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- Best England - United Kingdom
Yes, although delinquent sister-in-law is probably best since best friend delinquent sister would likely lead to loss of best friend*!
*And if that is the case he was never your best friend anyway!
A Bright Dawn to Come (SRW/ME)
- Thread starter Lunaryon
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Yes, although delinquent sister-in-law is probably best since best friend delinquent sister would likely lead to loss of best friend*!
*And if that is the case he was never your best friend anyway!
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I'm going to go with half sister still.
Isiri Pudireach
Predictive text can go duck itself
Yeah, half sister sounds fun
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
But think of all the twin shenanigans if there are 2 Slinkys!
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- Reader
I mean, they'll still be doing the same amount of paperwork(none)
- Location
- Best England - United Kingdom
In that case Half-sister as well - heh! half the sister double the paperwork!
- Location
- Dragyxx
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
There's other kinds in this universe? Pretty sure that's like, the minimum benchmark for Gundam delinquency. If you can't hijack an old Zaku at the least, how will you get the other delinquents to accept you?
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I don't know. I think Maxine hijacking her mothers ship with a bunch of harus is pretty severe delinquency.
Isiri Pudireach
Predictive text can go duck itself
Ah, but the ship had a Gundam in it and therefore defaults to a Gundam jacking
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
I think shipjacking is an acceptable alternative to Gundamjacking if there are no Gundams in the immediate vicinity.
But a proper delinquent will always go from shipjacking to Gundamjacking if a Gundam presents itself.
But a proper delinquent will always go from shipjacking to Gundamjacking if a Gundam presents itself.
I think the proper term is 'politician' for that. Not 'delinquent'
Different series, but Sora wo Kakeru Shoujo did jack a whole ass derlict space colony laser....
Isiri Pudireach
Predictive text can go duck itself
Just looked that up on Wikipedia
And that is sooo unfair! Where's our robot potato?/jk
Thats what Haros are for.
Though we don't have a giant laser voiced by Lelouch
Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
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- She/Her
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmebZMr4Xb8
...What did I just watch? Though the four legged mobile suit designs are interesting.
You probably want the second opening for more of the space mecha stuff since the first half was confused about whether it wanted to be space schoolgirls or mecha
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKWCPL1RuXI
I think it made it into an SRW once? Most of the old videos I remember are gone now though.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZUtSuZZvbw
At least theres mecha profiles here if you can read JP.
The Far Solar Station - Part 4
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Lunaryon
Dual Aurora Wave
- Pronouns
- She/Her
With a painful, heavy gasp your eyes flutter open as you find yourself aware of yourself. Your lungs burn and your muscles ache. Without thinking, you bring a hand to your chest, trying to find the source of the pain…
But… Your mind is… heavy. Your thoughts are sluggish and plodding, with every inclination having to drag itself through the oily mire of cloying darkness that fills your head, clinging to everything that you are… You…
You…
You feel like you've been asleep for months now.
Everything hurts. Your muscles ache, your vision is blurred, and despite the fact that you can barely even string together a thought, you can feel that there is something missing.
There is something wrong with you.
Moving hurts, but despite the pain you pull yourself up into a sitting position, slowly looking around to try and find…
To find…
Whatever it is that is missing.
There is something wrong with all of this. Something… Nothing makes sense.
You…
You are…
Who are you?
What were you doing?
All the individual pieces of your memories are clashing against one another, forming a discordant incomprehensible mosaic of madness. There in your head are flashes of individual moments - A single image of a shy, blushing girl. Do you know her?
The words of a young man, laughing about the finals of some competition. Is that a friend?
The taste of bile against the back of your teeth.
The scent of gunpowder and iron.
Each of these things are in your head, with a thousand thousand more floating freely, because there is no context to the things that your mind is showing you. No connections between any of the individual moments.
And all of it is still missing something.
Like a limb gone numb?
You don't know what that means. All you know is that it is like someone has reached down into the very depths of your being and snatched away some core pillar of what makes you who you are.
