Bfroger6

Do ya still need a Master? Cuz if you really don't wanna have to play that many chars, I could step out of my way with a Master. And if so, would you prefer a silent inuit shaman or an over-the-top-knight-in-shining-armor kind of lass running around with a rapier in her hand and way too much enthusiasm for her own good? Cuz I can't seem to decide. I mean, we do lack some competing girls. I don't wanna stick another male in the play.

Mommo vs. LOLI_HUNTER So that's what they did... That was... unfortunate, to say the least. It meant all her missiles were going to get intercepted by these things... And they moved at unique trajectories and speeds, she couldn't target them easily with her energy cannons, and even if she tried, it'd take way too much time. These things intercepted all of her 12 rockets and the grenade... What was going to happen no- She really had no time to react. Both thanks to the dust and the speed it played out in... and 'cause of the fact she wasn't very good with reflexes either. AThe javelin hit straight on and hard, hard enough to stick itself into the area below the mech's left shoulder, thankfully, missing any major systems. She could still move it. And, though it stroke hard, it barely made Mommo's mech move. It was almost as if the HUNTER had thrown her spear into an unmoving wall of sorts, and it just stuck there. The rockets reloaded immediately, but she didn't fire them yet. Instead, he opted to direct her mech towards the point where the spear came from and shoot there, following the trajectory of her opponent, as the dust already began to clear in the barren arena. Both hands straight and palms opened, Mommo began firing blast after blast of energy impulses at the HUNTER, following her with her aim if she decided to run around. Mommo's mech would rotate on its torso to do so, its feet firmly planted into the ground. The lasers also locked on the HUNTER and a new grenade was loading. At least 20 new compartment opened up to reveal machine guns sticking out of them as Mommo masterfully inserted the commands with her feet. They began firing at the HUNTER as well, though they were more cover fire to lower the range of her dexterous, fine movements as she shot at the general area around her head and shoulders. The flying things didn't concern her for now. Even if they fired at her, they wouldn't do much damage, if any. She couldn't let the HUNTER too close. She was melee, and she was way below her on the list they got... But she was dangerous... What was the source of her power? Was it really only because she wanted to tear apart her armor and reveal her tender, loli body? She didn't have time to think, though, there was a fight happening, and strangely, she found herself more and more awake with every passing moment. CLUSTER EVADE COUNT: 1 times

Mommo Vs. LOLI_HUNTER She was going to go straight at her? Now that was somewhat of a surprise, but it made things easier. Still, Mommo wasn't stupid, she knew that this crazy woman had to have had something that would let her survive or evade her assault if she was ready for such a move against a FAO mech like hers. What were those flying things for? "I won't allow it..." Mommo answered, disinterest apparent in her voice, and pressed the 'fire' button. Immediately, the rocket launchers moved up and above her, taking aim at the bits. Each launcher had 6 small rockets installed, with 3 more reloads for both. The rockets fired, their tracking system AIs controlling their flight in the direction of their locked-on targets and, hopefully, intercepting them in their advance on doing whatever they were going to do from up there. Meanwhile, Mommo took upon the heavy artillery and released a cluster grenade in LOLI_HUNTER's direction, which would explode mid-flight and rain fiery terror upon the ground below where Mommo calculated she would be near in miliseconds. She wasn't aiming directly at her, she was more aiming to divert her course. Of course, such a move raised a smokescreen of dust in the area, but it wasn't an issue, as LOLI_HUNTER seemed to be wielding a hammer and, last she checked, a hammer wasn't a ranger weapon. Sure, she could throw it, but that would be dumb. The caps on the mech's knees opened as well and revealed two lasers, ready to fire at moment's notice.

