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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:24 pm
Be it hours before the water festival or merely weeks after the Alpha/Omega and Shadow dilemma. Amity Colosseum received a special request to occupy the arena for a brief period of time, granted permission by Rachel Anderson, the Combat Teacher.
It's here those of Team MAKO agreed for a spar to let off some steam from recent events, as well as a brush off some dust from their fighting skills. However, Unbeknownst to Kendall, there are a couple of extra faces in the arena as a special surprise was lined up just for her.
The exact time frame will be determined... Eventually.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2020 1:44 am
 
► Little Do You Know
【 Mood ≡ Uncertain. 】
【 With ≡ Long Live Team MAKO 】
【 Semblance - Active ≡ 0/4 】
【 Level | Posts ≡ 0 | 55 】
【 out. of. commission. ≡ 】
XXXThings over the past few weeks had been, well, complicated to say the least. Following the events of the Shadow Incident, as the report was called, there was a lot to talk about. A lot to do. From her own reckless actions that endangered her team, to the lies and slander that were presented by the legal team against them. Not to mention recovery for all of them, finally letting Feralis into the inner circle, and learning to operate without Prism by her side. Maria, well, she was never in the proper state of mind after the incident. Without Prism available, Maria was left to flounder in the medical bay during recovery with either Kenna or Feralis by her side. It was hard enough to communicate with Prism as a medium, but now, well, their only saving grace was the shadow updates that Prism had given both Kenna's scroll and Feralis' collar. For what they couldn't understand with her gestures, an app would translate her signs into words for translation. When she felt inclined to talk, that was. It was... Hard for her. To talk, to socialize, to really face them after what happened in the Shadow Incident. After how she acted so recklessly with her own life, ready to toss it away at the first chance of revenge. They talked with her or tried to. With it, was a lot of heavy baggage that she didn't quite realize she had tucked away. Perhaps it was something that built up with the years of isolation, feeling abandoned, trapped by herself, and a machine. She felt lost and felt herself withering away each day. So.. The mere thought that she could give herself up for a cause worthwhile, it enthralled her. That, mixed with the bitter lust for revenge against a witch who unrightfully ripped their lives away, well... It was a toxic mindset, but she couldn't think about anything else. Truthfully, despite how serious their conversation got, it didn't change her view. If she had the opportunity to do it right, she'd do it all over again. If she knew she could turn that witch, Eteria, into nothing more than dust in the wind.
All of that was only made worse by the consequences of her actions. First a blinding light and intense, all-consuming pain. Then, nothing. Truly, she had experienced oblivion, what it was like to leave this world. For just a moment, she ceased to exist, and ever since resuscitation. Well, she's been at a lack of words. Aside from when she was forced to talk through interrogation, or explaining herself to Kenna and Feralis, she kept to herself. She kept silent. Because in her mind, she was still there. Still at Eteria's mercy, still witnessing that flash of light consume her, before nothing. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see those vacant, soulless orbs staring at her. Judging her, piercing her, all while knowing that she was her executioner. How quickly it all could've ended without second thought, without remorse. Where would that have left Kenna? Feralis? She failed to even make a dent in Eteria, and died in the process. Just what was it all worth? ... It was that question that kept her up at night, and her death that would wake her every morning. It left her... Uncertain. So much that she hadn't used her semblance since that day. It was as if she was trapped in some state of fear, afraid to leave the sanctity of her body, unsure if it'll be ripped away from her again. Her soul itself felt unstable, unreliable. That if she dared to use her semblance, her aura, that she'd fizzle away into oblivion once again. ... Now, more than ever, the leader of MAKO was weak and afraid. Afraid to show that to her team, she... Merely kept quiet. Unless she was absolutely needed, she'd roll aside in her bed, just... Absent. Or at least, that's what she wanted to do.
