HANGAR LOG [open]
WHO: robots and YOU
WHAT: catchall sort of thing for robot pilots, robot enjoyers, and perhaps even robot haters.
WHERE: the hangar
WHEN: mumble mumble september
WARNINGS: discussions of Canon-Typical Violence, probably
LILITH's hangar is a wonderland of mechanical delights, if you're some kind of robot nerd. Beyond the base's personnel transport, fleet of camper vans and a bevy of personal vehicles, there are GIANT ROBOTS. Or...they were giant robots. Now they're considerably smaller. But still cool!!
With robots come pilots, tending to their mechs or checking out everyone else's, or maybe just chillaxing in here if they need a moment's peace. Of course, being that the hangar is open, pilots aren't the only Outsiders in here; anyone can just waltz on in and ogle whatever is here. (Tampering with the robots is ill-advised, however.)
[OOC: standard mingle log rules apply: toplevel with your characters, tag out, enjoy. mecha-canon characters and non-mecha peeps alike are more than welcome!]
WHAT: catchall sort of thing for robot pilots, robot enjoyers, and perhaps even robot haters.
WHERE: the hangar
WHEN: mumble mumble september
WARNINGS: discussions of Canon-Typical Violence, probably
LILITH's hangar is a wonderland of mechanical delights, if you're some kind of robot nerd. Beyond the base's personnel transport, fleet of camper vans and a bevy of personal vehicles, there are GIANT ROBOTS. Or...they were giant robots. Now they're considerably smaller. But still cool!!
With robots come pilots, tending to their mechs or checking out everyone else's, or maybe just chillaxing in here if they need a moment's peace. Of course, being that the hangar is open, pilots aren't the only Outsiders in here; anyone can just waltz on in and ogle whatever is here. (Tampering with the robots is ill-advised, however.)
[OOC: standard mingle log rules apply: toplevel with your characters, tag out, enjoy. mecha-canon characters and non-mecha peeps alike are more than welcome!]
Jamie Hemeros | Zoids New Century /0 | Redemption
II. [Jamie's in here at least once a day, giving his Zoid a cursory checkup or just quietly spending time with the only somewhat-familiar thing here. He may or may not have the kaijuu egg to which he's been assigned, either in a baby sling on his back while he works or held in his lap as he leans against the Raynos' leg.]
III. [The Zoid seems to be taking advantage of the fact that it's now small enough (or its pilot is large enough???) for it to interact with more directly than it ordinarily could, as it's made a habit of nibbling at his clothes or pushing its snout against him, often while he's trying to work. Jamie is equal parts weirded out and exasperated by this, shoving it away while the thing chitters at him obliviously.]
...yeah, yeah, I like you too. C'mon, they're probably gonna charge me for replacements if you chew a hole in my shirt, cut it out!
I.
...He is absolutely not expecting it to move on it's own, though, and startles significantly when it suddenly turns it's head towards him.]
--The fuck!!?
Re: I.
Fortunately the Raynos isn't quite capable of doing much more than looking around without direct input from its pilot. At Dearka's outburst, the Zoid makes a complex fluting-chittering-engine-idling noise and arches its neck toward him, head tilting to the side curiously: new human! come closer so it can annoy you!!]
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III
When he steps into the space, the new machine is incredibly noticeable because of 1) its size, and 2) the way it's treating the guy holding onto it.
Now this is more interesting. Taryon clenches his fists to hold onto his excitement and not run over to Jamie.] Hello! [He shouts when he's about 30 feet away.] Is this yours? It's incredible!
omg
[The Raynos, for its part, seems happy to see more people and chitters excitedly when it notices Taryon, leaning down and forward for a better look. Jamie keeps both hands pressed to its snout, as though to hold it back, and gives the man a flustered half-grin.] You can come closer if you want, it's not like...aggressive or anything.
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iii
Uh.
Is that machine... eating you?
[ do you need assistance?? ]
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[A cute pain in the butt, though, surely? It makes a sort of trilling, chattering, warbling noise in its mechanical throat as it observes Hunter's presence, all the while refusing to relinquish its hold on the hem of Jamie's shirt.]
I don't think it means any harm, it's just. Excited, or something? I haven't noticed it trying to chew on anyone else, just me.
