Kurotsune

"Doctor, I can't guarantee our agreement if you continue digging your own grave. I also can't guarantee my desire to maintain it should you continue." Blackseed quipped matter-of-factly, tapping the man on the shoulder as she walked past him and towards the others. "Miles. I need you to map the electrical signals and pulses from the man's brain so we can have a reliable backup in the scenario where he either dies or is deemed too much a liability to stay alive. As for the other two..." Blackseed turns to the terran simblings and gestures around. "This is a hangar; There must be information o

Wouldn't the most logical place for radio equipment to be be the command center/bridge/whatever instead of the living quarters? Who'd put broadcasting gear in your bedroom?

"I see. Well, you'll be coming with me, then." The woman unpockets a pair of silvery bracelets, twisting them open then, if allowed, placing one on each of the man's hands. After twisting a knob atop one of them, the bracelets would become highly magnetic, attracting each other and slamming together. Blackseed touches her communicator. "Are you functional? We're changing our mission to capture instead of elimination. We have the target and are ready to rendezvous and extract. Where can we meet you?" Afterwards, she turns to Kyle. "Commander, I assume the woman is dead?"

Blackseed stared at the man with hard eyes. "I killed him. Although I believe he was dead when I got here; He was bleeding and when I touched him, his body just slouched over. No resistance, which I'd expect from a man his size." She raises her hands in a peaceful gesture "Self-defense, you see. The man was clearly crazed and there was a corpse nearby. I wasn't taking any chances." She looks around the room, before locking her eyes to the cadaver in front of the man. "And they're not the only ones. The place is filled with corpses. There's still a woman alive, though she won't be for long. I

"There's a contact." Blackseed calls out, loud enough for Kyle to hear but soft enough for the man not to notice. Afterwards, however, she steps calmly towards him, holding the weapon in one hand and waving with the other. "Hey! You! What happened here?" She peers around, glancing at the body warily, then signaling for Kyle to stay put. "I just want to talk!" She says, placing the weapon-thing at her feet as a sign of good faith.

I'd suggest using possibilites and providing alternatives, which I usually try to do, IE: "(...) Blackseed attempts to lunge at her opponent, delivering a punch to their face. Should she miss or they dodge, she'll attempt to follow up with a low sweep. Should she be blocked, she'll struggle and try to break free from her opponent's grip by kicking them in the shin (...)" Not only this helps the flow (so you don't have to do "ACTION!" "RESPONSE!" "ACTION!" "RESPONSE!" "ACTION!" "RESPONSE!" and you instead have a string of several actions and one response for whicever happened) it also gives t

You'll forgive me if I seem crass by just posting without doing an OOC. I feel like at this point in time the story would benefit more from being revitalized in a new thread following the current forum format, rather than simply picking it up where it left off. It has been three years after all.

Blackseed immediately moves onto the keypad. Eyes tracing the places where the blood dripped, she clicks the communicator on her ear and a HUD pops up. "Miles, I'm sending you an image. Try to trace me a pattern in the blood smears to calculate the keypad combination code." Afterwards, she turns to Kyle. "Commander, we'll have this open soon. Should I go ahead, or would you rather? Someone should stay behind and make sure she's stable enough to talk." She nods towards the wounded pirate.

Story: http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=19931 Literally just started writing whatever came to mind and this happened. Criticize away!

Feedback: http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=19932 She stared deep into the burning embers flickering brightly, creating a stark contrast with the starless night sky they shone against. She didn’t notice the heavy sigh that escaped her lips when she heaved herself upwards, hand instinctively grabbing onto the rusted iron rod that rested on the ruined wall she sat against not seconds ago. It was almost time… Her verdant green eyes focused on the embers a last time, shining almost as bright as the coals themselves. She pulled the hood off of her head, revealing the long d

"This base is either already under attack, or it has been recently. Millenium also communicated to me two casualties that were not of our doing in the other side. I suggest we change our approach to locate and debrief survivors so we can understand what's going on." She speaks matter-of-fact to Kyle, but there is still a tone of subordination to her voice; She isn't about to talk down her field commander. Pressing into her comlink, she relays the information to Millenium: "Miles, we're changing our objectives. Something is going on here. Try to find a survivor, and question them to figure ou

You might've thought I forgot about this but I didn't goddamn it! I'll be hosting a games tomorrow whenever there's a willing number of at least 5 participants. Anyone who wants to participate, simply seek me out and you'll be informed whenever the next session will start. Our first theme is: Murder mystery!

Blackseed's muscles immediately tensed, sweat making them glisten in the dim light, and she lunged herself upwards. Grabbing onto the box she'd been using for cover, the woman silently climbed atop it, and immediately jumped towards another, closer to her target, in a second quiet motion. Before the Yousei would have the chance to notice her or react, Blackseed would pounce, claws pointed forward, and tackle him to the ground. Should she be able to do it, all ten of her claws would attempt to dig into the creature's head, to destroy the brain as soon as possible and render him, at least, inc

"Flame yousei. They're arrogant and honorbound enough that even if startled, 'tis unlikely he'd give up a fight." Blackseed speaks matter-of-factly, analyzing the pirate's features coldly. "That said, ideally we'd not have any unwanted noise this side of the cave. I'm counting the others will make enough. Is your weapon silenced? Can you take him from afar? If not, then let me do it; I can take him down without giving him the chance to call for backup."

Blackseed simply shook her head as the others left. "I've no interest in risking my life or my mission on a fool's notion. Miles, go with the others on the right path. I'll take the left one. Worst case scenario, we only suffer one casualty." With that said, the former PANTHER starts to pace calmly through the left path, her feline eyes peering through the darkness of the cave with ease .She was confident, at least, that if something springed up on her, she'd see it coming. If she did meet the pirates, that was better for her. The others were noisy, clunky, loud. She'd do much better on her

"Easily angered, aren'tcha?" Blackseed coos. "What a cute little kitten." The woman continues examining Heavensea with a calculated smile, peering into the woman's eyes - Her tone is like that of someone trying to conceal a smile. When the androids enter, Blackseed returns to being silent, not responding to whatever it was Heavensea would do in reaction to her. Instead, she glances to Millenium, inquisitively. Blackseed touches the earring attached to her left earlobe and starts speaking normally - The others would realize that no sound would come out of her mouth, however. Millenium would

Blackseed nonchalantly moves inside the dropship, carrying nothing within her person along. "Miles, I assume you're also good to go?" she mentions to the bot, tapping him in the shoulder as she walks past. "Do we get to choose different landing spots?" she quips at the Commander, peering straight into his eyes as she asks. Her voice is monotone, almost bored. After his answer - whatever it was - she walks inside the ship and sits directly opposite of the other Michi, crossing her legs and her arms as she does so. She appraises the wannabe princess with a quiet gaze, her eyes resting at her

Given that they're highly customizable, clearly, I doubt it's the only one of it's kind. Also, if anyone is curious that is basically Blackseed saying "Hi, I'm better than you."

"Roger that, Miles." the woman's hand releases the grip on the singular earring nestling in her left earlobe, letting her hand slack to her side. All systems nominal, it seems. BLACK FOX was ready for combat. She also took the liberty of snooping around and quickly checking out the other mechs; She didn't fiddle with any of them, instead just peering about spotting what weaponry they had, taking wild guesses at their specializations, and most importantly, looking for particularly obvious weakspots. After taking her set of mental notes, she returned to her mech until Millenium's message arriv

And I thusly win at life. Also, Mael.

No one expects the Kurotsune. I also predict that I am going to post next.

Because I always listen to whatever reflects my emotional state at the time

"Sound strategy, but aren' we missin' on some info? Like... How weaponized them bandits are? ...Ah, whatever. 'S 'nough for me. Miles, ah'll be at the fox." With a nod to the others around her and a slight tap on her companions' shoulder, Blackseed stands and moves outside the cafeteria. Should she be allowed to do so without interruptions, the Michi would only be found should anyone descend to the hangar, and which point she'd be seen, tools in hand, fiddling about the machinery of her mech.

"Jus' a few, if y'all won' be mindin' answerin' me." Blackseed taps her glass absent-mindedly, glancing from Freya to Piper. "Should ah be assumin' the lack o' information is done on purpose as a part o' you testin' us?" she smiles somewhat the yousei. "An' if y'aren't, den how 'bout lettin' us know who we're huntin'? Them pirates have a leader? A name?" As she waits for the answer she readily grabs a second glass of brew, drinking it this time at a more relaxed pace. "Miles," she quips, looking to Millenium "maybe ye've some info on an' planets on A-42 with presumed pirate bases 'n-slash-