Post by spastic bard on Apr 25, 2008 14:57:28 GMT -5
So I was involved in a Rockman/Megaman X role playing group for a good 5 or so years. I love the group to pieces and still converse with many of the members on a day-to-day basis. The group restarted three times with different storylines, but many of us used the same characters with minor adjustments. In general we followed manga plot and pre-X4 canon. After that we just made things up. Most of us played one game character and than originals for the rest of the cast. I had two characters that showed up in all three versions of the group, Nyx and Loki. Nyx was my first character, the only full time medic of the group. Her incarnations all had differences, but her 1st and 2nd were my favorites. This is the introduction post of the 2nd version of Nyx. I'd post the first, but I wrote it so many years ago.. >.>
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The main medical lab of the Hunter's HQ was practically deserted -
and with good reason. If Maverick activity is quiet, usually the
medical lab is as well. Once in awhile someone would usually wander in complaining about a painful joint or some chip that was partially damaged and demand to be repaired, especially while this medic was on duty, but not today.
It was so boring Nyx almost wished one of those idiots would saunter in and demand attention. But instead she was having a staring contest... With a Metool.
The medic was seated on a stool at one of the observation tables. Her arms were folded on the tabletop, her chin resting upon them. Her violet hues were narrowed, staring at the Metool that was resting on the other side of the tabletop. It looked back. And looked back some more. No wonder the Metool was winning. All it did was look back at her with mild curiousity. At least, she hoped it was mild curiousity - it was hard to tell with Metools. They aren't the most expressive bots on the planet.
"... Do you even have any sort of emotion?"
She blinked, finally, breaking eye contact. Another round she had
lost, and still so many hours left on her shift. The white blonde reploid sat back, stretching her arms over her head.
"You win. 24 games is enough for me."
With that, she stood up and walked over to one of the counters that held various tools and implements. She picked up her headset, which she had casted aside much earlier in her shift. It wasn't a requirement to wear it - unless she left the lab. Putting the headset on and turning the volume up on the channel, she shifted the microphone away from her face and started out the door of the lab. With it being so quiet, she was bound to find some others on duty lazying about.
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The main medical lab of the Hunter's HQ was practically deserted -
and with good reason. If Maverick activity is quiet, usually the
medical lab is as well. Once in awhile someone would usually wander in complaining about a painful joint or some chip that was partially damaged and demand to be repaired, especially while this medic was on duty, but not today.
It was so boring Nyx almost wished one of those idiots would saunter in and demand attention. But instead she was having a staring contest... With a Metool.
The medic was seated on a stool at one of the observation tables. Her arms were folded on the tabletop, her chin resting upon them. Her violet hues were narrowed, staring at the Metool that was resting on the other side of the tabletop. It looked back. And looked back some more. No wonder the Metool was winning. All it did was look back at her with mild curiousity. At least, she hoped it was mild curiousity - it was hard to tell with Metools. They aren't the most expressive bots on the planet.
"... Do you even have any sort of emotion?"
She blinked, finally, breaking eye contact. Another round she had
lost, and still so many hours left on her shift. The white blonde reploid sat back, stretching her arms over her head.
"You win. 24 games is enough for me."
With that, she stood up and walked over to one of the counters that held various tools and implements. She picked up her headset, which she had casted aside much earlier in her shift. It wasn't a requirement to wear it - unless she left the lab. Putting the headset on and turning the volume up on the channel, she shifted the microphone away from her face and started out the door of the lab. With it being so quiet, she was bound to find some others on duty lazying about.