Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion
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Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Greensboro, North Carolina
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(looking exhausted; faced flushed) I need to get to work...
I said sit-(uses Poltergeist)down!
Ah! (flung and pinned on a sofa-chair. starts struggling) I-I need to-
Sorry. But I believe I have more aptitude with this ability compared to Chelchu. You're taking a break, Georashi-ittokui.
No! There's so much to do! (strains to get up) What will they do if-
If what?! If their commander is killing herself from overworking?
N-no... I can't stay put-<her forehead is felt>ah?
Mattaku... You even have a fever now. What say you if I- <repositions hand to grasp her head and uses Willbreaker> cool you down for a bit?
Unghn... <slumps down as she is rendered incapable of cohesive thought>
I swear... Sometimes, you're more of a workaholic than Nanoha...
Can I ask you some questions?
What's your role in service?
I'm... Leader of the... Rogue squadron... and a... Combat Instructor...
Correct. And as a leader, what the
do you think you're doing now?! Feeling guilty about <insert random redshirts' names>? It wasn't your fault, you know.
N-no... I'm their leader... I should have-
Damare. And because of that, you've been overworking...
No. I'm just fulfilling my role as a leader... I must be strong... If not... (shoulders start shaking) What will happen to the team's morale?
A well-accepted and logical assumption from a leader... Strength to ignore grief and be strong for her subordinates.
Dakara... (somehow manages to try getting up)
Baka ka, omaewa? <pushes her down by the head> As I can see, you're failing miserably...
Oji-chan... (tears start appearing) Please...(a single tear starts rolling down her cheek) I must...
Rest... Or if you're stubborn... Then let's talk for a bit...
Nanoha and Kha are handling things for now.
Ah? T-they musn't. I-it's my-
Do NOT make me bind you to the chair, Keroko. Saate... What I want to see now is not your strength nor fortitude... Show me, Georashi...(hand starts glowing) You're weakness and vulnerability... If you can't handle the pressure, I'll be removing it.
Luckily overworking has never been an issue under O’Neil’s command…
The picture wobbles as the camera man walks the halls speaking to the audience as he dose. “This is Atuwe Bilford reporting from inside the SOPCC as part of my continuing captivit— err embedded expose. During this segment we’ll be talking a peak at what the hard working members of this prestige unit do in an average day, let’s begin at the top shall we?”
Before the camera was a door with the words “CO General O’Neil” Emblazed on the door. Without even bothering to knock Atuwe reached out and pushed it open. “Behold our fearless leader…” Atuwe deadpanned as he filmed O’Neil reclining in his chair with his feet up on top of a stack of paper work snoozing. “I’m sure he’s just resting after a marathon work session.” The camera man deadpanned. “Let’s move on.”
Video fades out and comes back up again to show the interior of a gym. “Here at the SOPCC a sharp and focused mind is just as important as a strong body, here we see a pair of unit members practicing the age old art of mediation.” The camera man continues to approach the Teal’c and Mitchell seated in the center of the gym on a mat. As he nears Mitchell’s back a slight snoring sound can be heard. Pausing for a moment he lifts his foot into the frame and gives him a slight shove tipping him over.
“Well one of them is anyway.”
Scene fades out and back in to show a rec room.
Two men are seated in front of a TV pounding furiously on a pair of video game controllers in an attempt to blast each other out of the sky in the flight sim they’re playing. A loud explosions echoes over the stereo and the younger man let’s out a shout of victory.
“BULLSHIT! Thing is fucking rigged!” Felix cursed as he was blasted out of the sky again and slammed the controller on the floor.
“What are you talking about I even let you pick the stage!” Michael shot back annoyed.
“You keep picking the cheap plane, you need to use a real plane!”
“God you are such a sore loser!”
“No you’re just a lamer!”
“That’s it I’m not playing with you anymore, you take all the fun out of it!” Michael huffed and left.
“Yeah run away and hang your head in shame you damn cheater!” Felix yelled after him only then did he notice the cameraman in the room. “The hell you think you’re looking at paperboy!?”
