the-haunted-mech

[the-haunted-mech]

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

#ooc

[the-haunted-mech]

     There was silence for a moment as the audience considered his words. Through the window behind them, the metal visage of Kiryu stared forward still. Finally, Togashi spoke.

     “You are correct,” he said, leaning forward, “Kiryu does carry the consciousness of Godzilla. We designed it that way.”

     Dr. Yuhara gave a start, and butted in. “N-not exactly, actually. It was designed to act as a receptacle for psychic energy to aid in a neural interface control system. We had no idea that it would be able to act on its own.”

     “If we had known then what we know now, then we would have seen this coming,” said Akamatsu, with a shrug.

     Togashi gestured for the scientists to quiet down, and continued. “All things in this world, humans, animals, trees, rocks, even mountains, have a spirit, a spark of divinity that can manifest in many different forms. Kaiju, being as powerful as they are, have correspondingly powerful spirits. They are, in a way, very much like gods, or the kami of folklore, representing not just giant animals, but ideas, parts of the natural world that are beyond what can be seen or touched. We didn’t realize it at the time, but in using Godzilla’s body to create a machine, we had inadvertently created a bunrei, dividing Godzilla’s kami into two identical spirits, one of which lived on in Godzilla, the other of which came to reside in Kiryu.”

     “Er, please excuse the Colonel,” said Dr. Akamatsu, speaking up once again and giving Kato an apologetic look. “What he means is that this business with gods and folklore is just one way of describing the phenomena we’ve been observing here. As Dr. Yuhara pointed out, we had been able to measure psychic energy for some time, so we designed Kiryu to utilize that energy in its functioning, but we didn’t realize just what was inhabiting it until its construction was almost complete. To be precise, there is an incorporeal, intelligent psychic entity of immense power inhabiting that robot, which we have good reason to conclude is related to Godzilla.”

     Togashi gave a faint scowl, but said nothing more. Despite his position, he held no actual authority over these men; they were civilians, and not directly under his employ.

     Yuhara nodded. “Since detecting it, we’ve been able to turn the situation mostly to our favor, though. Whatever it is, it’s somehow integral to Kiryu’s functioning, and we can manipulate it by manipulating Kiryu’s computers, just like how you could theoretically manipulate a person if you knew every detail of every neuron in their brain, which, in this case, we do. The problem is, we can’t influence it directly, only through the computers, and we have no idea how it’s interacting with the machine as a whole. So, at this point, we’re on the same page as you, Mr. Shien: this thing makes up so much of Kiryu’s functionality that we have no idea how our own machine even works anymore.”

     Throughout all of this, Akane remained conspicuously silent.

"Hey Akane, it's me, Kato. Yeah I know its been a while but I have to ask...when do I get paid?"

     Voicemail, delete.

     Voicemail, delete.

     Voicemail, delete.

     The pilot stirred her coffee, and took a sip as Kato’s voice filtered through the earpiece, the last in a long line of voices who had tried in vain to reach her over the phone. Oh, she thought, haven’t heard from this one in a while. She looked down at her number pad.

     “777777”

     She added a final “7” to the line, and closed the app, taking another sip of her coffee.

     “Hmm…” she said, mostly to herself, partially to the air around her. She opened the phone again, and scrolled through her contacts. I should probably respond to that one, she thought. She opened up a text conversation, and typed out,

“Pretty sure the government is paying you on commission, unless you managed to snag a permanent position somewhere. We’ll see about getting you something up-front, if that’s what you need.”

#theradioactivegod #RP #Kiryu Squadron Crew #Akane Yashiro #Sara Yuhara #Sorry for the sudden long post. I felt it was finally time for #Lots and Lots of Exposition

[the-haunted-mech]

     The black and silver titans crashed back down into the lake, sending a tidal wave rolling up the surrounding mountainsides. The Handmill Rays sparked against Kiryu’s armor, but the machine refused to let go. It looked into his eyes for a moment, as if to ask the same of him before it proceeded. It had to stop whatever was doing this, and for Ultraseven’s sake, prevent his body from being used to cause more destruction. But it only knew one way to do so: it had to break the body.

     As the water of the lake rushed back down around their ankles, filling the basin once again, Kiryu let out a howl, and lifted Seven into the air, turning him over, and throwing him back down to the ground with all its might. In a flash of light, it let loose its maser cannons, firing the deadly arcs of electric plasma into Seven’s back, hoping to disable him, and hoping even more that it wouldn’t cause permanent damage.

