azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
Something pointed out to you already, but you were too busy trying to be pedantic.
Magical Tinker Lyrical Taylor Worm/MGLN
- Thread starter Hoyden
- Start date
Itsune
Eldritch horror, Ship's Cat, Emergency Gunner.
- Location
- Somewhere in King County Washington
You notice that its never just Relics? It's either {proper name} Relics, or Relics of {proper named era}.
Can you define the difference between Relics, and relics, without using a fiction based reference.
Because what you just did here can be cut and pasted for any work of fiction that uses the "Ancients' lost stuff" meme.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
.... Dude. Give it a rest. We already sighted the difference between relic and Relic and you have been too god damn stubborn about it.
So just let this argument drop here because its getting off topic to the story.
kamenhero25
The Masked Writer
- Location
- United States
Okay... and I'm out. Call me when the author updates again.
All of the Numbers are cloned test tube babies and Lutecia and her mother aren't cyborgs and there is no indication atleast that i can remember in strikers that the people in stasis in Jails base are combat cyborgs either.
And Yes Subaru and Ginga are clones of Quint as is Nove. And Zest was a project FATE clone of the original Zeat like Fate was of Alicia and from what i remember he didn't have any Relics inplanted in him.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Thanks for clearing that up for me.
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But why did Zest die like he did if he was a clone?
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I always took that as the cybernetics reanimating his body failing on him. Plus he has an overdrive move that combat cyborgs have.
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He had some kinda health issue we don't know what caused it but due to the fact that he appears to be the same age as when he died despite the fact that clones age normally and he died less Than 8 years before strikers. It's likely his body was grown to adulthood at an accelerated rate and that could be the cause of it but that's just a hypothesis.
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OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
So, any clue as to why he has an overdrive move like a combat cyborg though? I think he also mentions that he was brought back to life in the anime, but I am not sure. I will have to rewatch it again.
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It would also make sense for the people in the tubes to be combat cyborgs as well due to Jail wanting an army of them.
But I can let that slide.
Zest just confused me.
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Obviously Jail, mad scientist that he is, decided to try to improve on the original. The new Zest was apparently more powerful than the original, but at the cost of lifespan. Oh well, can't make advances in science without losing a few test subjects.
kamenhero25
The Masked Writer
- Location
- United States
Sounds right for Jail. Guy was nuts even by mad scientist standards.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Yep, that would make sense. This is the guy who made sure that any children the cyborgs have would be clones of him.
The combat cyborgs don't have an overdrive mode if you are talking about Subaru that is just her activating her combat cyborg abilites such as her IS and magic energy coversion. And Zest's full drive isn't anything special all the Main Cast mages with devices have full drive ordinarily mages can only use 60% of their magic output it's similar to how we can't ordinarily use the full strenght of our muscles but the full drive allows a mage to use close to 100% of their output Which Zest then uses for an overhelmingly powerful single strike. And the reason he Said he was revived is because his memories are that of the original Zest thanks to project FATE.
Nope, just the first one from each. Pre-implanted clone set to start maturing rapidly if Jail doesn't reset the failsafe timer every so often. All removed, and presumably disposed of, after the Numbers were captured at the end of StrikerS
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Wasn't that one girl rubbing her belly in jail? I forgot her name, but its the one that used a piano and got nuked by a pink beam of death.
Alert: Alert
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
alert
I'll do Hoyden a favour here and back him up. Keep it cool, peeps. There's no need to get heated.
- Location
- The end of all things
I am amused by people arguing over the naming of relics, when to Taylor they are perfectly contemporary. Indeed, they would be the height of modern engineering. Only primitive barbarians who do not understand them would call them silly things like "Lost Logia".
I have to wonder if Taylor will ever try building a Saint Crystal (assuming NachtWall isn't one, which is quite possible). She may have the needed theory. Now she just needs a billion dollars in raw materials and AI-assisted construction techniques. Sure, jewel seed equivalents are quite dangerous, but they would also be extremely useful on a hell world like Earth Bet.
