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  1. ChampionZero
    I'm... I'm definitely curious, but wow, that's depressing.
  2. ChampionZero
    Kansuke accepted the offer, shaking his hand in the palm-to-palm standard variety, rather than the palm-to-wrist shake of his homeworld. "Yeah. Kansuke Akatsuka." He smiled back, his wolfish grin returning slowly along with his confidence. "If all goes well, I hope we'll be fighting side-by-side soon. Definitely rather work with you than that spoontongue Northwest or Princess Paranoia Paws." So he's a second-year. And the top student? Interesting... that gives me some idea of what to aim for. Tucking his hands in his pockets (and wincing at another dull ache in his ribs), Kansuke sighed. "Well, I'm going to go rest up. I've got twice the reason to, now. See you around." At that, he made for his room-- hopefully his roommate hadn't been doing any weird voodoo crap while he was out.
  3. ChampionZero
    Despite saying he didn't owe him anything, Kansuke was still bugged by the whole thing. Why? Why was this bothering him so much? The guy didn't know him, and he only barely cared. He did almost nothing to try and break up the fight-- but he'd had the decency to take him to the nurse. He was more soft-spoken, but they were both pretty direct people, which Kansuke could appreciate. Why did he feel like he couldn't just let this go? Kansuke watched him go from the doorway, before stepping into the hallway to shout, "Hey!" "What's your name, Red?"
  4. ChampionZero
    Kansuke placed his hands over his face and collected himself as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed, trying his damnedest not to scream in frustration as he tallied up the day's events. He got half his year on his bad side by giving that actor kid an attitude, then he got his brain stuffed full of machines, he got his ass kicked by that cat chick for having a personality she disapproved of, and he didn't even get to finish his sandwich. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Kansuke winced as he got to his feet, his pride as bruised as his midsection. He definitely underestimated that girl... I won't make that mistake again... But more importantly-- he turned to the boy in the doorway. "So you brought me to the infirmary, but you didn't do anything to talk down that freak?" He wanted to add, 'some help you were,' or something like it. Something to preserve what little dignity he had left in this situation... but he didn't. Instead, what came out of his mouth was, "Thanks... you're better than those spineless choffers who just watched. Just don't think this means I owe you anything, a'right?."
  5. ChampionZero
    Kansuke grinned back, his confidence rising again. That confirmed it. He'd directly told her to come and get him, but instead she was trying to goad him back. How were these people afraid of her? Her logic alone was a mess, she was probably a brute-force fighter. He raised his hands to his center mass, open-handed. He was ready to counter anything she threw at him. He had enough room to sidestep, so he could use her momentum against her. Flip her over, put her in an arm-bar, sweep her legs out... so many ways to disable the enemy, which was the right one... She seemed well-rounded, but lacked the disciplined attitude of a martial artist. She probably fought with her fists, so taking her off-balance would be good. "You're the one who wants to put me in my place so bad, you come and get it... "Kitty."
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    Kansuke kept perfectly still for a few moments, frankly paralyzed by a combination of her absurd logic and the sudden appearance of a guy who she clearly found distracting for some reason, but provided the least helpful advice for the situation, so it would seem Kansuke was still on his own. "Yeah, not helping, Private Pastel." He grunted as he stood. "As for you, rewind a sec-- if you let other people act tough, it makes you look weak?" He glanced around the room, half-smiling as if to say 'are you guys hearing this?' or 'get a load of this freak'. "Are you people actually afraid of princess cranky paws and her Faberge ego?" He looked back to her, then shook his head. "Look, I was just trying to eat my food in peace, but if I'm such a challenge to your "authority" then come get me." He lowered himself into a combat crouch. "Unless you're a scaredy-cat." Kansuke forced his expression to remain cocky, but the ticking had moved to the right corner of his mouth, and it was tugging downwards. I say that, but my odds aren't great here. I could probably outmaneuver or overpower her. She looked tough for a girl but I've been training in hand-to-hand for the better part of a decade-- by an ex-military man. I'm sure I'm strong enough, fast enough, and most importantly smart enough to take her down. but there are two problems: One, these implants are still inhibiting my ability to count, and the other is the fact that she has... one, two, three-- backup, she has backup.
  8. ChampionZero
    In the interest of joining, I think I'm going to dig up some of my old custom cards. Application to come soon.
