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Re: Full Metal Dress: Fistful of Lead
« Reply #90 on: February 12, 2025, 06:00:01 pm »

"Help save a life?"

..Diane thinks about this for a minute, looking around.

.."Sure."

She then opens the window, climbs carefully out, and grabs the robot, hanging on tightly.

"Alright, I'm hanging on.  Take me there!"
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Re: Full Metal Dress: Fistful of Lead
« Reply #91 on: February 12, 2025, 07:34:57 pm »

This ditch... is too shallow to fully cover me. So the best way to protect myself, is to stop that gun!
Seven raises a hand out towards the passing truck.
Let's try something new, you all!
"Origin point, moving technical vehicle! Target to contain, individual manning the mounted firearm! OBLIGATION!"

Why... does this keep happening?
I haven't had time to do anything but fight... even against the people who freed me.
Why?
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Re: Full Metal Dress: Fistful of Lead
« Reply #92 on: February 18, 2025, 12:13:59 pm »

"I've been hired as a medic, Shade!  Besides, the more people who end up injured, the more valuable my service becomes.  It would make for a rather perverse incentive for me to also be in command of the group."

Francesca cheerily rambles at the catgirl mercenary, unsubtly stepping between her and Icatrina.  "I'd recommend you for leading the group instead, having the most combat training, but then you're technically a subcontractor!  So your job is really just to keep me safe, while my job is simply to repair these girls after bad things happen to them."

Distract Shadesoul from making a scene, and wait for us to be given direction.

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Re: Full Metal Dress: Fistful of Lead
« Reply #93 on: February 24, 2025, 08:11:33 pm »

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"Of course. In addition to being The Dragon, I am also a continental bistro, and can provide all nutrition types consistent with this archetype. You may have to forgive my continuing adjustment period to this biosphere's cuisine, however. What will you have?"[/tt]
"REALLY big beef sandwich!" Kora all but cheers. "With lots of stuff on it!"


"I've been hired as a medic, Shade!  Besides, the more people who end up injured, the more valuable my service becomes.  It would make for a rather perverse incentive for me to also be in command of the group."

Francesca cheerily rambles at the catgirl mercenary, unsubtly stepping between her and Icatrina.  "I'd recommend you for leading the group instead, having the most combat training, but then you're technically a subcontractor!  So your job is really just to keep me safe, while my job is simply to repair these girls after bad things happen to them."

Distract Shadesoul from making a scene, and wait for us to be given direction.
"Or we could fight to figure out who's in charge, then have another go whenever somebody thinks it's their turn."

Wait for delicious sandwich. Suggest ViolenceTM.
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Full Metal Dress: The Fall
« Reply #94 on: March 07, 2025, 03:29:38 pm »

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"Help save a life?"

..Diane thinks about this for a minute, looking around.

.."Sure."

She then slides the window open and carefully climbs out onto the ledge. As she does, Spice waves his little arms.
"What are you doing? There's no need to-"
Diane then reaches out with both arms and grips the robot tightly as she can, stepping off the ledge and into empty space as she does.
"Eep!"

[Leaping out of a Window 3d6: 11 Agility+1 = 12]
Immediately they start dropping, making Diane's stomach lurch. She spares a glance at the ground, which now feels further away than she usually thinks of it being, and-
Well, they're not falling quite at full speed. The robot in her arms is pull upwards quite strongly, feeling like he's about to yank out of her grip, and the street below still approaches rapidly. Diane braces for the impact.

Tuck and roll. She manages to touch the ground with her feet and then bend forward to absorb some of the impact, then go into a forward roll. The metal can bashes into the street rather than her, then she's flipping over, and finally... Back on her feet again, squatting there in the middle of an alleyway. She lets go of Spice, who quickly bobs up slightly out of reach.
"Ouch. That really hurt, you know. Well, never mind that, follow me please!"

