testrun_box | Testrun for crux

Testrun for crux_fleet!

♛ 1 - Aimlessly Wandering

[The Teuberg is certainly as expansive as Eve had been told. An entire city inside a single ship? It seems quite amazing... although, Altera is surely much larger and more impressive, even if this place has technology that would put even Core to shame.

But the important fact is, the ship is very large. This is important because Eve is now hopelessly lost, and the regular civilians keep giving her dirty looks. It takes some time before she spies someone who looks a little more reasonable to approach.]

You. Right there. [She says this as she makes her approach, showing off how super polite and friendly she is, all while wearing the blankest of pokerfaces.] You will direct Eve to the 'apartments for new arrivals.'

♛ 2 - Fighting

[Why are you being attacked by ravenous cyborg raptors?? Shut up and stop questioning things.

Whether you're handling the situation on your own or not, a voice rises over the reptilian screeches and mechanical clicks.] Clear the way!

[Of raptors? Seems a little demanding—but no, actually, she means you should move out of the way because she's chucking a gigantic black spear in your direction.

Think fast!]

♛ 3 - "Cooking"

[For some unholy reason, you've agreed to let Eve cook for you. You poor, poor soul.

Well, when she finally brings it out it certainly looks fine... in fact, it appears to be a very high-class meal, complete with garnishes and three full courses. But there's something slightly off about the flavour.

Meanwhile, Eve is just sitting quietly off to the side. Though her expression is blank, the way she's staring intently suggests she wants to hear your opinion.]

♛ 4 - Wildcard

[???

I don't know, you tell me.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Dealing with ravenous cyborg raptors is easy enough, honestly. One good shock to their cybernetics with Zonde has proven to be more than enough to incapacitate them, save for the larger ones or the ones that were far more raptor than they were robot.

So, naturally, Mirys wasn't expecting that anyone else would actually need to come to her aid, and she definitely wasn't expecting that same unexpected aid to come in the form of an Assault Spear that she has less than one second to get out of the way of.]

Whoa! [She darts aside quickly and watches the spear as it tears along its path, then glances to the Nasod, then again to the spear's path and whatever is left of the raptors after they've been both electrocuted and skewered. It looks messy as hell, but damn if that wasn't quick. And reckless, considering she directly was in Eve's line of fire at the time.]

I'm pretty sure I had that under control.

[She returns a blank look, hovering over to make sure the targets are completely dead (and I guess that she isn't injured, or something).]

Eve's method is much more efficient. She was only trying to save time.

[Moby gives one of the raptors a cautious poke, but yep, they sure are down for good. Between the shocking and the giant spear skewering them, those cyraptors ain't getting back up.

Eve glances down another hallway, pausing.]

... There are more of these creatures scattered within the ship. We should keep moving.

Edited (whoop) 2014-01-10 03:10 (UTC)

Well, okay, can't argue with that. [It was quicker. A hell of a lot quicker. It wasn't without some risk, but then again, Mirys's entire life is one huge risk after another, anyway.]

Should we split up to cover more ground, or stay together to take out the ones we find quicker?

If Eve's sensors are correct, there is a central entry point these creatures are coming from... if that entry point can be sealed, it will only be a matter of eliminating those that have already entered. If we allow their numbers to increase, it may become problematic.

If... you do not have any existing obligations... Eve would appreciate your assistance.

[Her expression remains unchanged, though she does seem a little shy about asking for help, somehow.]

[Somehow. Mirys catches that bit of hesitation, but calls no attention to it.]

Cut 'em off at the source, huh? That sounds like a plan to me. [That would be a yes, Eve. Mirys's existing obligation at this time is frying the crap out of these things, which she'll get to do either way. She glances down the same hallway Eve had just moments ago.] About where is this entry point, then? Any idea?

[She nods, then starts hovering down the hall at a brisk pace, expecting Mirys to follow. They can walk and talk, after all.]

They are communicating amongst themselves through short range signals sent through their implants. While Eve was unable to interfere with this signal, she has traced it back to what she believes is the entry point. Even if it is not the entry point, the concentration of signals moving to and from suggests it is a point of strategic importance, at the very least. [surely, they wouldn't have so many in one area if it wasn't for a good reason?]