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The machine's clearly not a mobile suit. Someone's oversized pet drone? Lethal monster-hunting bot? If the latter, what the hell is it doing unsupervised? ]
Who left this thing on?
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III
[ The look of the Zoid is ... it's not common because a vast majority of mobile suits do have a certain look to them, where Yzak comes from. But there are machines that resemble animals (the BuCUE and LaGOWE for example, canine and feline in their appearance respectfully) and ones that can transform into things like that. He merced one that transformed into a bird form himself, once.
More important than his first question, though, ]
What the hell is it doing?
Re: III
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I'm in this post on my lost tag apology tour
III
Huh.
Anyway, dwelling on it sounds boring and embarrassing, and he's curious enough that he's got to approach and get a better look anyway:]
Ha, what's this? Yeah, I'd say he likes you!
aww Gigan feels
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I. After the ratio kerfuffles...!
Luckily the big guy's had some lessons in chilling the hell out lately, he wouldn't come out swinging on this new faker even if he were in his real form and able to. Instead he walks right up to it, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, and addresses it like he world any other being. ]
Greetings. It is not likely that you are willing to skip the expected displays and simply submit, is it?
[ Not that it... knows he's the King right now, he may as well be a normal human, but it doesn't hurt to ask first. See?! He can learn! ]
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Dearka Elthman | Gundam SEED | Revelation (OTA)
[It is not difficult to catch Dearka here, if you happen to be passing through. For much of his September, any time in the day that isn't being put towards working out or fighting in the simulator is probably being spent out here. And it's not exactly mystery as to why: if you were on the Busan team during the last mission, it's very possible you witnessed the Lightning Buster getting it's shit wrecked by the female Imugi. And for those who remained in Seoul, you may still have seen the aftermath, when the mangled mech was flown back into the city for the regroup.
So yeah, Dearka's spending a lot of time trying to get his suit back up to snuff... And also making a few alterations to it, when he can swing the needed resources. Important to note that while it's powered down, the mech appears significantly less colorful than it usually does in combat.
You might catch him on the ground doing some maintenance to the armor, though it's worth noting that a lot of MS maintenance involves coding and running simulations and diagnostics via the little console and keyboard that's built into the cockpit... So there's a good chance you might also just spot him sitting up there with the hatch open so he can stretch a little easier. 50/50 odds he might be either alert and fixated on the screen, fingers flying in a show of the classic coordinator super power, Extremely Fast Typing... Or he might just be sitting up there, kicked back with his eyes closed and trying to catch a little cat nap while some program finishes running.]
PHASE 2.]
[Dearka's efforts to increase his mech's versatility on the battlefield have also involved requisitioning some special equipment from other models of mobile suit that he's flown before. Recently, he's managed to procure a classic beam tomahawk to have on hand for situations when Big Fucking Guns aren't really an applicable solution, but he's running into some difficult integrating it into the Buster's design.]
Where the hell should I even mount this thing...?
[He's staring down at the gundam-sized weapon with some vexation. It may not be immediately obvious what he's doing, since while deactivated, the tomahawk kind of just looks like a metal handle with a bracket attached and no blade.]
[BONUS]
[For extra hilarity, threads backdated to before the gala have the additional option for occurring while Dearka has just finished downloading a style upgrade to his ocular... That means he might be doing all this shit while being apparently shirtless, nips on display! He'll be trying really fucking hard to ignore it and will not comment on this unless prompted.]
phase 1 ish.... with bonus
[ and what does he see? dearka, shirtless, working on what appears to be a giant abomiton like... thing. hunter vaguely remembers these machines from dearka's memories, but he is very distracted by the nips ]
What are you doing?
[ put a shirt on :/ :/ :/ :/ ]
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phase 1 after the gala, before the kerfuffle with ratio (and im so sorry)
Another interesting thing about Godzilla. He's weirdly sneaky? Or at the very least he has this unusual habit of just kind of showing up places, he did this when he was over a hundred meters tall too it's just a thing he does.
It's a thing he's done to Dearka today. Entering the hangar has made that familiar nagging sensation worse and led him right to the humanoid faker that the blonde pilot is currently lounging inside of. Suit of armor indeed! No powers that humans barely have control over?! Oh they are going to have a conversation. It's not the only device in this building either, he can sense at least one other. This is going to be a Conversation kind of conversation.
