Ren Ubuntu (
jianai) wrote in
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Another weird OC for SRWU
[1]
[You're doing something troublesome. Peeling potatoes in the kitchen? Fixing a mecha? Bandaging up wounded before they bleed to death? It makes no difference because suddenly!]
Hello there. My name is Ren Ubuntu. Allow me to lend a hand if you don't mind?
[A weird person appears. Are those horns real? Not waiting for your answer, Ren starts to help with whatever you're doing.]
[2]
[Time for a mecha piloting exercise.]
I'm sorry, I wish I could turn it off. It... gets rather embarassing sometimes, really.
[Ren's training Genoace has a golden halo around its head for some reason. It's like an orthodox icon. If those were mobile suits.]
[3]
Oh my. Really?
So we're doing this now?
[Ren wants to use gender-segregated facilities, like a bathroom or a changing room. Despite the choice words, this weird horned person seems amused rather than annoyed. Then they just turn for the room with a shorter waiting line.]
[4]
[Combat prompt. And it's not doing well.
Someone just suffered from a deadly hit - beam saber to the cockpit, giant beam, this kind of thing. It could be an ally. It could be you. But as it happens, a flash of light momentarily blinds everyone.]
Ahh... ahh... I made it! Just in time.
[The pilot who was to suffer the killing blow is totally unhurt - even if their ride is still damaged. While Ren stands nearby, looking relieved. And also covered in blood, huge gaping wounds covering their body.]
Thank... goodness...
[Collapse.]
[You're doing something troublesome. Peeling potatoes in the kitchen? Fixing a mecha? Bandaging up wounded before they bleed to death? It makes no difference because suddenly!]
Hello there. My name is Ren Ubuntu. Allow me to lend a hand if you don't mind?
[A weird person appears. Are those horns real? Not waiting for your answer, Ren starts to help with whatever you're doing.]
[2]
[Time for a mecha piloting exercise.]
I'm sorry, I wish I could turn it off. It... gets rather embarassing sometimes, really.
[Ren's training Genoace has a golden halo around its head for some reason. It's like an orthodox icon. If those were mobile suits.]
[3]
Oh my. Really?
So we're doing this now?
[Ren wants to use gender-segregated facilities, like a bathroom or a changing room. Despite the choice words, this weird horned person seems amused rather than annoyed. Then they just turn for the room with a shorter waiting line.]
[4]
[Combat prompt. And it's not doing well.
Someone just suffered from a deadly hit - beam saber to the cockpit, giant beam, this kind of thing. It could be an ally. It could be you. But as it happens, a flash of light momentarily blinds everyone.]
Ahh... ahh... I made it! Just in time.
[The pilot who was to suffer the killing blow is totally unhurt - even if their ride is still damaged. While Ren stands nearby, looking relieved. And also covered in blood, huge gaping wounds covering their body.]
Thank... goodness...
[Collapse.]
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[There was a slight grumble from the other end.]
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So.
[Ren's mobile suit draws a paint marker gun.]
Are you ready to go?
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[The machine's usual chainsaw of death was replaced with what looked like an unholy cross between a cricket bat and several markers.]
I look forward to seeing the fruits of our training grow to sweeten our victories.
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[Ren's Genoace jumps to the side - the shield covers its upper body and head, while the marker gun shoots from behind its safe guard! As it moves, the mobile suit's foot drags along the ground and raises a small dust cloud... which does little to obscure it, as the shining halo is still there.]
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[The halo lowers itself - did the Genoace fall down?
No! As you draw closer, you see that it crouched - and now jumps away from melee, trying to keep its distance!]