Although, the defences might also be stronger in this area... it is difficult to tell from this range.

[Follow she does, the moment she sees Eve moving.]

I'd have to assume they are. [The defenses, that is.] It would make sense, so whatever's up ahead, we'll need to be ready for it.

[Having given her response, Mirys then goes quiet as the pair continues on; talking too much could draw unwanted attention.

As they draw closer to the suspected entry point, the clicking and screeching from the raptors gets louder and louder, and then, eventually, it's all interrupted by a much louder growl and a couple very heavy-sounding stomps, after which the raptors themselves all fall strangely silent.]

I don't like the sound of that.

[At that first stomp, she stops, sticking close to the wall. They're nearing a corner, the source of the large signal cluster just a few more meters away. Possibly an open area?

A small holographic screen appears as she mutters to herself.] Accessing map data... docking area? Ah, yes. This must be it.

[The stomping continues—slow, heavy steps, like something very large trying to navigate a cramped space. This ship was designed to accommodate large mechas, so if it's still having some difficulty...]

... Cutting off the entry point... perhaps, it is not our greatest concern right now.

[Following Eve's movements almost exactly, Mirys is hugging the wall for herself within moments. Listening to the sounds, it's rather obvious that there is something big trying to come through, something that two human-sized individuals may not be able to handle on their own.

But at the same time, there would be the danger of whatever it is causing significant structural damage that could ultimately prove disastrous, if they were to inadvertently give it more time by turning back to seek additional aid.]

Sounds to me like our first priority should be to try to stop whatever's over there before it goes and tears a hole in the side of the ship. [A hole in the side of the ship would be bad. Very bad.] What do you think?

Perhaps, the reason they were gathering here... was it for this large enemy? [hmm

... but they should probably take care of this rather than just theorizing, yeah. A shining blue light starts to gather around her right hand as she eyes the corner, footsteps still approaching. The sounds of the raptors start to pick up again as well, like they're following this other creature from a safe distance.]

We still have the element of surprise. If we attack now...

[It's close enough to make the floor shake beneath them. Her drones re-position themselves, and the light in her hand turns to an electric glow, humming faintly.]

Prepare yourself. We only get one chance.

[There's a faint crackle of electricity around Mirys's own hand, which will likely be correctly interpreted as her being ready to use Zonde or perhaps one of its variations again at any moment. It was effective enough earlier, and it should still prove useful now.]

Whenever you're ready.

[She nods once more, poising herself to strike, and...

The beast's snout comes into view first, shortly following by the crashing of its massive foot. Yes, that is indeed a fucking cyborg Tyrannosaurus-Rex, complete with shoulder-mounted turrets and some kind of laser eye.

But there's really no time for gawking. In a swirl of light, a rocket launcher appears in Eve's hands—in the next second, she fires. The missile fires straight at the creature's head and explodes. It roars in anger, the hall shaking as it stumbles.

... although, it doesn't seem to have taken all that much damage...]

[Alright, change of plans: Mirys had noticed when the larger raptors didn't seem particularly fazed by the shocks earlier—something of that size would probably shake off any form of Zonde entirely.

Instead of throwing the lightning Technique at their new target, she uses it to quickly disrupt any raptors that happen to be near, and for the T-Rex itself she opts for something that should be more-damaging, like the dark Technique, Megid. Soon enough, she throws a cloudy purple ball at the thing, which upon contact it explodes as well, letting off a damaging pulse of negative energy as opposed to being an actual fucking explosion.

Because of how Megid works, visibly, there will be no harm caused. Internally, on the other hand, could be a different story. Except it doesn't appear to have been harmed much, if at all, as Mirys's own attack seems to accomplish nothing but agitate the massive cyborg even further.

How agitated is it now? Enough that it's started to return fire with those turrets. The FOnewearl quickly finds herself needing to move out of the way of an attack again, the difference being this time it's an attack that's actually intended for her.]

[When the T-Rex turns on the offensive there isn't much time to react, nor space to maneuver, but the guns open fire on her ally—allowing her to be injured (or worse) so early in the fight could prove fatal for herself. Eve lunges between them without hesitation.