Mommo - Arena, vs. LOLI_HUNTER Mommo wasn't late, as her belated entrance might suggest. Infact, she was at the arena ready to go early enough before the match. However... It took her ages to get her mech to the gate, then through the gate, and then into the arena. She should've started moving it earlier, honestly, but her thoughts trailed off into the plains of nothingness as she relaxed in her tight, but comfy seat, 2 barely breakable, physical layers of armor away from any contact with the world... It was truly what she lived for!!! Either way, now she was awake and completely concious...well, as much as her brain'd agree to be. She was concious enough to recall that her opponent was the fabled LOLI_HUNTER, and she knew, since the audience, that she was one of her top games this season. Was she really a loli? She wasn't sure what the official definition of a loli even was... It didn't really quite matter though. This was her fight for her own bright future of lazing forever, happily ever after!!! If this HUNTER wanted to have her... body? Did she wanna have her body? Mommo yawned loudly inside her metal crib. Well, whatever she wanted from her, Mommo wasn't going to lower her guard. ...even if the enemy's weapon was a hammer... Well, thankfully, she wouldn't let the loli maniac anywhere near her anyways, so the hammer won't be a problem. Her armor was thick enough to endure it anyways. Thankfully, it didn't seem to have spikes on it... That was a plus... Another yawn... She needed to concentrate. She could basically swoop through most of her opponents, but this was the top... Her uninterested personality wasn't really helping her in this scenario... So she'd need to start hard. Grabbing tightly the two levers to raise the mech's arms, she inserted a set of commands at light-speed with her fingertips barely touching any of the buttons. The mech's hands, previously curled up into metal, square fists, opened up to reveal two energy cannons which immediately began charging power. At the same time, several compartments on her armor spun out, revealing an entire volley of her missiles, rockets, grenade launchers... And, of course, the huge, detachable cannons, stuck on her back for now until she explicitly needed it. All weapons locking on her opponent, she held her finger on the 'fire' button, and held her breath, barely containing the fuzzyness in her eyes as she sat with her head in her pillow... No-no-no, awaken! This was interesting! "No it isn't..." She muttered to herself, finally letting go and yawning. "Now then... Let's begin, LOLI_HUNTER..."

MOMMO - SAY NOTHING/ DO NOTHING 'My legs hurt...' Mommo's thoughts resonated in her head as she swayed on her feet, face blank but slowly taking up a reddish hue as she tried her best not to slump down. It was quite a challenge for the young girl to keep herself on her feet like this. She couldn't remember when was the last time when she'd had to stay up for so long... Must've been ages, judging from the way her legs felt so heavy... She never really had to keep standing, nor move, not even in her mech... It sure would be nice being like Master Sloth... He could just sleep all day if he wanted to... But that's what she was working hard towards attaining anyways... When her turn came, she sighed and stepped forward, barely, her pillow dragging itself behind her socks, just waiting for her to drop onto it, and bowed as much as she could. She couldn't look at the Bear, he embodied what she wanted and she didn't want to appear envious or anything. "I am the Slumbering Giant." The short girl said and stepped back. She wanted to lie down...

I-is Yamiju even a thing anymore? The site says last time he was online was March 7th...

Imma give Yamiju a chance to reply before I make my post (cuz I'm ready and steady to write at all times) ~ You know, just to see what Jin intends to do 'bout that beam comin' at him from my favouritest team-bud, Jerkface ~

Ooooooh, so much cake!!! Really, this place had such a wide variety of sweets all neatly presented, vulnerable in front of his hungry stare the thin glass that separated them could just not protect them from......ahhh, so beautiful!!! This was like... mmmmm, he could just choose and choose and choose... But what to do in front of so man options? How to pick just one??? Should he go for some savory chocolate? Or maybe opt and pick some gentle strawberry-flavoured cake? The latter was so pink... sensual almost. The very thought of digging into a cake like that sent chills down his spine! But he couldn't, naw... He wouldn't dare! There were regulations, taboos in place which prevented him from enjoying such a cake so much! He should go for chocolate, then. Yes, that was a good idea. Chocolate was a sure shot, there was no miss with it. Now then- He rapidly tucked away his decadent thoughts about cakes and sucked up al the drool that had escaped his lips as he was absent-mindendly staring at the displays when he heard Sylva's voice. "Hmmm?" Frog raised an eyebrow at Sylva, slightly annoyedly as he pouted his lower lip. Seventeen-twenty... Oh, did she mean money? She already picked out a cake!? "Oh, right!" He closed his eyes and fickled through his pocket until he pulled out a wallet. He pulled a credit card out of it and gave it to the cashier, before looking down at Sylva with an uninterested gaze. "Anyways... Wow, you were quick. I was really expecting you to be way more indecisive about what cake you'd pick ~ I mean, this is your first time, isn't it?" He said as he leaned and grinned at her, patting her head gently, almost brotherly. He then raised himself up to look at the cashier again, opening his palm in expectance of his card back, and a cake, while he was at it. "...any problems?"

