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melodiesofkupo2018-05-01 07:09 pm
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Magitek Knight Looking for Adventuring Party - Need Gil! (Video)
The video opens with Connie, clad in full armor and with a gunblade at her side, nervously clearing her throat in a bedroom that has been converted to what looks like half-workshop, half weapons-testing facility, complete with scorchmarks and frost still marring the walls. Her bed has been shoved into a corner to make way for a workdesk overflowing with blueprints, odds, ends, bits, bobs, and other mechanical parts lying beneath a massive sword in a pink sheath, its blade alone easily as tall as Connie.
After standing still for a few seconds like an awkward dork, Connie says, "Um, hey! I'm Connie Maheswaran, if you didn't already know that. Today, Biggs and Wedge recovered, um, this," she scurries over to the workdesk and lifts the sword with surprising ease for someone her size, especially since she's clad in full plate armor laden with extra gadgets, and slings the blade over her shoulder one-handed. "In case you couldn't already tell, this was my, well, kinda mine, sword back home, and I'm really happy to see it again! Except, uh, there's one... problem."
Connie sighs and shakes her head. "I can still fight with it by technicality, but without the proper fixings, I can't use it for anything magitek-related. Which is a problem, considering I'm maining a Magitek Knight asterisk as my primary job, and I don't have the expertise to reforge it into a gunblade. And anybody who knows how to make this thing a proper magitek weapon on top of how to work with whatever weird metal the sword is made of isn't going to offer their services for cheap. I'm fairly certain that with school, I won't be able to get enough gil with a part time job that hires thirteen year-olds to get this to a usable state in any reasonable amount of time.
"Which is why I've turned to the other way to make gil: killing monsters!" Connie smiles cheekily. "By the way, if anybody knows why monsters apparently have gil stuffed into their internal organs, please let me know. I'm still trying and failing to wrap my head around that. Anyways, since most people tend to think that there's no way they should let a kid my age near anything remotely deadly, I should probably lay out my resume.
"I've been trained in swordcraft and battle tactics by literally the most accomplished swordswoman on my planet. I was a participant in the Second Prism War, and my dispersal count was in the dozens before I took down their leader with the help of some of my friends, who was a hypothetically perfect warrior. I've also gone on miscellaneous missions to track down and neutralize monsters native to my home world, again with the help of my mentor and best friend.
"As for my capabilities as a Magitek Knight..." This time, Connie's grin is almost scary. "Allow me to demonstrate." She strides up to the iMog State and turns it to fully face the targeting range, gently leans the giant pink sword against the table, and draws her gunblade. "Firstly, I've spent a few days working on my aim with this thing. For the sake of not burning this house down, I'll be using Blizzard Elemental bullets and lasers." She points the ridiculous weapon at the target circle, and rapidly empties the entire "chamber" of magic charge. Ice shards are clustered in the first and second rings away from the bullseye.
"But that's something anybody who's got the asterisk and hasn't put any effort into training can do. This, however, takes at least some effort." Connie flicks the hammer on the gunblade, and a several-feet long plane of purplish, glowing energy with a charged razor-sharp tip and edge envelops the sword. Gripping it with both hands, Connie slices a training dummy to pieces with calculated grace.
As the dummy's pieces fall to the floor, insides charred, the sword returns to its normal form and Connie turns back to the camera. "That is the Moonlight Module, a variation of my own design on the standard Magitek Sword ability. And now for the final demonstration." Without any further ado, Connie levels her hand at the target and snaps her ring finger. A beam of frigid blue mist filled with shards of jagged ice impacts her target, knocking it backwards and covering it entirely in frost.
"I've also incorporated a system to convert a portion of hostile elemental energy into neurological stimulus to enhance my reaction time and into a partially-charged version of the Moonlight Module, but seeing as I've already had plenty of fun nearly setting myself on fire testing the system on the armor, I'm fairly certain it's just a better idea to let that show in the field," Connie explains. "Alright. Um, that was... pretty much it. I have a Tactician asterisk as well, but I'm focusing on improving my Magitek Knight skills so I can get my Magitek Armor as soon as possible. Go ahead and hit me up if you're interested in my services!"
After standing still for a few seconds like an awkward dork, Connie says, "Um, hey! I'm Connie Maheswaran, if you didn't already know that. Today, Biggs and Wedge recovered, um, this," she scurries over to the workdesk and lifts the sword with surprising ease for someone her size, especially since she's clad in full plate armor laden with extra gadgets, and slings the blade over her shoulder one-handed. "In case you couldn't already tell, this was my, well, kinda mine, sword back home, and I'm really happy to see it again! Except, uh, there's one... problem."