  9. ChampionZero
    "Oh my god-- You are so RIDICULOUS!" Kansuke's voice rose so the whole room would hear him. They had him held up by his ankles, but his boots were tall enough he could probably slip out of them if he managed to get a little slack while they weren't paying attention, then unclip the tops fast enough-- especially since they didn't bother to restrain his arms. Glancing at the guys backing her (and hoisting him) up, he threw as much attitude into his complaining as he could, so they would focus on his face, which was beginning to tic from restrained anger, and not his feet, which were trying to slowly, unnoticeably raise (well, technically lower) his heels so he could slip out as soon as he needed to. He only needed to buy a few seconds-- and he was speaking loudly, so the whole room could hear what he was saying. "You talk like you're this total badass, but you see one first-year people don't like and you feel threatened? And what's with your guys stringing me up like this? You can't hit a moving target, or do you think you'd lose in a fair fight?" Either she'd take the bait and they'd let him down for a fair fight-- not that any fight with him could really be fair-- or she'd take a swing at him and he'd have to get out of those boots fast. He just hoped his core muscles were strong enough to get him out of the way before she could land a hit.
  10. ChampionZero
    Honestly I don't know about this... but, then again: I've always said that Yu-Gi-Oh peaked (as a card game) at 5D's. What the heck, consider me interested.
  11. ChampionZero
    Kansuke continued to stare at the table as she spoke. She was... just some older student running a clique of delinquents? A bunch of meatheads so high off their own fumes they don't know what to do with themselves but harass the underclassmen? Kansuke felt some fumes of his own rising-- like a gas leak filling up a hab-block, one spark away from blowing out the walls and demolishing everything in the immediate vicinity. What kind of person came to a place like this just to act like a schoolyard bully? What kind of emotionally stunted, south-of-the-border IQ, dross-hound thug comes to a mech-pilot academy JUST to disgrace it with that attitude? It was despicable. It was pathetic, it was... He let his eyes rise up to meet hers for the first time since she sat down. His face was a mask of annoyance, but there was a stirring giddyness in his head-- a halo of cold lightness running from temple to temple, like his blood had gone alkaline. "Are you done?"
  12. ChampionZero
    Kansuke looked offended by the fact that he was being penned in. "Oh for the love'a-- can I catch a break today?" He grumbled, jostling for elbow room. Internally, his mind was racing, paranoid. Great, Kansuke cursed internally, these goons must be some kind of security-- and I'm on the wrong end of the stick. Gotta be careful what I say... "Worst thing I've done since I got here is speak my mind and cuss a little. If anybody's got a problem with that, they can take it up with me themselves." He took a bite of his sandwich, pointedly not making eye-contact to curb his nervousness -yes, nervousness--at being surrounded like this. If this position, all they'd need to do to take him down is employ decent co-ordinated hand-to-hand combat. He was good, sure, but not against this many people. Hopefully he wasn't in any trouble and this cat was just curious. "What's it matter to you?"
  13. ChampionZero
    Kansuke's head swerved to look at whoever was calling him... OK, well that woman was clearly larger than him. Valid assessment, but it didn't make "little man" chafe any less to hear. "Tch. Yeah, sure." He waved a hand absently and turned back to the counter, where he received his sandwich and stepped aside. No sense wasting my time on these choffers, He thought to himself. A perfunctory "thank you" to the bread guy-- which he was now, irreversibly, in Kansuke's mind-- and he turned back to the towering cat-woman. "Go right ahead, lady." He said, looking over the cafeteria for a spot to sit with his food. He usually tried to sit so he could see the whole room, preferably with his back to a wall-- anywhere else made him feel like he was being watched. Probably his dad's fireteam training at work, now that he thought about it. While he waited, he took a bite from his sandwich. It wasn't quite like the railway sandwiches he grew up eating on his homeworld, but the distinctions between it and the genuine article were so minute, there was no reason to complain about it. Eyeing the cat-lady, he found his eyes wandering to her companions. Bodyguards? She's probably staff. No sense walking around like that otherwise...
  14. ChampionZero
    Curious...
