"Um, err, out of bounds!"
Attempt to kick Jim off me using both legs. Arms will provide support.
Or, fist to the face. Whichever seems better.
((Rawr ninja.))
"Um, err, out of bounds!"
Attempt to kick Jim off me using both legs. Arms will provide support.
Or, fist to the face. Whichever seems better.
((Rawr ninja.))
Feyri Strength Roll:4
Jim Strength Roll:5Feyri struggles valiantly against her captor, punches to the face plate and knees to the torso flying at a blinding speed, but Jim's unyielding metal body withstands it all without flinching whilst his arms continue to tighten. Soon Feyri feels the air being crushed out of her.
Milno gracefully accepts the offered items and pulls his MkIII to his quarters. There he:
1- Paints a snarling Honey Badger on his armor's left shoulderguard, with "Honey Badger Don't Care" written underneath.
2- Paints "Honey Badger Don't Give A Shit" on the opposite shoulderguard.
3- Sharpens the fingertips of his mechanical hand and paints a stylized claw over the armor's forearm.
((I suppose the "standard" prosthetics stay inside the armor, since they do not have much difference from a common arm.
By the way what color is the armor?))
You carry your arm full of paints and brushes back to the rec room, the armor still following you like a lost dog. once there you sit at one of the mess tables and set the paints down beside you, the coffin container hovering in front of you. You crack open the hermetic seal on the case and look in at the armor within: It's the gray of unpainted, undecorated metal, clearly the factory standard. With some effort you get it flipped on its side in such a way as to let you get at the paldrons. You start with the left, trying to paint a rather fearsome looking Honey badger. [Handiwork roll: 3-1] Oh..dear..It kinda looks like a honey badger if you squint at it from an angle... No, you scrub off the wet paint and try again. [6-1] Ahhh, there we go: An image of a Honey Badger wreathed in flame holding a Machine gun in its right hand, a grenade in its mechanical left, and a knife in its massive snarling maw. It menaces with spikes of kickass.
Next you do the lettering, painting "Honey Badger Don't Care" under the image you just painted. [1-1] Jeez, what language is that even in? Hebrew? Cuniform? You scrub it away and try again. [4-1] Well...it looks like a 4 year old wrote it..[6-1] Oh yeah, you didn't just write "Honey Badger Don't Care", you freaking painted it so that it looked like it was printed in illuminated script on a piece of ancient parchment by Benedictine monks and fixed to your armor by wax seals like some sort of holy vestment.
You flip the armor over and get to work on the other shoulder. [2-1] Is that in braille? The fuck? [6-1] Aw yeah, you paint "Honey Badger Don't Give A Shit" in the same manner you painted the other words.
You put the paints away for a moment and grab the file. [5-1] You sharpen the tips of your fingers down to a relatively sharp, claw like point. They're not razor sharp, but they're far from dull. You take up the paints again and try to paint the mechanical arm to vaguely resemble a Badger's claw. [5-1] It's not perfect and clearly stylized, but it's clear what you're going for and looks pretty good. You smile. Over all, this went pretty darn well.
Milno is back at the rec room to watch the spar while painting his armor.
"Well, you can't say Steve is a guy without tact. He knows when to throw in his sound effects."
He says while giving the finishing touches on the honey badger. He then suddenly seems to think about something.
"Hey Steve. Were there any females' brains among the pieces they used to build you?"
>Originally, yes.((By the way, the mechanical arm being outside or inside the suit is your choice))
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