The one mercy is the big guy doesn't roar, it might blow out someone's eardrums echoing in this building. No instead he gets within grasping distance of Dearka and his machine before slamming his tail onto the ground, hard, while lighting up his dorsal spines to make sure his displeasure is fully known. ]
Pilot Dearka. [ His tone is remarkable calm, level. It contrasts with the growl that follows his words. ] I ill-like being lead to a missed location. We will have words. Now.
[ Misled. He dislikes being misled. ]
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the tail tapping HELP why is that so cute!!!
because Goji is an adorable cranky old man
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you know what's happening here,
Yzak glances at his partner at the question and then steps around to the side of the Buster, inspecting it closely. As of right now, things are quiet, peaceful, fully-clothed. Nothing is Weird or amiss! ]
There should be room to mount it beneath the missile launchers in the back, just like where the ZAKUs have them.
LOL rip
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bless you for moving the action forward that efficiently LMAO
we need the titty time, also 1/2
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I didn't lose this tag, shut up
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Phase 2
He's been lurking around the hangar here and there for his own personal reasons, once he realized it existed. He's a cyborg, after all, and his job isn't to do his own maintenance or repairs. His masters do that for him. And now . . . that would be LILITH, wouldn't it? They'll probably handle it for him, but if Gigan has the opportunity to get to personally know people who have the experience to help him out in a pinch, it seems like a good idea to do that. This seems like where those people all congregate.
He looms behind Dearka, looking down over his head at the device, which he can't identify on sight when it's deactivated.]
Dunno, what is it? Start with that!
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Phase 2
A nosey fox who has wandered over to Dearka and right past him, leaning forward with a hand on her chin and another reaching out to gently poke at the Lightning Buster. ]
Somewhere on your armor, I would think. [ She hums thoughtfully, tails and ears flicking while she straightens her posture and looks at the... metal... hilt with no blade. Weird, maybe the blade is summoned by some manner. Anyway. ] The outer thigh, perhaps?
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Yzak Jule | Gundam SEED | Revelation | OTA!!
At the moment, Yzak seems to be moving back and forth between the Buster and the Duel, checking them out, making notes, taking measurements on a couple of the weapons mounted to his robot's arms. ]
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Gigan interrupts him taking a measurement by sticking his face right in there close to the Duel.]
This yours? So this is your immense physical prowess!
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DID NOT LOSE THIS TAG I SWEAR (lying)
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before the kerfuffle...
Like what Dearka dealt with, Godzilla's odd unintentional stealth sees him coming up on Yzak as he's on one of his trips between the two mobile suits. It's a little less violent of an initiation of contact though. Instead of slamming his tail he just kind of reaches down and puts his hand on Yzak's shoulder, firmly turning the human to face him... or well, face up at him, while he snorts out a puff of smoke. ]
You possess one of these fakers as well. I am not pleased by this.
[ He's really not! ]
c:
:3
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holy fuck im reposting this because of one missed word because it was an IMPORTANT ONE GOMENASORRY
lol. lmao
🤡
🎪
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II.
[ ooc: Also open to wildcards. FYI robot havers, I asked mods and they've said you can purchase LILITH's tech upgrades for your robot! ]
1, it's our time
Is this yours?
eyyy cmhere
tehee
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II
How's you controlling this thing work, anyway? I'm ready when you are!
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I. pre-kerfuffle with ratio.
On one of his patrols around the complex to check on the nuclear powered machines and make sure they aren't about to explode or suddenly start attacking their former masters Godzilla catches sight of one of his not so favorite people, poking around one of his very not so favorite things. The only bright side is this humanoid faker doesn't seem to be oozing radiation like the others, so at least it's not as much of a threat to everyone just by merely existing.
How the big guy manages to move sometimes without making too much noise? Who knows. All that's known for sure is he's currently Loomingâ„¢ behind Elan, tail twitching in agitation, lizardy eyes fixed on blinkingly on him. ]
Green Furred One. You possess a faker as well. [ A snort accompanied by some smoke, like he does. ] This makes far more sense than most things.
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II
The fox woman's looking thoughtfully at the robot while calling her rigging up, a carrier deck made of blue fire the length of her arm appearing at her right side. ]
Only one way to find out. Start with small arms and work my way up or do you want to skip straight to the bombs and cannons?
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