Of course, she wasn't planning on taking a bunch of bullets with her body. That would be stupid. She spreads her arms wide and, moments before the turret fire reaches them, a wide blue sphere is projected around them. The bullets shatter against the barrier, leaving the two inside unscathed.]

Intercept successful! [she allows herself a sigh of relief, arms dropping as she lets the circling drones do their work.] At this rate, we have about fifteen more seconds...!

[It's starting to look like they 'bit off more than they can chew,' but retreating now would only cause more trouble later. Eve steels herself, a large machinegun forming in her hands this time, and opens fire on the enemy. Her own bullets easily slip through the barrier's cracks.

... And it still doesn't seem to be phasing the furious dinosaur much.

Not to mention there are still some raptors alive that are starting to regroup, equally furious.

She starts concentrating her attack on the turrets instead—disable their weapons first, then worry about taking them down.]

[Well, that was definitely a close call. Again. Close calls seemed to be a pretty common thing wherever Mirys was involved.

Then she sees that Eve has directed her attention toward the cybernetics rather than the fleshy or scaly parts. The weapons? In hindsight, that's a no-brainer, and what they probably should have focused on from the start. She could and probably should go back to using Zonde, but firing electrical blasts through the shield would probably add unnecessary stress to the drones trying to keep it active.

So, instead, Mirys gets an idea. Rather than attack immediately and risk inadvertently destroying the shield from the inside in the process, she begins to focus, waiting for the shield to drop of its own accord; fifteen seconds, like Eve said. When the shield does vanish—and the regrouping raptors take the opening the moment they see it—she lets loose with the Razonde Technique, a veritable storm of lightning bolts coming down all around the pair, striking any of the raptors that were unfortunate and predictable enough to resume their attack. The added focus gives the Technique a significant boost, making it easily more-effective than the quick shocks she had been using before.

With her pre-emptive counterattack done, she joins the assault on the T-Rex's turrets. Between any damage caused by the Atomic Blaster and Zonde's tendency to short out anything mechanical, they could still make progress with this yet.]

[ This is certainly the part where Els' face goes all 'I IMMEDIATELY REGRET EVERYTHING'. He knows pretty well that while the food looks pretty glittery and shit, the taste is only the latter.

In one desperate attempt, Els gives a glance at Eve. ]

I... should really eat this, shouldn't I?

[ What a rhetorical question. ]

[She nods once sharply (sharp like the many deadly spears in her arsenal, just in case anyone forgot).] Yes. According to the data Eve acquired, it is 'best served warm.'

[She's sitting very patiently, with her hands neatly in her lap, but to someone like Elsword who's been travelling with her for so long... really, it should be obvious how eager she is to hear his opinion. She made it just for him! She's been working really hard on the 'flavour' that everyone disliked before! Honestly, you shouldn't even be able to taste the broken-down materials she used for it this time!

And if he doesn't like it, she'll be really upset.]

If you wait too long, it will get cold, and it will be difficult to properly analyze the results. So, you should eat it quickly.

[unsubtle staring]

[ ...'Best served warm', right... He's going to die warm if he digest things like this too much.

But in the end, Eve is a friend. A very dear friend, who expect him to taste her cooking. And Elsword doesn't do things like betraying a friend. The lord knight lets out a sigh. ]

Alright, I'll eat it. [ A soft pause as he positions his hand by the plate. ] -But at the very least, tell me what kind of ingredient you did put into this, Eve.

[ He's not doubting her, he's just... wary. ]

If Eve told you, your bias could distort the results. [which could mean a lot of different things]

However... what Eve can say about it. It is not made from anything poisonous. In the unlikely scenario that the ingredients were not broken down properly, it won't kill you.

[That's... reassuring?]

[ That's goddamn reassuring, I'm tellin' ya.

He sighs for one final time. He's definitely in lose-lose situation now. But if he's going to lose, he'll going to lose fighting the battle. Thus, with a swift movement of his arm, he quickly grabs a bite and... tries... to savor every bite of it .

