Poster Boy (Steel)

Professor Nahn
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Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 14, 2022 2:11:03 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 14, 2022 2:11:03 GMT -5

Up in the far-reaching tundras of the North lay a lot of uninhabited lands. Free of the Earth's Cities and their recent administration. At least for her ilk, who don't need to worry about silly things like the Accords. Tomino had put up public advertising in multiple cities for weapon testing in the North now, not too far from her lab situated up here. Pack heavy, bring snacks, and the rest would be provided. Food, board, and well-needed exercise for the days spent.

What were they testing? Strapped in her own long trench coat, the doctor pulls the pair of small orbs out from a pocket and looks them over while making her way to the designated testing grounds. Something clearly laid out in her ads as a sorta training facility. Small in its current iteration, but it'd work for just a few participants. The chill of the wind was dampened this time of year, enough to not need much more than this. It made for the perfect climate to test hot equipment like this. With no one to greet her out here initially, she slipped the pair of orbs onto her hands and waited. The long building behind her, and open field marked by fences ahead other the only real signs there was something here.

For now.

"Mmm."
These days, the good doctor didn't work with a team. So while she waited for anyone to come out on any particular day, she would set up shop inside the facility itself. Making sure the meager quarters were nice and well kept while fixing herself hot food. She'd be outside just watching over the lands times with a hot choccy in hand, and other times actively testing the blasts and force of the gauntlets at another point. It was really up to when our first subject here arrived during the day when she was in the moment.

Thread PL: Tomino | 10, Volt Pads | 19,000 (ANTISENSE ACTIVE)

WC: 330

Last Edit: Jul 14, 2022 2:46:01 GMT -5 by Professor Nahn

Mister Steel
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XP: 5,524
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Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 14, 2022 2:37:40 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 14, 2022 2:37:40 GMT -5

THE UNBREAKABLE MISTER STEEL... had seen better days. He'd also seen worse ones. Either way, he had a feeling his fortunes were about to turn! After heading to Central City to register, apparently he was breaking some new law by virtue of training as hard as he did without his name on a list, he'd picked up odd jobs here and there. Hauling for someone here, cleaning up a shop there, cooking on a line in a kitchen, etcetera and etcetera... Then he'd seen it. A poster with coordinates and an amazing offer. Act as a sort of test-dummy for some new weapon, and get free room and board! Sure, the facility he'd be testing at was out in the middle of nowhere, but there were supposed to be beds and showers... So it was a step up from Donût's usual camps out in the woods.

So it was that, with the clothes on his back (and a few layers on top, even in summer the tundra was cold), and a backpack full of supplies, he'd set off for the coordinates listed on the poster...

It was a good few weeks later that Donût found himself trudging up a dirt road to a chain-link fence and a gate. Now, he could have jumped over the fence. He could have ripped the fence apart. Donût could have even just shouted very loudly to get the attention of whoever was in the low-slung building in the distance. Instead, he looked to see an old metal intercom box with a big button on it. He pressed the button, causing the microphone inside to activate and send his voice to the box inside the main building...

"Uhhh... hello? Is anyone there? I'm uh... I'm here 'bout tha offer on tha poster."

He took his hand off the button, and waited. Should he have worn a tie? That was probably too much...

Donût pressed the button again and spoke once more.

"The uh, tha room an' board fer weapons testin'?"

He waited a bit longer after that, waiting for a response. The short, squat Earthling didn't really have a lot of other options. If he didn't land this gig, he might have to go for the strange people wearing "Jazzer" shirts that said he was perfect "niche audience" material back in Central City. They were offering money and room and board, too....

Steel has entered the thread!
PL: 35,000
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
WC: 401

Boy be ready!

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Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 14, 2022 11:12:36 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 14, 2022 11:12:36 GMT -5

Caught in the middle of fine chemistry. It was quiet for most of Steel's arrival, this isolated bitter wind being the only real noise the tundra would produce for a sharp while. What would come from the intercom outside the perimeter gates is a long pause. Tomino was busy stirring some chocolate when the voice, heard faintly from a now post-mortem security office, echoed through the halls. Of all the times to get snuck up like this, it was when she had her hands literally full.