Or perhaps rather who you were?
Because nothing makes sense right now. You… You can't remember who you are. You can't remember what you were doing. The only thing that you can be certain of is the fact that you are you. You aren't someone else.
You think.
Yes.
You think, therefore you are.
But where are you?
A glance around tells you nothing, because everything is still so blurry as to make you no better than being blind. You ache, muscles burning as you rub at an eye. Hm?
Tears are rolling down your face. That makes sense, given how much pain you are in, but it feels strange, even if you can't put words to why it bothers you. But once the tears are clear from your eyes, you can start to have some idea of where you are.
…Or not.
Given the fact that the walls are a bare metal gray, with a single sink over on the far wall next to a toilet. There is nothing here that gives you any idea of what happened to you. Nothing that says anything about who you are.
Though, you think there might be something familiar about all of this?
But… what?
Oh.
It starts to make a little more sense as you turn towards the other wall. Well, it isn't exactly accurate to call jail cell bars a wall.
Oh. You're in a jail cell.
What did you do to end up in jail? That doesn't feel like something that you'd do… But since you can't even remember your own name at the moment you guess that you can't say for certain that it isn't something that you'd do. Rather, the fact that you are here at all says that it is something that you'd do. You guess.
You wish that any of this made any kind of sense, but with your mind all churned up like thick butter, you can barely string together two thoughts. Trying to piece together what happened to you just isn't possible right now. The more - and the harder - that you try to think, the more your head hurts. The worse it hurts.
With a pained groan, you push through the pain in your muscles to bring your hands up to try and massage your head, as if there was some physical action that could fight away the pain. And yet, through the aching of your muscles, your fingers run into something at your temples.
Cloth, something soft like plastic, and something cold and hard like metal. Without a single thought in your head, you slide your fingers undeath, before pulling it free with a smooth sliding motion.
But pulling on the headband makes everything so much worse. The slightest shift is enough to make the whole world seem to rock and rumble. Your muscles spasm, your stomach rebels, everything becomes too bright and loud. Everything hurts, so much more that it did a moment before.
It is just too much.
Pulling the headband free makes you collapse down to your hands and knees, dry heaving as your empty stomach strains to empty what little there is in it. You screw your eyes shut as even the pale light of the cell is enough to leave you feeling blinded, which is when everything changes.
Because you accidentally let go of that headband as you try to bring your hands up to cover your eyes.
And the whole world changes - Everything snaps together so quickly and so sharply that it almost hurts. But in a good way.
Because everything is better now. The aches and pains in your muscles disappear instantly, your eyes have stopped straining themselves to the point of tearing up, and even better your mind is whole once more.
It was a nameless girl that dropped to her knees, so wracked with pain and suffering that she couldn't even recognize it anymore. But you are the one that rises to your feet, Captain Lysithea Williams of the Harmonia.
It isn't just your memories and thoughts that have returned, but so has the part of you that headband was somehow suppressing.
The part of you that can feel beyond the edges of your skin again. You can see beyond the limits of your eyes, and as a Newtype you can feel the boredom of the guard sitting at the end of the cellblock, entirely unconcerned about you or the others here. More interesting, however, is the other emotions boiling over further out - Off in the distance of the station there is a swell of panic bubbling and building. You can't be sure about the cause of the panic, but you have an idea, and it gives you hope.
You can feel Shinku curled up on another cot a few cells down, even if his mind is muted and… You'd almost describe it as if his own mind was turning against himself, his Newtype abilities attacking his own thoughts…
Char - Edward is here as well, down in the corner of one cell, so wracked with pain that you can barely tell that it is him at all. And… You don't know where Celeste is.
That worries you, but it is the other missing member of your group that allows a smile, all teeth, to cross your face.
Jane isn't here in the prison.
If she's out there, loose in the base, then there is good reason to believe that she is the source of the panic.
Of course, that isn't to say that Jane is the only person who could be causing trouble for Embryo. After all, you've an entire crew who you can't imagine are particularly happy with the fact that you and the others have been kidnapped.