His face's color doesn't turn a little green from eating that. Totally. Since it turns into different shades of purples instead. ]

This is... [ While swallowing the food, he is somehow able to force himself to give Eve a faint thumbs up. ] ...Unique.

[ By that, he means that it's a little better than her usual one. ]

...

You don't like it.

[For a moment, it's hard to tell if she's upset or angry or as neutral as her pokerface suggests... but then she sighs, pulling up a small holoscreen filled with text.]

Synthesizing the correct 'taste' is proving to be more difficult than Eve imagined... is there something I'm missing?

...Sorry, Eve. [ He really apologizes, but it's rather hard to apologize when your stomach is already filled with Lady knows what. ] Y'know, maybe your cooking just doesn't click to me. Maybe Raven could eat it.

[ Hey, Raven's tummy is practically made of rations and/or jerky, so he should be able to take this kind of monstrosity, right? As he casts a glance at the nasod, crimson irises reflect genuine sympathies at her effort. ]

Really, I'm not the best person to answer that kind of question. [ He only do alchemy foods kthxbye. ] But maybe I could help a little if you want.

[ Just don't expect too much of Els. He's a swordsman, not a cook himself. ]

[There's another long silence as Eve mulls it over, scrolling down her screen of text. Making Raven eat something wasn't too difficult... but, that wasn't what she set out to do here. She wanted something that Elsword would approve of. Anyone else wouldn't suffice.

But would it really be alright, allowing him to see her process...?

She looks up at him with a serious expression.]

Elsword... will you promise to help Eve solve the equation of 'good taste'?

[ There's a small pause from Elsword's end as he blinks his eyes once, before they stares back at her again, the corners of his lips stretch into a subtle grin. ]

You don't need to ask that. [ Confidently, he pounces his own somewhat-sturdy chest. ] We're going to create the bestest taste ever, Eve.

[ THANK LADY NO MORE OF THIS WASTE. ]

[She pauses again, then...

Another holoscreen pops up in front of Elsword this time, with a whole lot of fine print. It pretty much boils down to "I won't tell anyone the secrets of Eve's food production machine, what ingredients she uses, or refuse to eat it afterwards." There's no specified punishment for breaking the contract, but considering this is Eve that's... probably more worrisome than anything else on there.]

Please sign this waiver before we begin. You do not need a pen, simply trace it with your finger at the bottom.

[ As it happens, Eve isn't the only one exploring- or rather surveying her surroundings. There's a difference, see: one implies an aimless sort of wandering and the Queen of Nasod is anything but. Of course not.

Moby and Remy flank her, chittering animatedly to one another or whatever passes for it for small, mobile combat drones that basically have the temperament of particularly excitable hampsters.

But right, surveying. That means all her systems are set to searching and scanning as she travels the ship and-

hello what's this. There is headtilting. It's practically SHAFT level. There are also crossed arms and a vaguely imperious expression that just barely covers up the "you've got to be shitting me." ]

... After meeting with Apple and Q-Proto_00, Eve had not expected that there were yet more units of a similar model left to discover.

[...Needless to say, this development stops Eve in her tracks, her own set of drones nearly flying right past with the sudden stop. She stares back.]

... 'Eve'? [excuse me

She folds her arms as well, creating an odd symmetry.]

You are not 'Eve'; Eve is 'Eve'.

Identify yourself.

'Eve is Eve,' correct. [ She draws herself up a little straighter at that. Do you know who you're talking to obviously not.

Moby and Remy just sort of look at each other and close in a little. ]

You would presume to tell me I am not who I am. In this situation, Eve could very well ask the same of you.

[ impostor???? usurper???-- nah can't be, doesn't have a crown after all. ]

Edited (because icons.) 2014-01-13 07:05 (UTC)

[Her eye twitches, but the pokerface holds, for now.]

Impersonating royalty is an act of treason. I am Eve. There is only one 'Eve'. Identify yourself now or I will be forced to take action.

[After a pause, she flatly adds] I don't know what you intend to do with this poor disguise, but it doesn't matter what the reason is. I will not allow a commoner to dirty my name.