Having missed the first part to the loss of clarity, the scientist would move herself and cup to the office to hear the rest crystal clear. It should have been obvious, sure, but one never knew if people like this could be agents of the state. With her free hand she'd poke a few of the controls and activate the on-site security cams just above the gate. The perceptive would be able to see the slight movements of this bulbous camera now focusing on him. Taking in his stature and demeanor. Looks like he packed for a hike. While not exactly the kind of entrance she was expecting for a person to take this rather dangerous and tough position, she wouldn't say no unless she met him personally.

Besides, he looked strong enough.

"Come on in. Straight to the facility, down the snowed-in path. Please. I'll be at the door. No sense in just freezing out there."
A low, detached voice finally came through the other side of the intercom, quick in its delivery. The fencing would make an audible click before automatic systems started pulling it aside for him. A couple of vehicles wide, this place used to garner more activity by the looks of it. if the man came on in, the gate would subsequently close behind him. leaving him with a clear view of the on-site testing grounds - riddled with fresh-sh blasts - and a few small buildings reminiscent of barracks. The main facility is obvious and clear from size alone.

The good doctor made no sour promises, stirring her cup of hot choccy and stepping away from security to greet him at the door. Placing herself just outside its entrance and waiting for him. Jacket and all, leaned up against the entrance. Making his goal even more obvious if he could make out even the slightest bit of a figure standing outside in wait.

WC: 407
TWC: 737

Mister Steel
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PL: 100,000
XP: 5,524
Warrior Focus (x3)
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Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 14, 2022 14:27:08 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 14, 2022 14:27:08 GMT -5

Donût found himself not waiting very long at all for a response. First, the camera above the gate activated, with the light changing from red to green as it shifted to look down at him. When the lens focused on him, he flashed a quick smile and a wave of his arm that he hoped seemed friendly.

Apparently it was, since the gate rolled open and he was told to come in. He took a few steps to get inside the compound... then, noticing how far it was to the building, decided he wasn't going to walk any farther. Instead, he leaped. It was a surprisingly graceful motion for a squat little man wearing bulky layers of garish colors (bright aqua blue, bright orange, and neon-pink boots) and a backpack bulging with basic equipment, less a jump and more a gentle push from the ground. And after that push, he seemed to almost soar through the air, as if carried by wires, in an arc that took him about a hundred feet. A second leap was all he needed to further close the distance, and land a STARTLINGLY short distance away from Tomino.

Donût looked up at the doctor, since it seemed his head only came up to her chin, and flashed another smile. He then grabbed Tomino's free hand with both of his own. With a good, firm, grip of his gloved hands, he gave a vigorous arm-pumping handshake.

"Howdy-hey there. You must be "Doctor Tomino"! Pleasure ta meet ya! It's a nice compound ya got here! Lots'f space an' tha buildings look purty sturdy..."

He then looked around again, noticing a few craters here, a few broken windows there... Those would need repairing, he definitely needed to go over that DIY book he'd bought with some of his spare Zeni.

He did not stop the handshake until he turned back to look at Tomino. He let go of her hand, and pulled the shades from his face.

"Oh, sorry, almost fergot. Should prolly introduce maself. Most folks call me Donût, on account'f that bein' ma name an' all, unless they know me from tha ring. Oh!"

He put his shades back on, then undid some straps from his backpack. Once he'd shrugged the great thing from his shoulders and set it on the ground, he reached into a random pouch... And pulled out a few folded sheets of paper that were stuck together.

"An' ma resume. Didn't say ya needed one, but I figgered I should at least print one out while I wus at tha library."

The resume was... weird. The font was standard, but it was bright and colorful enough to be an assault on the eyes. And his employment history was bizarre. Lots of jobs were listed for short periods of time, no more than a few months at any particular business or venue, but he had listed each and every one as a possible reference. And then there were the skills... Things like, "Knowledge of Office Software" and "Forklift Certification" were mingled with "Martial Arts" and "Baking". And then there was the "alternate title" listed next to his name. "The Unbreakable Mister Steel."

Just who was this guy?

WC: 537
Total WC: 938

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XP: 10,517
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Minion PL: 23,000
Minion Forms: Prototype (x5)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 14, 2022 15:58:12 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 14, 2022 15:58:12 GMT -5

Yes, she's met plenty of bounding strong martial artists before. Yes, she's even is friends with a few! No, she was not expecting this guy here to make like actual leapfrog of her grounds and land just right there. The force behind his landing blows her hair and the steam of the hot chocolate back for a moment. And the calm gaze of the doctor blinks very deliberately a few times. He was short, strong, and probably way too enthusiastic about this to be making such bounds.

