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trans_92010-07-09 10:18 pm
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Proving Ground [ Open To All ]
The sensoriums made for a convenient training ground for all the right reasons, but most of all because they allowed Motoko to cheat. It hardly seemed fair for the world around to be controlled by whatever constituted the strongest mind, or the most established, but on these proving grounds, as ever, fairness was not part of the equation.
The world was a sleepy summer day, warm with cicada song and dry, ragged grass, knee-high in places, scorched to the earth in others. An abandoned, decrepit skeleton of a Soviet military base dominated the landscape, dotted here and there with holes like dark hollow eyes among the crumbling walls and roofless, exposed innards. Once, this place had been alive, and now it was as bleached as bones in the grass, as nature retook what man had conquered.
Here and there the rusted-out remains of tanks slumped where they had been abandoned. Red paint, incongruously fresh, marked a series of them as targets at the far end of a carefully 'makeshift' firing range, though most sat aimlessly, unmarked and unattended. The place nearest the door was dominated by one such tank, perhaps in slightly better repair than the others, and perched upon it was the reason for all the fuss and trials. Major Kusanagi folded her arms and leaned her back against the treads, casting a sidelong look at what was left of Section Nine.
It was going to be a long day.
[ OOC:Wait for Subthreads, please. OKAY, GO GO GO GO! ]
The world was a sleepy summer day, warm with cicada song and dry, ragged grass, knee-high in places, scorched to the earth in others. An abandoned, decrepit skeleton of a Soviet military base dominated the landscape, dotted here and there with holes like dark hollow eyes among the crumbling walls and roofless, exposed innards. Once, this place had been alive, and now it was as bleached as bones in the grass, as nature retook what man had conquered.
Here and there the rusted-out remains of tanks slumped where they had been abandoned. Red paint, incongruously fresh, marked a series of them as targets at the far end of a carefully 'makeshift' firing range, though most sat aimlessly, unmarked and unattended. The place nearest the door was dominated by one such tank, perhaps in slightly better repair than the others, and perched upon it was the reason for all the fuss and trials. Major Kusanagi folded her arms and leaned her back against the treads, casting a sidelong look at what was left of Section Nine.
It was going to be a long day.
[ OOC:
[ Melee ]
"Depends. What type of experience would you like me to have?"
[ Melee ]
This wasn't the time.
"Whatever is necessary," she replied evenly. the Major saw what you did over there with Saito, Ganny, "Why don't you provide an example?"
[ Melee ]
In a burst of speed, she swiftly jumped away from the other woman, right into the open area. Her form quickly shifted into that of an old ally and bounty hunter, much taller than herself.
The fake Rundas moved his hands and called for ice, freezing the nearby tree, completely encompassing it with ice. Another flash, and Gandrayda returned to her normal form. She grinned and gave the tree a quick kick, as the ice cracked and it fell down violently, shattering into millions of tiny pieces.
"Let's just say that's the ....tip of the iceberg."
And then she put on sunglasses and some music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stw7MY9H7Oo&feature=related) started in the back.[ Melee ] argh, I never got the notif. Also, shame on you for the CSI reference
"What's your limit, so far as mass?" this is all business, now, if it wasn't before, and Motoko's full attention was pulled right out in the open and focused on Gandryda with laser intensity.