I have to wonder if Taylor will ever try building a Saint Crystal (assuming NachtWall isn't one, which is quite possible). She may have the needed theory. Now she just needs a billion dollars in raw materials and AI-assisted construction techniques. Sure, jewel seed equivalents are quite dangerous, but they would also be extremely useful on a hell world like Earth Bet.
Hoyden
Hugbot v0.28
- Location
- UK
Thanks @Ford Prefect I'm on GMT/BST so I don't catch this stuff till the morning after.
*mutters something gender assumptions online*
@Anasurimbor pretty much spot on, Taylor is working from information that is about as removed from Al-Hazard as the AmericanrebeWar of indipendance.
It's not quite the same distance in years, but it's roughly the same amount of information avalible. Documents, weapons and technology are uncommon but exsistant. Some still fully functional.
I may not have put enough emphasis on how dangerous Al-Hazard tech is, imagine if you will, a people completely imune to the effects of radioactive materials, childrens toys are powered by unshielded plutonium and the like.
So she actually knows more about that era than Yunno Scrya ever did, it's right in her textbooks.
*mutters something gender assumptions online*
@Anasurimbor pretty much spot on, Taylor is working from information that is about as removed from Al-Hazard as the American
It's not quite the same distance in years, but it's roughly the same amount of information avalible. Documents, weapons and technology are uncommon but exsistant. Some still fully functional.
I may not have put enough emphasis on how dangerous Al-Hazard tech is, imagine if you will, a people completely imune to the effects of radioactive materials, childrens toys are powered by unshielded plutonium and the like.
So she actually knows more about that era than Yunno Scrya ever did, it's right in her textbooks.
A tourist forgetting their luggage would turn into a superfund site.
Chapter 5
Hoyden
Hugbot v0.28
- Location
- UK
AN; it's not been preread/beta'ed. I just wanted an actual chapter out today rather than just filler.
Hard. Even with Gesichtskreis helpfully feeding her step by step instructions she still nearly botched her first attempt at a buffer coil. Sweat had been running down her face by the time she was done. She glanced at her watch to discover half the night had gone already. She carefully set the tools to rights she'd need to find a better time to tinker, a few nights without sleep wouldn't be too bad, but she had other things she needed to do. Her supply of money was already running low, and she doubted she'd find such a rich target so easily a second time.
Strangely working on NachtWall gave her time to think, or little time to overreact whilst thinking. Her 'Date' with Amy hadn't been very date like, she remembered similar meals out with Emma before her betrayal. Vicky had probably just been poking fun at her and Amy's embarrassment over nearly running each other down. It had been fun too, almost like having friends, she'd just have to get used to the 'date' teasing. She'd have to talk to her dad and apologize properly. She felt a little stupid. She didn't even know if she liked girls or not and she'd 'come out' to her father. Should she tell him, but then what if she really did like girls she'd have to come out all over again.
Stop Taylor, bed now, worry later. Her suspension was coming to an end on monday and she'd need to be ready. She'd received an email informing her that she would need to do some makeup tests when she returned to school. Her grades had seen a sudden improvement with her suspension and the school wanted to make sure she hadn't been cheating. It'd be like the punchline to a bad joke if getting suspended ended the academic sabotage she'd been experiencing.
She slumped into bed, no more late nights. No, that wouldn't work, it'd make it obvious she was a student. One late night a week. Yeah, that could work. Her dreams were filled with a brown haired freckled face smiling at her.
She'd been following the dealer for most of the night. She could have stepped in at any point, but she wanted something a little higher up the supply chain. He must be running out by now, or at least had enough cash to make taking him down worthwhile. She was just contemplating the merits of taking the lone dealer when his watch beeped. With that he started walking down the street. Unaware of his rooftop shadow.
Finally, she knew she was pushing it for tomorrow. She'd managed to find a supplier for the Dysprosium and Samarium she needed for the self repair array. Annette had broken down microwaves, lasers, whole computers for the parts she needed. Smelting and refining using magical processes that still looked more like well, magic, than science. It still amused her that she could use magic as a scientific term, all those cape nerd online would wet themselves if they only knew.