The familiar figure of Ultraseven stood silently in the middle of a shallow lake. However, something seemed to be horribly wrong. Where his skin would normally be silver and red, it was instead shades of crimson and gunmetal grey. His beam lamp remained the same, just as green as it had always been. He was motionless for the most part, but would sometimes quiver violently, as if he knew something was wrong.

     At the shore of the lake, the silver mech descended. It stood for a moment, watching, waiting for some acknowledgement of its presence. Then it stepped forward, into the water.

     “Ultraseven?”

#valiant-chojuhunter-ace #RP #Kiryu #Ultraseven #Dark Seven #Kiryu would have suplexed him if it was capable of bending backwards like that

[the-haunted-mech]

Stargazing

     Kiryu looked up at the stars. It was so used to being above everything; it hardly ever needed to look up. A cool, nighttime fog rolled over the town of Hakone, and slowly washed up the sides of the mountain, pooling over Kiryu’s ankles, but its head was hundreds of feet above all that, where the air was perfectly clear. There was something calming, almost comforting about the millions of tiny points that shone so far above its head. Perhaps it was how constant they were. Predictable, night after night. They could be counted on. It never needed to worry about forgetting them.

     There were many things Kiryu couldn’t remember, it knew that, but at this time it could not remember what those things were, or why it was so important that it didn’t remember them. It couldn’t remember why it had been allowed to roam the testing course outside of the base under its own control like this, though it was thankful that its masters had allowed it to do so. It supposed that it must have done particularly well recently, and that they were rewarding it. How nice of them.

>Q:\ CTCT CGGA CGAC CTCA CGCA CGTT CTGC CGTT CTCC CTAG CGCC CGTC CGCC CGTC CGAG CGCC CTAG ATTT > END OF LINE.

#drabble #Kiryu

[the-haunted-mech]

Super detailed questions about your OCs

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

[the-haunted-mech]

((Rough schematic of Kiryu and King Ghidorah’s battle in Ueno Park, Tokyo, with two-dimensional colored rectangles instead of actual monsters, because I’m lazy and that’s what Google Earth can do for me. Mostly just there to give an idea of how big these things are. Maybe someday if I’m less lazy I’ll do more of these kinds of images and photoshop actual monsters into them. That would be fun, and also really difficult unless I was drawing the monsters myself, at which point I might as well just put in the extra effort to draw the backgrounds myself as well and... hm... now I’m getting ideas...))

#ooc #thegoodghidorah #kaiju #Tokusatsu #as you are all no doubt aware things get dangerous really fast when I start having ideas

[the-haunted-mech]

     The ravenous cyborg cried and shook its head at the sudden burst of light, and it felt a wave of horror pass through its body, catching on its metal joints and carbon muscles, burning where it knew its skin should have been, but where now there remained nothing to burn away. In the light, its instinct-driven mind saw pain, terror- the second sunrise! Fire beneath the sea, land turned to dust, death before life’s end. Almost reflexively, it fired off the twin maser cannons in its mouth, not realizing that against King Ghidorah, even carrying the same total power as Godzilla’s own atomic breath, the electric beams would not be so effective. It didn’t care; the memory of the sunrise had only sent it even deeper into its blind rage.

     Its eyes locked onto the source of the light, following it upwards. Wings, three heads- the thunder-tongued dragon dared to bring back the light of the second sunrise! Suddenly all its pain and anger had a focus, a single point to which it could all be connected. Destroy the Thunder-Tongue, it thought, and it will all go away.

     As King Ghidorah began his descent, the Mechagodzilla unleashed a roar that shook the very earth beneath it. It was too eager even to wait for its foe to reach the ground; without any warning it leaped into the air to meet the dragon head-on! King Ghidorah’s claws dug into the metal armor as the cyborg slammed face-first into his talons, but Kiryu only screamed louder as it grasped him by the leg and sank its teeth into his foot, clamping down with a bite force of nearly 700,000 tons. The huge machine growled and snarled like a ravenous dog as the two monsters plummeted back towards the ground. Its head thrashed back and forth, and it tore at King Ghidorah’s scales with tooth and claw, attacking faster and more frantically than it had while it was under control. Now, I am become Death!

King Ghidorah's wings cast a shadow over the city park as the dragon landed in it, taking care to avoid crushing any humans beneath his feet. This park used to be holy ground a 1,000 years ago, and the dragon was unaware that it had since lost its status. And that was how King Ghidorah found himself simply standing in a park, unaware of the mass panic he had caused in the populace.

