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DEPLOYMENT 19: Mech Warrior

[ACTION - A JUNE 8 (847 Goldberg, Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]

[On the morning right before the Blackwing Project virus is unleashed, Balin gets his own package in the mail, sitting right by the mailbox. He picks it up to take a look at it, realizing quickly just how heavy it is, and setting it back down again just a few steps onto the driveway.]

[If it's this heavy, it's got to be some kind of hardware he had back on the front lines ... but the town's already given him back his Series 3 shotgun, which means—]

[Balin promptly starts opening the package right then and there, tearing it open almost like a kid on Christmas. Then he puts on what's inside—pieces of armored plate and underlayers, fitting right over his usual PT uniform. Boots excepted, of course—he swaps those out with the armored ones in the package.]

[Neighbors or passerby on the street might see him putting it on—and of course, so will the housemates, since he'll be going back inside the house to take care of a few last things before heading off to work.]

[ACTION - B JUNE 8 (Anywhere in Mayfield, Late Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Balin's feeling a lot more like his usual self now that he has his Mech Armor suit back, and it shows. He's wearing it everywhere he goes today, whether it's working at the construction yard or on his daily physical training regimen. For anyone who's met him before—especially back during the memory corruption—Balin carries himself in a more confident way as he goes about his business.]

[ACTION - C JUNE 9 (Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[When the Blackwing virus shows itself, though, it's back to business.]

[He'd heard Ciel's phone call about it, but this time, he's not going to trust Caesar to the battle nun's care. With more of his hardware and Logos Abilities in his possession than last year, Balin's a lot more confident in his ability to hold ground against something so infectious. This kind of thing is, after all, exactly why he spent so much time trying to make homebrew Claymore mines.]

[But while he does have a number of usable prototypes on hand, neither he nor Quinn have had the time to work out a control system for selectively detonating the mines from a single location. He also doesn't have the blasting supplies on hand, which means ...]

[Balin's decided to take a risk while the outbreak is in its relatively early stages to try and get blasting caps and supplies from the construction yard for rigging up to the makeshift mines he'd built at the house. He's almost certain that the town's going to turn into a war zone very quickly, which is why he's armed, armored, and dangerous. Care to prove him right?]

[ACTION - D JUNE 10-11 (Goldberg Street, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[The Blackwing zombies may retain enough tactical skill to set up ambushes and traps, but Balin's not about to be shown up by the undead. For the infected, Goldberg Street is a deathtrap—Balin's set up the house with the rough homebrew claymore designs he'd been building and experimenting with for the past few weeks.]

[Whether you're a survivor or an infected, you might occasionally hear the sound of a Claymore detonating every now and then if you're in the area. Or you might spot Balin using his Logos Abilities and firearms to clean up the streets. And he's probably not alone in fighting them.]

[PHONE JUNE 12 (Afternoon)]

[Once it's clear that the virus has burned itself out, Balin's going to see Quinn about finishing up the perimeter defense project properly. This time though, he's going to phone ahead.]

Yo, Quinn? I gotta speak with you on somethin'. You free?

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[Utsuho can recognize basic problems and their solutions!

...though she is curious about that armor-shell-whatever. Red tended to stick out when birds or human eyesight was involved.

The hellraven shakes Balin around briefly like a tin can as she turns in the direction he had pointed in.]

What's this? You're not a kappa. Why do you have a shell?

[~~DAMMIT OKUU I AM NOT A CAN OF BONK! ATOMIC PUNCH STOP SHAKING ME UP—~~]

It ain't'a shell, it's body armor!

...what's the difference?

[A TURTLE IS A TURTLE.]

Edited 2012-06-17 04:08 (UTC)

[Girl, I'm a Demolitionist, I don't turtle like an Engineer!]

This ain't a part of my body.

[Or, hm, how to put this in a way Utsuho can understand ...]

It's like clothes.

[IS BALIN GOOD DEMOMAN]

...unyu.

[The hellraven sets her wings to coast on the nearest thermal, and stares down at her now very red passenger.

It certainly didn't look like any clothes she had seen before...]

[IF I WERE A BAD DEMOMAN I WOULDN'T BE SITTIN' HERE IN THE ARMS OF A NUKEBIRD NOW WOULD I]

[... Though he's left wondering what it is Utsuho's doing since it feels like they're just gliding around, and she isn't making a beeline for the construction yard anymore.]

What's'a trouble?

[Utsuho seems to wake up again--and then shakes Balin around for good measure before she picks up her speed.]