The dealer entered a scruffy warehouse, would have looked just like it's neighbours had she not been on the rooftops. From above she could see through a grimy skylight into the middle of a hive of activity. Naked bodies measuring out quantities of various pills and powders into small baggies, roughly clothed gang members watched the packers carefully. She watched as one was dragged away from their working area and beaten in front of the rest, she couldn't tell what he'd done wrong, beyond scratching his nose.
Well she'd found a supply depot, though she couldn't see any money through the skylight there had to be a stash of it somewhere in there. The dealer she'd followed must have had hundreds of dollars on him alone. Unless the Merchants were selling a lot cheaper than she thought they were. A dark skinned man wearing a bandana over his upper face marched across the floor, the sorters flinched away from him, but everyone appeared to be paying attention to him. A cape. Skidmark probably.
She couldn't have asked for a better target for her first cape fight, rude, unskilled, and with a power that wasn't directly dangerous. She caught herself before she moved, directly dangerous, that was something to keep in mind. He could still use a field to enhance a pistol from merely dangerous to outright deadly. She hated that she had to do things this way, that she had to collect funds in such a risky way. Gesichtskreis wasn't designed for combat, and whilst the basic protection it provided had been upgraded, it still fell well short of real knight Armour.
Knight Armour could conceivably take a cannon round without harm to the wearer, but the Knight Clothing that Gesichtskreis could initially support would leak some of the damage through to the wearer. Annette's modifications of the basic defensive package had fell somewhere between the two, but it sacrificed much of standard mana shielding for enhanced physical protection. It wasn't like there were any real wizards here anyway. She'd finally got to her mother's notes on various 'magical' capes, and whilst the list didn't cover all of the current crop, it did show a trend. None of the so called wizards or witches had any magical potential at all, in fact every cape Annette had scanned had show almost zero linker core activity. Emma was more magical than Myrddin!
An ethnically mixed group had gathered around Skidmark, his inventive invective was audible even from her highly elevated perch. The Merchants were the only gang that wasn't racially based, they took everyone; rich, poor, black, white, asian, old, young, willing and unwilling. It was the last that made them a near perfect target, whilst the dogfighting ring had been very spur of the moment, and in hindsight poorly planned;- taking on one of the largest gangs in the city single handedly sounded utterly idiotic when said out loud. Hence her current position, and choice of target. No one could object to such filth being taken down, it wouldn't shift the balance of power in favour of either of the two bigger gangs, the ABB, Azn Bad Boys, or the E88, The Empire Eighty Eight.
It stung that taking down either of the racist gangs in the city would cause the other to expand rapidly, maybe even dig in so deep as to be nearly impossible to turf out. To deal with them effectively she'd need to work with the Protectorate, and then she'd have to deal with recruitment pitches. They might even try a hard sell given her apparent Tinker powers, would they list her as a Tinker? She shook her head, she needed to focus, Skidmark was just winding down his 'speech'.
"You shitstains got that?"
The group made various vaguely positive motions before starting to disperse, but she wasn't here for them, Skidmark was the one she wanted. Well, she wanted the money he'd lead her to. Turning the foul mouthed gang boss over to the PRT would just be icing on top. He disappeared into what might have once been an office, isolated from the rest of his gang, perfect.
It didn't take long to find the right window, the noxious smoke drifting up and out from it made the occupants activities clear. Even better, he'd probably be so out of it he'd be unable to fight back much at all. Swinging herself off the side of the building and into the open window Taylor rolled forward, straight into a repulsing field that threw her right back out again.
"Scheiße!"
She'd barely finished her curse before she landed on her back, old rotten pallets cracking her her reinforced body. It didn't hurt, which was both expected and surprising, it's one thing to know hypothetically that even a terminal velocity fall would be survivable, it was quite another to experience landing badly without any discomfort. She'd expect something more than more, more jarring than the feather soft bed she felt like she'd landed on.
A loud metallic sound rang out, like an explosion and something warm plinked softly against her forehead.