     From across the cityscape, the roar of jet engines could be heard, growing louder by the minute. Humans scrambled underfoot, clearing the area in a panic. Finally, from behind a rise of skyscrapers, the source emerged: Mechagodzilla, suspended from its transport jets, bristling with weaponry, ready for battle. As it banked left to face the golden dragon, Kiryu’s head turned, and its eyes flashed. The cables released, and with an electric snarl its own thrusters fired, sending a tidal wave of hot air washing over the park, stripping grass from the ground and bending the trees like rubber. The cyborg hovered, menacingly, floating on a column of fire, and touched down in front of Ghidorah, the earth bending beneath over 350,000 tons of metal and carbon, its head towering nearly 120 meters into the air.

     The machine drew itself up to its full height, and spoke in an electric, androgynous voice.

     “Ghidorah,” it demanded, taking an aggressive step forward, “You have been identified and targeted as posing a significant threat to this area and its inhabitants. State your intentions.”

#thegoodghidorah #RP #Kiryu Out of Control #The bite force was calculated based on those of crocodilians

[the-haunted-mech]

     The members of Kato’s audience exchanged quizzical glances with each other, as though silently assessing his words. They knew something, and were waiting to see if now was the right moment to reveal it.

     “Yes,” said Togashi, calmly, “continue, please.”

"Hey Akane, it's me, Kato. Yeah I know its been a while but I have to ask...when do I get paid?"

     Voicemail, delete.

     Voicemail, delete.

     Voicemail, delete.

     The pilot stirred her coffee, and took a sip as Kato’s voice filtered through the earpiece, the last in a long line of voices who had tried in vain to reach her over the phone. Oh, she thought, haven’t heard from this one in a while. She looked down at her number pad.

     “777777”

     She added a final “7” to the line, and closed the app, taking another sip of her coffee.

     “Hmm…” she said, mostly to herself, partially to the air around her. She opened the phone again, and scrolled through her contacts. I should probably respond to that one, she thought. She opened up a text conversation, and typed out,

“Pretty sure the government is paying you on commission, unless you managed to snag a permanent position somewhere. We’ll see about getting you something up-front, if that’s what you need.”

#theradioactivegod #RP #Kiryu Squadron Crew #Sara Yuhara #Akane Yashiro #Sorry this is so egregiously short #I have a huge reveal planned for this don't worry #I'm just waiting for the right moment to drop it

[the-haunted-mech]

     The machine glared, its yellow eyes flashing menacingly. Gojira had made landfall near the Sendai Nuclear Power Plant, with just over half a kilometer of straight, flat beach separating him from his meal, and Kiryu stood right in the middle.

     I can see you now. Don’t be afraid. Let me out!

     The silent communication continued to emanate from the machine, even as it poised itself, ready to leap forward into battle at any moment. Its jaws opened, and it let out a hellish, metallic roar, a digital perversion of Gojira’s own voice. A warning not to come any closer.

     I can’t breathe! Help me!

Gojira growled, conveying its hunger, as well as the desire not to fight– for numerous reasons. However, if need be, he wouldn’t hesitate in defense of himself.

#shxngojira #Rp #Kiryu #I busted out the Google Earth for this one to get an idea of the environment

[the-haunted-mech]

((Okay, let’s see if I can get to any of you guys’ replies today.))

#ooc #delete later

[the-haunted-mech]

     Almost as soon as the Ultra’s arms raised, Kiryu received the order to attack. But it couldn’t. It had to hold off for just a moment. Only after the beam had already fired could it no longer postpone the inevitable. With a roar, the cyborg fired its engines, launched itself into the air, taking a direct hit from the Emerium Beam as it did so. Sparks flew from its armor as the beam cut across its head, neck and shoulders, but despite the damage Kiryu plowed its way through the attack and wrapped its clawed hands around Ultraseven’s wrists.

     Kiryu’s engines cut, and it began to drag Ultraseven back down to the surface of the lake, prying his hands away from his head, growling as they fell. It didn’t want to hurt its friend. It was a powerful fighter, and agile for a kaiju of its stature, but Kiryu was first and foremost a weapon of mass destruction, pain and simple. It would not be able to exert itself to the fullest possible extent in non-lethal combat, and it knew so, but it would have to try.

