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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 11:31 am
((sorry, holding off in here for just a little while longer until things are ready to go in Empire City...))
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 8:38 pm
((If you're still up for rping Icarus L, we can get back to it...))
"We'll have to deal with that later," Amber said putting off their studies for the announcement about to be made. She was practically bounding out the door beckoning for Icarus to keep up. "Today is gonna be big! I just know it."
Amber acted pretty much in line with the other post-humans gathered. She cheered and shouted and spent almost the entire time on her toes or bouncing with excitement. The message she received was a little unexpected. There were plans to invade Australia? Would they be ready for something like that so soon? Were there enough post-humans willing to walk in there and start slaughtering the cattle? Amber had no respect for humans. She wanted them to know what it felt like on the other side of things. They were in charge now and could afford to mistreat mutants. But mutants were more powerful. With Omni leading them, they could turn things around. The mutants would be in charge, and the humans would be punished for their past deeds. She wanted to make sure she'd be going with the other post-humans to Australia for the invasion.
If it was happening tonight, Amber and Icarus wouldn't have enough time to make the weapon, but Icarus would be able to field test anything he had developed. She idly thought about how fast he could work on something... He was smart, but to conduct months worth of research in a day was probably a little too much to ask.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:28 am
Icarus had followed Impulse with an almost resigned acceptance. The things he did for his experiments. He smiled falsely for her benefit when she beckoned him, and was forced to up even his typically swift pace. On the way out, his grabbed his jacket, pulling on the long black trench after pausing a moment to let the wires poke through their usual holes out the spine of the coat. They trailed behind him inquisitively as he walked, always a foot or two behind the exuberant Impulse. For her size, she had a lot of energy and enthusiasm, and instead of starting conversation, he thought on ways this might correlate to her skill or not, how this trait would affect the experiments and his patience during them.
At the meeting, he stood with a stern frown behind Impulse's right shoulder, tall enough to give off the attitude of Don't ******** with me. If anyone came near to Impulse, eyed them warily, measuring for the likelihood they would be able to invoke another fight or another show of the girl's unique force. It wasn't regarded as a positive or negative option, simply more interesting. People kept a safe distance anyway, as the wires poked and prodded ruthlessly at anyone too close to his back. Icarus had stood prepared to hear the same usual mutant supremacy tripe, but was shocked when there was much more. It was not out of compassion for the nation of descendants of criminal that had him bothered though. He was not in any army. He was here, he made weapons, but they wouldn't put him on a field. He was useless there.
A scowl was plainly worn for a moment before he returned to his indifferent mask. Fighting was a thoroughly unstimulating activity. Fighting was what animals did. It took a moment, but he said to Impulse flatly, "This plan seems a significant endeavor. I should hope they took care in who they drafted to each division of this invasion." He lifted his chin slightly, looking away as he scanned the excited crowd with concealed distaste. "The element of surprise is only good as long as your fighters are pointed in the right direction, and it would seem right now many of those present are too giddy to tell which way is up."
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:10 pm
Icarus' demeanor did ruin the fun just a little. It was hard to stay excited with him glowering over the situation that Amber found to be exhilarating. Why was he being such a downer? Maybe he didn't see the opportunity. "I guess you're right," Amber agreed, a little reluctantly. "Do you think Omni might need you for tactics and stuff? If you were involved, even just a little, you could see the battles and test your weapons. And to top it off, there'll be other mutants that you could find to make new weapons from. I think you'd be an important part of the operation."
The thought also crossed her mind that she was going to help him make a new weapon. "Speaking of which... if we get drafted into different parts of the war, you won't be able to research my powers for your weapon. We don't really have much time. Did you want to get started on it? I could take off of work. With something as big as this going on, everyone's gotta get ready. What d'you think?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 5:16 pm
He dropped his arms, setting his hands on slim hips as he replied, "My talents are with inventing. Tacticians are a different breed." They care who wins. "As it were, in a war of any significance, supplies necessary for making weapons are scarce and not wasted on prototypes unless they are simple variations of a previous and acceptably effective weapon." His tone was a degree shy of unhappy, closer to ice than emotion. With apparent effort, he came back into motion, moving with the rest of the crowd out, back towards homes and businesses, shrugging off his coat and draping it over his arm.
It was a moment before he spoke again, choosing his words deliberately as he thought over the likely amount of time between this tumultuous announcement and the actual delivery of people's assignments. "At best, even if we worked hard, I probably could not build a prototype device of the initial magnitude and scope I intended..." He paused significantly, his free hand and the wires free-floating and tracing along the walls of building they came near. "But I do imagine I could create some form of simple armor wear within a week or so if we do some intensive experimentation and review tonight and likely the majority of the next day or so. I don't have much personal food in stock--" The boy cut off, slowing a bit, wires cocooning in as he looked to Impulse and asked seriously, "It would not bother you, my company for an extended period? I have come to understand people consider me high-strung," his lips twisted in a way suggesting he thought those people were stupid, "And as such, I apparently frustrate some. While I respect your skill and would wish to utilize it for the, eh, good of all, so to speak, I would much prefer it not aimed at myself in a fit of frustration on your part."
Icarus smiled weakly and held his hands up, trying to seem relaxed, half-joking, "I am far more brittle, physically, than the technology I create. Trust me on that."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 2:59 am
Icarus' voice was beyond sour. Amber wondered just how much longer it would be before he started growling. He seemed to distant from actual anger to growl, but the way he spoke gave her the feeling that he wanted to. He didn't seem very confidant about making a weapon in time. As he continued though, it was obvious he wasn't quite ready to give up on the study quite yet. When he cut off Amber was wondering if he was weighing the worth of it over how much she might eat. But then she thought about how he really wouldn't know how much she normally ate quite yet. When he made his concerns known Amber had to laugh. "I think if you can handle me, I can handle you... Probably." Adding the qualifier on the end was likely not good for Icarus' confidence, but Amber wasn't about to make promises she couldn't keep. She did get annoyed pretty easy. But most likely she would just stomp out angrily rather than tear him up.
"I'm pretty sure it'd be fine. But umm.. I should probably do the shopping.. for the food and stuff." Amber looked away nervously and twirled the edge of her shirt around her finger as she thought about it. He probably wouldn't be thinking much about the food budget, but Amber could put it away. In fact, she felt like she was starving already. If those impostors came around again, just the sight of them would probably make her pass out. On that thought she remembered that someone would need to be informed of them soon...
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 7:14 pm
To the contrary of Impulse's thoughts, her little 'probably' relaxed him and insured his trust in her control of her temper, at least temporarily. Had she proclaimed with heady exuberance that she could do it, he was no problem at all, he would've scoffed, internally if not to her face. Had she denied any possibility he would've been disappointed at having to abandon his project. A happy medium was perfect.
Her voiced desire to buy the food they'd need piqued his curiosity and spiked a small doubt that perhaps he was not so well-versed in typical mammalian behavior as he had thought. "I apologize if my foods were not to your liking." To his credit, he did mean it. He glanced at her fingers twined in the hem of her shirt, wondering at the fidgeting. "Is there something bothering you?" His hand and wires came back to his side the building they'd been tracing the mortar of as he shifted his body slightly to look at her and leaned forward, accidentally towering over her and invading her space just slightly. People's personal bubbles neither registered nor mattered when he had an experiment. His hands settled on his hip as he scrutinized her face, one eyebrow raised in curious mild approbation. "Whatever it is, I'm certain it's not worth worrying over when we have so little time to work with."
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