  15. ChampionZero
    ÏThe latter, then. That was valid-- after all, some people's passions were in more peaceful areas. Kansuke wanted to be a soldier-- this guy wanted to be a baker. He was at the Academy because he wanted to protect that freedom. "A sandwich, then? The long kind, with meat and cheese and leafy vegetables-- we call it a railway where I'm from, but I don't really know the terms here." He glanced behind him out of habit and saw the gathering peers staring at him and whispering-- literally talking behind his back. That touched a nerve immediately. Turning on one heel, Kansuke gave the ones who were less subtle the kind of stern, expectant look his father used to give him for mumbling. "If you got somethin' to say about me, say it to my face." He bared his teeth in a feral smile. "'Less o' course, you're scared o' me."
  16. ChampionZero
    Kansuke raised an eyebrow at the small legion of baking robots, unable to keep himself from staring for a few long seconds before shaking himself free of the flood of thoughts about dextrin and toast and starch crystallization-- Wow, these implants were doing something absolutely RIDICULOUS to his brain. Hopefully that would wear off before he had to get into an actual tactical situation... Kansuke forced himself to focus. "I... just came to get some lunch, I..." He paused for a moment, looking at the young man across the counter. "Wait, does this place only make bread? Or are you just... inordinately passionate about it?"
  17. ChampionZero
    Kansuke blinked a few times, hard, before rubbing his eyes again. "That's kinda disturbing," he admitted, letting her finish up her checks. Once she was done, he got to his feet and reached out with his arms, flexing his fingers, rotating his wrists, testing his full range of motion. Maybe it was just the anticipation of knowing he could finally hop into the Tyrant and get to work, but Kansuke felt stronger. At the same time, he felt strangely as if he were missing a limb... A dull, phantom ache that surrounded him. He couldn't quite pinpoint it... I won't fall behind now. Not after sitting idly by on the Finback... He smiled as he put his shirt and jacket back on, baring his teeth involuntarily. I'm going to excel. "Thanks for your help, doc," He said as he passed through the door. Now what... he had nothing to do for the rest of the day, and it had to be at least noon. To that end, he set out to see if he could still get something to eat. Where was the mess hall again...?
  18. ChampionZero
    Kansuke shook his head as he sat up. Whoa... Well, the procedure must have gone well or he wouldn't still be alive, probably. He looked down at his hands to check if he still had all his fingers or if the doctor had replaced/removed them. One, two three... One, two, three... There were numbers after three, right? His head swam for a moment as he tried to count his fingers again, but could only register that he had at least three threes of fingers, plus one extra. Three threes and one? That's not how numbers work... He couldn't help but compare the feeling of falling asleep and waking up out of sorts to when he'd had his wisdom teeth removed back home. Only this time, instead of being drugged out, he was craving fish and unable to count his own fingers. Actually, the fish thing might just be him getting homesick, but the number thing was starting to bother him. "...How long was I out?" He asked, his head in his hands, "And what the hell did you guys put me under with?"
  19. ChampionZero
    Kansuke cast his thoughts back to the single bag in his dorm room. Then, back even further to his father and sister. He'd come here to be a soldier. He'd agreed to be the guinea pig for the Tyrannos' experimental control system-- after reading the contractual details, of course. Here he was at last and now he was having second thoughts? The derisive tone of his own internal monologue hardened his resolve, and he cracked his knuckles. "Ah, forget I said anything. Let's just get on with this so I don't fall behind the others." The sooner they were done, the sooner he'd recover, and therefore the sooner he'd be able to pilot his mecha. He was itching to finally climb into the Tyrannos. The real deal, not the VR simulator they'd tested him in. Approaching the operation table, he removed the upper half of his uniform and lay down.
  20. ChampionZero
    Kansuke felt, and subsequently looked, somewhere between lightly offended and completely confused. The nurse was talking to him like he was retarded or something, and judging from how Florence was talking either she was trying to joke around, or this whole procedure wasn't fully cleared with someone. Honestly either possibility seemed disturbing at best. Was Florence conducting unofficial experiments? No, the higher-ups would have caught on if she was. "Uh... yeah, I'm just..." He cleared his throat. "I... I honestly don't know what is going on anymore-- did I miss something?" He looked at Florence with a crooked eyebrow. "I am supposed to undergo this procedure, right?"
