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testrun_box2014-01-18 12:47 pm
no99) wrote in testrun_box2014-01-18 12:47 pm
Iconset is a work in progress, but fire away SRWU
-1-
[After a long, desperate battle! Over the course of the grueling fight, Suma was apparently injured quite seriously, but was still laughing all the way to the infirmary, from which she is posting now.]
What a glorious battle! What ruthless foes! What fearless comrades! What a time to be alive!
Never in a thousand years have I enjoyed such a brilliant fight. Hundred to one odds, and yet never did we falter. Takes me back to the old days, when battles were fought with blood and blade. Nearly as good as Thermopylae, tonight was. Perhaps this was how those unyielding Spartans felt as they charged to their deaths!
If you're planning to do this again, I hope you wait until I've had a chance to recover, for I'd hate to be giving anything less than my best for it.
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[Immediately following your character getting some kind of mental, spiritual or physical mid-season upgrade, Suma be hunting you down in person.]
Fight me, right now. With or without your machine, I'll accept either. I want to see what you're capable of now.
-3-
[Night owl prompt! Suma's off in some less-often traveled corner of the ship/base, in the dead of night. Somewhere where you can see the stars.]
[She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, and in front of her appears to be a single lit candle. Her eyes are closed and she's speaks softly and slowly, as if reciting some sort of old ritual.]
Ankhesenamun.
Seth-Peribsen.
Mukarramma.
Aquila.
Diocletianus.
[She half-opens her good eye.]
I do know someone's listening. You're not interrupting much.
[After a long, desperate battle! Over the course of the grueling fight, Suma was apparently injured quite seriously, but was still laughing all the way to the infirmary, from which she is posting now.]
What a glorious battle! What ruthless foes! What fearless comrades! What a time to be alive!
Never in a thousand years have I enjoyed such a brilliant fight. Hundred to one odds, and yet never did we falter. Takes me back to the old days, when battles were fought with blood and blade. Nearly as good as Thermopylae, tonight was. Perhaps this was how those unyielding Spartans felt as they charged to their deaths!
If you're planning to do this again, I hope you wait until I've had a chance to recover, for I'd hate to be giving anything less than my best for it.
-2-
[Immediately following your character getting some kind of mental, spiritual or physical mid-season upgrade, Suma be hunting you down in person.]
Fight me, right now. With or without your machine, I'll accept either. I want to see what you're capable of now.
-3-
[Night owl prompt! Suma's off in some less-often traveled corner of the ship/base, in the dead of night. Somewhere where you can see the stars.]
[She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, and in front of her appears to be a single lit candle. Her eyes are closed and she's speaks softly and slowly, as if reciting some sort of old ritual.]
Ankhesenamun.
Seth-Peribsen.
Mukarramma.
Aquila.
Diocletianus.
[She half-opens her good eye.]
I do know someone's listening. You're not interrupting much.
1)
[Yeah, Volya with absolutely no skill at all with his sole plan in battle being 'Not die' was still hyperventilating. He'd be flailing right now if he wasn't dead tired. It didn't help that the mass of plant and armor that was his 'machine/partner' was currently covered in scorches and gashes and smelled like a burned down forest.]
I never... EVER want to do that again!
[Too bad for Volya his life sucks and an army of mecha using knights will hunt him to the ends of the earth.]
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[And there's no worse feeling than utter terror surrounded on all sides by people trying to stab you to death repeatedly.]
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