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Hey, man, if you get time, poke into the Discord from time to time. I'm usually driving in the mornings and evenings, hanging out in the voice channel. At least shoot the shit with us and all.

Approved Characters / Re: Wabul "Toast" Paka
« on: November 15, 2018, 05:51:57 PM »
No Flamethrower. Approving this garbage so I don't have to look at it anymore.

Injuries are a natural way of violence. Whether given or received, in any real fight, it helps to remember that not just one person will be hurt. There’s always more pain and hate to dispense. It’s why armies came up with triage, it’s why ER centers exist, it’s why the Grimm are so… Well… That’s not here, not in Janus’ mind. None of this floats to the surface, it just sets the current of his actions. His natural flow, if one would think of it that way. There’s an acceptance of direction, of events, of outcome in there somewhere. He knows that he’ll be injured, if this is a real fight. He knows his foe is near-enough to an equal. He knows what he sees. The man retreats, attempting to draw him in. The maneuver is a valid one, given the terrestrial upheaval.
It’s also revealing. There’s almost beckoning hint of desperation in the move. The Old Man, the Professor, is attempting to set the environment of the fight. He wants to fight in the mountainous terrain. His ranged abilities are clearly severely limited, if not nonexistent, going off his lack of retaliation. The mountainous terrain lends some advantage to his opponent, in terms of cover, but…
The impassive bronzed helmet betrays no sign of reaction. He simply... moves. The Jet Knight continues to live up to his name, rapidly closing the distance, as though some furious red artillery shell. For a moment, he blends in with the volcanic detritus, velocity and trajectory notwithstanding. There’s a series of sharp cracks as the mercenary shoulders through the obstructing sections of heated stone. The mercenary’s aura soaks much of the damage, but as he slams into the side of the far mountain, momentum arrested, it’s clear he allowed some of the effects through. Charred impacts mar his armor, but they’re largely superficial. A weighed trade-off, sacrificing his own health for speed, and positioning. The man snaps around, rifle up, and opens fire. A thundering hail of rifle rounds spray at the Professor, capped off by one of the heavier 20mm rounds as well.

Action Tracker:
▫ [ACTION: Vectored Thrust.]
  ▫[DAMAGE: 2% per round. 20 rounds total. 40% possible, 8% likely.
  ▫[DAMAGE: 10% [color=#]Underslung Cannon[/color]. Explosive. 10% for Direct.
▫ [Ammo Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇(50%)
▫ [The Tyrant is in it's primary, Battle Rifle form.
▫ [Aura Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ (94%)]

The noodly bastard stole my idea. Janus thought to himself. He'd tracked his movements across the arena, floating across the ground, ensuring Budonoki stayed opposite the lava from him. Seeing the man scamper up and crack the side of the Volcano was irritating, to say nothing else. He'd planned to crack it open, in a pinch, but Budo had beaten him to the punch, so to speak.

Then he decided to continue making the same mistake. Hey, if they're gonna give you the chance....

Janus planted his feet. He saw the staff coming. He took his front hand off the rifle, stepped sideways, focused, and with the free hand, he directed an intensely powerful jet of air into the pit of lava before him. There was enough force to peel the first few feet up and spray it across the arena. Right at Budo. If they're not gonna fall into your trap, bring the trap to them.

Action Tracker:
▫ [ACTION: Vectored Thrust.]
  ▫[DAMAGE: 2% per round. 5 rounds total. 10% possible, 4% likely.
  ▫[DAMAGE: 20% Lava Spray
▫ [Ammo Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇(80%)
▫ [The Tyrant is in it's primary, Battle Rifle form.
▫ [Aura Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇(100%)]

Approved Characters / Re: Draíochta Anam
« on: August 05, 2018, 12:38:22 PM »
Get on our Discord, as well. Makes contact and discussion about your character considerably easier.

Janus watched, bemusedly behind his helmet at the series of acrobatic flips the older Faunus performed in a flamboyant return to his starting point. Impressive. Indicative of a fair amount of physical training. His flips let him get a better look at his equipment, too, which looked to be... Some kind of a stick? A tree branch? Hard to say, although, knowing how Hunters tended to equip themselves in a manner that aligned with their Semblances, their Styles, or their Tastes, it was a safe assumption that this guy would engage him with something related to nature.

Suddenly, almost as if a bomb went off, the arena seemed to change. An electricity seemed to spread through the air, as Budonoki shot towards him. Towards the volcanic hellscape he was standing on, with the pits of lava all around him.

A wise man once said "Never interrupt your enemy when they're making a mistake."