I'm buying cake. Or i would be, but I'm waiting for my Servant's response...

Lexi, I'm done, if something's iffy 'bout my mech, just say the word..!

Yeah, that's why I've already started working on my sheet. Otherwise it'd be bullcrap if people could just grab slots like they're freebies on a yard sale

T-that's really similiar to what I was gonna do! Alas, first come, first serve, it is my fault alone! *scrapes his mental blackboard clean and grabs the chalk again* Oh well, gonna have to go with sloth then, or greed? I suppose ~ Thanks for helping me choose

I'll reserve a spot, I suppose. Better to waste time on something than nothing, and it's about time I got to join an original story, and not one that's based off of some franchise ~ W.I.P.

Y'know, I didn't really want you to attack me!!! Now Lexi, I handled him, hurry up and assist, pls!

"Hmm? What the..!?" Dave hadn't even noticed the new guy starting to run towards him at first, he was too preoccupied staring up at Shou, imagining himself eating a chicken for lunch later that day, since the kid had wings which, of course, were bound to invoke some birdiful associations, right? Oh, maybe he could have chicken for breakfast! He was starving anyways. In any case, he only really noticed Jin when he jumped up at him with his sword in hand, which brings us to the "What the..!?" moment. Dave, being somewhat- okay, a lot of a slowpoke, barely managed to think of a spell to cast and barely even begun raising his hand to defend himself when his device blinged again and a orange belkan magic circle conjured itself up around his feet. From the tip of the armored fingers of his right hand, a barrier came into being and dispersed almost immediately upon contact with the sword, releasing all of the precious mana Dave had fed it with, pushing both Dave and Jin into opposite sides, boosted by the cartridge he had just friggin' wasted on nothing, apparently! Stupid red-black dressed whoever this kid was! Now Shou was free! Dave's thoughts overbrimmed with a sudden outburst of anger as he lost his balance after having successfully managed to deflect Jin's attack (like a pro) and he plumped backwards, softly upon his butt. T'was one of the upsides of being round. Looking up, ready to block this guy again if need be, but trying to pay at least a little attention to Shou at the same time, teeth clenched, he pushed himself back up as quickly as he could, as Beysridd's cogs began turning again and it flosked the empty cartridge out of its system and onto the street-er, floor-hexagonal floaty thingies (???) whatever this was, along with quickly cooling itself up. Damn, how many cartridges did he have stored inside anyways? Felt like he hadn't checked on his device in a goddamn while.

Fight me, I'm the most dangerous, ekekeke ~

Dave streched as he watched the battle begin. Geee, he would never be able to keep up with them! Good thing he was a defense support knight. In any case, his job was making sure the kid with wings wouldn't hit any of his teammates. He just had to place shields and barriers around them when the time came, easy. And not only that, but the kid would never try shooting a bombardment at anyone as long as they kept the distance between themselves and their foes reasonable, as he wouldn't risk hitting his own teammates. So long as those conditions were met, he'd stay the main target of the kid's bombardments, and anything less than a big goddamn laser of energy he was confident he could stop. For now, charging one cartridge would be enough just to put some balance to his spells. Beysridd dinged like some old arcade game as its inner mechanics started moving and the outer armor layer shot back and forth, launching the pin into the cartridge as it exploded and activated. The device brimmed with energy, safely contained, as it awaited Dave to command it. In the meantime, Dave kept his eyes on Shou, and taking note that he was suspiciously tilting his rifle towards Levinia, as he leaned his head back against his hands and began to whistle a random happy tune that would help take his mind off his crumbling stomach. His device was ready and so was he, as much as he could be so early in the morning.

Siiiiince... I've got an rp slot open as of right now, I think I could maybe join this ~