[Vorsicht! Massen Waffen erkannt]Caution! Mass Weapons Detected
Had they just? She opened her eyes, Skidmark was leaning out of the window, a shiney silver automatic in his hand, the barrel smoking slightly. I thought that only happened in movies. movement in her peripheral vision broke the trance, and she
[Blitzwirkung]Flash Action
Moved, the world slowed to a crawl for a handful of heartbeats, the colours fading into muted greys as she threw herself back into the warehouse. The Merchants were going down, and going down hard!
Hard. Even with Gesichtskreis helpfully feeding her step by step instructions she still nearly botched her first attempt at a buffer coil. Sweat had been running down her face by the time she was done. She glanced at her watch to discover half the night had gone already. She carefully set the tools to rights she'd need to find a better time to tinker, a few nights without sleep wouldn't be too bad, but she had other things she needed to do. Her supply of money was already running low, and she doubted she'd find such a rich target so easily a second time.
Strangely working on NachtWall gave her time to think, or little time to overreact whilst thinking. Her 'Date' with Amy hadn't been very date like, she remembered similar meals out with Emma before her betrayal. Vicky had probably just been poking fun at her and Amy's embarrassment over nearly running each other down. It had been fun too, almost like having friends, she'd just have to get used to the 'date' teasing. She'd have to talk to her dad and apologize properly. She felt a little stupid. She didn't even know if she liked girls or not and she'd 'come out' to her father. Should she tell him, but then what if she really did like girls she'd have to come out all over again.
Stop Taylor, bed now, worry later. Her suspension was coming to an end on monday and she'd need to be ready. She'd received an email informing her that she would need to do some makeup tests when she returned to school. Her grades had seen a sudden improvement with her suspension and the school wanted to make sure she hadn't been cheating. It'd be like the punchline to a bad joke if getting suspended ended the academic sabotage she'd been experiencing.
She slumped into bed, no more late nights. No, that wouldn't work, it'd make it obvious she was a student. One late night a week. Yeah, that could work. Her dreams were filled with a brown haired freckled face smiling at her.
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She'd been following the dealer for most of the night. She could have stepped in at any point, but she wanted something a little higher up the supply chain. He must be running out by now, or at least had enough cash to make taking him down worthwhile. She was just contemplating the merits of taking the lone dealer when his watch beeped. With that he started walking down the street. Unaware of his rooftop shadow.
Finally, she knew she was pushing it for tomorrow. She'd managed to find a supplier for the Dysprosium and Samarium she needed for the self repair array. Annette had broken down microwaves, lasers, whole computers for the parts she needed. Smelting and refining using magical processes that still looked more like well, magic, than science. It still amused her that she could use magic as a scientific term, all those cape nerd online would wet themselves if they only knew.
The dealer entered a scruffy warehouse, would have looked just like it's neighbours had she not been on the rooftops. From above she could see through a grimy skylight into the middle of a hive of activity. Naked bodies measuring out quantities of various pills and powders into small baggies, roughly clothed gang members watched the packers carefully. She watched as one was dragged away from their working area and beaten in front of the rest, she couldn't tell what he'd done wrong, beyond scratching his nose.
Well she'd found a supply depot, though she couldn't see any money through the skylight there had to be a stash of it somewhere in there. The dealer she'd followed must have had hundreds of dollars on him alone. Unless the Merchants were selling a lot cheaper than she thought they were. A dark skinned man wearing a bandana over his upper face marched across the floor, the sorters flinched away from him, but everyone appeared to be paying attention to him. A cape. Skidmark probably.
She couldn't have asked for a better target for her first cape fight, rude, unskilled, and with a power that wasn't directly dangerous. She caught herself before she moved, directly dangerous, that was something to keep in mind. He could still use a field to enhance a pistol from merely dangerous to outright deadly. She hated that she had to do things this way, that she had to collect funds in such a risky way. Gesichtskreis wasn't designed for combat, and whilst the basic protection it provided had been upgraded, it still fell well short of real knight Armour.
