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[1]
[At the wee hours of the night, most people are sleeping. But most people doesn't include Kagura, who has been rather suspiciously busy carrying around instrumentation and personnel around for weeks now. And now, in an office, she's checking some results, the massive robot armor looking as incongruous as usual when it comes to handling normal-sized sheets of paper.
The battle suit masks her face, as always... but as she reads she practically irradiates a perceptible aura of frustrated irritation. And impatience. Kagura needs this done yesterday, and it's not advancing fast enough.]
"SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE ATLANTIC". YEAH, THAT'S PRECISE ENOUGH FOR RECON. LIKE THAT ISN'T OVER A HUNDRED MILLION CUBIC KILOMETRES. YOU PACK OF CHUCKLEFUCKS.
THERE HAS TO BE SOME WAY TO SPEED THIS UP. THERE HAS TO.
[2]
[(Only people with existing CR with Kagura in this prompt, please)
A bit later, Kagura is outside. Well outside Alhambra base and, more unusually, outside her suit. The small form of the Mistletoe, however, is impossible to miss in the night - while every mistletoe always has had a slight glow in their eyes, owing to their nature as SOL and LUNA energy reactors, Kagura's irises right now are green lights strong enough to see at two hundred paces - an adorable flashlight strong enough to read to. And the occassional crackle of electricity whips the air in the surrounding area even as she floats there doing nothing but look towards the east. Some pebbles even intermitently vibrate and float under her.
Her posture is also somewhat different. She used to stand against herself, standing in defiance of a body that didn't want to. But right now she looks stronger. More upright. You could even say a little healthier. At least as long as you don't look at her face. Because that face is equal parts enraged... and worried. Perhaps even a little scared. And definitely lost in thought.]
[3]
[The next day, a long distance away, Kagura looks at an empty, ruined building. She checked the forms and had words with the on-site foreman - the thing is scheduled to be demolished tomorrow. And she's allowed and in fact welcomed to assist with civilian issues if it does not directly contradict any of her current standing orders. It will do.
The battle suit makes a turn around the building for a minute, scans making certain no life forms are picked up inside. Then she floats above it, stops, opens a hand...
*BBBBBZZZZOWNT!*
...and a huge beam of SOL energy, easily as powerful as anything Kagura has ever used, falls from her and pierces the building to the basement before exploding in a spectacular silver and orange explosion, which is followed by a rain of silver LUNA beams Macrossing out of her back to intercept and annihilate all the debris that comes out flying. All that remains by the end is a somewhat melted crater and rubble. And not even particularly large rubble. That was... pretty excessive, really. At least the cleanup people aren't going to need much more than shovels to clean up what's left.
After that, she begins floating back. But while she made sure to do this a good distance away from the usual UG haunts, the fact that someone blew up a building in a pillar of fire and plasma is kinda hard to diguise if anyone happened to be anywhere near this town.]
[At the wee hours of the night, most people are sleeping. But most people doesn't include Kagura, who has been rather suspiciously busy carrying around instrumentation and personnel around for weeks now. And now, in an office, she's checking some results, the massive robot armor looking as incongruous as usual when it comes to handling normal-sized sheets of paper.
The battle suit masks her face, as always... but as she reads she practically irradiates a perceptible aura of frustrated irritation. And impatience. Kagura needs this done yesterday, and it's not advancing fast enough.]
"SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE ATLANTIC". YEAH, THAT'S PRECISE ENOUGH FOR RECON. LIKE THAT ISN'T OVER A HUNDRED MILLION CUBIC KILOMETRES. YOU PACK OF CHUCKLEFUCKS.
THERE HAS TO BE SOME WAY TO SPEED THIS UP. THERE HAS TO.
[2]
[(Only people with existing CR with Kagura in this prompt, please)
A bit later, Kagura is outside. Well outside Alhambra base and, more unusually, outside her suit. The small form of the Mistletoe, however, is impossible to miss in the night - while every mistletoe always has had a slight glow in their eyes, owing to their nature as SOL and LUNA energy reactors, Kagura's irises right now are green lights strong enough to see at two hundred paces - an adorable flashlight strong enough to read to. And the occassional crackle of electricity whips the air in the surrounding area even as she floats there doing nothing but look towards the east. Some pebbles even intermitently vibrate and float under her.
Her posture is also somewhat different. She used to stand against herself, standing in defiance of a body that didn't want to. But right now she looks stronger. More upright. You could even say a little healthier. At least as long as you don't look at her face. Because that face is equal parts enraged... and worried. Perhaps even a little scared. And definitely lost in thought.]
[3]
[The next day, a long distance away, Kagura looks at an empty, ruined building. She checked the forms and had words with the on-site foreman - the thing is scheduled to be demolished tomorrow. And she's allowed and in fact welcomed to assist with civilian issues if it does not directly contradict any of her current standing orders. It will do.
The battle suit makes a turn around the building for a minute, scans making certain no life forms are picked up inside. Then she floats above it, stops, opens a hand...
*BBBBBZZZZOWNT!*
...and a huge beam of SOL energy, easily as powerful as anything Kagura has ever used, falls from her and pierces the building to the basement before exploding in a spectacular silver and orange explosion, which is followed by a rain of silver LUNA beams Macrossing out of her back to intercept and annihilate all the debris that comes out flying. All that remains by the end is a somewhat melted crater and rubble. And not even particularly large rubble. That was... pretty excessive, really. At least the cleanup people aren't going to need much more than shovels to clean up what's left.
After that, she begins floating back. But while she made sure to do this a good distance away from the usual UG haunts, the fact that someone blew up a building in a pillar of fire and plasma is kinda hard to diguise if anyone happened to be anywhere near this town.]
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WHEN I FOUGHT IN THE CARDINAL SHAFT, SOME OF THE SIGNATURE OF THE ETERNAL CALENDAR STUCK TO MY ARMOR AS IT NEARLY KILLED ME. I'VE HAD SOME PEOPLE TRYING TO TRACE THE WAVELENGTH. AND THEY TELL ME THEY HAVE A PING SOMEWHERE UNDER THE ATLANTIC.
THERE MAY BE ANOTHER ETERNAL CALENDAR, GENERAL. AND IF THAT IS TRUE, IT COULD VERY WELL BE REBUILDING ALL ITS FRIENDS FOR AN ELECTRIC BOOGALOO RIGHT THE HELL NOW.
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And after that...
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IF YOU HAPPEN TO STAY AROUND IN EARTH FOR A FEW YEARS, THOUGH, DO ME A FAVOR AND KEEP AN EYE ON GRAVEYARD. UNLESS I GREATLY MISS MY GUESS, THINGS ARE GOING TO GET HILARIOUS IN SOME YEARS, AND I'D LIKE IT IF SOMEONE WHO GOT THE JOKE WAS WATCHING.
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I know you do not have much time left...But I trust that you will do the right thing when you cannot control your power anymore. It has been an honor.
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I STILL NEED TO BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF KLEIN, FOR ONE.
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Very well then. Try to live as long as you can, Major. And when it all ends... make sure it happens on your own terms.