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!]
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Hold on a sec. Don't start breathing fire yet. If that's even something you can do.
[ LILITH recruited some weird ass Outsiders, but kaiju fighting kaiju takes the cake. ]
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[He watches Elan fiddle around, fascinated and entertained, and also completely uncomprehending. Just because he's half tech himself doesn't mean he understands it. Does the robot shoot fire, he wonders? Beam spam fights suck. Only boring monsters stand around and shoot beams at each other! Godzilla.]
I was gonna get a little more physical with this! I'm not big on ranged attacks. They suck all the fun out of it!
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Let's not fire the beams in here. What if you bring this place down? [ He'll find another way to test it, or better yet, just avoid eating a nuclear blast in the future. The forcefield flips on. ] Oookay. Try your monster punch.
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[He does know intellectually that LILITH is an organization and not a "she," but colloquially, he forgets this more and more. It's definitely not the first thing on his mind right now; that would be stepping back, looking the mech over, and considering exactly how first to monster-punch it. Or more precisely, swing a claw at it.
He finally darts forward and swings his arm wide to bring it back around with a hard jerk, aiming the sharp tip of his warhammer claw directly at the robot's robo-chest.]
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I'd say it was an interesting choice to recruit you in the first place! [ What next? Pushing it to its limit would be the next logical test, but this is feeling like a trust exercise he's not keen on... ] Give it a few hits, but if this thing breaks, try not to cut into my suit! These things don't come cheap!
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[Playfully; Gigan has little in the way of pride unless some serious humiliation is happening. He does punctuate this with another hard slam of his claw against the shield, not because he's offended, but because it's fun. And interesting; how well does LILITH's tech hold up? He could theoretically purchase these upgrades to his own body too, a thought he has mixed feelings on, but isn't ruling out yet entirely.
Before he can get a response, he whirls around to swing his tail at the shield next, driving a row of sharp spikes against it. But this is a less powerful blow in terms of force.]