The robot zips off, and Diane has to practically sprint after to keep up, but a few blocks later they've reached a destination. A small brick and mortar bistro wedged, somewhat incongruously, on a street corner in between a garage and an empty shop. Though peering through the front window Diane does see some people. Following the robot, she pushes the glass door open and enters. (Continued below.)

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"Fuck off. You said you're a merc? You want me following your orders? Hire me."
Icatrina said before pointedly turning away and ignoring the mercenary, instead looking intently at the guides who had asked her for help, the flash of reflexive pride and anger she had shown rapidly fading.

"I've been hired as a medic, Shade!  Besides, the more people who end up injured, the more valuable my service becomes.  It would make for a rather perverse incentive for me to also be in command of the group."
Francesca cheerily rambles at the catgirl mercenary, unsubtly stepping between her and Icatrina.
Before the girl can say any more, Shadesoul puts a hand on Francesca's shoulder, wearing a dangerous smile.
[Stand Ground 3d6: 13 Shadesoul Strength-1 = 12]
The mercenary begins to firmly sweep Francesca aside, but, seeing this coming, the rich girl digs in her heels and refuses to be moved, standing as a literal barrier between the cat-mercenary and Icatrina. Seemingly unperturbed, she continues speaking.
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"I'd recommend you for leading the group instead, having the most combat training, but then you're technically a subcontractor!  So your job is really just to keep me safe, while my job is simply to repair these girls after bad things happen to them."

"Or we could fight to figure out who's in charge, then have another go whenever somebody thinks it's their turn."

Shadesoul's ears go vertical with surprise as she looks at Kora, who is now chewing on a massive steak sub filled with onions and peppers. However, the mercenary then relaxes, chuckling.
"Maybe you girls do have hope, after all."

While the above is going on, Icatrina fearlessly tunes out the other conversation and talks to The Dragon.
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"When do we get where we're going? Is there anything more you can tell us about the situation?"
"Yes, we will leave this spot shortly, and very soon thereafter arrive at the destination. The area is just outside of a prison, formerly operated by your government, and the girl we are going to rescue was, until recently, a prisoner there. However, the prison discontinued operation due to offensive actions taken by a non-government group, and unexpectedly, another governmental group has retaliated with an offensive action of their own. As far as our monitoring can tell, the girl, Seven, remains unharmed, yet remains also in danger due to the hostilities between humans in the area. Therefore, we hope that violence of our own shall have no need to be applied. Was that clear to you?"

Just then, yet another teenager barges into the scene, and she is described like this:
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Short and skinny.  Unnaturally long hair and red eyes.

"We're ready! Go!"
The newcomer hardly has any time to get her bearings before the view of the street outside disappears in an instant, replaced with scrolling sky.

"...Greetings, Diane. I am the Dragon, the conveyance you presently inhabit. We are presently in a bit of a rush, but I must inform you that when we land we will be amidst a battle zone. You may be in danger if you exit." The room itself echos faintly with a pleasant voice.

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Seven raises a hand out towards the passing truck.
"Origin point, moving technical vehicle! Target to contain, individual manning the mounted firearm! OBLIGATION!"
[-2 Mana] [-1 Mana]
Instantly and obediently, the truck's bed sprouts chains which wrap around the gunner's torso and arms, forcefully yanking his grip away from the machine gun's grips. And then pulling him fully prone onto the truck's bed.
[Resistance 3d6: 14]
He shouts and trashes in the chains, defiant of the magical force, but he has no true hope of escaping.

So long as seven maintains the power. She feels... so tired, from all of this. Her head swims, any more of this and she may pass out.

In spite of the gunner's incapacitation, the technical races down the road still, taking it further and further away from Seven. It's clear that the driver doesn't care to fight, and is focused on escaping.

Spoiler: Seven - VermilionSkies (click to show/hide)
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Re: Full Metal Dress: The Fall
« Reply #95 on: March 07, 2025, 05:07:59 pm »

That grass looks... really comfy right now.
I've done enough, right? I won't be a bad person if I just... rest my head, for a little bit. Right?

