Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
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Jan 26, 2016 23:54:48 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 26, 2016 23:54:48 GMT 7
She didn't see how her Commander reacted to her actions. She was on Shore Leave and it seemed he was going to be released. When he gently pulled her hand away from his shirt, her eyes lowered a bit. He would then talk to her commander again. But she then lit up as he accepted her invitation....and so did the Captain. Her cheeks puffed a bit in a visible way. The type of look a teen would get when thier parent decided to chaperone thier date. It then occured to her, he could turn this into a friendly investigation. The puffing cheeks went away. She was about to indicate that it would be ok as the Captain could sort of translate for her. But then the order came down, Date for Death. She had to finish her job. However, it seemed the Musician was goign to try and get in the way again.
Letting out a sigh, she dropped her purse. A frown on her face. Small, a little past her regular face. She was disappointed in this whole situation. Not only was he again interferring, but there was no excuse now. They were both identified as Marines. He withstood a Single shot from her hand and her uppercut. She would have to resort to that. Which meant no date, no yummy cafe food. She was now required to return to the ship, because her outfit was about to be wrecked.
Her eyes sharpened as she looked at him. An audible whir coming from all over her body. The wrappings and dress fabric over her ports ripped away revealing all sixteen ports in her body. A glowing blue sphere appearing in each. There was a disturbance in the air around her as massive amounts were pulled into her, compressing the oxygen into sixteen shots. And it kept building. Far beyond her single shot before. She raised her arms up forming a T shape and her palms rotated pointing towards the thief. A twinge of pain showed on her face before the silence came. Then all at once, every port in her body erupted with not a shot of oxygen, but a stream of twisting destruction. The life giving element was now an Element of Massive danger. The Blaze Technique was her most devestating abilitiy and it wouldn't be stopping any time soon without her Captain shutting her down. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 22, 2016 5:16:36 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 22, 2016 5:16:36 GMT 7
Maybird felt the captains hand on she shoulder and it prompted ehr to pop straight to a perfect attention stance. Foot moving quickly for an about face turn to face the two again. Cheeks dried , but eyes still a little glassy. Though for a cyborg that could just be cyborg eyes to many. That was one of the few things in her body that was not replaced artificially. At least yet. She did require glasses to read. She had been farsighted before the accident and while they fixed everything else, they couldn't correct her vision. Then again, being a farsighted gunner was a bit advantageous. They spoke of the music dial again and the song it contained. With the musician's apology and bow, she did look a bit more at him. He was kind of cute. She had a small bit of blush on her cheeks as she caught how he looked.
He spoke more of his mother and band. His goals and dreams. His lonliness struck a chord in her. As he started to walk away, she went and took an uncharacteristic action for her. Normally she wouldn't move in the presence of a Commanding officer without permission, but this was one of the rare times her mind was over ruled. Reaching out, her fingers caught the sleeve of his shirt and pulled on it lightly. She stepped closer and smiled to him, then pointed back towards the cafe before pointing to him, then herself, and back to him, before holding her hands together in front of her to make it seem like a question. She knew she wouldn't be a great conversationalist, but she wanted to hear more from him. And there was bound to be napkins she could write on if she had to respond. The men in the Marines were all too afraid of her last name to spend any time with them, and this was the first cute boy who didn't run from her being a Gremlin. It was an opportunity she had to seize. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 22, 2016 4:57:20 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 22, 2016 4:57:20 GMT 7
For some reason, Squad 11 was called to Cactus Island as well. Down in the hold, the C.R.A.T.E. was wide open as Seaman Maybird Gremlin was trying to get ready for inspection. There was the chance she had to go ashore, far away from her weapons so she had to select her gear now before she went up for Morning formation. Her uniform was sharp on on point. The colors and whites brighter than most, because she did her own laundry. For some reason, when she scrubbed clothing they came out cleaner. Seaman Mayes suggested it was because of her ports. Could the Power of Oxygen really make brights brighter and whites whiter? She would have to test that next time she did the laundry for the entire crew. Because she was going to be walking out with two Destroya Pieces, she did not even bother wrapping the other ports. Her uniform was slightly modified so that she had access to the ports in ehr chest, shoulders, thighs, calves, and feet. Each three inch hole could be completely seen through.