[ And so the implacable pokerface continues to be a thing, though the set of her mouth edges just that much closer to disapproving. ]

Eve is Eve. I will not repeat myself again.

To insinuate that she would be attempting to impersonate you is insulting. There is no such need.

Given that you continue to insist that you are Eve, further query along this line would be useless. [ She pauses. ] However, if you would reveal the identities of those responsible for this happening, the punishment for both this transgression and your previous may be lightened.

[ this is extremely generous, right? look at what a gracious queen she is.

after all, it's clearly not this unit's fault if someone decided to try to make an imperfect copy of her when they removed her from her body, right. victims of circumstance and all. ]

[She narrows her eyes. For a long moment, she just stares, accessing the situation. Eve is most certainly not anyone's copy... however, it would be idiotic for a copy such as this one to make such pointless claims to the original. Eve isn't about to be convinced she's a fake.

This 'Eve' could be delusional, perhaps... or there's something else going on here.

(Meanwhile, the drones have been staring at themselves and this other queen this whole time. Moby waves at himself.)]

... Eve is beginning to wonder if this is one of Glaive's practical jokes. [When in doubt: blame Glaive. Maybe he got bored of irritating Raven.]

[ The courtiers take a moment to look at each other again before turning back to the other two, Moby cheerfully returning the wave his more knightly self gave him.

Eve on the other hand stares for a long moment before pursing her lips and waving to summon Ophelia, as Remy comes forward to support her in an entirely too practiced motion.

This shit requires tea.

(The maid takes the situation entirely in stride, though she does glance questioningly over at the other Eve and her drones every so often.) ]

Do you suppose Glaive was affected by the same phenomenon, then? [ Just a sort of offhand musing. No hostilities for now, and besides if it came to it Oberon needed to earn his keep. ] Granted, Henir exists outside of the regular space-time continuum, and it is entirely possible he is still capable of observing this intersection of dimensions regardless of the circumstances of our arrival...

[ mmmmm, tea. ]

[She can't help but show a flash of surprise when the maid appears. What? Another Nasod? The model was unfamiliar as well... a new one? Was such a thing even possible, with Core destroyed?

And she's serving her 'queen' tea like this is nothing. Eve tenses up a little, trying not to display the expression humans would describe as 'jealousy'.

Rather than follow the other Eve's lead, she directs her drones to her sides as she sits down. A black slab of metal falls behind her from seemingly nowhere, forming into the shape of an ornate throne in a fraction of a second. Eve settles into it comfortably.]

It's difficult to say... but it's not something Eve would rule out immediately. Glaive was capable of creating 'Raven from the past'. It lies within reason that he could also create ... 'Eve'. [a slight hesitation, as she debates and ultimately decides against 'from the future'. She didn't want to make any assumptions, although...

She looks to the maid, giving in to her curiosity.]

I do not recognize this Nasod.

[ She sets her cup down but otherwise doesn't react to seeing the throne craft itself out of nothing. ...Nothing? Yes, the other 'Moby and Remy' are still there... (Hmm.)

She nods in acknowledgement of the implied query. ]

This is Ophelia. She is not the most recent of Eve's projects, but was crafted some time previous, after I finalized the blueprints for her being... [ and here she glances over at the maid, who's standing attentively to the side and holding a relatively full pot of tea still, and inclines her head slightly.

(and yes, she did sound rather proud while speaking about Ophelia.) ]

You are welcome to some, if you would like. [ She has plenty to go around for dealing with time and space mishaps. ] If Glaive is indeed responsible for this occurrence, then perhaps neither of us should be treated as any lesser than the other.

[ ...for the time being. She is not entirely sold on the explanation provided, but it could work until a more reasonable one was found. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Testrun for crux_fleet!

♛ 1 - Aimlessly Wandering

♛ 2 - Fighting

♛ 3 - "Cooking"

♛ 4 - Wildcard

2!

Re: 2!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

3

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

one day I'll remember how to make icons but not today; ????? IDK WHATEVER

i could go through my folder if you want u_ua (also badumtish)

nah i'm slowly (re)adjusting i think u_ua

i mean

0/10 would not read again

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject