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circumspector) wrote in station722016-10-21 03:23 am
[week of the 46th]
CHARACTERS: Angel & You!
WHERE: Bearings, Around Concordia
WHEN: From 45 until whenever really.
SUMMARY: Just doing things around the Bearings, tech stuff, lion stuff, angry video gaming. If you want to do something different, just drop me a message, or just go ahead with whatever takes your fancy.
WARNINGS: None to be thought of yet, apart from Borderlands as normal, copious attempts at swearing but failing miserably at them.
360 no scope heatshot
how to train your lion
smol tries to be somewhat less smol
WHERE: Bearings, Around Concordia
WHEN: From 45 until whenever really.
SUMMARY: Just doing things around the Bearings, tech stuff, lion stuff, angry video gaming. If you want to do something different, just drop me a message, or just go ahead with whatever takes your fancy.
WARNINGS: None to be thought of yet, apart from Borderlands as normal, copious attempts at swearing but failing miserably at them.
360 no scope heatshot
[ She's plugged in yet again. Which is probably done better sitting up? But she doesn't exactly have to use her hands, and nor is she. There's two sets of cords that are snaking around the common room floor, looping discreetly to dodge the coffee table, and follow them from the screen long enough and they reach her head. Plugged in directly to her skull where the metal grates are flipped open to expose the internal ports. The black wire settled that little bit into it seems, her skull. Sure, she's got one hell of a wifi signal, but why bother when she can just plug it straight? Better response time between her brain and her very serious work she is totally doing - ]
Come on, come on, there's like five minutes left in the level.
[ - or not. Where her legs are hooked over the back of the couch and her heads tilted up and backwards to look at the screen. She's playing video games, something with lots of running and shooting and heavy amounts of simulated violence. With her brain, because why the hell not? That's totally a legitimate use of her brain powers, clearly. Well, she seems to be enthralled in it, anyway. Short and shirts and bare feet fiddling over the back of the couch where she's hooked in, she's definitely comfortable right now. Aw how sweet, she's playing with other people too, isn't that nice - ]6U4RD14N4N631 LOSES.
VICTORY TO YOURMAMA11115.
[ Yeah, never mind. ]
That's bullsh- bull - something!
[ Her upside down face scrunches up in concentration, she doesn't like losing, well, she can handle it, but not at the one thing she's supposed to be the best at, at least. ]
YOURMAMA11115> @6U4RD14N4N631 srry u sukk
YOURMAMA11115> Guess I am just beetar
YOURMAMA11115> come bak wwhen ur up 2 my lvl
[ The words flash up brightly on the screen, flashing big and bold and her face scrunches up, head turning back to the screen to face it properly like she can't quite believe it. Frowning still, letters start typing back in reply without her even moving off the couch. Well maybe that's over with. ]
6U4RD14N4N631> @YOURMAMA11115 rematch or stfu
[ Or not. ]
how to train your lion
[ Up on the roof, Angel takes her lion out to really move around for the first time. After spend whenever she could first - learning how to pull it apart and then put it together just to make sure she knew how it worked, then changing the original wiring to something she preferred, then again to remove oh - certain things, like kill switches, uses of force, and then making sure that absolutely no one could activate it but herself. Then there'd been the pointless customising if only to do nothing but making it look pretty where her fiddling had ruined its paint job.
But it does have a name, now, written in black block printed letters on its side: ᴀɴᴅʀᴏᴄʟᴇs.
But it's done for now. Making sure the lion answers to her, and wordlessly. It's AI as is perfectly serviceable, adjusted bit by bit so her mind didn't destroy it just from a brush, rather, it's weaved with her own. The same bright glow in its eyes as in hers when she's up on the roof. Bright blue and white, shining brightly. Her markings as ever, glowing down her exposed arm. ]
Well, you did alright walking up here with me. [ Good start? Good start. ] Okay, let's see how you go with the basics first...
[ It's big enough beside her, easily come up to her chest height. Her fingers wave, calculated expression as she watches it move. Knitted together brows as it walks where she bids it. There's a strength to its movements. Timed right. Good, she hadn't messed up those calibrations either, the next breath comes easier.
Soundless, just a thought and intention, her fingers curl to gesture it forward as she steps back. Letting it walk one step, then another. It's metallic tail flicking back and forth around its legs. Not quite as smooth as a real one, the little metal plates sliding perfectly as they were designed to. She keeps walking back. Fingers still held up, but she keeps her normal sphere of white light out of it - didn't know who was watching, didn't want to risk anything.
It gets faster until she's moving in a long stride, backwards jog and Androcles is keeping up with her easily at a steady trot. It's long steps are easily keeping up with her shorter ones.
Riiiight up until she forgets that running backwards is a stupid idea, and she drips over an uneven crack in the floor and falls flat on her butt. The lion stops, and nervously, it begins to press in close with its nose into her hair, checking if she's alright. ]
smol tries to be somewhat less smol
[ After that, however, and at any point, she is attempting her best with her training outside of just Lexa and Ren's encouragement. Because if Parker's hitting had taught her anything, it was that she didn't like being caught off guard like that. She refused to just sulk over it, either.
Instead, she forced herself through the motions. The same repetitions: strikes, blocks, staff in hand and her lion sitting nearby, - she's growing attached to it - but just with its head in its pause in an idle pose for now. She just keeps pushing herself - clumsily, but still, consistently, through it. Inevitable that she messes up, of course, cursing to herself in a cut off kind of way. Motherducking skag sucking son of a - witch.
If she finds company however, she'd rather it be participating than just being watched be - not very good at it. So she smiles, waving hello: ] Hey, did you want to join? Promise it's impossible for me to hit you, trust me.
smols
[ signore giovanna is present and ready. today he is wearing white and lavender, and the idea that his suit might get dirty doesn't even seem to faze him as he steps up to angel after quietly observing her train.
giorno, for the life of him, has never needed training. there is a certain convenience in having something - or someone, or a couple of people - fight for you. in battle he was rather spoiled. as his position in passione was the newbie, he was forbidden from participating in most missions, unless bruno had his say. that's not to say he was always safe - if anything the fights he participates in were brutal enough - but not having any experience with regards to a lot of things puts him in a slight disadvantage compared to the rest of them.
no matter, it's not like it's difficult to keep up.
he has his arms folded over his chest, eyeing the lion behind her. ]
Will your pet be joining us as well? [ does it have a name. ]
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Why it makes it feel right when Ren beats her down till where breathing is painful. That's how it works, isn't it? When he strikes her with barest consideration to her ability and she feels her ribs ache and her skin bruise and burst in blossoms of red and blue, she thinks that's how it should be. What good was a more anaemic version of it?
It's this, she craves, what she knows as strength, and if Parker hitting her meant anything, it was that she still had far enough to go that it shocked her like it did. So when Gio asks, there's a little grin, all sharp and pointed, closer to her lion to how - oh, how she'd been with him before. Sweet and pleasant. Well, still pleasant, but humming, happily under her skin. ]
No, he's not, he's not quite ready for that I think. [ He'll kill and he'll kill without question, no middle ground, when she asks him too. ] So it'll just be us, for now, if you like?
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[ it's been a long time since he's had to use gold experience to fight. he never needed to, not when he's kept a low profile in his time in concordia. even with the missions, giorno had not attracted any attention to himself, despite his flashy outfits and dazzling smile. he was there in the background and disappeared whenever it's convenient. he was mostly polite and charming and occasionally said odd things, but that was the extent of his contribution to the state of things. he has his own opinions about the mission in general, but giorno's current philosophy has been that he will only move when things require him to move.
it's been boring, needless to say. giorno stretches himself, loosens his limbs as he approaches her. ]
Loser has to buy the other one dessert. My favourite is chocolate pudding!
[ and instead of doing a stance, giorno .... stands there and poses. gold comes out of him, washes him in a warm, pulsating light. ]
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But even as her smile catches she shifts to respond. She's enthusiastic, and she rolls herself, her markings lighting up brightly, from dim to bright in a building pulse - not the way that Maya flickered or Lilith flared, but she comes brightly to existence like she was just hiding away. Her arms snap beside her, her fingers curling and the light forms bright in her hand left hand like all the power flowed down into it. Sliding her weight in the way she's practised - the way she should have been, of Lilith, Maya, their biting cruel words. Ever fought a siren before? It's a lift of her chin, a sharpness she tries not to let show because it's ingrained otherwise. ]
I like ice cream.
[ Chides back, shifting her weight, letting the air around her shimmer, like looking through heat. ]
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in his mind: a burning warmth not unlike being close to the sun, a sense of enjoyment and a certain viciousness and need to sink the teeth in something alive.
giorno moves towards angel, his steps deliberate and measured as he walks towards her. out of his body comes another form in gold.
the figure cuts across the space between them with a screech. it is fast and will hit hard. giorno, on the other hand, merely stays before her as his stand does the talking with its fists. on the other hand, he takes one of the ladybug pins from his chest and keeps it in his fist. ]
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Yet, yet.
But then it comes in swinging and her eyes go wide - right, she's here for one thing alone. Her body jerks back to avoid the below, almost losing her footing until the repetitive training kicks into gear. She steps back, her body ducking under it and when she swings back again and around in a sidestep. Which, without having to restrain herself for a more human opponent, the lightning sparks on her fist as she drives it down and hard against the gold figure. She's not had that much training, but there is something to this that she finds herself made for. Her movements are fast in a way that isn't completely human, there's a focus to each blow that comes even when she cannot be good enough to land the hit. The haze around her that isn't just her, but wherever that light comes from. ]