The familiar figure of Ultraseven stood silently in the middle of a shallow lake. However, something seemed to be horribly wrong. Where his skin would normally be silver and red, it was instead shades of crimson and gunmetal grey. His beam lamp remained the same, just as green as it had always been. He was motionless for the most part, but would sometimes quiver violently, as if he knew something was wrong.

     At the shore of the lake, the silver mech descended. It stood for a moment, watching, waiting for some acknowledgement of its presence. Then it stepped forward, into the water.

     “Ultraseven?”

#valiant-chojuhunter-ace #RP #Kiryu #Dark Seven

[the-haunted-mech]

((PROMOTING THE HELL OUT OF THIS ONE!))

Awoken (Drabble)

All was calm in the South Pacific, off the shores of Odo Island. The horrific events of 1954 had been almost forgotten by the people who lived there. 

Suddenly, the ocean began to swell and great waves began to rise and roll across its surface. Muffled sounds could be heard, quiet at first, but growing in volume.

The sea exploded into a shower of falling water and misty sea spray. There at the centre of it all was him.

He was alive.

Issuing bellicose bellows that shook the very air that transmitted them, Gojira surveyed the world he woke up to find.

His wrath was renewed.

And this time, he was going to make them all pay.

#ooc #atomichorror #promo #friend blog #godzilla #kaiju #kaiju RP #Godzilla 1954

[the-haunted-mech]

     The divine beams struck Kiryu directly in the chest, and it stumbled back, lifting a cloud of dust around itself and letting out another shriek of pain as the lightning tore into its very soul. Once again its armor glowed, absorbing the electricity and diverting it back into the mech’s power cells, though not without some minor damage to the armor plating itself due to overheating, but the spiritual component of the attack had certainly hit its mark.

     But there was something else at work inside the cyborg’s metal body. Its cries grew more and more distorted it seemed, as though overflowing with data that its electric voice no longer had the capability to process. Its eyes flickered, and went out, its body shaking, letting out another hissing burst of white smoke as it slouched over once again. There was a dull bang of explosive bolts through the smoke, and the damaged right-hand ion cannon mount fell away from its arm.

      Suddenly its head snapped up, and its gaze locked back onto the dragon. It let out a feral snarl, and gnashed its teeth. Its eyes, previously yellow, now glowed a deep, blood red, and an aura of pure hatred seemed to emanate from the machine, like some primal beacon of rage. With a gnarled screech, it drew itself back up to its full height, and ignited the engines on its remaining shoulder pack, firing the pack like one giant missile directly at King Ghidorah’s torso, where it would detonate its own fuel tanks along with all the remaining warheads inside of it in a massive explosion.

     The red-eyed monstrosity lifted its head to the sky and unleashed a terrible, savage roar- an electric, overdriven perversion of the voice that once belonged to Godzilla.

     Godzilla, King of the Monsters, the most terrible beast ever to threaten mankind, who King Ghidorah’s soul-searing beams had unwittingly awakened.

King Ghidorah's wings cast a shadow over the city park as the dragon landed in it, taking care to avoid crushing any humans beneath his feet. This park used to be holy ground a 1,000 years ago, and the dragon was unaware that it had since lost its status. And that was how King Ghidorah found himself simply standing in a park, unaware of the mass panic he had caused in the populace.

     From across the cityscape, the roar of jet engines could be heard, growing louder by the minute. Humans scrambled underfoot, clearing the area in a panic. Finally, from behind a rise of skyscrapers, the source emerged: Mechagodzilla, suspended from its transport jets, bristling with weaponry, ready for battle. As it banked left to face the golden dragon, Kiryu’s head turned, and its eyes flashed. The cables released, and with an electric snarl its own thrusters fired, sending a tidal wave of hot air washing over the park, stripping grass from the ground and bending the trees like rubber. The cyborg hovered, menacingly, floating on a column of fire, and touched down in front of Ghidorah, the earth bending beneath over 350,000 tons of metal and carbon, its head towering nearly 120 meters into the air.

     The machine drew itself up to its full height, and spoke in an electric, androgynous voice.

     “Ghidorah,” it demanded, taking an aggressive step forward, “You have been identified and targeted as posing a significant threat to this area and its inhabitants. State your intentions.”

#thegoodghidorah #RP #Kiryu #King Ghids done fucked up #Kiryu Out of Control

[the-haunted-mech]

     The Mecha-Godzilla seemed unfazed by his threat displays. It stood tall, and its oversized yellow eyes scanned methodically over him. It took another step forward, charging up its weapons with a low, droning hum. It acted almost like an animal. This was its territory, and it had every intention of finding out what this intruder’s purpose in coming here was, and fighting to defend it if necessary. Despite its smaller size, it would not back down.