Looking.

[Each wingbeat seems to close the distance faster and faster.]

[—Boy she loves shaking people doesn't she? This is like the third time he's been subject to it. Is she hoping he'll rattle around in his armor like a pebble?]

You really never seen anyone wearin' armor before?

[... Though come to think of it, there aren't many examples of full body armor that he's seen here in Mayfield. Just Garviel Loken (and by tomorrow or the next day, Jane Shepard) ...]

[At least she stops for what seems like for good this time!]

Not really. At least ones that aren't dead already. Armor and magma don't work together very well.

[ABOUT THAT HEAT STROKE.

...though she's reached the construction site now. To the point where she might be flying over it.]

Good thing I got armor that does.

[Utsuho might not be able to see the confident smirk on his face, but she'll definitely hear it. Though as he looks down over the city he realizes they're already here.]

Yo, there it is. Down below us!

[Though she did hear that--]

Unyu?

[TRAIN OF THOUGH BROKEN.

She swings to a stop, backwinging a bit to carry herself back over to a spot she could land. There were the skeletons of buildings over here, some almost finished ones over there, and--]

Down?

[And from about, oh...ten or maybe fifteen feet up, she just...drops him.

Okuu didn't know about the armor's cushioning abilities in the least, but even squishy humans seemed able to survive that kind of drop. Right? Right.]

[Until this point, Balin could have thought of Utsuho being like the living equivalent of an AFS dropship.]

Yeah, down—

[Right up until that sudden lurch from being let go.]

[Actually this probably fits the term "dropship" in a more literal sense.]

—nnuuuooaaaa the fuck?!

[That's about all he has time to say. Though Balin's had plenty of experience with dropping from a high altitude. He knows how to properly break a fall like this.]

[... And when he hits the ground, he tumbles forward several feet in a haphazard roll, making sure he doesn't hit his head.]

[By the end of it, he's laid out on the ground, on his back. And he does not look amused, watching that smug nukebird up there.]

[And off she goes to roost on the nearby support frame of what will, presumably, one day be a building. Whenever Mayfield gets around to that, anyway.

She stuck around in a hover long enough to make sure he at least wasn't dead or something. SHE'S HELPING.

After that, though, she nonchalantly shakes her wings out before folding them away. Utsuho looks around soon after she lands, like some kind of massive guard dog crouching on that structure.]

Edited 2012-06-17 06:00 (UTC)

[After Utsuho's good and settled on the support frame, Balin sits up and calls after her.]

Real fuckin' funny.

[... For a moment there he was really considering shooting her with Lightning IV again just to get back at her—but with the outbreak of that zombie virus he can't spare time or energy upping the ante.]

[Besides, Virginia would get on his case, even if what Utsuho did could have killed him if he hit his head on something. For now, though, he gets back up on his feet.]

Edited 2012-06-17 06:11 (UTC)

[Utsuho's gaze fixes on one particular direction--one that isn't at Balin for once--and she holds her hand out as fire crackles about her fingers. A fireball grows at her fingertips--and grows and grows until it's about the size of a beachball.

Then she flings it away from herself a bit like a pitcher would throw a fastball.

When it lands well beyond the construction area, a few gurgling, almost inhuman screams follow it. Some miscellaneous possibly-human parts and rotten limbs are thrown up into the air from the concussive force, as well.

Okuu seems undisturbed, as she looks back at Balin soon after.]

Are those feathers?

[She's pointing at the armor on his chest.]

[—huhwhat. Balin glances down at his armor.]

Where?

[Unless she meant—Balin looks back up, pointing to the "Reap the Wild Wind" design on his chestplate.]

You mean'is?

Why do you have feathers and a shell?

[YOU ARE A VERY STRANGE TURTLE, SIR.]

[... Oh for fuck's sake didn't he just say this wasn't a shell—]

... It's paint. I don't got feathers.

[Derp.]

Unyu.

[Hey Okuu, the rest of that design looks familiar too, doesn't it?]

Oh for fuck's sake, you don't even know what paint is?

[Her feathers immediately fluff up at the suggestion.]

Of course I do! And that's a cloud, there, too.

[Point. Pointpoint. She knows what a mushroom cloud looks like!]

[Looking back up at her again.]

Okay, on'at, you're right. But not on'a "feathers."

[She ought to know! It's quite like the one everyone saw back on Thanksgiving. Only without all the screams.]

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I HAVE NEVER USED THIS ICON BEFORE

That is glorious. XD

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