Attack on Cradle (Roleplay)
Hex walked into the room with Mekikoi and Andrew. "Hey, you two. You guys excited for the mission?" Hex said, walking over to Andrew and Mekikoi. "This another invention of yours?"
Once again diverting his attention from his work, Mekikoi stood up, waving Hex over.
"I'm sure you can figure out I got these puppies to work, but I was wondering if you could help me get started on the next upgrade for the 3DMG, speaking of which, what upgrade would you like me to focus on next, while I'm waiting on extra supplies?" he asked.
Hex thought it over. "Well, a useful upgrade would probably be the shooting speed. As fast as the hooks fly, you can see then before they hit. I've seen one knight's hooks get caught by a titan. He was apparently a nice snack." Hex cursed himself for bringing it up. rest in peace, bro. May your arms still be there in the afterlife.
Hex walked into the room with Mekikoi and Andrew. "Hey, you two. You guys excited for the mission?"
I smiled and nodded.
I turned and started walking out when I suddenly remembered to pick up my Purg Blades, I turned around and grabbed them, "This might help..." I said to myself.
I, again, began to head out to the barracks to change into my 3DMG ((?)) and uniform. I really liked my uniform it made me feel sexy. I began to chuckle at my own thoughts. Once I was all ready I began to head out to the Training Hall to, well... train.
Like,not as op as "i am a god you will all die" but one who can fight the Titans and Roarmuli.Or are we just going to carry this out like normal heighted knights,and,after reading this,crazy slingshot gadgets and stuff. Why not just make a character with a backstory that allows him to become something like a titan,or a giant machine that the spiral order made.
Edit: after reading it i guess not,unless you were dragged away to the gremlin facility.
Zaki was back on the wall again, patrolling its massive circumference at a rather slow pace. Early in the morning, he had been slammed in the gut by the Garrison sergeant for not waking up, and even at sunrise, he could feel his stomach ache.
Regardless, he still patrolled dutifully around the walls, occasionally peeking over the edge to see if any Ghostmane was crazy enough to try and grapple up the wall while the sun was shining directly on its cloak. A shadow, even a blur of a shadow, would still be present against the harder-than-steel walls.
Occasionally, he got down and did a set of push-ups, using his the grapples of his 3D gear to pull against the floor with more force. No gas was needed for such simple uses, of course, and so he exercised with ease in his mind.