  21. ChampionZero
    Kansuke rolled his eyes as the boy walked away. "Tch. What a choffer," he muttered, "He's all talk." The stuff he'd said was annoying, but didn't shake him. Kansuke was going to be testing the future of Mecha piloting technology-- meanwhile that kid had probably never picked up a gun that wasn't half glorified flashlight, half special effects. What kind of nepotistic moron lets an child actor into a military academy anyways? What's he going to do, film propoganda? And FOR THAT MATTER, the guy had barely even listened to what Kansuke said-- the operative word was trying. Trying to make a difference. What they did, what they were before this place didn't count for anything to anyone but themselves. OK so it shook him a little bit. Turning around, he made his way over to the Mechanics teacher, where he stood in front of her, at-attention, provided there weren't any other students trying to speak to her. "Doctor Patete?" He asked. She has a doctorate, right? Yeah, probably. "I'm Kansuke. I was assigned to pilot the HYD-Tyrannos. I was told to speak to you regarding--" He fought the urge to squirm, instead swallowing in discomfort at the thought of-- "The implant procedure, as soon as possible."
  22. ChampionZero
    Kansuke made a loud, glottal sound of derision, followed by a sarcastic, "Oh GREAT, a pretentious spoon-tongued socialite. Because THAT'S what a school of Mecha Pilots needs-- a showboating, preening prettyboy." He wasn't subtle about it-- this guy was the kind of person that really got Kansuke's urge to pick a fight going-- and knowing there were no classes today, Kansuke was even more restless than on the Finback. He sized the supposed actor up, and honestly, he wasn't impressed. Sure, he was handsome, but he figured the actors only advantages in a fight would be trickery and dexterity. "Here's the deal, Spoontongue," He snapped, the middle-class accent and slang of his homeworld coming to the fore to match the dark stare he'd picked up from his father, "If you can't measure up to the school standards, dive off the rocks and don't come back. Otherwise, pull the silver out of your teeth and quit grandstanding. Nobody came here to deal with your crap, least of all the people actually committed to making a difference in the world."
  23. ChampionZero
    Kansuke made an 'eh' noise and shrugged. "If I'd have been able to head out there..." He shook his head. "Well I mighta made quicker work of 'em but you guys got the job done." He was still perturbed about his yet-to-be-received implants for piloting the Tyrant, but he didn't need to tell everyone he met about that. Not that there was much to tell. Sighing harshly, he turned back to Xa'tok and almost immediately forgot what he was going to ask as his eyes fixed on the Chapayaan's ears. There was a pause as he tore his eyes down from them and found his train of thought again. "Right: you mind if I have the first shower? Today's been a total grind and I'm thinking the sooner I sleep the sooner it'll be over already..."
  24. ChampionZero
    Crash, from where he was lying, was actually impressed with the turn of events. Planting his hands, he swung his legs over his head and kicked up onto his feet. He whistled at the platform they were standing on. Straightening out his shirt, pants, and gauntlets, he took stock of himself. Alright, generally speaking. A few scratches, but those'd buff right out. "Man, this place loves being dramatic. Can't say I hate it, though. Name's Crash, Crash Landen." Straightening up with comical alarm, a series of exclamation marks appeared around his head as he did. "Oh, hey Flint. You're not --still-- mad at me, are ya, Cap?" His smile was incredibly nervous-- the effort it took to maintain was visible. Reaching into his pockets, he found himself alarmingly short of magical items. No crystals, no elixirs, nothing. Crap.
  25. ChampionZero
    Kansuke looked up from his bag to see his new roommate. "Kansuke. Nice to meet'cha too, I suppose." He cocked an eyebrow, confused about the spirits thing but not too worried. Kansuke was familiar with the Chapayaan-- one of their tribes or clans or whatever they were called came to his homeworld when he was little, buying and selling wares for a time before departing again. His father had a sort of begrudging respect for the Chapayaans, the result of which was the string of red meditation beads in his bag. He fidgeted with them sometimes: it was calming. "Well," he said, "I guess if we're going to be roommates we should lay it out straight. I'm a bit of a hardass about my routine, so if you're up late just keep it down and let me sleep. I'll try not to wake you up early with my morning workout." He undid his shirt as he was talking and shrugged it off, rolling his shoulder and neck muscles stiffly. "I saw your mech during the fight with the Pirates. Nice work out there."
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