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Post by Azra » Sat Sep 12, 2020 7:28 pm


The attacks came and through the use of powers against her Mana could feel the effects on her body. The way Teja influenced metal could obviously apply to her. At the start the cyborg had a bit of a counter the presence of her rocket propulsion contending with the pull on her body. This wasn't enough to hold off the push back though used against her sending the teen knocked backwards before hits could land. As the cyborg got pushed back and her blade was thrown off course another move came pulling on the Yawarakai. A pull to test even her mechanized might but as she felt how hard the pull was the cyborg let go.

Because her hand was not her only hand, well that was how she would say it. The tail was one to hold on to things on the regular. It had a grappling hook feature, was one of the first functions she had given. A hiss came and the cable extended as the taloned hand of her tail reached for the weapon. It started to bring the sword back as the next move came in. The incredibly swift use of powers from Teja making it where Mana didn't have much time to react.

She lands, kneeling and small as her hand catches Yawarakai as its brought back and then the walls close in on her. A fade to black as the device used to transport a kind of tall robot landed around her. And for a moment her tangerine glowing eyes widened and her breath grew quick. She could remember it, still feel it. Metal twisting her bones, the distorted vehicle ripping into her body. That feeling of agony in her back broken and unusable. The pain to much and disabling while confined in the dark. How helpless it made her feel.

Trapped and unmoving. Useless and unable to do anything. Someone who's only act of refusal or effort in that mangled car was a body trying to stay alive. She wanted to say she had a will forged of iron, but while maybe she could say that now not then. That was just luck and biology if anything, she wasn't special...
"breathe""


A breathe escapes her lungs. Eyes closing to center herself. No, she couldn't rewrite the past she had even essentially told X that. But this was with the understanding she didn't have to be her past self. She couldn't move much in the iron maiden she was in but she could at least move the tail. And there was something in her leg she had for demolitions. The thought to right herself may be sideways, the defense that would help her here might be the personal energy shield by Teja. The ability to briefly meditate may have been picked up by Jackal. The device to use though was her making, the will to do so hers and it came with not panic but understanding of what she could endure. She wanted to keep Golem close to Qin to help defend the woman as much as the hovering bike could but she was not tapped out.

There's a flash of blue and violet light. Molten metal is sent scattering as the dirt turns to glass. The sound of an explosion going off with the strange sounds of crackling energy as plasma cells turn to a detonation source at the feet of Mana. The chamber vanishes, the few stubborn pieces not tossed aside falling over and all of them radiating of a orange heat. Around the small cyborg there's a flickering glow as the personal energy shield runs out. It'd need time to recharge.

Another breathe as she stands up.
"Thank you...however don't think that I'll stop fighting how I like. It's not because of being reckless or stubborn it's a principal."
Her tone was a bit more sturdy, less bubbly teen or eccentric engineer. She could use her powers more, could build more weapons or better ones. That she didn't think was who she wanted to be. Some were almost defined in combat by what they could do or bring as opposed to who they were. And she didn't want to fault anyone for that, she just wanted to fight as Mana not as a psychic or a technopath.

So her next two moves would come, one mental and one physical. Given the efforts the mental one would take her physical one would be simple but would be testing the effectiveness of the mental. The "thanks" said was because it helped a girl fight back a bit against her fears and discomfort. It helped her conquer something she didn't like equally she knew something Teja did not like. There was a trust there that actually at times had let the psychic in, she didn't want to betray that trust but training wasn't about comfort. She had to trust the distinction would help avoid parties getting mad at eachother. In the past Mana had been let in so that might make it easier but that wasn't to say the psychic needed a open window or a key. She was able to feel and reach the minds of a city block, which was probably tiny compared to others but it was more then enough psychic potential to kick in many doors. It'd gotten into the fortresses of those like Jackal, navigate for better or worse into the maze of Sideways.

Using this power she would look to crash into the mind of Teja. Knowing where powers might be was to complex, trying to find that one component in something alien. Mana did however know where the mind managed senses. More specifically what it was like to have those malfunctioning and gone. It was this she would seek to replicate in a wave of mental energy that sought to make eyes struggle to see, ears feel ringing or muted. That feeling of the body twitching and spasming more trying to handle what was going on then feeling the world around it. Mana didn't want to deliver pain but just the disabling influence she had been through. A powerful stun to try and help in the physical attack.

