Okay, thanks for the info, I'll send you an invite next time I am on it. is it 'n-a-o-m-i-' with no capitols? You should Recognize me, my Skype...
User Name: Rapid Ignis Name: Melissa Patton Angel: Leliel Appearance: Spoiler Age: 21 Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma Occupation: Crop-duster pilot Religious Views: Raised Protestant-Christian, but is more or less Agnostic Personality: An insolent young woman who doesn't care for authority, while still valuing respect and common courtesy, 'Lissa tends to be agressive and impulsive, when she isn't acting as shy as the dark side of the moon. Other: The daughter of an Airline pilot, has been raised in and around aviation vehicles and has quite a bit of skill behind the stick or yoke of airplanes, as well as knowing the basics of piloting helicopters.
View attachment 36011 Lysa nodded, "Yeah, follow me, I landed it over this way... sort of..." she said, and, without giving either of the others a chance to respond, turned toward the door and motioned for Emerald and Cid to follow her as she stepped out into the street. She glanced back at the cluttered house just once, to make sure that the others were following her, then she made her way though the streets and allyways to the small square that she had landed her ship in. For the record, the thing didn't look like something made out of junk... though it did look like it could have been stolen from a junkyard. The once-sleek hull was pockmarked with blast and impact craters, and several components appeared to have been scavenged from other ships. The fact that the cockpit canopy was cracked and that three of the four underwing weapon pods had been shot off didn't add to the small, fighter-like craft's appeal. One of the three landing struts was missing its lower segment, giving the ship a slight portside lean. The missing piece was only a dozen meters away, looking as though it had fell off when the landing gear was lowered. All in all, it looked as if Lysa had to be a pretty good (and lucky) pilot to land the thing in one piece.
Lysa nodded as Emerald did the talking, her brown eyes surveying the room once more, then landing back on Cid. Clasping her hands together behind her, Lysa starts to shift her weight from her toes to her heels and back again, blushing a tad as Emerald mentions how cruddy her heavily-damaged ship was.
Well, what kind of weapons were you thinking of? Modern-ish? Future-ish? Full-blown Sci-fi? Medival? Magic? Magic-Medival? Neo-Oldworld? A Death-Star main gun? All of the Above? Perhaps planets or stars have 'Crystals' or some other source of benign energy, which the 'Subspace Mountain' organization tap into to harvest energy/Ammunition. The process could cause stars to stop giving off light, which would completely ruin the ecosystems on any planets in said Star's orbits. Alternatively, if the crystals were planet-based, whatever world being 'harvested' could have its life start to die out, or worse, have the life being mutated and corrupted into dark, chaotic creatures (as a side-effect of the Energy-mining). As for a 'good guy' organization, I really don't have too many ideas, though I'm personally a fan of the good guys coming together through fate or random chance, flying by the seat of their pants. I honestly think that an actual 'Organization' for good guys can get a little too Authoritarian... (What? I'm Chaotic-Good! :p )
Lysa chuckles softly to herself as she listens to Emerald's playful banter with Cid. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the massive computer monitor, "huh... that's weird... what is a 'Role Playing Arena'?" she asks, tilting her head to the side, her hair tickling Emerald's arm, since she was still holding Emerald's hand on that side. Lysa's gaze contiues around the room, examinine magical tomes, Ninja weapons, and hand-drawn diagrams pinned to the walls.
Lysa grins as she holds Emerald's hand, matching Emerald's pace as she is lead through the town, "thanks so much for doing this... I built most of the thing from spare parts and a wreck I found... but I didn't really know what I was doing... the strange ships that attacked me didn't help one bit..."
Lysa grins and jumps into the air, propelling herself three times her own height, doing backwards tumbles the whole way. She grins as she lands lightly on her feet next to Emerald, "alright... so... who is this Cid guy? You think he can help with my ship?" she asks.
Lysa nods to Louvel, "alright, sounds like a good cause, damsel in distress and all that," she jests, placing her hand on the crecent-shaped pommel of her sword. "You seem to be pretty well armed, are you expecting a fight from this 'Kaya' sister?" she asks, "because I'm good to have in a fight, I know how to handle myself."