"Well, thank you, but it's actually Doctor Na-HN WHA-"
in the middle of abrupt introductions, she feels her other hand yanked into both of his. The guy carelessly shaking them about like she was a pachinko. There was only so much calm and collected breathing one could do before flailing like a helpless little dove, but here she was. The motions yank her out of the lean she had, spill the cup of hot choccy upwards in a near-perfect arc to catch most of it back in the cup after its half-foot journey in the air, and rock her whole being in general. This repeats a few times as the shake rocks her back and forth, cutting off her words and making them not really intelligible.

It takes about the same amount of time between him letting go and producing a resume that Tomino needed to regain some semblance of composure, cup hand twitching and her left brow tweaking a few steps before she just closed her eyes and took in a LONG breath. The doctor grabs the sheet without so much as looking at it at first, nodding and bringing that same hand to rub a bit at her forehead in a mild frustration.

"Ahem. Right. Mister Donut, was it. You'd be right, I didn't really ask for a resume because I didn't really require one. Not for this. I have proper channels if I wanted a busy body staff member with actual credentials."
After a bit of rubbing and sighing, she brings the papers back down to read, sipping her partially-spilled hot chocolate while she did so. Making sure loud slurps were there to fill up the silence, possibly to make sure mister Steel here didn't get another few sentences over her. To say this random cobbled-together resume amused her was an understatement. Definitely reminded her of some students who tried interning.

"Or should I call you Mister Steel?"
Not wanting the pair to just stand around in the open when there was a perfectly good building behind them, the woman slinks back and reopens the entrance to the facility behind her, offering an arm out for the smaller human to step in beside her. Despite the shaky start, she was being rather professional with no sense of agitation on her face. Beyond the distressing sighs, it was hard to read her.

"Before we get started we need to do some required paperwork inside. You should warm up regardless, the wind gets bitter in the evening."

WC: 509
TWC: 1247

Mister Steel
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PL: 100,000
XP: 5,524
Warrior Focus (x3)
More Pain... (x5)
...Mad Gains! (x16)

Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 15, 2022 0:42:42 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 15, 2022 0:42:42 GMT -5

Donût often played dumb and downplayed his strengths and abilities whenever not acting in his Mister Steel persona... but he knew how to read people. After all, he had to if he was going to be a half-decent fighter. He needed to be able to read a twitch of an arm or a shift of a leg and be able to tell that someone was about to throw a jab or roundhouse kick. So, he could tell if someone was frustrated. He could also tell when they were trying to get in a verbal hit or two, even if he pretended he didn't. So, the squat fighter did what he usually did when someone was being cross or insulting or anything like that.

He turned up the cheeriness an extra couple of notches.

"Heheh, oh yeah..."

Donût chuckled as he walked into the building, following after the Doctor. For a brief moment, he changed the timbre of his voice and added a little diaphragm to his words.

"THE UNBREAKABLE MISTER STEEL-" He flexed as he spoke, though the effect on his muscles was muted underneath the coat that he wore. "-Is ma stage name! Picked it up in tha amateur circuit back in ma college days."

That might have been around the time that Doctor Nahn/Tomino/whatever nickname Donût was about to give her might have noticed, scattered among the various other bits and bobs of his resume, "B.A. Political Science, Magna Cum Laude". Though, it was a social science degree, rather than a STEM degree, it was a degree. This man was college educated.

Which was perhaps why, after asking,

"So what am I signin', Doctor Nahnwha?"

Donût, aka Mister Steel, made sure to read every damn word of every piece of paper that was put in front of him. While holding a highlighter. A highlighter that he used to, well, highlight anything that seemed suspicious. Any language that he thought might be important to bring up or double-check, anything related to pay, anything related to safety, etcetera-etcetera... Only once he was satisfied that he understood every single thing that he was signing, and that he wasn't getting a raw deal, did Donût put his signature onto paper. With a dollar-store rainbow pen.