     There you are.

Well.

That was absolutely terrifying.

Gojira’s breath deepened, the monster taking an involuntary step back when the thing advanced. Another warning signal, radiation beginning to leak from the cracks and gouges in his flesh. A small part of himself felt concern, but it was quickly drowned out by Gojira’s pounding heart.

#shxngojira #RP #Kiryu

[the-haunted-mech]

     With a shake of his head, Dr. Akamatsu nudged his jubilant colleague, and pointed to one of the papers in front of him. Dr. Yuhara gave a confused look.

     “What? Shien? What does- OH!” He smacked his forehead in an exaggerated gesture, and laughed again. “I’m sorry, Mr. Shien! How embarrassing!” The others only rolled their eyes at him. “Ms. Yashiro always referred to you as just ‘Kato,’ so I assumed...” He trailed off, catching Akane’s glare and apparently sobering himself up a bit. “... I talk too much,” he sighed, and with that, attempted to resolve himself into a more businesslike position.

     “Yes,” said Colonel Togashi, diverting his gaze away from Dr. Yuhara’s antics to address Kato more formally, “we should begin.”

     “Perhaps tell us a little more about where exactly you’ve run into your trouble,” said Akamatsu, leaning forward. “That way we can start to narrow down the problem and start seeing what we can do about fixing it right away.”

     Togashi nodded. “Yes, that seems like a good place to start.”

      At the side of the room, Sara shook her head, and went back to her homework.

"Hey Akane, it's me, Kato. Yeah I know its been a while but I have to ask...when do I get paid?"

     Voicemail, delete.

     Voicemail, delete.

     Voicemail, delete.

     The pilot stirred her coffee, and took a sip as Kato’s voice filtered through the earpiece, the last in a long line of voices who had tried in vain to reach her over the phone. Oh, she thought, haven’t heard from this one in a while. She looked down at her number pad.

     “777777”

     She added a final “7” to the line, and closed the app, taking another sip of her coffee.

     “Hmm…” she said, mostly to herself, partially to the air around her. She opened the phone again, and scrolled through her contacts. I should probably respond to that one, she thought. She opened up a text conversation, and typed out,

“Pretty sure the government is paying you on commission, unless you managed to snag a permanent position somewhere. We’ll see about getting you something up-front, if that’s what you need.”

#theradioactivegod #RP #Sara Yuhara #Kiryu Squadron Crew #whoops my mistake

[the-haunted-mech]

     Kiryu took a step back, its head slowly following the Ultra upwards. Deep within its soul, beyond the realm of processors and data, a primal fear began to rise. Kiryu had no knowledge of the Dark Spark, or Dark Lugiel, but it instinctively recognized that its ally- its friend- had been possessed by something, though it knew not how or why. It gave an electric whimper. The threat level was rising by the second, and it knew that soon it would be commanded to fight. Why? Ultraseven had been kind to Kiryu. He had reached out, and seen inside its mechanical shell, reminded it that it was alive. It had been grateful to him, and now it would have to fight him, perhaps even destroy him. Why? Was it punishment? Punishment for trying to be more than a simple, mindless tool?

     Kiryu’s back arched, and its claws twitched. Slowly, its fear gave way to anger- an emotion that came all too naturally to it. It snarled, slamming its tail into the water and sending up a towering wave into the air, and roared. It roared in the direction of Ultraseven, but all of its anger was directed at the nebulous, unseen force that did this to him. Whatever that force was, Kiryu would make it pay.

The familiar figure of Ultraseven stood silently in the middle of a shallow lake. However, something seemed to be horribly wrong. Where his skin would normally be silver and red, it was instead shades of crimson and gunmetal grey. His beam lamp remained the same, just as green as it had always been. He was motionless for the most part, but would sometimes quiver violently, as if he knew something was wrong.

     At the shore of the lake, the silver mech descended. It stood for a moment, watching, waiting for some acknowledgement of its presence. Then it stepped forward, into the water.

     “Ultraseven?”

#valiant-chojuhunter-ace #RP #Kiryu #Ultraseven #Uh-oh shit's going down #possession is one of Kiryu's triggers

[the-haunted-mech]

What’s my reputation in the Roleplaying Community?

Tell me on anon or not.