You just wish that you had some idea of what was going on. Why did Embryo do this? Where in the base are you…
And what the hell was that thing on your head?
Glancing down, you wince. Somehow, despite the fact that you aren't even wearing the thing anymore, just the sight of it causes a pulse of pain behind your eyes.
It doesn't even look like much - An athletic sweatband with twelve diamond shaped pieces stitched onto the outside. From where it lays on the ground, you can tell that there are electronics in the thing, which doesn't exactly surprise you.
Given what it did to you, and the pain that you feel just looking at it, it has to be some kind of Anti-Newtype weapon, which might explain why Celeste isn't here. You carefully move around the horrid thing, avoiding even looking at it as you approach the door.
You need to figure out how to get out of here, and then of course, there is the question of what you'll even do once you are out of the-
Without thinking about it, you'd laid your hands on the cross bar of the door… And instead of being able to brace against it, the door simply swings open.
…Did they really expect that thing on your head to keep you from being able to move to the point of not even bothering to lock you in?
That can't be real?
Right… Well, now you need to think.
What do you do first?
[ ] The Guard
- Before you do anything, you need to get rid of the guard of the block, just to make sure that nothing goes wrong
[ ] The blurred ones
- You can feel Shinku and Edward… and others down the block and to the right. Each of their minds is fuzzy and indistinct, warped in the same way that yours was. They probably all have similar things on them as you did.
[ ] The ordinary prisoners
- There is a group of minds in the opposite direction of Shinku and Edwards - They feel distinctly different from the stalled thoughts of your best friend and his father. You don't think they are Newtypes. Still worth looking into.
[ ] The Vents
- Jane and Celeste aren't here, and it is easier for one person to sneak around rather than three. You're going to need everyone to be able to break out of here, so you need to find them.
Whoops. I seemed to have left this part of when I first posted -
Separate from the events here on the station, you are going to run into a gremlin soon, and I felt it would be good to put this up to an actual vote.
[ ][Sis] Your half-sister
- this new character will be your half sister on your mother's side, having a different father.
[ ][Sis] Shinku's sister
- you've heard Shinku talk about his sister a few times, but she's younger enough that you haven't met her often. Consequently, she's also Char's daughter. Which makes sense
[ ][Sis] Celeste's younger sister
- Celeste has only mentioned once that she has a sister. Seems to be something of a sore spot all around.
[ ][ImoAge] 16
- can't be chosen with Celeste
[ ][ImoAge] 15
[ ][ImoAge] 14
Sorry for somehow not getting this copied over properly. Also be warned, this girl has boosted a mobile suit.
But… Your mind is… heavy. Your thoughts are sluggish and plodding, with every inclination having to drag itself through the oily mire of cloying darkness that fills your head, clinging to everything that you are… You…
You…
You feel like you've been asleep for months now.
Everything hurts. Your muscles ache, your vision is blurred, and despite the fact that you can barely even string together a thought, you can feel that there is something missing.
There is something wrong with you.
Moving hurts, but despite the pain you pull yourself up into a sitting position, slowly looking around to try and find…
To find…
Whatever it is that is missing.
There is something wrong with all of this. Something… Nothing makes sense.
You…
You are…
Who are you?
What were you doing?
All the individual pieces of your memories are clashing against one another, forming a discordant incomprehensible mosaic of madness. There in your head are flashes of individual moments - A single image of a shy, blushing girl. Do you know her?
The words of a young man, laughing about the finals of some competition. Is that a friend?
The taste of bile against the back of your teeth.
The scent of gunpowder and iron.
Each of these things are in your head, with a thousand thousand more floating freely, because there is no context to the things that your mind is showing you. No connections between any of the individual moments.
And all of it is still missing something.
Like a limb gone numb?
You don't know what that means. All you know is that it is like someone has reached down into the very depths of your being and snatched away some core pillar of what makes you who you are.
Or perhaps rather who you were?