Knight Armour could conceivably take a cannon round without harm to the wearer, but the Knight Clothing that Gesichtskreis could initially support would leak some of the damage through to the wearer. Annette's modifications of the basic defensive package had fell somewhere between the two, but it sacrificed much of standard mana shielding for enhanced physical protection. It wasn't like there were any real wizards here anyway. She'd finally got to her mother's notes on various 'magical' capes, and whilst the list didn't cover all of the current crop, it did show a trend. None of the so called wizards or witches had any magical potential at all, in fact every cape Annette had scanned had show almost zero linker core activity. Emma was more magical than Myrddin!
An ethnically mixed group had gathered around Skidmark, his inventive invective was audible even from her highly elevated perch. The Merchants were the only gang that wasn't racially based, they took everyone; rich, poor, black, white, asian, old, young, willing and unwilling. It was the last that made them a near perfect target, whilst the dogfighting ring had been very spur of the moment, and in hindsight poorly planned;- taking on one of the largest gangs in the city single handedly sounded utterly idiotic when said out loud. Hence her current position, and choice of target. No one could object to such filth being taken down, it wouldn't shift the balance of power in favour of either of the two bigger gangs, the ABB, Azn Bad Boys, or the E88, The Empire Eighty Eight.
It stung that taking down either of the racist gangs in the city would cause the other to expand rapidly, maybe even dig in so deep as to be nearly impossible to turf out. To deal with them effectively she'd need to work with the Protectorate, and then she'd have to deal with recruitment pitches. They might even try a hard sell given her apparent Tinker powers, would they list her as a Tinker? She shook her head, she needed to focus, Skidmark was just winding down his 'speech'.
"You shitstains got that?"
The group made various vaguely positive motions before starting to disperse, but she wasn't here for them, Skidmark was the one she wanted. Well, she wanted the money he'd lead her to. Turning the foul mouthed gang boss over to the PRT would just be icing on top. He disappeared into what might have once been an office, isolated from the rest of his gang, perfect.
It didn't take long to find the right window, the noxious smoke drifting up and out from it made the occupants activities clear. Even better, he'd probably be so out of it he'd be unable to fight back much at all. Swinging herself off the side of the building and into the open window Taylor rolled forward, straight into a repulsing field that threw her right back out again.
"Scheiße!"
She'd barely finished her curse before she landed on her back, old rotten pallets cracking her her reinforced body. It didn't hurt, which was both expected and surprising, it's one thing to know hypothetically that even a terminal velocity fall would be survivable, it was quite another to experience landing badly without any discomfort. She'd expect something more than more, more jarring than the feather soft bed she felt like she'd landed on.
A loud metallic sound rang out, like an explosion and something warm plinked softly against her forehead.
[Vorsicht! Massen Waffen erkannt]Caution! Mass Weapons Detected
Had they just? She opened her eyes, Skidmark was leaning out of the window, a shiney silver automatic in his hand, the barrel smoking slightly. I thought that only happened in movies. movement in her peripheral vision broke the trance, and she
[Blitzwirkung]Flash Action
Moved, the world slowed to a crawl for a handful of heartbeats, the colours fading into muted greys as she threw herself back into the warehouse. The Merchants were going down, and going down hard!
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Taylor's actions, repeated thoughts to the contrary and my own natural shipping inclinations lead me to believe that she has gone beyond Egypt and is now trekking through Sudan.
Damn she is gonna be powerful against mooks. I mean the most they can do is give her a relaxing lead massage. It also appears they have engaged Hulk!Taylor mode although i have yet to determine whether she is a hot or cold rage person.
Skidmark
- Location
- America
and I am now going to have nightmares. Thank you very much.
Skidmark
SETIFAN
Burning the midnight oil
- Location
- Germany
This is somewhat clumsy. A better translation would be [Blitzhandlung]. "Wirkung" can be translated as "action", but "effect" would better reflect its normal use.
If that is a Bullet Time-spell, like I suspect though, I would suggest something like [Zeit Gewinnen] which would mean "to gain time".
Standard instant movement spell I believe, like Flash Move.
Nothing fancy just a short burst of very rapid motion used traditionally to appear behind your enemy suddenly and strike(except for Nanoha who thinks using it to hit people very very hard with her staff on the head is a good use for it)