Lysa tilts her head to the side, "what happened to who?" she asks, turning to look down at the town behind her and her semi-crashed ship, "can I help you with anything? I don't know any Kayas or Saphires, but I'd be glad to help look for them." The girl brushes a lock of sandy-blond hair out of her eyes and turns back to Louvel, the cockpit canopy of her ship closing on its own, sealing itself against intruders. Her gaze slides over to Emerald, "yeah, that might be a good idea, I'm definitely not an expert at this stuff."
Lysa winces as she glances down at Louvel, smiling weakly, "oh... yeah... I'm alright... it does that all the time... no... seriously, it does," she mutters, slinging her bow over her shoulder before she gracefully hoists herself out of the cockpit and drops to the pavement, a few meters below. Rather than falling as most would have done, the girl seems to float down like a feather in the breeze, obviously utilizing magic of some sort. She turns her gaze back to Louvel, brushing her leggings off as she does so, "That's a pretty neat letter cutter you have there," she jests, tilting her head and motioning with her eyes and eyebrows to indicate Louvel's keyblade, which was, presumably, still in his hands.
A small, beat-up looking Gummi ship floats between worlds. With a sleek, aerodynamic design, it looks almost like a military craft, though it is heavily damaged; three of the four underwing-mounted cannons had been shot off, leaving blackened craters in the ship's maroon surface. Blast scorches criss-cross the ship's fuselage, and the black cockpit canopy has a visble spiderweb of cracks on the port side. "Nice and easy now," murmurs the sandy-haired girl in the craft's cockpit, her slender fingers wrapped around the centre-stick, gently tilting it to bring the craft into a gentle banking manuver as she descended toward Radiant Garden. Lysa, the girl in the ship's cockpit, slowly lets off the throttle, bringing her Gummi Ship into a hover before tapping the button to lower the landing gear. A loud crash sounds out as some obscure part in the ship snaps off and drops to the stone pavement below, the ship itself is soon on the ground, tilted slightly due to the fact that one of the landing struts is now just a little shorter than the other two. Lysa winces at the noise of her ship falling apart, then she pops the cockpit canopy, inhaling the fresh, icy air of Radiant Garden.
Gasping for airRipping my hair Stepping in lineStretching my time Sobbing to sleepScreaming awake Shouting death threatsStriking my friends Reeling with griefWrecking my life ((notice how I dropped the Rhymes after a few lines? I was half asleep when I did this... completely forgot I was trying to rhyme >.<))
Username: Rapid Ignis Character name: Lysa Skybound Age: 17 Appearance: Spoiler Side: Neutral Personality: A brave and adventerous young woman, Lysa has a natural curiosity that drives her to discover more about the universe, and her role in it. She has a quick temper and a natural desire to help people that she views as being wronged. She doesn't view theft to be a crime if the person taking needs the item more than the person being stolen from. Weapon: Bow and Short Sword (A Degen, aproximately two feet long) Element (You may choose one): Gravity Starting world(not a disney world): Traverse Town Additional information: Lysa spent much of her youth roaming Traverse town, pickpocketing and stealing to get by, and using her gravity-related powers to easily escape to the rooftops to avoid pursuit. After building her own gummi ship to get off her homeworld, and taking it around to explore the stars, she is an apt pilot, a natural behind the stick of any airborne or spaceborne craft (though she finds driving land vehicles to be difficult).
Back after an eternity.
Mark comes back out of the blue base with a grenade launcher and takes aim at Tucker's rock, "I'd move over if I were you... I need to cleanse this rock of your influence!"
Pvt. Ignis just stares at Pools, "hell no!" he says after an incredibly long pause. "That just sounds... stupid... 'Chubathingy' is much better... Walruses don't even live on land!"
Mark shouts from inside the base, "no... I just can't find anything explosive... do you know if there is anything at all in here that could make Tucker's rock go boom?" Mark walks back out, "and also... where's the bathroom?"
Mark turns his reflective blue visor toward Tucker, "Well, I'm going to go blow it up anyway," he says. Mark then turns and strides back into the base to look for a rocket launcher... or anything else explosive.
OOC: Griff and Simmons came up with 'headlight fluid' to get Doughnut to go away... not Church and Tucker Mark turns his head to gaze on Tucker, "'stuff?' It looks like a perfect target to me... do you guys have any rocket launchers on base? This'd be perfect for demolitions training." "Check... one Chubathingy... though it looks a bit more like a Walrus, Sir..." Ignis added, miming writting down a note on his palm.