That attack granted was just a very fast cyborg rocketing forward into a slash at the feet. A blade of paint seeking to leave orange globs along the ankles. The rocket propelled slash well beyond the speed of most cars and leading to a sort of drifting turn as the cyborg stopped. As she of course wanted to turn and face the opposition over leaving the back exposed. Maybe she could have done more with weapons or psychic ability that wasn't her though. She had weapons but those were tools not something to be defined by destructive capacity. Maybe she could have done more with her powers, she wanted that to be something that helped her though not defined her. She wasn't the iron blade, nor the forged mind, she was Mango. Which maybe wasn't a good name and made her sound fruity, but she liked mangos and they were natural.


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Post by LunaHawk » Sun Sep 13, 2020 6:20 pm

Yue Fei launched into the air, rockets propelling him above the fight for a different angle of attack. He was curious about how far Teja's powers extended. Could she keep up at her creative use of electric forces if she was constantly under assault from multiple directions and angles? If her brain was human, the answer would be, eventually, no. Whether two people could provide enough of a problem was a different question.

He waited for Manaria to resume her attack and launched his own once more, unleashing another torrent of dual minigun fire, this time from above. At the same time micro missile launchers opened up on the shoulders and unleashed twin clouds of miniature missiles, each loaded with fragmentation paint warheads.

The missiles traced a different path, one swarm of ten raced to the ground and flew low over it, seeking to explode around Teja's legs even as Mana attacked them with a sweep. The other cloud came in from behind. They would detonate a foot behind Teja and hopefully paint her back with a cloud of yellow.

He kept careful count of his available ammo and rotated the miniguns back into the armor to reload after their second volleys. The missile launchers did so as well. He'd chosen not to respond to Mana's telepathic message because telepathic messages weren't always as secure as people liked to believe and he didn't know the full extent of Teja's abilities. He never assumed what was on file was the be all end all. He did, however, try to coordinate with her anyway, matching her movements and timing with his own.

Qin didn't bother avoiding the cards and let them flutter uselessly around her face. She picked one up after it fell, looking it over before eventually discarding it. She smiled and spoke through the machine. There was no discernible slow down in response time with the machine, as it was making its attack run in the midst of the card assault.

Internally, Yue Fei could deal with simple distractions, though he'd considered not responding with his avatar at all. It was, or could be, a distraction if he wasn't careful. On the other hand it felt, once again, as if it shouldn't be, as if fully controlling the two at the same time should be child's play. Perhaps there was something wrong with the machinery of the avatar, the technology too limited. Or perhaps it was a problem with the machines, maybe both.

"Sometimes a lack of philosophy is itself a philosophy."

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Post by illirica » Tue Sep 15, 2020 12:19 am

There was an explosion from the pod. Capacitor grabbed the fragments with a thought, collecting them into a revolving shield of minor debris. Tactically, she would have pressed the attack - but this wasn’t an enemy, this was Manaria, and Teja waited, watching cautiously, first and above all making sure that the girl was okay. She didn’t move too close - Manaria wouldn’t have wanted her to check, not right now. Waiting, though, was sometimes one of the most difficult things. A single breath could take aeons.

A single breath...

... Stop. This was hardly the time for such thoughts - and Manaria was breathing, clearly, once and again as she rose from the wreckage. “It’s not about trying to stop you, Manaria. It’s about trying to teach you. Because next time you try that, you’ll do it better. You’ll use what you-”

A flash, a noise, and then darkness and an irritating sound, one that wouldn’t go away.
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“EVERYONE DOWN!” The shout wasn’t really necessary, she was already hitting the ground and getting as much cover as she could. She could taste the dust, earthy and choking. Her eyes blinked, clearing it, tears in her vision as it returned, swimming, searching for a target, finding nothing. A hand on her shoulder, squeezing. “Doceznic. You all right, Private?”

She nodded, turning her head to her arm to stifle a cough. “Just dazed. I didn’t see anyone.” There was a question in her mind, unformed. She wouldn’t ask it. Couldn’t.