Someone found her and wanted to talk to her, perhaps one of the only other people Maria might be willing to give the time of day to aside from her team. Not for her sake, though, but for Kenna's. It was a familiar white-haired, white-winged fanaus with an array of serrated, claw-like scars across her face. In truth, when Yui first walked into the infirmary, Maria's heart stopped. Or nearly, since she now knew what that felt like. Wide, iridescent eyes, like a deer in headlights. ... It must've been a similar sensation of fear, disbelief, and putrid hatred that Kenna felt at the dance. Yui was almost a spitting image of Eteria, only... Her eyes were softer, gentle and curious. That, and the scars that split her complexion. It made it impossible to mistake her for anyone else. Yui wanted to talk to her about Kenna, though, Maria was at a loss because without Prism she had no way to communicate. Not without a special app, or without knowing sign language prior. . . Wait, what the hell? Yui KNEW sign language? What were the odds of that? That disbelief alone was enough to get Maria going, to get her talking. Taking Yui's gesture to sit her up, that's when the Lioncourt inquired more about Kenna. Who she was, why she attacked her, and why Kenna kept watching her. A lot of questions that Maria herself either didn't want to answer or didn't feel it was her place to answer. It was the very least she could do to respect her teammate. Apparently, though, Kenna had always shied away from any interaction with Yui. It was... Understandable, considering circumstances, but Yui wasn't willing to let the subject go. She wanted to talk to Kenna, but how could she get through to someone who had their head up their a** and didn't want anything to do with her. 'Well, that ones easy. You beat it out of her.' To Maria, it seemed like second nature for Kenna. Her answer, though, clearly left Yui with more questions than answers. 'Trust me. I've known Kenna since she was a kitten, not that she's grown up much. She's.. Been through a lot. We all have. She wants to open up, especially to you. But you have to get past her walls, and the only way to do that is to break them down. ... Literally. It worked with Engel, Rachel, and even Feralis.' And that's where planning began. Twice a week, Yui would visit Maria in the infirmary when Kenna wasn't there. Rachel had been around, maybe even Feralis, but this would only work with them being in the loop. Oddly enough, it was this conspiring against Kenna that got Maria to start opening up again after the incident. Maybe it was a ploy to get back at the witch by stealing her daughter away. .. Though.. Maybe she just wanted to do something good, to make up for what happened. Kenna felt more confident knowing that Wilhelm, Yui's father, was on her side. She was certain getting the two Lioncourt children on the same page would help. Maybe... Maybe it'd even be the start of something new.
And that brought us to today. Today, actually, was the first time Maria was willing to leave the infirmary on her own terms. In fact, it was a suggestion on her part to Kenna. Today was the day that Prism was officially returned to the academy after undergoing extensive repairs, as well as memory prodding on the events. Whatever happened at Vale's Military Headquarters, Prism's memory was a key for many aspects. With prior arrangement, Prism redefined was going to be delivered to the arena. So then, why was she so eager to leave the infirmary? Well, all of them being out of commission for so long, it was Maria's idea to give Prism's repair a test run. .. As much as she liked moping around, she knew they'd get nowhere sitting around, letting their bodies rust. At least, that's what she told Kenna, keeping the truth to herself. Rachel was willing to let them use the arena, for the time being, something about making sure it was ready for the upcoming water festival. So, with their spar, they'd be testing to ensure the dust-terrains were up and functional. Sure. Let's go with that.