She had some choices to select from. She could only take two, but what two? She could take the missile pods, but that would only give her sixteen shots. And when they were out she only had her port blast. Double Double barrels? That would be a lot of suppresion fire, but she had no big blow attacks in case of giants. Then there was two Destroya Cannons. Heavy power but she would lack the suppression fire capabilities. Mix and match would be a good compromise. She already ruled out the missile pods for now, but one Double barrel and on Cannon would work, Turning around, one of the large 2 m cannons attached through her left chest port. The black peg pushed through her chest to the other side and twisted to lock itself in place before detaching from the wall of her C.R.A.T.E. With it hanging behind her like a cape, she moved her right arm over and the double barrel attached through her forearm and secured itself in the same manner, Barrels rotating around to point up her arm instead of an armed and firing position down past her hands. With weapons in place, she straightened her tie and gave her pigtails a twist to make sure the bolts were on tight.
She then heard the whistle call that announced time for Formation. They had to be close. Walking up the stairs to the deck, she hustled to her position in formation towards the rear and stood at attention. Normally one of her height would be up front, but her cannon had a way of blocking the path behind her. Lesson learned from first armed drill on the sea. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 19, 2016 14:56:09 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 19, 2016 14:56:09 GMT 7
There really wasn't much to do while the Captain talked to the musician. The dial they talked about really didn't interest her. As a matter of fact it only made her hungrier. If she didn't need to rip a hole in her wrappings, she could already be at the cafe eating. The smell of fried conch eminating from the nearby cafe was luring her to break rank and walk away. But she was not given permission to. It wasn't until her Captain said she was a bit on the mute side that she showed any emotion other than hunger. It was a touchy subject for her as her eyes drooped a bit. She didn't like being the only person around that could not speak. She had to rely on script and inflection of hand signals. Once she even asked for a drink using signiform.
When they musician offered his solution of installing a voice box, her heart sank a bit more. Not because of the proposed solution. But because of what she alone knew of her condition. It was even redacted in her Official Medical Forms. Her vocal chords were in perfect working order. The problum was that her brain had lost alot of grey matter and listed fuctions that were lost to her was her ability to breath without direct thought, the ability to dream, and most noteably to the rest of the world the knowledge and ability to verbalize. To her speaking was now as complicated as Theoretical Graviational Physics in the Application of Combat against Devil Fruit Users and the Impact of Seastone on the Local Fishman Economy. Just the notion that speaking was super easy and people did it regularly on a daily basis, many without thinking, made her feel like an idiot.
Tears welled up a bit in her eyes. With this feeling on her skin, she snapped a sudden about face, and moved a hankerchief up to her eyes wiping it away before any evidence was caught. She was a Marine, and Marines did not cry in front of the populace. That was reserved to a crate in the hold that was soundproof and completely dark inside. It was just about that time when the Music box started to play.
The song was lovely. The sound of strings being struck was not lost on her. Neither were the vocal patterns. The echoing sound through the alleyway kept her from turning back around to her Commanding Officer. Eyes closed she listened as she thought to her own father. How kind and gentle he was. Why was it though, the earliest memory she had with him was her crying, holding his hand, and watching a Celestial Dragon and child walk away? Why did that image keep replaying in her head? Error in the Gray Matter Thought Differential? |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 18, 2016 9:24:19 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 18, 2016 9:24:19 GMT 7
As soon as her Captain had barked out the command, the second law clicked into place. She must obey orders given to her by Marine Superiors except where such orders would conflict with the First Law or orders of a Higher Ranked Marine. Instantly she snapped to attention and stood to the side, parting the way for her captain. No Civilian was in a possibility of being harmed and she was close enough to take immediate action in case he meant harm to her Captain. To be fair, she really didn't have a way to identify herself as a Marine in pursuit. As his attention went to the violinist, she stepped back and retrieved her purse. There was a bit of a rattle in her head. Something from the altercation?
Opening her pocketbook, she retrieved a pair of needlenose pliers and unscrewed her left twin tail. With the bolt removed, bringin the hair with it, she placed the tool inside and moved it around slowly. With a bit of fine movement, she found the pesky culprit. The bolt wasn't fastened tightly this morning. She was expecting some easy shore leave and the excitment made her a little lacidasical with grooming. She didn't expect action. With the pebble cleared, she re twisted the bolt back down and gave it an extra turn to be sure it was tight before adjusting the ribbon around the tail. A little more folical teasing and the bolt was gone. She pretty much ignored the insult to her accuracy, there was a pebble to find. Speaking of the culprit, she placed it and the pliers into her pocketbook and closed it up tight. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 18, 2016 5:29:48 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 18, 2016 5:29:48 GMT 7
Maybird watched as the scene unfolded. By the sounds of the musician's words, he stopped her attack on purpose. *click* Impedeing a Marine in the pursuit of Apprehension of a criminal was a crime. Criminals commit crimes. Musician was noted as Criminal, not civilian. *click* This was important as the thief had drawn a pistol and aimed a the musician. Her code did not say anything about protecting criminals. She was too far away from the ship to call in her weapons. Plus she wouldn't be able to fit any of them in the small purse she had. After the violinist had knocked out the other, she approached softly. Right hand clenching. It was going to take a little bit to pull in the reserves to take another shot, but she could handle this hand to hand.