The answer came anyway. “Think it was a land mine. Got Walter. That’s why we spread out.” It hadn’t just been an afterimage in the blinding light, then, that had looked like a person for a moment. Nothing but remnants now - and they couldn’t stop to recover... she didn’t know what there really was to recover, not of that. Tags, maybe. She didn’t volunteer to go get them.

“Stay low. We’re moving in again soon.”

“Understood.”

Enough of her sight had cleared, and she found herself looking back, unable to do otherwise, at the blood-spattered place on the dry dust that had once been a comrade. A friend. One of her squad mates. One of her people-

-my people. It wasn’t real. It had been once, but it wasn’t real right now. Capacitor grabbed hold of her mind, and redirected it, forcing herself back into the state she thought of as self-reset, something she’d been carefully developing since her interaction with the Lotus in Las Vegas not too long ago. A baseline to recover from, if something went wrong in her head. Senses popped open, high-alert, the feedback from the static field bright in her core. She’d set her baseline to assume she was in the middle of combat, and adrenaline responded to synaptic information to flood her system.

Missiles, inbound. Her shard cloud shifted suddenly, hundreds of small fragments targeting the missiles, impacting enough to keep some of them from detonating or forcing them to detonate in the wrong direction. Another alertness of an enemy approaching at high speeds. A blade, aimed low, and Capacitor pivoted, letting it catch her across the shin as she grabbed for the arm that held it, twisting her body and bringing up a ball of brilliant lightning in her other hand towards the head of the-

“Mana-” A pause, a blink, and the lightning vanished, the last of the missiles slipping by a lowered guard to detonate, splattering paint, probably enough to count as a kill. Teja took half a step back - half a stumble, really, releasing the girl she’d almost-

“...Don’t do that.”
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Post by Azra » Tue Sep 15, 2020 5:06 pm


A shield raises to the air, her left mechanical arm and the shield inspired by a hero she'd only briefly fought alongside helping to stave off any impacts she might of faced under the hail of gunfire. The few bits of paint were enough apart for Mana to say she might not have even been hit. Qin did know what he was doing, the cyborg just knew to be cautious and prepared. There were people who'd have been mad at her if she got gun down and she didn't want to overly trust this as a fight seperste from the real ones. She'd fought someone around her age who was even mad at her for doing so not so long ago.

As Mana got close to Teja and the missile impact zone she brought her left arm back and tail forward. The additional limb almost as long as she was tall to defend front and sides as the shield would cover the back. Any paint from the missiles to find her was limited. What would have been minor scratches and dents over physical damage.

Meanwhile Yawarakai was raised to defend her head, specifically turned where a edge would have met fist. In a fight a fist might have been split open and more importantly the electricity more directed into the sword over herself. The other hand reaching for her sword arm found her mechanical one. This was along the nailgun's mechanics though. A slight turn to hopefully make sure in a real fight a tool would be jeapordized over the entire limb. Technopathy was great but it didn't completely make up for the risk of say a emp or short circuit. A orange mark along the leg though suggested in a real fight a hit landed that may be more significant that might help a demur mechanist have a bit of a better chance. Which got her to smile, even when starring down briefly a ball of lightning.

She didn't want to dive in the mind to deep, to sway it to much just enough to maybe get a hit in.
"It's not how I want to use such a power with you. Would rather not at all, so many fight more on what they are or what they have. I want to fight as who."
Which maybe sounded less lacking in philosophy then the cyborg gave herself credit for.

"I enjoy being in a box about as much as you enjoy someone in your head. But fights aren't comfortable. So round two guys?"
Just because it wasn't about comfort didn't mean someone didn't enjoy it. Especially her, as big as she was into engineering she also just enjoyed being in motion. So much so that her stance returned to a more natural one joyfully shuffling about eager for another go. Didn't matter that she had almost gotten zapped just that she hadn't been so a trust was still there.


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Post by LunaHawk » Wed Sep 16, 2020 4:16 pm

Yue Fei hovered in the air, weapons stowed while they reloaded. Ammo tracking numbers flickered in the corner of his vision but he paid it little attention, a glance was all he needed to confirm his current status. There was a pause in the action as one participant apparently made the other uncomfortable. He couldn't tell what was done, but given Mana's previous display of telepathic ability it was easy enough to deduce.