Name: Billie Gavin-Modesty Age: 12.5 Gender: Female Generation: Gen 3 Power: Jellyware; ability to compose free energy into a form of green gellatinous substance, then give it a task and a purpose, before leaving it to do its thing, like a golem. The one with this power is capable of forming this jelly apparently out of thin air. It can take various forms, whichever one desires, and can be used to perform many-a-tasks, ranging from those menial to some more impactful, like forming into a serpentinous dragon to let you ride it on its back. However, the larger the construct, the more energy the user needs to invest to actually form the free energy into the desired form, but once it's held in place, the construct is completely self-sustainable, and will last until its energy reserves are depleted. More complicated tasks, naturally waste larger amounts of energy. Generally, it's easier to create constructs you've already created before. Also, more than one construct can be created at once. Sub-powers: None, she's normal. Character summary: Billie is and had always been poor. As a child, her parents died under mysterious circumstances and she was taken in by her aunt. However, she had also passed away only a year earlier, from some disease and Billie was left alone at the expense of the city, which they gladly declined providing her, as she was nobody important, and she was sent to an equally poor orphanage in the outskirts, where nobody really came to adopt children, as who would want to go do that in the slums when they could do it in a more well-off part of the city. Those rare times that people actually came for some children, it was mostly those weirdoes who delude themselves by thinking they can make a difference and then go and adopt a poor child just to make themselves feel better. Ever since her aunt fell sick, Billie has had to provide for herself, as well as her. Naturally, she was too young to have a serious job, so she had to resort to pickpocketing. The mild, meek, and also kind Billie now found herself pickpocketing for a living and, worst of all, she became good at it and even started to enjoy it a little, making pranks with her victims using her developing powers to grab their wallets or rummage through their pockets. So, yes, she was perfectly capable of surviving in that particular orphanage. However, a surprise came around when, one morning, she found herself getting woken up and told that someone was there to pick her up. Already fully integrated into the life over there, she felt more surprised than overjoyed, and even worried, as who knew who'd have come to adopt her. What if they were also poor, or were weird? Her doubts would soon be dispersed, though, as, when she walked out the door, she found herself facing a female dressed nice enough that she was immediately certain she wasn't from the slums. And she was correct, as the woman who had adopted her introduced herself as Blaise Garvin, a young reporter who was looking into the evergrowingly concrning incidents involving the mutations. She had apparently heard about Billie, whose parents' deaths were mysterious and probably intertwined with the matter, so she came to adopt her. Billie immediately thought to herself that this lady was just gonna take advantage of her by questioning her or something, even more so when she saw the way the lady nonschalantly mentioned this truth, like some sort of conversation starter. However, that proved not to be true, as Billie's next few months turned out to be the best months in her entire life. This lady really liked her, even if her intial motives seemed suspicious. Sure, there were a couple of questions she asked her here and there, like if she knew what her parents did or to confirm their personalities (neither which she knew, as she was only 3 when they were found dead) but nothing much, and she got to live in her nice apartment in the entertainment district. Apparently, miss Gavin made a nice sum of money out of her report work. The young Billie came to adore her for her ability and drive. Months passed, and Billie turned 12 and a half, on that cruel night that Gavin was late from work. She never came home, and Billie later found out that Gavin was murdered while investigating. Another mysterious, unsolvable death... It crushed Billie, but it also gave her a new purpose. She escaped before they could put her in an orphanage again, her dress drenched in tears as her green blobs hovered around her in the sun, just waiting to protect her if someone were to try and grab her. She was sure it wasn't the mutated Alts which had killed her foster mother... It wasn't... She just knew it! And she was gonna find out who it was. Broken and left alone for the third time, Billie decided to cling onto the only thing that still mattered in her life, the one thing that had caused all of this... A desperate search, and a maniacal one as well, but that was beyond her comprehension at the time... and still remains so. Appearance: 1.21 m, 30 kg, a skinny little girl with messy, dark brown bob-cut hair cutely curling itself up around the edges of her face, which would surely look even more cute than it already does if she were well-fed. An upturned little nose stands above her slightly agape, constantly awing mouth and atop of her rosy cheeks, riddled with freckles which counter the surface of her pale skin, almost looking detached from it. Her eyes are a crystal aquamarine, blinking away as all light seems to reflect with equal grace and beauty against their inner workings. She's generally dressed in rags over a simple, white dress, adorned with old-fashioned designs you'd picture on laces trimming your grandma's wooden table. Extra: There are several forms she usually molds her goo into, most of which are elongated and serpentine. She always keeps one in her bag, just in case, but also as a trusty companion. EDITED

Hmm, not sure if I should make a Master, and even if I do, what kind of a Master to make? Oh, and Orphy's title is "the Father? of Songs"

So that is why we need essays ~ *nods* Alright. Didn't choose the "Will join, do like" option for nothing.

I will join too, most likely ~