But that doesn't mean you can't make the mistake worse.

Janus braced, then rocketed sideways, his rifle fluidly snapping into his shoulder as he skated just above the ground. He didn't even bother to look down the sights, relying instead on the natural feel of the rifle, of the decades of practice with it, as he sent a series of hammered pairs at his opponent, merely to distract, maybe get lucky on a hit. The mercenary came to a sudden, sharp stop, with a blast of air scattering ash, leaving a pit of lava between him and the apparently melee oriented Professor.

Action Tracker:
▫ [ACTION: Aggressive Repositioning.]
  ▫[DAMAGE: 2% per round. 6 rounds total. 12% possible, 4% likely.
▫ [PASSIVE EFFECT: Thrust ~ Jet Skate] Janus' use of his semblance to avoid contact with the ground increases his speed while keeping him out of range of the Lava.
▫ [The Tyrant is in its primary, Battle Rifle form.]
▫ [Ammo Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇(90%)
▫ [Aura Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ (100%)]

Janus Rogo. The Jet Knight. Specialist-par-excellence.

The Butcher of Tenang Bay.

Of course that'd be the one that would stick with him for the rest of his life. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the announcements went on, mind wandering to distant shores, screams, and sorrows. Dozens of years of service, of protecting Atlas, of protecting Remnant, and here was all that could be said about him. A criminal.

How dare they!, the thought came unbidden, more a voice whispering in his ears. His Aura pulsed and a wave of pressure radiated off him, spreading down the hall. What do they know? He could feel the weight of the Tyrant behind him. He could smell the ash in the winter air. He could- He could fill the whole world wi-

"Enooouuugh!", he growled. His attention centered. The world seemed to rush back in on him. Deep breaths... Deep... Breaths....

Home. The scents of a smokey winter rushed in to greet him. He could sense the eerie silence beyond the doors, his presence might've been a bad idea, in hindsight, but it was too late to pull out now. All he had to do was win. Hell, he didn't even need the win, he just needed to not kill a bunch of people, again. Be polite. Be professional. Have a plan to- *~CLUNK~*

The doors swung open. Rogo, the Butcher, stepped forward. The man was clad in his old tactical battle rattle, once stark white, now worn down to slate gray. Aesthetics were gone, but, despite the pockmarks and furrows, the effectiveness was not. The helm under his arm was polished to a dull bronze dome. The straps and underarmor were essentially molded to him, as long as he'd been wearing the gear, and felt like little more than more skin. He scanned the Knights immediately. There was no way the Military, or just about anyone, really, would try and pull something here. Too much attention on the world stage. Too much Specialized attention. The arena's terrain spinner had somewhat favored him, too. His opponent's side was rife with elevation shifts and cover, while his own had some gnarly surface hazards in the lava. An idea flickered across his mind when he saw the volcano, one that'd come in handy if his foe had the right style of combat. Speak of the devil... A scrawny... monk? Janus didn't recognize him, but he was certainly a sight.

And a Faunus. Again with this, great.

At least this one seemed polite.

Rogo's boots left the ground. The rush of air scattered the smoke and ash around him as he slowly rose towards the cliff. He hovered just out of reach of Budonoki for a moment, staring him down. He could feel the Tyrant hanging on his back. The old, heavy battle rifle seemed to shiver with excitement. All he had to do was pivot forward, spin the rifle around. He'd catch the old man off guard, put the bayonet through him! Push the attack, rush him, AGGRESS!

Janus Rogo drifted slightly forward and clasped Budonoki's arm in his.

"A good sentiment, sir. Best of luck here.", he said over the roar of the volcano, before releasing his grip and floating back down to his entry point. He landed, donning the helmet, and unslinging the Tyrant. The mercenary raised a fist in salute of his opponent, took a deep breath, and prepared for the war.

Everywhere Else / Re: Shiver [Closed]
« on: July 12, 2018, 08:45:25 PM »
The florally clad mercenary shrugged.

"Something like that." he said. "For now, just consider me an... Adventurer? Wanderer?"

Janus pulled a partial loaf of bread out of the pantry, squeezing it with a frown, before discarding it. "An Investigator." Momentarily he settles on a can of beans, stepping away from the pantry and up to the small island in the middle of it. He glanced between the two women, then shrugged. "Investigator should be juuust fine, for now. I'd rather not have to dip into the other names, so, please, ladies, mind your manners?"

He unslung his rifle, setting it flat in front of him. He gestured for the other two to do the same.