"I think perhaps a moratorium on telepathic assault is in order. While true you may come across it in battle, it's one of those things that is apt to make someone respond instinctively and suddenly. I have seen how non-telepaths respond to telepathic presence when they don't expect it, many consider it a personal violation and more than a few respond violently without thought."

It was obvious how Teja felt about it, given she'd nearly used a clearly potent assault in instant retaliation for it. He had no means of launching any sort of telepathic assault of his own and his defenses were multitudinous but he'd seen first hand how even a telepathic touch can set some people on edge instantly. It was a fear response, people feared their thoughts were being manipulated or stolen and the average person had absolutely no way of stopping it.

"We don't want to be unsafe." He shifted his posture to a defensive mid air stance. "But I am ready, if we are going another round."

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Post by illirica » Wed Sep 16, 2020 9:08 pm

“Stop.”

A single word, curt and unforgiving. It wasn’t the voice she used casually, or even the one she used in training. No, it was the one she used on the battlefield, where every decision could be a matter of life or death. It invoked a gravity that reached far beyond the training grounds, one developed through the years, when every moment mattered.

Her hand moved, dismissing every other word, casting them off into stasis. They could wait. Sun Tzu’s controller had been diplomatic, but Docesznic’s eyes weren’t on the woman or the machine. They were on the horizon for a moment, gathering the restraint to turn to Goleme once more. “We do not use mind control, Manaria Goleme. Heroes do not do that.” Every word set apart, spoken with breaks between them, firm and unrelenting. Her eyes bored into the young woman, seeing not a child, not a protege, not a teammate - but a future enemy.

Because that was what Manaria could become, if she continued on this path. She might have been all to eager to rush ahead, to move on to the next round, to pretend that she was letting things rest, but ignoring the significance of what she had done was as good as condoning it. Let this one thing slide, and Manaria would slip, onto darker and darker paths. This was about practice, yes, but it was also about learning. Lightning flared, a corona that chained up her arms and legs, twisting into helices around her body, protection and damnation.

“I could reach into your mind and control every synapse. I could change your actions, your speech, your very thoughts. I could control you like a puppet on strings of electrons. And even in the depths of my worst moments, these were powers that I would not touch.

She inhaled, closing her eyes, and the lightning vanished. Her eyes reopened, untainted. “Not even once.” Her tone had quieted - not soft, but rough with what could all too easily have been regret, if things had gone a different way. “Never again, Mana. Do you understand me? Never. Again.
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Post by Azra » Fri Sep 18, 2020 7:21 pm


Mana wanted to get back to sparring, to testing herself. Maybe it was just that it helped feel alive and more herself then the cyborg she was. Or maybe it was her ideals an urge to be better at keeping people from ending up like her or worse. Though while it could be one or all of the above there was also the chance of it not being her. That it was more a lasting influence of Jackal. Despite an urge to continue trying to grow though a lecture came.

She didn't know how to feel about it. Some of it hit and some of it seemed to be deprived of understanding herself. One of them was someone she looked up to and thought so highly of, and the other was an unknown. Both though seemed to be against something that in the end the cyborg held rather dear to her. Her telepathy was a gift from her mother, who didn't wish to do much heroism granted but still it came from somewhere special. Plus it was just something of hers that she didn't think could be simply cut off or wounded beyond repair like so much else had been.

Tangerine eyes looked to them, upwards as it almost always was for she wasn't exactly tall. Her stance relaxed to more nurturant though might have been hunched a bit, droopy and not particularly thrilled by the words.
"Like I said that's not who I want to be...but you're also telling me to withhold one of the few things still me."
The remark coming with a brief look to her hands, the left having no skin left to it at all. Right at least was from the elbow upward.

"It's also something that has saved me. Uses I consider allowed combatively is to take a fight to the mind if it can't be won physically. Or as a way to try and stun. I'm all for using it to try and understand someone..."
There was a pause there, she wasn't sure if she wanted to complete her thought process. She thought the world of Teja, but then it clicked there was a reason why she saw Maximum Man now as she did over MAXIMUM MAN.

She took a moment to reach a resolution, to meditate on her words. She wanted to say it with as much care as she could over the emotions rampant in her.
"To think I'd use it to control is insulting to who I want to be. And it's starting to feel like everyone when it comes to me is projecting over seeing."



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