As he turned around and apologized for ruining her shot, she was already right next to him and half way through the swing of an vicious cyborg-rrific uppercut. Her eyes telling of one thing. Her target was now changed. The thief was subdued and could easily be apprehended. She now had to subdue and apprehend the violinist. To think she funded a criminal. Was he a con artisit? Was it even legal for him to open business of his manner in the center of town? As her hand came back down, she tossed her purse to ehr captain, three sets of cuffs clinked inside her purse. Considering he took one of her shots, he wasn't purely human. She would need to break him. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 15, 2016 9:19:16 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 15, 2016 9:19:16 GMT 7
It took a moment but she saw her Captain in the crowd. At least now the song was over and she wasn't bound to pay for another song, she could potentially get out of here and get something to eat before her weekly allowance was spent on music. Especially now that her Captain was talking to him. However, her escape route was interrupted by a man pushing through her and grabbing the violin case. This violinist then took off after him to retrieve it. *click* Observed theft. Theft is a crime. Individual now listed as Criminal, not a Civilian. Law one: She may not injure a civilian or Marine or, through inaction, allow a a civilian or Marine to come to harm. If she allowed the musician to pursue, there was a chance he could come to harm. *click* She looked over to her Captain and snapped to attention. A sign that she was "on the clock" She then took off straight down the street in pursuit.
After turning the corner into the alley, she knew she would not get close enough to physically detain the criminal. She had to act though. Her right hand opened completely. Her palm and the back of the hand seeming to suck inward before the wrapping shredded, revealing the port that could allow one to see completely throguh her hand. But at the moment, there was a brilliant glowing ball in the center of it spinning around. Her eyes locked onto the target and took aim. The violinist crossed her path a few times, but soon enough she had a line. The ball of oxygen raced out like a bullet going for the back of his head. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 13, 2016 23:30:31 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 13, 2016 23:30:31 GMT 7
Maybird smiled as her father noted her approval of the city. But he seemed to miss why she was looking towards the port, her curiosity on what brought him here was maybe not so apparent to her parent. But he then seemed to answer it somewhat. She doubted the Fleet Admiral would bring a good chunk of said fleet to just check in on her reassignment. But then again, he was the top of the world so they might just be the bodyguards to equal his power in case anyone was stupid enough to come against him. Of course she should report to the Captain, but she had to be dismissed from the Captain's superior first. And that wasn't happening immediatly as his next statement came up. When he specifically mentioned the Grandline and the fact he could keep his eyes on her better, her cheeks puffed out a bit. A visible sign of her being upset at that fact. She didn't really have a way to voice her opinion eloquently, but she had to let him know why. She took a steps to his right and looked right at the boat. Pointing to it, she moved her hand back to the shipwright medal on her lapel. She wanted to design a ship that would serve her Father's fleet perfectly and protect him from anything. But she couldn't get real world skills under the constant gaze of the Shattering Judgement. Snapping a turn to face him again, she looked back up to him. She was always going to be his little girl. And the Winds of Fuego system would ensure that she didn't really age. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 13, 2016 10:58:16 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 13, 2016 10:58:16 GMT 7
Maybird noticed the glance he was giving her every so often. Almost as if he was keeping track of her. She was glad she was able to wrap her ports before stepping out on the town. The flesh coloered wrapping was around the ports on her thigh, shin, bicep forearm and around the palms of her hands. When his song ended, she applauded as well. Now off to find some place to eat. Over his shoulder there seemed to be a nice quiet cafe. That would be the place to go. but before she could step away, he mentioned to her about the donation and that he had another song that he wanted a reveiw on. Stopping before she could really move, she stood there and silently listened to the song. Half way through she removed another 1000 Beli note and dropped it in the case. It was the best way she could give a reveiw at the moment, other than the way she told her father everything was fine.