WC: 381

Total WC: 1,319

Professor Nahn
Rising Soul

XP/PL transferred to Acerola

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PL: 10
XP: 10,517
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Tag: @tomino
Posts: 53

Minion PL: 23,000
Minion Forms: Prototype (x5)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 15, 2022 11:55:46 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 15, 2022 11:55:46 GMT -5

It was a bit baffling, watching this man with so many 'qualifications' act like this. Tomino had been spoiled a lot by her peers, professional in their routine. Even standard staff usually took offers like this more seriously. Tomino turned her head ever so slightly to shoot Donut a look when he decided to perform his stage name between the two, showing off for her in probably the corniest way possible. She peels the paper back up to confirm this, huffing a slight... laugh through her nose.

"So it would seem. Did you forget to mark down 'Acting' as one of your skills, Mister Donut? You seem to have a knack for entertainment."
It was a little hard to read if she was just poking fun at him or actually making snide and petty remarks. The only real thing to go off of was her slight slip in that quiet chortle. Regardless, she would try bringing the pair straight into a meeting room, with oval table and all, gesturing to one of many seats while she strolled on around to fiddle inside a cabinet. A decent little packet is produced before being handed over to the man. She opted to stand over him and go over the packet rather than watch him nitpick everything.

It's a very standard affair waiving and liability for her sake, as well as insurance on behalf of 'dangerous work' and generous temp pay for the days spent with her. There weren't really any weasel words like you'd expect from a bigger company, largely because research just isn't that shady. Slowly, she would also point out where to sign, in case Donut here got bored of the looming doctor going over the entire thing.

"Read it, sure, but signatures are here - Here, Here... Both these, and one last one on the back. Full Print and Signature, that one. The few other blanks are for me."
Like a grad wouldn't get that, but she liked being thorough in everyone understanding where things were.

"When you're done, tell me. I'll be a room over getting more hot chocolate. Want some? Or a snack?"
She might be a stern, no-nonsense doctor, but she was at least nice to guests.

WC: 374
TWC: 1621

Mister Steel
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 100,000
XP: 5,524
Warrior Focus (x3)
More Pain... (x5)
...Mad Gains! (x16)

Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 16, 2022 12:55:38 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 16, 2022 12:55:38 GMT -5

Donût did indeed notice that little laugh. Turning up the cheer and charm and goofiness, six times out of ten, it worked every time. The other four times it backfired terrifically, but they weren't worth discussing when he had just succeeded.

The paperwork was indeed very standard stuff, nothing that his dad would have told him was a scam. Heck, there was even a temporary insurance packet in case he was horrifically maimed! Yeah, beds and showers and food and water and Zeni... and hot chocolate! This wasn't going to be a bad gig at all! Unless the weapons were terrifyingly effective. That would make it a bad gig.

"Hot cocoa sounds great, thanks! It's been... a bit'f a walk from Central City."

Yes, it had been bitter cold. Even though it was the middle of summer, there was still snow on the ground. And sometimes it fell from the sky at night, when he was huddled around the fire he'd had to build from scrap wood and dried brush. Hell, the central heating of the main facility building was almost too hot with his coat on!

He stripped out of his garments while the doctor was walking away, taking off his coat and gloves and winter pants... revealing a black tank-top, a denim vest that was once a jacket (now sleeveless) and a pair of tight blue jeans. The hot-pink boots... didn't really go anywhere, Donût shimmied back into them once he'd gotten rid of his outer layers.

Then, he put his signature here, initial there, extra signature there, date of birth, date of signing, etcetera-etcetera. Once he was done, he asked a very important question.

"So... when do we get started, Doc?"

WC: 286

Total WC: 1,605

Professor Nahn
Rising Soul

XP/PL transferred to Acerola

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 10
XP: 10,517
Last Resort (x3)

Tag: @tomino
Posts: 53

Minion PL: 23,000
Minion Forms: Prototype (x5)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 16, 2022 13:36:03 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 16, 2022 13:36:03 GMT -5

Did she hear that right? While in the room next to him, she fiddled around with her scanner to reconfirm just how strong this guy was. Did he really just walk here from the capital? That was a new level of absurdum she wasn't expecting. Most fighters, even on Earth, with any notable power she could record at least had better ways to get around. hell, some vehicles would have been preferable. Just how long was he walking straight for to reach here?

Regardless, the fair sound of pouring a couple cups can be heard as she got the pair of them each some of this good, premium hot chocolate. The chocolate taste was more pronounced compared to most store-bought brands, and the sugar was dialed back. When she got back to see the man stripped down to his underclothing, she simply offered a cup by setting it on the table next to him and sipping the other one while watching.

