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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 8:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:41 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 11:05 am
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Powersuit - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 2 hours It would have seemed like a normal day, outside of all the missions going on around town, an eight foot tall suit of armor walked in. Making clanking thuds as she moved across the room. Ulysses was carrying some food, mostly desserts, on a tray. It was empty for the most part, except one other person. Giving a mental shrug she walked over to one other person. "Mind if I join you?" The voice booming a bit, she would have to fix that. Moving a metal hand tapping the helmet and giving a small twist. "Sorry, traveling over messed with communications system." Placing the tray down she extend a mechanical hand. "Ulysses Watkins. Before you ask yes I’m a girl, no not a robot, and father always wanted son." She smiled under her helmet a little. "So may I join you?"2
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 11:19 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 12:26 pm
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Sports Bra and yoga pants - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 2 hours Chuckling a little Ulysses nodded. "I got two hours." Tapping the chest piece the suit opened up. The young lady stepped out and sat down. "Tne suit keeps my semblance in check. Like a tiny little nuke!" Sitting down she began to eat her food. "Built Zeta from Mech parts in Atlas. I honestly don’t know how I survived so long. But luck and Zeta helped." She at some pie, scarfing more like it. "The suit siphons the radiation to prevent me from going critical. I tried smaller things but they didn’t siphon enough for me to be safe." After finishing a pie she moved on to another dessert. "Trial and error figured I have about two hours before enough builds up that makes me go... well... boom." Realizing what she mentioned she turned on a timer. "I try to give myself a ten minute buffer."3
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 4:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 7:52 pm
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Sports Bra and yoga pants - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 115 minutes Scarfing down her second dessert she stopped a moment. "Think Nuclear. But even now I’m giving off small amounts radiation. Not enough to really effect people with Aura's. But my suit absorbs that and turns it into power. Took me a while to figure it out." Ulysses nodded before she finished her second. Following up her two desserts she began to eat some steak and potatoes. "The discharge, by my math, is at least a square block." Grabbing some salt and adding it to her food. She kept eating her food. "What about you?4
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 11:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 12:01 am
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Sports Bra and yoga pants - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 115 minutes The self proclaimed Engineer gave a snorting laugh. No one should see her semblance hit critical. "I’m not laughing at the tail/hair. I find it interesting. I’m laughing at you wanting to see mine. It’s active right now." Leaning over to her mech she grabbed a counter from her bag, turning the small box and turning it around. The screen showed low traces of radiation leaving Ulysses body. "Mines always active. It’s why I need the suit. It uses enough energy to keep me stable. But with mine I figure from the release of energy I black out. I honestly don’t remember. Happened a long time ago my first critical." She left the counter on the table, it slowly showing the rise of radiation. "Your semblance sounds cool. Like a power boost. Oh what kind of Faunus are you? I’ve met a few so far." 5
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 1:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 1:53 pm
Ulysses Watkins
Wearing: Sports Bra and yoga pants - Mood: Hungry - Aura: 100% - Semblance Discharge time: 110 minutes Finishing up her own food she placed her empty tray with the others. "Neat to both. I haven’t met a scorpion Faunus till now." Making a mental note of Camilla's semblance. Stopping the timer on her watch she climbed into her suit and closed it up once more. Home sweet suit as she got everything closed and running. "You wouldn’t, trust me. And I can’t really go far from my suit." Shrugging in the eight foot power suit. "But I can..." Turning to see if she could fire at anything, with a head shake she went back to facing Camilla. "I would demonstrate what I can do in this but I don’t think anyone would be please with a sizzling hole through the wall." She gave a small shrug and rested her hands on her hips. "So is your tail your weapon? I mean, mines kinda obvious. Suit with knives and a cannon."6
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 1:49 pm
 
"Certainly there must be something else of sorts that I may be of assistance." Whilst the two females were engaging in their luncheon involving sweets. The wisp like tones of someone sounding defeated added a chill to the air. A man...or was it a woman? Clad in attire more fit for a soldier than a chef was being excused from the cafeteria kitchen. Albeit not with anger in the lunch ladies eyes but a bow of satisfaction and general appreciation. "You've alphabetized the spices, re-organized the kitchen, washed a majority of the dishes, and even contributed to making the meals. I'd personally start to feel bad if I had you do any more, please enjoy your youth." Whomever this he or she was they'd certainly assisted the Cafeteria's staff so much so it was starting to produce an air of guilt within them. Although before the woman could raise her head the individual interjected. "Ah, but have you just not stated I've only washed a majority of the dishes and not all of them, perhaps I..."