One airship ride later to the already floating arena, it was Kenna's responsibility to keep pushing Maria in her wheelchair. 'So. Ready to get your butt kicked by a tin-can?' She inquired, almost playfully with the faintest trace of a smirk on her lips. Fingertips wove together in gestures as her scroll began to translate unless she chose to identify the signs herself. It was... Refreshing to talk so freely again, even if it was just a farce to cover up how she actually felt. Fake it until you make it, right? Her head rested listlessly against the back of the chair slumped over her left shoulder. Iridescent hues stared forward through the arena doors, in the distance she could see the tin-can she called Prism. 'It'll be almost as bad as being saved by it.' She prodding at the kitten, trying to get the lioness to bite back at her. It's right arm, a sharp, starkly colored shade of gunmetal black. In reality, she had worried about the tin can, knowing it had tried it's best to save her. To save all of them. And they nearly lost it as a result. As they got further into the arena, they would see clearly that Prism was standing on its own, examining the fingertips of its new arm carefully as if it too was uncertain of how to feel about it. With the faintest tap of Maria's gloved fingers, however, Prism's attention was caught. The machine turned on a dime to face the duo, to which now they could see how the new shade of gunmetal blended with its old design. The right arm had been replaced entirely, as well as a large segment of the shoulder. Sections of the chest plate had also been replace as rebolted, giving it a new, almost workshop like feeling. It's visor had been replaced as well, slick and more futuristic. Black at default, vibrant blue lights would flash at the sight of Maria. Acknowledging a friendly face. "Calibrating. Identify Processing: Maria Sinclair. . . . Booting Familiarity Sequence: Error. . . . Booting Memory Files: 6% .. 13% .. 27% .. 42% .. 69% .. Error. Corruption Detected. Please Contact Manufacturer; K. A. For More Details. Emergency Protocole Engaged. . . . Enabling Default AI Settings." In truth, it was hard to actually follow what Prism was going on about. It appeared that the machine, though seemingly ready for reintroduction, had encountered a processing error with its memory. "Identification Required." Offput and reluctant, Maria gestured her own name, and then Kenna's. After a moment of several odd sequences and noises, blue lights would flash again. "Maria? .. Lady Maria. That rings a bell. I apologize, even after Ezekial's tampering, my memory is more than lacking. I can recall a few things, however. I trust you've been well taken care of in my absence?" There was a brief pause as the machine's head shifted, focusing on Kenna. For a moment, the lights flashed red before transitioning to purple. "Oh my, and Kendall Kingsly. I apologize, you must be confused. I assure you, I am Prism. You must not have recognized me because of the new arm. Your company was ... Most unexpected." The robot's tone seemed to fall flat, as if almost annoyed with Kendall's presence. Suddenly, however, the lights switched to blue as the machine stepped forward towards Maria's side. "Unexpected, but welcome all the less. Look who it is, Lady Maria. Did you know Kendall was coming?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2020 6:05 pm
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"I see the toaster is back with a new paint job, and hairball over here is still kicking." A loud and familiar voice would make itself known in the arena. In came the wolf, walking confidently if also seeming to be in no real hurry. Both hands were in a pocket, and his axe was strapped to his back where it belonged. He had his usual vambraces and boots on, as well as a bone strapped to his belt. He was lacking his crossbow this time, but that was just because he felt he wouldn't need it. He wasn't much of a ranged fighter anyway. He was in his usual attire of his short, stomach showing, gray jacket and black pants. Finding no real need to change from his usual look. He was coming from behind Maria and Kendall, coincidentally coming in right after them as he wasn't sure when they would be getting here. Despite the events only a few months ago, and all the wolf knew, his personality had changed little. He was still the same violent and vocal wolf he always was, if a little more knowledgeable of what was going on. He almost felt like commenting how Kendall was almost like a servant by having to push Maria around, but had thought better of it. Mostly cause of the implication it would have on Maria, and that he would also push her around too if the need ever arose without question or complaint. So the fleabag was spared one belittling comment thanks to Maria at the very least.
While dismissive, or seeming so, by calling prism a toaster with a new paint job, the wolf did look to actually mentally compare it to how it was before. But...Feralis wasn't exactly the most tech savvy of people. Or even the most proficient. All he could really tell was that the robot seemed to have a patchwork job of repairs and different color lights, in his opinion, and was otherwise the same. Or maybe they were the same lights? He couldn't tell really, the few months it had been away were enough to make him forget. And while he would never admit it allowed...he had a very slight respect for the machine. Enough that he had changed its nickname from tin-can, despite being fond of that one, to toaster. Though it may be seen like a downgrade to others, in Feralis mind a toaster at least had a use other than to be kicked around. Even if it wasn't exactly a glamorous one at that. While he knew the purpose of this meeting, having spent time with Maria when he visited and being let in on things for once, it didn't mean he still wasn't prepared to kick some a**. Though...finally being included in these things, he felt the slightest bit of restraint in order to keep that trust. "I hope you are ready for a beat down hairball." He would say with a savage grin.
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