"We can get started shortly if you want, or start tomorrow. Whatever you're feeling. You will be here the same length of time regardless. There are only a few others who took up my offer so I've not got my hands tied in the slightest."
And since it would be the first, she wasn't going to ask for anything strenuous yet if he wasn't willing. Better to leave that on the table once her testers understood what she was exactly testing with them.

"I would like to ask a bit more about youself, though. Don't worry, this isn't part of the scrutinous interview. I merely want to understand the thoughts of those I employ. The resume filled in some pretty basic spots to your background, but I ask... Well, two things really. One, did you really walk all the way?"
Sip. That one was more to see her nagging curiosity. That's quite the journey for an average human of course.

"But more importantly, number two. What was your reason for taking the job up?"
gauging the actual intent behind the person would work leagues in her favor. Something as simple as really needing money was fine, but she did go out of her way to pick from the select few who weren't so far removed from her own goal here. Even if she wasn't being explicit with it here.

WC: 394
TWC: 2016

Last Edit: Jul 16, 2022 13:37:01 GMT -5 by Professor Nahn

Mister Steel
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 100,000
XP: 5,524
Warrior Focus (x3)
More Pain... (x5)
...Mad Gains! (x16)

Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 17, 2022 13:21:33 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 17, 2022 13:21:33 GMT -5

"Tha sooner tha better. Anticipation's always tha worst part'f gettin' decked 'n wrecked. I'd rather be sore fer a coupla days than spend a coupla days waitin' ta be sore."

Donût had never had premium hot chocolate before. Hell, he'd only ever had an expensive steak once when his former manager took him out for dinner after his first big win. So, after the customary blowing on his mug to cool it a bit, his first sip was... confusing. He was used to cheap hot cocoa instant packets, and his pallette didn't quite know how to process real chocolate flavoring without extra sweetener... He took a second, experimental sip. Then a third.

"Huh, ain't half-bad."

He blew on his mug again before he took his fourth sip. Then he leaned back a bit in the chair, trying to get a bit more comfortable.

"Now uh, ta answer yer questions... One, yeah. I walk just 'bout everywhere. Good exercise, plus I don't really have a driver's license..."

Donût shrugged, another sip of his hot cocoa. The premium stuff was really starting to grow on him. The flavor was a bit more complex, less overshadowed by sweetness. Damn, he might have been ruined for ZeniMax-store-brand instant hot chocolate...

"As fer why I took this job, well... there's a pre-pre-pre-pre-pre-owned starship in Central City that I got a down-payment on. And a tourney on some planet called "Konats" that's open ta everyone. I've spent tha whole last year trainin', so... Figger it'd be a good test'f ma mettle. If I can win it, 'er place, I c'n maybe send some good money back ta ma folks an' brothers'n sisters."

He held up a hand and waved it a bit, as if to pre-emptively stave off rage or any sort of other emotion. Or disappointment.

"An' I know, I know. It bein' all 'bout tha money an' whatnot, but ma folks need Zeni an' I need ta fight in tha ring again."

He sighed... Then, Donût, took another sip of cocoa.

"But uh, if ya don't mind my askin'... Why do ya need livin' subjects with high power-levels an' martial arts skills ta test yer weapon?"

WC: 365

Total WC: 1,970

Professor Nahn
Rising Soul

XP/PL transferred to Acerola

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 10
XP: 10,517
Last Resort (x3)

Tag: @tomino
Posts: 53

Minion PL: 23,000
Minion Forms: Prototype (x5)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 17, 2022 15:00:56 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 17, 2022 15:00:56 GMT -5

What Steel probably doesn't realize is that the chocolate in question is in fact imported. Cocoa grown off planet, in a climate somehow better suited for it than the Southern Tropics are. The planet name escaped hr memory once she stored it in her own canisters, but it was on the package somewhere. Crammed away in hr other personal expenses drawer, with other receipts. She might have to look that over again for a name when she runs out. The compliment earns the man a nod and raise of her own cup before downing it in a cheery fashion. Cracking perhaps the smallest smile an Earthling face could permit.