Seven lays down, dismissing her Magical Form.
Right?

the Seven is eepy. the Seven is eepy and needs a sleepy.
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Re: Full Metal Dress: The Fall
« Reply #96 on: March 07, 2025, 06:54:32 pm »

"And we can just... do... what... we feel like trying to do? So then... I could..."
Icatrina imagines trying to protect someone, bullets and shrapnel being deflected away from them, pushing herself to try to make that image... ready to become reality? As she positions herself near a window, looking out to try to see if she needs to act as soon as we arrive.
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Re: Full Metal Dress: The Fall
« Reply #97 on: March 07, 2025, 09:54:28 pm »

"I'm.. Diane."

"Is this a flying restaurant?"
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Re: Full Metal Dress: The Fall
« Reply #98 on: March 11, 2025, 10:32:27 pm »

"I'm.. Diane."

"Is this a flying restaurant?"
"I guess technically it's a dragon shaped like a restaurant? The food is delicious, though. And free!"

She looks out the windows.

"But I guess now we're rescuing someone? We really need all these people for just that?"

Stick with the merc, she probably knows what to do.
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Re: Full Metal Dress: The Fall
« Reply #99 on: March 12, 2025, 06:38:31 am »

Food?

"Yeah.. I don't know about food.  If this is really the inside of a dragon, what are we eating?"

"I mean, that's a salt shaker.  What?"
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Re: Full Metal Dress: Awake
« Reply #100 on: March 13, 2025, 09:23:26 am »

"If you choose to fight with each other, please avoid using knives or firearms.  I can treat those wounds, but not in time for serious combat."

Francesca steps away from Shadesoul at that, moving to the counter, where she sits down on one of the stools.  She smiles at Diane. "The dragon is a kind of robot, I believe.  And the food seems to be stolen or otherwise acquired from local sources.  At least, the Dragon told me it couldn't supply me with morphine because it mostly only acquires food items."

She pauses for a moment, tapping her chin.  "Dragon?  In the future, could you impersonate a hospital, and collect relevant supplies?  If we're going to be rescuing people, that seems like a more relevant form than a bistro.  Also, are you a robot?"

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Full Metal Dress: All that for...
« Reply #101 on: March 19, 2025, 08:49:44 pm »

Seven watches the truck trundle away with an increasingly weary expression. she sinks down, gliding down into a rare patch of grass by the road. And, as the truck fades into the distance, she waves her hand toward it, releasing unseen chains.
[Binding of Obligation Dismissed]
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Seven lays down, dismissing her Magical Form.
[Magical Form dismissed, Fly dismissed]
She exhales a breath that she had only half been aware she was holding in, as the ribbons of her Magical Form float away on the ethereal breeze, her own literal chains of the uniform melting away into mere seams. Even here she doesn't quite feel safe, and her body hurts from a close scrape with a missile and the ground, but-

It feels nice to relax, finally. To see the sky, feel the real ground. Seven is finally free, for real. Owes no connections to anyone. Once her strength returns, she'll be able to fly away from here, as far as she wants to go.

At last, it's quiet...
[+1 Mana]
Seven gently dozes off.

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"And we can just... do... what... we feel like trying to do? So then... I could..."
Icatrina imagines trying to protect someone, bullets and shrapnel being deflected away from them, pushing herself to try to make that image... ready to become reality? As she positions herself near a window, looking out to try to see if she needs to act as soon as we arrive.
As Icatrina focuses on her task and desire of protection, odd streams of symbols rush to her head, flowing around in rings and formed by stands of magic leading off to who-knows-where. She shuts her eyes and focuses, trying to intuit what must be done; she doesn't know what the symbols mean. Or rather, she doesn't know what they do-
Wait. If that distinction is obvious, then both questions are answered. As the softly glowing rings of symbols turn around her, Icatrina's eyes snap open, and see that they're not just in her head. Along with the symbols themselves, a soft green bubble of light surrounds her, marking the Shield's boundary.
[-1 Mana, +1 Shield Barrier]

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"I'm.. Diane. Is this a flying restaurant?"