Because nothing makes sense right now. You… You can't remember who you are. You can't remember what you were doing. The only thing that you can be certain of is the fact that you are you. You aren't someone else.
You think.
Yes.
You think, therefore you are.
But where are you?
A glance around tells you nothing, because everything is still so blurry as to make you no better than being blind. You ache, muscles burning as you rub at an eye. Hm?
Tears are rolling down your face. That makes sense, given how much pain you are in, but it feels strange, even if you can't put words to why it bothers you. But once the tears are clear from your eyes, you can start to have some idea of where you are.
…Or not.
Given the fact that the walls are a bare metal gray, with a single sink over on the far wall next to a toilet. There is nothing here that gives you any idea of what happened to you. Nothing that says anything about who you are.
Though, you think there might be something familiar about all of this?
But… what?
Oh.
It starts to make a little more sense as you turn towards the other wall. Well, it isn't exactly accurate to call jail cell bars a wall.
Oh. You're in a jail cell.
What did you do to end up in jail? That doesn't feel like something that you'd do… But since you can't even remember your own name at the moment you guess that you can't say for certain that it isn't something that you'd do. Rather, the fact that you are here at all says that it is something that you'd do. You guess.
You wish that any of this made any kind of sense, but with your mind all churned up like thick butter, you can barely string together two thoughts. Trying to piece together what happened to you just isn't possible right now. The more - and the harder - that you try to think, the more your head hurts. The worse it hurts.
With a pained groan, you push through the pain in your muscles to bring your hands up to try and massage your head, as if there was some physical action that could fight away the pain. And yet, through the aching of your muscles, your fingers run into something at your temples.
Cloth, something soft like plastic, and something cold and hard like metal. Without a single thought in your head, you slide your fingers undeath, before pulling it free with a smooth sliding motion.
But pulling on the headband makes everything so much worse. The slightest shift is enough to make the whole world seem to rock and rumble. Your muscles spasm, your stomach rebels, everything becomes too bright and loud. Everything hurts, so much more that it did a moment before.
It is just too much.
Pulling the headband free makes you collapse down to your hands and knees, dry heaving as your empty stomach strains to empty what little there is in it. You screw your eyes shut as even the pale light of the cell is enough to leave you feeling blinded, which is when everything changes.
Because you accidentally let go of that headband as you try to bring your hands up to cover your eyes.
And the whole world changes - Everything snaps together so quickly and so sharply that it almost hurts. But in a good way.
Because everything is better now. The aches and pains in your muscles disappear instantly, your eyes have stopped straining themselves to the point of tearing up, and even better your mind is whole once more.
It was a nameless girl that dropped to her knees, so wracked with pain and suffering that she couldn't even recognize it anymore. But you are the one that rises to your feet, Captain Lysithea Williams of the Harmonia.
It isn't just your memories and thoughts that have returned, but so has the part of you that headband was somehow suppressing.
The part of you that can feel beyond the edges of your skin again. You can see beyond the limits of your eyes, and as a Newtype you can feel the boredom of the guard sitting at the end of the cellblock, entirely unconcerned about you or the others here. More interesting, however, is the other emotions boiling over further out - Off in the distance of the station there is a swell of panic bubbling and building. You can't be sure about the cause of the panic, but you have an idea, and it gives you hope.
You can feel Shinku curled up on another cot a few cells down, even if his mind is muted and… You'd almost describe it as if his own mind was turning against himself, his Newtype abilities attacking his own thoughts…
Char - Edward is here as well, down in the corner of one cell, so wracked with pain that you can barely tell that it is him at all. And… You don't know where Celeste is.
That worries you, but it is the other missing member of your group that allows a smile, all teeth, to cross your face.
Jane isn't here in the prison.
If she's out there, loose in the base, then there is good reason to believe that she is the source of the panic.
Of course, that isn't to say that Jane is the only person who could be causing trouble for Embryo. After all, you've an entire crew who you can't imagine are particularly happy with the fact that you and the others have been kidnapped.
