melodiesoflife | Event || The Empire Strikes Back

Event || The Empire Strikes Back

Characters: Everyone participating in the event
Where: Aqures Ixen
When: July 27th to August 02nd
Summary: The battle for Aqures Ixen is about to begin! The Heroes of Light are going to do their best to defend Aqures Ixen, but will this be enough? Feel free to participate and reply to appropriate threads. New top-level threads will be posted regularly as the battle progresses.
Warning: N/A, will be updated.

July 27th || Mingle
July 28th || Bomb Defusing / Imperial Assault
July 29th || Mingle / Attack on the 13th District / Aerial Battles / Imperial Camp
July 30th || 14th District on Fire / The Hospital / Mognet Office Attacked
July 31st || The Fire Spreads / Betrayals
August 01st || The Second Wave / Ultima Weapon
August 02nd || Final

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Vincent is ignoring the rain. His hair is secured behind him in a loose ponytail, the usual red-bandanna keeping his bangs from his eyes. He is once more in basic black and other dark colors, save for the tarnished gold of his left-hand where the claw is. Covered otherwise all the way up his arms and figure, save that splash of metal and the red around his forehead.

He catches up to MarKus on one of the drops, silent but posture at ease as his firearm sits at his hip. "MarKus." Greeting, as usual his tone is neutral. But the nod of his head implies that he is glad to see the other.

[OOC: Sorry if Vincent frightens anyone. He's rocking Gunner/Ninja right now, and dressed to blend in to shadows.]

His crew had seen him in the shop once or twice already, and MarKus knew him well enough, but getting the drop on them gets most of the other guys to reach for 'something' while MarKus just whips around and jerks back.

"THE FUCK!" he shouts in protest and shock.

"Dude, don't do that shit right now." he gripes after recognizing Vincent. "Whattya need man. Tell me the gun didn't mess up... not now..." Time wasn't on his, or their, side at all.

A blink, and Vincent inclines his head. "My apologies." He really hadn't actually meant to startle them. How much was his appearance physically, and how much was in how he'd approached? Something he'd analyze later, and adjust as needed.

"No, it is working fine." There might've been the barest upturn at the corner of his mouth. The suggestion of amusement, fondness, in his voice. "Although if you have any particular ammo that would be of aid, I will not turn it down." His eyes-flickered to the cart and its contents. "Leaving weapons for those who find themselves suddenly disarmed?"

For his crew, it was the appearance, for MarKus, it was his approach. That kinda stuff is best for assassinations and pranks, and Vincent didn't seem like he cared for the latter at all.

Maybe one day he could produce elemental bullets, but didn't a job class do that for him. He had Gunner but... he didn't ask for it, or want it. It kinda just happened.

"More to give us an advantage against the enemy. The Empire has a lot of machines they like to use so, lightning-element weapons are going to help a lot. Particularly for those who don't know machines like I do. I assume you do to since, Yuffie likes to say there's giant robots back in your world?"

Sadly Vincent is not carrying the requisite jobs or experience at this point to fire elemental bullets. It was worth asking about in any case. Listening carefully, Vincent nodded and looked over the cart.

It was not usually his style, but perhaps a back-up weapon with the lightening element would be useful.

"Somewhat. Our world is much more advanced technologically than here. I am familiar with training-robots and AIs to assess one's skills, among others." A pause, his head tilted. "If she means the WEAPONs, I am not sure I would classify those directly as 'giant robots' alone."

"I used to work on huge machines that people would control from the inside. Like... a massive suit of armor bigger than these buildings that fired bullets and lasers bigger than YOU are. I used to build and fix them. I kind of miss it but I suppose that's why I ended up a blacksmith."

The closest thing he could see to having a mech he could pilot was a Magitek Knight but...

"At least she tells me the level of tech is close enough I can build one if I really wanted to."

Interesting. Powered armor suits that might fit around a human Vincent could easily conceive of. The idea that they might be as large or larger than the buildings would take more thought. Not the least of which was how complex they would have to be, to be at all controlled well.

It was one thing to pilot an airplane or a submarine. Quite another few levels in complexity, in his mind, to try to pilot something that large, complex, and vaguely humanoid.

"It is probably why you are a skilled blacksmith, if you are used to much more complex mechanisms than are found here." It was easier to figure out simple mechanics, once one was familiar with more difficult and complex ones. Given the ease MarKus had made Vincent a firearm, he could believe it of the other.

"Yeah, but this place has it's limits. OR rather... some of our 'overseers' are being totally selfish on the level of technology here. I'd like to build my own machine, like I had back home but... fuckall if they won't explain the whole power source thing." he gripes.

And then he finally comes out with it. "If they weren't being stupid and obviously selfish and evil, I'd probably go to the empire and see if they'll share the information. I'm not going to deny it's crossed my mind, just for the sake of information, but... they're fuckin evil. Well, not evil but they're... UGH, don't get me started on morality shit..." he gripes, even if Vincent didn't GET him started.

"Point is, they're the perspective bad guys, and that's not where I belong. I just want a robot damnit."

Vincent was used to tirades like this from his time adventuring with Avalanche. Generally it required very little on his part for a response, and was usually enlightening. If slightly exasperating or annoying when done too often.

Then again, he could see that this was a trait MarKus and Yuffie shared. Along with a penchant for doing their own thing regardless of others. Not out of any sense of malice, simply because of head-strong youth. No wonder they were dating; privately Vincent wished them luck.

"Perhaps during the attacks you'll be able to claim some salvage and look at their power-sources." He himself was looking over the stockpile, and hefted up a long knife. It had been years since he had fought close-up, but having a back-up would not go amiss. "May I?" Asking permission, ready to pay if he must or be told no.

Both of Vincents comments are met with a shrug.

"Sure, go ahead." He wasn't the first to ask from equipment from the emergency lightening barrel. The weapons weren't of the best quality. You know, the stuff MarKus would proudly boast about.

Those weren't they.

"So... what really brought you around? I saw Yuffie earlier and she's not with you now."

Vincent took the dagger, securing it by the holster for his fire-arm. It didn't need to be supreme quality, since it was a back-up. His eyebrow raised at the question. "She tends to act on her own. I've been learning and practicing the quick routes around the city."

Ahh, so it was by chance.

"I see. Well we're going all over town. Not any backroads though. We know where we're headed, and we're going right there." He pantomimes his hand going right down the path.

Vincent nodded his head, following where MarKus pointed and cataloging it to check around later. "I will keep my eyes open." Bringing up his left hand, Vincent gave a little wave and turned to head off back to his routes.

He would keep an eye out for MarKus's stashes, and point anyone towards them if needed, while he was running around and patrolling.

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