[Being on an airship? Well, that was nothing new; he woke up in the cabin of an airship most mornings. ...Well, okay, most afternoons. And sure, he had a few dozen questions about how he got here, why there were apparently so many... humans all around him, and where he could find the bathroom and/or snack bar below the deck. But none of those compared to the sheer, bewildering awe he felt as he peered over the ship's edge.
He'd gazed out across skies and seas of clouds for as long as he could remember; but this might have been the first time in his life he'd ever looked down and actually saw the ground below.]
And it's so clear...! Is it always like this?!
D - Aptitude [Magic-- actual, in the raw, fireballs-on-command capital M Magic! I mean, sure, there was something KIND of like that in his world, but that was closer to prestidigitation than pyrotechnics; And, now, just the tantalizing thought of being able to unlock that potential within himself was--
Wait just a doggone second that guy is piloting a mecha and immediately Red's focus and priorities make a very sharp turn to follow him. He practically bowls over the crowd as he chases it clear to their recruitment post-- and the next thing he knew, he was in uniform and looking down the sights of his own 'Gun-blade.' And in spite of all the strangeness of this new world...]<
Piece of cake! [He gave a big, toothy grin as he rested the blade against his shoulder.] I use stuff like this all the time. Just wish they would'a let me bring my own...
I - Fortitude [Okay, correction: This wasn't QUITE a piece of cake. You'd think facing a set of bones without muscles to move them wouldn't be TOO difficult-- heck, ask him how many bones he went through on your average day!-- but there were two things he hadn't considered about such an opponent: The first was that the lack of overall body... everything meant that actually placing a hit was a bit harder than it looked.
And the second was that a narrow gunblade could get stuck between its ribs, and leave him in a comparatively vulnerable- and frankly, quite embarrassing- spot as he tried to wrestle his own weapon free from the monster's body.]
Red Savarin | Solatorobo: Red the Hunter
It's... enormous.
[Being on an airship? Well, that was nothing new; he woke up in the cabin of an airship most mornings. ...Well, okay, most afternoons. And sure, he had a few dozen questions about how he got here, why there were apparently so many... humans all around him, and where he could find the bathroom and/or snack bar below the deck. But none of those compared to the sheer, bewildering awe he felt as he peered over the ship's edge.
He'd gazed out across skies and seas of clouds for as long as he could remember; but this might have been the first time in his life he'd ever looked down and actually saw the ground below.]
And it's so clear...! Is it always like this?!
D - Aptitude
[Magic-- actual, in the raw, fireballs-on-command capital M Magic! I mean, sure, there was something KIND of like that in his world, but that was closer to prestidigitation than pyrotechnics; And, now, just the tantalizing thought of being able to unlock that potential within himself was--
Wait just a doggone second that guy is piloting a mecha and immediately Red's focus and priorities make a very sharp turn to follow him. He practically bowls over the crowd as he chases it clear to their recruitment post-- and the next thing he knew, he was in uniform and looking down the sights of his own 'Gun-blade.' And in spite of all the strangeness of this new world...]<
Piece of cake! [He gave a big, toothy grin as he rested the blade against his shoulder.] I use stuff like this all the time. Just wish they would'a let me bring my own...
I - Fortitude
[Okay, correction: This wasn't QUITE a piece of cake. You'd think facing a set of bones without muscles to move them wouldn't be TOO difficult-- heck, ask him how many bones he went through on your average day!-- but there were two things he hadn't considered about such an opponent: The first was that the lack of overall body... everything meant that actually placing a hit was a bit harder than it looked.
And the second was that a narrow gunblade could get stuck between its ribs, and leave him in a comparatively vulnerable- and frankly, quite embarrassing- spot as he tried to wrestle his own weapon free from the monster's body.]
Augh, Get your own!!
[This might take a while.]