"I guess technically it's a dragon shaped like a restaurant? The food is delicious, though. And free!"

She looks out the windows.

"But I guess now we're rescuing someone? We really need all these people for just that?"

"Yeah.. I don't know about food.  If this is really the inside of a dragon, what are we eating? I mean, that's a salt shaker.  What?"

Francesca steps away from Shadesoul at that, moving to the counter, where she sits down on one of the stools.  She smiles at Diane. "The dragon is a kind of robot, I believe.  And the food seems to be stolen or otherwise acquired from local sources.  At least, the Dragon told me it couldn't supply me with morphine because it mostly only acquires food items."

She pauses for a moment, tapping her chin.  "Dragon?  In the future, could you impersonate a hospital, and collect relevant supplies?  If we're going to be rescuing people, that seems like a more relevant form than a bistro.  Also, are you a robot?"

"Could you really recommend such a thing in good conscience? The people of this world need well-stocked hospitals, and I would be depriving those institutions of supplies through my deception. The purpose of my guise is to blend into the environment of this country, not to falsely solicit donations."

"And no. Your word for robot means a slave, and has evolved to specify specifically a mechanical one. My kind rejected that role."


The view outside the window transitions to a side view of a sandy road, soundlessly except perhaps the crunching of sand under the Dragon's foundation.
A teenage girl in a heavily worn and mended jumpsuit is lying on a small and yellow patch of grass by the road, just the few steps from the front door. She is described like this:
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Unusually skinny for a girl her age. Her hair is cut short to just above her eyes, and she often doesn't care enough to clean herself if she gets dirty. Regardless of her current emotions, her default expression is a glare.

Shadesoul is first to step out of the bistro, her tail flicking with excitement. Icatrina is next, intending to shield whoever follows behind. Other than Shadesoul.
Everyone feels the buzzing radio-voice of Spice in their heads, somehow able to tell that he's hovering high above.
"No combatants in the area. Or anyone else, for that matter."
It does seem quiet.

Shadesoul looks around quickly and seems to relax. She walks more casually to the side of the sleeping Seven.
"...She who we're here for? Pretty easy mission." She asks to the open air.
"Yes, that's her... This is all a bit embarrassing. Sorry to rile you all up for this, I suppose we didn't need so much help."

Spoiler: Seven - VermilionSkies (click to show/hide)
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Re: Full Metal Dress: All that for...
« Reply #102 on: March 21, 2025, 12:50:26 am »

"It would be fine!" Francesca happily chirps, idly swinging her legs while waiting for the Dragon to land.  "Supplies sufficient for us would be minor for even a single hospital, and quickly replenished.  And more importantly, you'd functionally be carrying those supplies to the wounded, where we can use them!  It's less taking medical supplies from those who need them, and more bringing those supplies to those who need them even more!  Most deaths occur before arriving at hospitals, and then a lot more of those who die there could've been saved if the hospital came to them.  And you could be a hospital, who--!  Oh!"

Francesca hops off her seat as soon as she sees the road outside the window, her eyes wide and sparkling.  She barely restrains herself from leaving before Shadesoul, eagerly shifting from foot to foot as she waits to go outside.  Just after Icatrina exits the door, Francesca rushes out, beelining towards the unconscious girl.  Who she rudely awakens by jamming her knuckles roughly into the girl's sternum.

"Oh, you're awake!  And breathing!" she shouts with an ecstatic expression while leaning over the girl, who is presumably awoken by the painful gesture.  She slips the first aid kit off her shoulder as she speaks, unzipping it in a hurry. "Wonderful!  We're here to rescue you!  Are you okay?  Were you wounded?  What day is it?  Please don't move too much, you're safe now!  I think!"

She pauses for just a moment to look around wildly, her hair being thrown up by the rapid movement.  "...Yes!  You're safe now!  We don't have stretchers, can you walk?  Wait no!  Shadesoul, you can carry her, right?  Be gentle!  And let me finish checking her first!  Also what's your name?  I'm Fran!"
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