Connie sighs and shakes her head. "I can still fight with it by technicality, but without the proper fixings, I can't use it for anything magitek-related. Which is a problem, considering I'm maining a Magitek Knight asterisk as my primary job, and I don't have the expertise to reforge it into a gunblade. And anybody who knows how to make this thing a proper magitek weapon on top of how to work with whatever weird metal the sword is made of isn't going to offer their services for cheap. I'm fairly certain that with school, I won't be able to get enough gil with a part time job that hires thirteen year-olds to get this to a usable state in any reasonable amount of time.
"Which is why I've turned to the other way to make gil: killing monsters!" Connie smiles cheekily. "By the way, if anybody knows why monsters apparently have gil stuffed into their internal organs, please let me know. I'm still trying and failing to wrap my head around that. Anyways, since most people tend to think that there's no way they should let a kid my age near anything remotely deadly, I should probably lay out my resume.
"I've been trained in swordcraft and battle tactics by literally the most accomplished swordswoman on my planet. I was a participant in the Second Prism War, and my dispersal count was in the dozens before I took down their leader with the help of some of my friends, who was a hypothetically perfect warrior. I've also gone on miscellaneous missions to track down and neutralize monsters native to my home world, again with the help of my mentor and best friend.
"As for my capabilities as a Magitek Knight..." This time, Connie's grin is almost scary. "Allow me to demonstrate." She strides up to the iMog State and turns it to fully face the targeting range, gently leans the giant pink sword against the table, and draws her gunblade. "Firstly, I've spent a few days working on my aim with this thing. For the sake of not burning this house down, I'll be using Blizzard Elemental bullets and lasers." She points the ridiculous weapon at the target circle, and rapidly empties the entire "chamber" of magic charge. Ice shards are clustered in the first and second rings away from the bullseye.
"But that's something anybody who's got the asterisk and hasn't put any effort into training can do. This, however, takes at least some effort." Connie flicks the hammer on the gunblade, and a several-feet long plane of purplish, glowing energy with a charged razor-sharp tip and edge envelops the sword. Gripping it with both hands, Connie slices a training dummy to pieces with calculated grace.
As the dummy's pieces fall to the floor, insides charred, the sword returns to its normal form and Connie turns back to the camera. "That is the Moonlight Module, a variation of my own design on the standard Magitek Sword ability. And now for the final demonstration." Without any further ado, Connie levels her hand at the target and snaps her ring finger. A beam of frigid blue mist filled with shards of jagged ice impacts her target, knocking it backwards and covering it entirely in frost.
"I've also incorporated a system to convert a portion of hostile elemental energy into neurological stimulus to enhance my reaction time and into a partially-charged version of the Moonlight Module, but seeing as I've already had plenty of fun nearly setting myself on fire testing the system on the armor, I'm fairly certain it's just a better idea to let that show in the field," Connie explains. "Alright. Um, that was... pretty much it. I have a Tactician asterisk as well, but I'm focusing on improving my Magitek Knight skills so I can get my Magitek Armor as soon as possible. Go ahead and hit me up if you're interested in my services!"
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"But hey, Shiro and I found each other here." So Hunk smiles at her. "Maybe Steven will turn up. And then you can have an awkward, emotional conversation about that fight you mentioned." And he chuckles, because hoo boy, it sounded like they were all messes.
And so Hunk silently praised the powers that be for making his friends be so... manageable.
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At Hunk's mention of Steven, Connie's eyes drop. "...did I ever tell you exactly why we had that spat?"
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But then he stops for a moment, eyes going a little wider. "Do you want to talk about it?" He'd hate to assume, but he's going from an awkward reclining position to something a bit more presentable, and even wiping the chip crumbs off his apron.
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Wringing her hands, Connie says, "So, um... it all started a few months before it actually, uh, happened. I guess. Steven's dad was kidnapped by a depressed intergalactic tyrant and everybody was scrambling to find a way to get him back. But the thing is they didn't even think about including me. At all. I was begging, pleading with them to let me come, but no, they had to get moving now, who knows what would happen if they delayed for too long, and by the time I was out the door they had already blasted off. Steven apologized before he left, of course, and I can understand why they were in such a hurry, but it still hurt."
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"Well, if they kidnapped his dad, what do you think they would do if they saw you?" He winced, and shrugged his shoulders a bit. Hunk didn't know the whole story, and he might never. "A tyrant isn't going to have any trouble aiming for someone vulnerable." And considering she sounded so hurt, so eager to go and help? She might've made mistakes.
"Plus you're small. Young. An easy target, to some people." He scoffs and sneers at the words, thinking back to times when Pidge had to deal with an enemy that thought she'd be easy pickings. "Did they know what they were up against?"
(( And then this thread wraps up with Connie doubling down on her side of the issue, and Hunk admitting he has no idea because he wasn't there, and getting her to hope that Steven shows up instead, because that's maybe happier. ))