"No driver's license. Incredible. Can't exactly accommodate for that short of moving the facility. Good on you for making it."
She would wryly comment, another sip, before looking down into her cup and swishing around the hot liquids. Her preferred method to cool it down a little. She was still listening to the whole explanation about Konats and whatnot, but she couldn't help but wonder what crazy desperate man would come out to do all that JUST to ride out to Konats for even more seriously painful work. A tournament was no light matter, especially when not on Earth.

But she hardly hell it against people who were only into the stuff for money.

"It's quite alright, I didn't put out an ad specifying this was volunteer work. I just wanted to make sure those I got were motivated, and money is quite the motivator. As for your question, I think it better we take it out front and show you why I wanted people for this. Trained people. I'd consider throwing the jacket back on."
She offered before setting all manner of papers aside and making her way back out. Waiting only a mere moment between marching off and waiting for him to grab what he wanted before hitting the door. Once again greeted with a bitter wind. She started fiddling in her pockets to reach for something while she tried guiding the two further to the open range.

"The device I'm working on specializes in self defence. From anyone, including those with considerable ki pools. It'll make more sense once we get comfortable out here."

WC: 379
TWC: 2395

Last Edit: Jul 17, 2022 15:13:12 GMT -5 by Professor Nahn

Mister Steel
Renowned Power

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 100,000
XP: 5,524
Warrior Focus (x3)
More Pain... (x5)
...Mad Gains! (x16)

Tag: @steel
Posts: 309 Male

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Minion PL: 5
Minion Forms: Hardboiled (x4)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 17, 2022 23:21:25 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 17, 2022 23:21:25 GMT -5

The Unbreakable Mister Steel was indeed ignorant of the sourcing of the hot chocolate. In the future, this might prove to be his undoing, as he fruitlessly searched everywhere on Earth for that same type of cocoa...

That was the (theoretical) future, however. In the present, he was having a rather pleasant conversation with the good Doctor, who was even smiling a little here and there. He didn't know why, but Donût felt that he was getting a rare reaction from the stoic Doctor Nahn.

And then she was getting up to show him what she was working on. Donût hurriedly re-donned his coat and his snow-pants, before trotting out of the door to the room. ...A moment later, he came back in to grab his unfinished hot chocolate. After a quick bit of chugging, he dashed out while panting...

"Hot-hot-hot, still hot!"

And then Donût was walking outside with Professor Nahn, aka Tomino, aka "Doc". He was also listening to the beginning of her explanation...

"Ah, I getcha. Gotta give folks sum way fer them ta fight back against people like me. Not everybody c'n afford ta do wut I do... hell, I didn't even know what I do wus possible 'till I forced m'self ta do it. An' apparently, a lotta normal humans don't tend ta get as strong as me with tha same workout... So there's definitely sum sorta genetic component 'er sumthin' to it."

WC: 241

Total WC: 2,211

Professor Nahn
Rising Soul

XP/PL transferred to Acerola

STATS
STUFF
SIDES

PL: 10
XP: 10,517
Last Resort (x3)

Tag: @tomino
Posts: 53

Minion PL: 23,000
Minion Forms: Prototype (x5)

Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 17, 2022 23:57:58 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 17, 2022 23:57:58 GMT -5

The doctor eventually breaks pasts the testing fields and gets them squared up at their center. Waiting a moment and gazed at the expanse surrounding them before turning back to meet Mister Steel's eyes once again. What she eventually pulled from her jacket pockets were two orbs. Small little things, barely visible from the dozen or so feet they stood apart. They couldn't be bigger than ping pong balls after a good look.

"Correct! Mister Steel, we gather here today to demonstrate the purpose of my work! These are Palm Core Pads. A prototype weapon that will change the face of not only the Earth, but the Cosmos at large!"
She'd roll one of the small ball-shaped devices into one hand and juggle the other into its opposite. Letting them both rest in her upturned palm before suddenly 'sticking'. Almost like it was magnetized to her through her open hands. A jolt of energy sends a visible shiver down her body that she has to shake off as it connects with her body, only visible by the slight blue spark in her eyes. Something that fades quickly. With that established, she turns both palms outwards at the man and takes a defensive stance. Combat boots digging into the snowy ground below.

"Mister Steel, come at me! I will show you what the tests will look like! Don't you hold back either, we must be thorough! It's a Live Stress Test!"
She commands, her whole demeanor changing from one of abject coldness to one of roaring confidence and drive. She seems to have a conviction for the task at hand, her voice raising to pierce the light arctic winds surrounding them.

