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testrun_box2013-01-09 03:56 pm
armored_mother) wrote in testrun_box2013-01-09 03:56 pm
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For SRWUG@, Later on
[1]
[Another day on the Chalice and another arrival. You can see a Britannian Transport dropping off several suits of powered armor along with some tough looking people that were clearly their operators.]
Alright boys and girls! Hustle up! We're here to get some work done so you better be on your best behavior or I'll put you on your rears! Got it?
[There were grins and laughs all around, but none of them showed any disrespect, it was more of an ease of familiarity with the brash woman. She turns to see you looking at them, she grins and walks over.]
You could always take a picture you know. It'll last longer.
[She's certainly... bigger... up close.]
Major Cora Anderson. The boys call me Ursa.
[There's a hand offered to you to shake.]
[2]
[Cora's at the mess hall, reading a letter while sipping some tea. Yes. A tough woman like her is fond of her Tea. She's Britannian, what do you expect?]
Oi, think I got some left to share. You up for a little?
[She's offering you a drink, raising a battered tin mug at your direction and then motioning to the seat opposite her.]
[3]
[The battle seems to have come inside the Chalice! Corridors have become firing lanes and enemy troops are rushing throughout!]
Keep your heads down!
[There's a mechanical whirr as a large armored figure unleashes a literal hailstorm of metal down corridor.]
You holding up alright over there?!
[Despite being over a speaker the utter concern in her voice was ever-present. The kind of voice of a person who's used to looking out for others.]
[4]
What.... what the heck am I looking at?
[It seems that Cora has stumbled upon something beyond her comprehension. Maybe its something you're used to, maybe its just mindbogglingly ridiculous to you as well.... maybe its just plain weird.]
[Whatever it is, Cora just has this expression that she's trying to keep it together but the seams are barely holding. Try to calm her down?]
[Another day on the Chalice and another arrival. You can see a Britannian Transport dropping off several suits of powered armor along with some tough looking people that were clearly their operators.]
Alright boys and girls! Hustle up! We're here to get some work done so you better be on your best behavior or I'll put you on your rears! Got it?
[There were grins and laughs all around, but none of them showed any disrespect, it was more of an ease of familiarity with the brash woman. She turns to see you looking at them, she grins and walks over.]
You could always take a picture you know. It'll last longer.
[She's certainly... bigger... up close.]
Major Cora Anderson. The boys call me Ursa.
[There's a hand offered to you to shake.]
[2]
[Cora's at the mess hall, reading a letter while sipping some tea. Yes. A tough woman like her is fond of her Tea. She's Britannian, what do you expect?]
Oi, think I got some left to share. You up for a little?
[She's offering you a drink, raising a battered tin mug at your direction and then motioning to the seat opposite her.]
[3]
[The battle seems to have come inside the Chalice! Corridors have become firing lanes and enemy troops are rushing throughout!]
Keep your heads down!
[There's a mechanical whirr as a large armored figure unleashes a literal hailstorm of metal down corridor.]
You holding up alright over there?!
[Despite being over a speaker the utter concern in her voice was ever-present. The kind of voice of a person who's used to looking out for others.]
[4]
What.... what the heck am I looking at?
[It seems that Cora has stumbled upon something beyond her comprehension. Maybe its something you're used to, maybe its just mindbogglingly ridiculous to you as well.... maybe its just plain weird.]
[Whatever it is, Cora just has this expression that she's trying to keep it together but the seams are barely holding. Try to calm her down?]
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[Cora's going to stop covering her eyes to yell at Eibon... unfortunately she catches a glance off to the side at the runes and.... well lets just say that puddle of chuke is going to get a little bigger.]
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...Hm. Unexpected.
[She waves her hands, and the lights dismiss themselves. Eibon turns to see the woman who was watching her.]
Your soul is weak. Staying here will be quite dangerous for your sanity.
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[Her tone was strained - and a little hoarse as well.]
My what is weak?
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The wisest course of action would be for you to leave.
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I've got orders to take care of and a deal to keep. I'm not going to bail out just because some half-pint told me I might have my brains leak out of my ears if I meet some creepy guys!
[She's looking PRETTY unhappy at your explanation.]
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I can help you strengthen it, if you so desire. Though the process of doing so is...not pleasant.
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[She's thinking on it... no brain melting for her. She's in.]
So... what are you gonna have to do anyway?
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Basically, I would have to perform the same sort of violation of your psyche that an enemy sorcerer might, taking care to stop just short of completely destroying you.
It would feel almost infinitely worse than that search function...that was not a spell designed to fight. Nor was it directed at you, I must add.
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Shit...
[Oh well. No guts no glory.]
This isn't going to end with me tearing a goat in half with my bare hands is it?
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