12th oath of moment: Gauntlet Run. Backdated over the course of this weekend

[lunawolves10th]

[It began, as many things do with Garviel, with an Oath. In this case an oath to keep Merem from feeding on the blood of drones for 3 days. Unlike every other oath he has made since he came to mayfield, Garviel is having a truly difficult time keeping it. Because the monster is -fast- Fast enough to outrun bullets. Even a transhuman in speed-

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[BOY, THIS SHOULDN'T FEEL FAMILIAR! Granted, Garviel's nowhere near the gigantic colossus height of G Akiha, but holy shit scrambling away.]

Waah!

[lunawolves10th]

[The armor grinds as he tries to rise, weighed down by his own immense mass, gut roiling in agony with the anti-fatigue drugs fighting against the overload of lactic acid his muscles are producing. He manages to get to a sort of knees under him crouch before her, breath hissing from his vox grille.]

1/2

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[Her heart racing, Kohaku manages to somehow breath.]

Oh, phew. For a moment, I had a feeling of reliving a nightmare.

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Are you alright, Mr. Knight-san? You should be more careful running around in that armor of yours. Since this is America, someone could have sued you for attempting to crush me.

[lunawolves10th]

My name.... is Garviel Loken. [He gets up to one knee, reeling as he does so, the stink of the combat drugs keeping him alive noticeable even through the filtered air of his armor.]

I.... apologize. [He tries to rise, and his leg gives out, falling down onto his knees again.]

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Please sir, don't push yourself. [She sits on her knees so she can be on eye-level, hands on his shoulders to support him.]

My goodness. What on earth have you been doing? Sorry, but I'm going to need to take your armor off for this.

[lunawolves10th]

[Garviel nods his head, reaching to his chest plastron, activating the multi-latch there. The entire breastplate splits at seams not broken, but rather as though it was meant to be removed. Beneath it he is wearing a bodyglove that is rubberised in places, white and black, with neural interface plugs and spikes running from the armor to his body.]

Hunting...

[Is all he can manage for a moment. With the removal of the breastplate Kohaku can get a real look at him, as he removes his helm as well. He is... like a fallen, tortured angel in a way. Craggy features that suggest a rough nobility, as though hewn from stone, light freckles that stand out in contrast to unheathily-pale skin, and blond hair that is now plastered down by sweat.]

I have.... seen you before.

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[That works. Is that new modernized armor? I've never seen anything like it. She would have to make a note to ask and study for it later....oh.]

Oh my, it's the fail-grill guy! Hello again ♥

[lunawolves10th]

Yes. Hello Mamzel. Are you a medicae then?

[He is breathing a bit easier, but he still seems to be unable to stand without help.]

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A medicae? I've studied medicine, if that's what you mean.

[Just gonna be lending you a hand now.]

[lunawolves10th]

That will do. [He takes her hand, and slowly, slowly, rises. He is positively ashen, and coughs once, a racking thing that makes him almost fall again.]