“Moving on again…”
Another scene change…
“Here we have the office of perhaps the only borderline responsible officer on the base let’s take a peek.” Atuwe pushed open the door to show Cipher with his back to the door at his desk working on a computer. “Well this is refreshing it would seem we have someone acutally working!” Atuwe moved in closer and as he reached a position to see over Cipher’s shoulder noted several key things which he zoomed in one by one. First off he
have a half finished report on the screen… but it was half covered by a game of solitaire, and second in his hand was a can that was clearly a beer.
“Well Cipher always has been an exceptional multi-tasker… Let’s leave him to his work.”
The scene shifts to what is clearly a very high tech lab we can hear grinding and welding occurring at the rear as the camera man moves deeper and finally the occupant comes into view.
“Ahhh Carter, surely this widely respected and renowned scientist will be hard at work on some ground breaking invention!” Atuwe announces melodramatically before making his presence known. “Lt.Colonel, if you have a moment would you mind telling us what you’re working on, it appears to a robot of some sort…”
“Acutally it’s a battlebot, I just finished mounting the Trinium armor plating, and the anti-graivty drive is already installed so now I just need weapons! I can’t decide between a particle beam or a laser cannon though…”
“Why not both.” Atuwe dead panned.
“Hmmm come to think of it if I rerouted some power for them through the inertial dampers power feed… and upgraded one of the power packs to a mark.X I could probably…” She quickly moved over to a set of blueprints on the wall and began scribbling excitedly. “Yeah that could work… and the combination thermal/kinetic damage would be deadly! Now I’ll need to modify this shunt though and cut her--”
“We’re not going to get much more out of her anytime soon so let’s keep going.”
Next up is a space that looks more like a museum then a room on a military base. Seated at the center of it at a table covered with a half dozen sprawled books and dead to the world is one Dr. Daniel Jackson. “This might look like work, but trust me he lives for this stuff; we’ll let’s see what he’s up too... Dr. Jackson?” Nothing. “Dr. Jackson?” Ignored. “Daniel!”
“Yes, what?!” He stammered looking up and quickly scanning the room for the voice.
“Good book much?” Atuwe asked flatly.
”Extremely so you see this manuscript documents the earliest history of the 43rd administer world, and--” He began enthusiastically.
The video suddenly skips 15 minutes judging by the clock at the corner of the screen
“And so as you can clearly see this document refutes a half dozen long standing theories and puts the cultures development into an entirely new perspective!” And ended just as much so.
“Fascinating.” Atuwe mimed.
“I know, it’s truly and incredible find!”
“Well I wouldn’t want to distract you anymore and I have places to be so I’ll be going…”
“You’re sure you can’t stay? I wanted to scan some of these pages digitally as a few words are obscured but I think we might be able to recover them I could use the help…” Daniel remarked mildly disappointed.
“Quite, sure.” Atuwe replied and exerted just enough effort not to appear to flee the room.
Atuwe was now wandering the halls seemingly searching for something when he happened upon someone else in the hall and decided since he own search was proving ruitless he might as well see if he might have a clue.
“Hey, have seen Pixy?”
“Oh he’s gone fishing.” The man replied amiably.
“That was lame.” Atuwe replied to the weak joke.
“No I’m serious he left for the lake like half and hour ago with a bucket of worms and a fishing pole.” The man clarified.
The scene faded out again.
Atuwe is now on screen addressing the audience in the bases main Rec Room.
“As should be clear by now the elite members of the SOPCC are always ready, ever vigilant and diligent in they’re continuing mission to keep
safe. This stalwart band is doing it’s outmost to keep you the citizenry safe and they certainly deserve our respect for having the moral fiber to undertake such a taxing and joyless duty…”
“Hey Paperboy we’re going to head out and get trashed you in or what?” Felix shouted sticking his head in for one entrances.
Atuwe glanced back at him then at the camera. “This is Atuwe Bilford signing off; because I absolutely need those drinks.”
The issue is really more trying to get ANYTHING done...
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