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  • Birthday 11/27/1995

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    A lot. Music. Writing. Art. Programming. Gaming. Et cetera.

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  1. 5/5. Your art's pretty iconic; I doubt I'd forget it easily.
  2. This is a fantastic contest idea! I'm excited to see everyone's entries. I'm really tempted to enter this category (I probably don't have a chance in the building or drawing categories), but I'm not very familiar with the G2 storyline. We'll see if I can put something together.
  3. IC (Kynaera, train): Kynaera saw the jabs and guessed what they meant, but so much of her concentration was focused on increasing gravity that, in the split-second it took her to shift her focus to her Kualsi, one of the bursts struck her. Her mask threw her behind the two Toa before the brunt of the guard's blow could hit, but Kynaera's feet still hit the ground heavily, her diaphragm expanded to recover her lost breath, her audio receptors rang like bells, and her side stung as if it were covered in biting, stinging insects. A pair of crystal bursts and a gunshot struck the wall near Kynaera's former position. She glanced to her right, saw that the eyes of every defender were trained on her, and sighed. This was a stupid idea. This was such a stupid idea. Such thoughts wouldn't help her now--she was all about efficiency, managing time and saving energy and streamlining her thinking processes so that, in the heat of battle, she could act like a machine--but they crowded her head anyway. She was sluggish in looking out the window across from her and activating her mask, although sluggishness to her was measured in milliseconds. Everything was wrong. They hadn't strategized enough. She hadn't pushed the issue. She'd been overconfident. Makuta would have... Suddenly, she was stumbling in the sand, falling to her knees on a dune. The sun burned her back, and the sand burned her legs. She pulled her hood over her head, pulled her cloak about her, and straightened up. The train clattered away. She began walking after it, taking time to catch her breath.
  4. Real life can hurt, but it's actually pretty wonderful.

  5. IC (Kynaera, train): The blade of Kynaera's staff slammed into a train seat's back and stuck there, quivering. Still holding onto the staff, Kynaera finished her spin with both guards in her sight. The Po-Toa's arms bulged as his hammer began to swing again, this time with elbows closer to torso, like a Kolhii player. The Calix-wearer was probably waiting for her next move--she hadn't let go of the staff yet. Or maybe she was at a loss, too. Kynaera breathed in a quick breath, just enough for her abdomen to tense up, like a diver about to leap into the water. The shouting from the other side of the train car (Taranis and Tenjin? someone worse?) was muddled and indistinct in her ears. The sounds her brain did emphasize were odd, small ones: breathing, her feet sliding slightly upon the floor, a ringing that she, if she were more poetic, would have identified as Death whispering into her audio receptor. She increased the gravity on the other side of the staff, the area in which the Calix and hammer guards stood, and then leaped/rolled over the seat to her side. She landed awkwardly--her side hurt as muscles in her sides strained to restore balance--and increased the gravity further, trying to render the guards immobile. Until they were neutralized, she could not afford to turn around and help the other members of the heist. One step at a time. One step at a time...
  6. IC (Kynaera, train): Kynaera felt a tug on her weapon and reacted quickly, jabbing the weapon backward with a sharp thrust and turning around, using the Calix-wearer's grip like a fulcrum to pivot herself out of range of the Po-Toa's hammer.
  7. OOC: The following post was written with two assumptions in mind. Assumption 1: the Po-Toa fired an actual shotgun (which isn't very relevant to the post itself but to my interpretation of your post). ('Twas clarified that the Po-Toa DIDN'T have an actual shotgun.) Assumption 2: the Po-Toa's shotgun is not powerful enough to cripple a Toa wearing armor after only one shot. If either of these assumptions is wrong, please let me know. IC (Kynaera, train): Kynaera barely noticed the loss of control over the Po-Toa's local gravity, so as he swung his hammer to knock away one end of her staff, her reactions were slow. Bang! A sharp pain flooded the right side of Kynaera's face and multiplied in constellations down her right side. Her reflexes, honed by years of experience, activated her Kualsi and flung her behind the Po-Toa, back on the other side of the doorway. She stumbled, righted herself quickly, and turned around. The battle-noises of the train car behind her and the darkness in her right field of vision combined in a disorienting manner. Her side burned like fifty heated needles had been jammed through her armor and into her skin. It took her a split-second to realize her right eye had been blinded. In the same split-second, she jabbed at the Po-Toa's side.
  8. Yo, I'm really sorry about my recent inactivity. I'm reviewing the latest posts in Po-Wahi now and will write a new Kynaera post ASAP. This is really irresponsible of me, but because I didn't specify in my post, I don't remember where I intended Kynaera to teleport. Your interpretation makes the most sense to me and is likely parallel with my original intentions, but, because I never specified in my post, any resultant confusion about Kynaera's position is my fault. I can clarify in my next post Kynaera's exact location if that would help.
  9. Hey, did I miss anything in Po-Koro that I needed to respond to? I've been keeping track of the topic but didn't notice things progressing in the train heist.
  10. IC (Kynaera, train): Kynaera's forearm struck the guard's, which redirected her punch into the air. The guard's Calix flashed. Right as Kynaera felt a fist connecting with her gut, she vanished. Reappearing in the doorway behind the guard, she landed a little clumsily. Right. Calix. Whoops. She slid to the side so that the Calix guard would have to reach to hit her, drew her staff, activated its blades, and jabbed it at the Toa of Stone's underarm.
  11. As a busy college student, I actually appreciate the train heist's taking its time, so please don't speed it up too much, haha.
  12. IC (Kynaera, train): Kynaera did not have time to idle, did she? The guard seemed curt and wearied with conversation. Before Kynaera turned around (which she should do in a second if she wanted to remain inconspicuous), she would have to do something while there were only four guards in their train car. Something to prevent more guards from coming, giving the would-be criminals enough time to grab the gold. Something to ensure Kynaera's dignity as a mercenary remained intact. She began to turn around, her eyes sliding from the guard she was facing to the guard by the doorway. And she shunted inconspicuousness to the end of her list of priorities. She ran through a quick plan: increase the gravitational pull on the guard by the doorway so that he couldn't react; jab at the guard in front of her; teleport behind her and stab her with the staff, then draw the attention of the other guards so that the other heist members could act with indiscretion. She ran through the first two steps of her plan--she applied gravity like glue to the doorway guard's frame and, in the middle of her right turn away, jabbed with her left hand at the guard's chin.
  13. I got Pure in the Plastic by Polyenso in the mail yesterday.
  14. No Closer to Heaven is a slight change from The Wonder Years' general output. It's a little more melodic. YMMV. ​ I'd say flattered, but I don't know what others would say about my sense of humor, lol.
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