Tomino prepares herself!

PL: 95,000 (Palm Core Pads' Prototype x5)
KP: 6/6 (+0)
MP: 1/6 (+1)
DAM: 0/250% (+0)
CDN: ANTISENSE (Tomino's 10 PL excluded)

WC: 313
TWC: 2708

Last Edit: Jul 17, 2022 23:58:37 GMT -5 by Professor Nahn

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Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 19, 2022 15:16:01 GMT -5

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Post by Mister Steel on Jul 19, 2022 15:16:01 GMT -5

Donût did not really understand such things as engineering and STEM sciences, but he did appreciate how shiny and glowy the twin devices were. These Palm-Core Pads seemed to almost... fill Tomino's body with energy, if the body twitches and the way that her eyes flashed were any indication. Due to his being accidentally self-taught, Donût had never actually learned how to read energy on people. Not that it would have helped in this instance, the artificial power that Tomino used was different than the energy that flowed through living things normally, and was unreadable to most trained professionals, and even most Scouters!

Once Tomino had dropped into her combat stance, Donût did the same. His stance, however, was an orthodox Muay-Thai kickboxing stance. Fists out, right foot forward... He could technically fight southpaw, too, if he wanted, but he wasn't trying to confuse or "beat" Tomino. Just run her device through a stress test.

"Alright, but I'm startin' with a weaker technique, I'll scale up as we go on!"

With that, he rushed forward, raising his right arm for a clearly telegraphed punch. Unlike most fighters, he didn't just use ki as a shield or a beam or to make himself faster. The Unbreakable Mister Steel INFUSED energy into his muscle and bone, to make his whole body harder.

"STEEL SERIES RIGHT HOOK!", he shouted, right before swinging a right hook at Tomino.

It was probably painfully slow to her now, since Donût hadn't powered up to his full might.

Steel enters the fray with 35,000 PL!
He uses Steel Series Strike at 20% PL or 7,000 PL.
-1 KP
5/6 KP

+1 MP for posting, +1 MP for using a technique
2/6 MP

WC: 255
Total WC: 2,466

Last Edit: Jul 19, 2022 15:29:05 GMT -5 by Mister Steel

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Poster Boy (Steel) Jul 20, 2022 11:53:05 GMT -5

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Post by Professor Nahn on Jul 20, 2022 11:53:05 GMT -5

Tomino took mental notes on the way this man got ready to engage in combat. Steely blue eyes watching him carefully as he dropped into a typical martial stance. The good doctor did not know specifics off the top of her hand, but she could recognize it as such at least. Starting off low wouldn't be too bad either, since the testers ought to get comfortable knowing how much their scientist here could take. She nodded and waited for the Mister Steel to come straight out of Donut. Like he needed a moment to get into character.

Perfect. With the rush of wind sweeping past them both, Tomino bent her knees and dug deeper into the snow. A glint of energy bringing to poke from her palms as she stared the man down till the very last second. Then, the roar came from her. Her voice attempting to cut past both the rush of Steel's own callout and the snowfall around them.

"TWENTY FIVE PERCENT!"
She felt shoved back a few feet as one of her hands reached to catch the incoming hook. Donut would be able to at least feel a slight warmth from the energy beaming off this hand's palm. The set themselves were able to completely dampen the incoming blow, but it wasn't the only thing the doctor did with her reserved energy pool. The other hand turned towards the guy's stomach. Fingers curled back in a palm strike-Esque position before she pressed it up against him and unleashed the other portion of this energy.

A wide funnel of blue poured from her palm, sending a cone of explosive energy right at him point blank. The concussive force from it alone was enough to be damaging, even if this energy wasn't life force or magic. So close, it also possibly sends him flying back. The normal area of the blast is usually wide and long, much further than this short tussle they got in.

Tomino throws a Hi-Volt Shatter: 25% (1KP 20% | 19,000) to collide with Mister Steel's Steel Series Strike (7,000)! The result is the remaining 12,000 bleedthrough damage heading @ Mister Steel!

PL: 95,000 (Palm Core Pads' Prototype x5)
KP: 5/6 (-1)
MP: 3/6 (+2)
DAM: 0/250% (+0)
CDN: ANTISENSE (Tomino's 10 PL excluded)

WC: 389
TWC: 3097