"Lets all just relax a little. Enjoy the fruits of someone else's labors. Judging by the state of things, I doubt they'll be back anytime soon."

Approved Characters / Re: Chantou Rou
« on: July 10, 2018, 11:08:33 AM »

MiA Characters / Re: Akane Tozawa
« on: July 01, 2018, 07:03:04 PM »
This character needs more work to her. She's a dropout with excessively high levels of skill in every area related to being a Huntress. Maybe her history could offset the lack of education, but you mention only that she was taught Doctory/Massage stuff growing up. Said parents being skilled enough to train her in Aura techniques suitable for a combat academy needs to be explained, since right now it seems way out of place. "She does whatever she wants" is not a good profession. Maybe expand on that as well, especially if she intends to continue eating large meals. Personality is nonsensical to me, having a calm, focused, but rebellious, spunky meditative  glutton seems to be a bit unfocused, however I'll defer to my peers in that aspect. Can she aim in Supercell form?

Combat behavior is all over the place as well. The whole first paragraph and about half the second is a bitch to make sense of for no reason. It basically says "She's very focused and very swordy", near as I can tell. Shit doesn't need to read like a college thesis.

To your credit, I have nothing to say about the weaponry chosen. Fairly unremarkable, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Biggest issues I'm seeing, to sum up, are the skill level not reflecting her upbringing and dropout status, her combat behavior is excessively wordy and lacking weaknesses for a half-trained Huntress, and I'd like some.more info on the Frostbite, or to see it replaced with something known to us. Also the parts of the history where "the Kingdoms didn't know what to do" so they rely on a couple dropouts aggravates me. I'll look at that next time if it hasn't changed.

Huntsman Bracket: Janus Rogo

Everywhere Else / Re: Shiver [Closed]
« on: June 14, 2018, 07:12:10 AM »
A response to the first girl died in his mouth as the second, younger girl appeared. His glance took in what he needed to see, just as well as with Nebu. Her remarks, her apparent age, indicated a particularly oblivious student. Well equipped, sure, with who knows what for a semblance, but she wasn't likely to have much experience with it. He held the look for a beat, then his attention shifted again. A broad grin spread across his face as he gestured for the others to come in. He moved into the kitchen area, sparing one more glance for the older woman. Nothing more than a friendly smile and implicit violence.

"Come on, come in, girls. No, I don't have any idea what's up with this town. Weird, though, isn't it?", he said, poking through a pantry. "So, I know one of you is a student, but I'm not too sure for the other. Private sector? Contractor?"

Everywhere Else / Re: Shiver [Closed]
« on: May 24, 2018, 11:01:47 AM »

The water sputtered momentarily, then stopped. Annoyed, Janus jiggled the handles, then sighed. With a simple gesture from his hand, most of the remaining water was blasted off his body. A rush of wind swirled around the bathroom, scattering small objects throughout it. So the water was out now, too. Weird. Given the condition of the rest of the town, it wasn't likely to have failed this soon, unless it was related to the reason the water failed?

He knelt down, rifling through the drawers beneath the sink, pulling out a towel to finish drying off. On the back of the door hung a small, floral bathrobe, with the letters M.D embroidered on the back. It looked cheap, he thought, as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, and he was almost certain the letters were done by hand. It was a solid job, actually. Janus was shook out of his stupor as the Tyrant slowly slid over, clattering to the floor of the tub. He slipped into the robe, rubbing at the scruff on his face as he scooped up the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Back in the real world, he could hear an engine approaching. Something deep, bit of power definitely, but not heavy. He'd be able to pick out anything used by Atlas Forces and anyone good enough to track him through the wastes wouldn't have made so simple a mistake as driving up to him. So it was someone unrelated. Returning populace? They'll probably be pissed about the door, he mused. Best to get ready for them.

He exited the bathroom and found himself staring at Nebu. He stiffened, but didn't freeze, coming off as a slight hitch in his step. This one wasn't a local, or at least this wasn't her home; too concerned with the surroundings, not with who was out of place. Young, but not a student. Non-regulation cut, so not military. Weird armor, too. Non-standard, but well made. Corporate? Moot.

He didn't move for his rifle, yet. But the Tyrant was still there. Hiding behind one of the most infamous Huntsmen alive.

"You're not supposed to be here.", he said, lightly.

Plot Zone / Re: Proving Gus Wrong
« on: May 15, 2018, 06:51:35 PM »
If I don't have to squint to see the reason and it's a fairly plausible one, then sure, bring whichever student. This isn't a signup thread, either. This is the fuckin brochure. First come, first serve.

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