Standing now the lunch lady with a developing bead of sweat somewhat uncomfortable as she said stopping him from finishing the sentence. "I've never seen someone so dedicated to helping out but really its allrigh..." Clenching the lunch ladies hand now so suddenly Jentel looked deep in her eyes cutting her off once more but it was less a look of innocence but one of desperation. "Certainly you jest, you remind me of my master so quickly to deny someone who would so willfully ease your burdens. Certainly...you could offer me something so that I may continue to be of use."
Taking back her hands someone flustered and unsettled the woman would point in the direction of the two ladies conversing. The one in a suit and the other with the stylized scorpionesque hair. "H..how about you go see if those two are done with their trays huh. Then drop them off at the station.""At your behest." Jentel would bow making the situation all the more awkward for the lunch lady before she returned to the back of the cafeteria with a sigh of relief. Jentel would then walk up to the table but would stop momentarily half way through as he witnessed both of the girls finish up and dispose of the trays themselves. He was now in a state of limbo as what to do next. He was now certain they would not allow him back in the kitchen. Suffice to say it may have been somewhat unsettling not to mention awkward just having a masked person stand nearest you saying nothing and smelling of lilac and rose oils. Additionally he had begun breathing hard through his nose now uncertain what to do with himself. Smelling like a girl there he stood as if waiting for something while additionally contemplating what to do next with himself.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2018 3:00 pm
 ♦ 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖗 ♦ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 ♦ 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 (Profile)
An impressively loud growl could be heard throughout the cafeteria, Ren was standing in the doorway of it, his stomach seeming to threaten to eat itself if he did not feed it.
He entered looking a little disheveled, there was a bit of still semiwet blood clinging to his coat and there appeared to be the odd leaf stuck in his hair, but none of that mattered. Ren quickly surveyed the cafeteria, glossing over the individuals as he looked for his target. with an expression that indicated Ren having an "Ah" moment since he spotted what he desired.
Without word. he grabbed a tray and made his way down the bar, after a few minutes of collecting he pivoted in place with a look of peace and tranquility on his face. his tray had a high stack of waffles on it, a whole container of syrup, and what can only be described as a concerning amount of maple sausage and bacon carefully engineered into a constructed ring encasing the lower section of waffles on his tray.
He sat down at a currently unoccupied table and opened the syrup bottle, dousing the top layer of waffles in syrup, but no so much that the lower layers would be soggy by the time he got to them.
Ren began eating the waffles in an almost refined (albeit quick) style which came at a stark contrast to the literal pillar of food he was quickly beginning to consume from the top down. after the first couple of top waffles were consumed, he repeated adding the syrup like the first time and continued on this way. the rate at which he was eating without spilling a crumb would probably be impressive to onlookers. He seemed to be completely enthralled and focused on the meal before him.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2018 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2018 9:06 pm
♦ 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖗 ♦ 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 ♦ 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 (Profile)
One could almost see Ren's head perk up a bit before indie had even said anything, His aristocrat sense was tingling in the back head, somewhere between the bites of waffles and syrup.
Out of habit, Ren finished the food in his mouth and quickly began preening over himself as best he could given the circumstances, quickly pulling stray twigs and leaves out of his clothing and hair. While he was not too personally enthralled at the thought of someone interrupting his meal, he had made enough bad impressions already and decided it best to try and make a good one, at least to a person who gave off an subtle air of aristocracy.
he wiped what blood he could from his sleeve with a napkin and deemed himself presentable enough given the circumstance.
After she spoke, he turned to face her putting on his best warm welcoming face. His aqua eyes looked into her own as he spoke warmly. " But of course. you are more than welcome to join me here, and i'd be happy to assist with whatever advice i may be able to give. Before we get too deep into conversation however, I think it best we exchange names. My name is Renier Cross, or Ren for the sake of brevity." he said this with the typical tone of airs most of aristocratic upbringing would pick up on right away.
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