You just wish that you had some idea of what was going on. Why did Embryo do this? Where in the base are you…
And what the hell was that thing on your head?
Glancing down, you wince. Somehow, despite the fact that you aren't even wearing the thing anymore, just the sight of it causes a pulse of pain behind your eyes.
It doesn't even look like much - An athletic sweatband with twelve diamond shaped pieces stitched onto the outside. From where it lays on the ground, you can tell that there are electronics in the thing, which doesn't exactly surprise you.
Given what it did to you, and the pain that you feel just looking at it, it has to be some kind of Anti-Newtype weapon, which might explain why Celeste isn't here. You carefully move around the horrid thing, avoiding even looking at it as you approach the door.
You need to figure out how to get out of here, and then of course, there is the question of what you'll even do once you are out of the-
Without thinking about it, you'd laid your hands on the cross bar of the door… And instead of being able to brace against it, the door simply swings open.
…Did they really expect that thing on your head to keep you from being able to move to the point of not even bothering to lock you in?
That can't be real?
Right… Well, now you need to think.
What do you do first?
[ ] The Guard
- Before you do anything, you need to get rid of the guard of the block, just to make sure that nothing goes wrong
[ ] The blurred ones
- You can feel Shinku and Edward… and others down the block and to the right. Each of their minds is fuzzy and indistinct, warped in the same way that yours was. They probably all have similar things on them as you did.
[ ] The ordinary prisoners
- There is a group of minds in the opposite direction of Shinku and Edwards - They feel distinctly different from the stalled thoughts of your best friend and his father. You don't think they are Newtypes. Still worth looking into.
[ ] The Vents
- Jane and Celeste aren't here, and it is easier for one person to sneak around rather than three. You're going to need everyone to be able to break out of here, so you need to find them.
Whoops. I seemed to have left this part of when I first posted -
Separate from the events here on the station, you are going to run into a gremlin soon, and I felt it would be good to put this up to an actual vote.
[ ][Sis] Your half-sister
- this new character will be your half sister on your mother's side, having a different father.
[ ][Sis] Shinku's sister
- you've heard Shinku talk about his sister a few times, but she's younger enough that you haven't met her often. Consequently, she's also Char's daughter. Which makes sense
[ ][Sis] Celeste's younger sister
- Celeste has only mentioned once that she has a sister. Seems to be something of a sore spot all around.
[ ][ImoAge] 16
- can't be chosen with Celeste
[ ][ImoAge] 15
[ ][ImoAge] 14
Sorry for somehow not getting this copied over properly. Also be warned, this girl has boosted a mobile suit.
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- Location
- Hell.
- Pronouns
- She/They
....Oh embryo you are a disgusting sack of shit.
but we knew that already.
but we knew that already.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The Guard
- Before you do anything, you need to get rid of the guard of the block, just to make sure that nothing goes wrong
Probably Best not to be shot in the back, and as I recall we put on the laser barrettes.
[X][Sis] Your half-sister
[X][ImoAge] 15
- Before you do anything, you need to get rid of the guard of the block, just to make sure that nothing goes wrong
Probably Best not to be shot in the back, and as I recall we put on the laser barrettes.
[X][Sis] Your half-sister
[X][ImoAge] 15
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Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
This is, well and truly, an Embyro moment.
[X] The Guard
[X][Sis] Your half-sister
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- Location
- Painting, Peach's Castle
Welp!
I want Embryo to be stuck between Final GaoGaiGar's Goldion Finger and Shin Getter Dragon's Shine Spark.
I'll settle for execution via spacing + beam cannons.
Do we still have them? We might have had them taken.
I want Embryo to be stuck between Final GaoGaiGar's Goldion Finger and Shin Getter Dragon's Shine Spark.
I'll settle for execution via spacing + beam cannons.
Do we still have them? We might have had them taken.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The door wasn't even locked. I don't expect enough competence to have checked for guns let alone weaponry hidden as hair accessories.