As she stood there she picked up some clues about hsi song. He's apparently from the Holy Land. It spoke of a Lord, being from Mariejois, it might mean a Celestial Dragon. Claws were always used as symbolisms for weapons. When was the last time claws were used to pick flowers or brush hair. The song seemed to end with sadness. She had only been in the presence of a Celestial Dragon once in her life and that feeling as they left did give her a bit of sadness. She didn't know why, but she cried as they left. She couldn't even remember anything else about the dragon. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 12, 2016 14:51:43 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 12, 2016 14:51:43 GMT 7
It was her first shore leave ever. Maybird had served on her first vessel only for a week before and now that Squad 11 was out at sea, she was allowed to tour the Island off duty. And that meant she could finally wear one of those outfits she had been waiting to try out. Dawn Island was known for it's sun, so she wore a white and blue striped sleeveless one piece dress with a sailor-style collar,which was primarily white with two blue stripes along the edge. The bottom portion of the dress was pleated, but done in such a way one couldn't tell where the shirt stopped and the skirt began. She had a pair of white ankle socks and blue sneakers to finish up the look. She kept her billfold and a few other things in her large wicker purse, slung over her shoulder.
She figured she would try some of the local fare in the downtown area. Something scrumptious and nummy *click* but high in vitamins and nutrients *slick* was her current aim. Asshe entered the busy center, she saw a boy sitting on the edge of the marble fountain. He was playing a violin quite beautifully *click* and precisely the notes were within 1/10 of a octive in difference and the variation was kept at a constant *click* sound. Very lovely. Walking over to the musician, she witnessed others tossing a few beli into the case as they passed. A couple people were standing around listening to it. So apparently there was a listening fee in the public area. *click* The amount in the case was small but the varience in currency deposts were significant. No change was made suggesting that what get dropped in the case was property of the case owner. Calculations determined that the average fee was 100 Beli.*click* She did quite enjoy the music, so she should pay the fee. She didn't want to steal from him after all. Opening her billfold, she removed a 1000 beli note from it and set it down in the case. Giving him a smile before stepping back to listen again. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 7, 2016 3:02:31 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 7, 2016 3:02:31 GMT 7
There was something in the air. Barometric pressure was rising. Silence was falling behind her. Sailors were starting to move more quickly around her and those of her rank were were finding someplace to hide out of sight but still get a look. From what it looked like a vicious monster was approaching who would slay anyone that was not the ideal personification of Perfection and Order. Suddenly she heard a voice. One that called her May. Her heels were already together. Her resting position was at attention after all. Right foot went back and her toe hit the ground in line with the otes of her left foot, staying close together. She then pivoted on her left heel and right toes to the right until she was looking at the source of the voice and her heels clicked together again.
Standing before her was her father. The most loving and tender man in the world. Why was everyone afraid of him. Oh right, he was the Fleet Admiral for the entire Marine Corps. It was only when he was in uniform did that thought ever dawn in her head. she snapped a saulte to him as she looked to him. Finally to answer his question her hand snapped down over her heart and then forward with the international symbol, thumbs up. She then looked around his right side to the ships in port with a questioning look, wondering what everything was about here. |
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Stars fall out of the skies, words turn into lies.
MARINE
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Jan 6, 2016 5:22:27 GMT 7
Post by Maybird Gremlin on Jan 6, 2016 5:22:27 GMT 7
A cart pulled up in front of the Marine base. A new transfer to the area was arriving today. Though the Marine had been in the service for what was listed as three years, the base was listed as only her second post with one week at the other one. This of course was the unclassified stuff. The higher ups at the base knew a few more things. First that this was Maybird Gremlin, Daughter of the Fleet Admiral. The relationship was kept on the downlow since she wanted to make a name for herself, not just being the daughter of the general. Second was the fact she was a cyborg and had some maintainence instructions set for her. As she stepped out of the cart, the sunlight hit her uniform perfectly. Even though she was the same rank as new Marines, her uniform seemed to sparkle. The dark blue pants were pressed to a razors edge crease. The bottom hems went over a pair of white ankle high sneakers that were absolutely spotless. The top of the shoes had a light blue ring over where laces would be. If anyone got a good look at them from the top, they would be able to see the ground below. Her standard issue sailor short was crystal clean and the tie was knitted with almost laser precision. In addition to her uniform, she also had a pair of long white gloves. Marine symbols on the back of her hands, showing they were standard issue.
Two other sailors were in the back, trying to unload the heavy crate clearly marked C.R.A.T.E. Thier backs cracking under the weight. Seeing them having trouble, she walked to the side of the wooden box, and grabbed the edge, tilting it towards her she lifted it from their grasp and carried it in through the gate, setting it down next to her. She then offered a salute to the two sailors who were standing there in awe before saluting back and returning to work. Maybird was expecting to meet her superior at the gate. Was her information incorrect. Did she have to go to an office? That would be normal protocol, but she was told to wait just inside the gate for some reason. |
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