Celestial Panzerhund

@@dragon4111 He looks over at the masked pony with the massive rifle of anti-material...ness... "My... accent?" He questions. "It's Germane." He soon responds. "Ich came here frum zere after ze vorld vent into insanity." Hazmat looks at his weapons and compares it to Dracos's. Kinetic vs vapor/liquid. "Do you zink you could use zat in CQC?" He questions to Draco.

Fussy

"Cute"

Uhm.... Uh...

Formal

..... Unique?

@@Demirari Hazmat stops his thought and looks over at the mare. "Vhat? Oh it's nuzing." He responds. "I'm just zinking is all." He soon adds in after looking up at her. "Vhy? Did I look funny?" Hazmat asks with a small smirk of joking and hoping that he didn't really look funny.

Pony

Lama

After doing his small sight seeing of the pony of hazardous material sat at the opposite ends of secret. Looking down to see metal flooring. Then to his home made weapon, them back down to the floor. The barrels of the weapon almost looked as if it was the same material as the floor was. Or that could be him just thinking that just to think of something.

Hazmat walks into the vehicle and takes a look around. After the sight seeing, walks to the front of where the drivers would be and takes another look around some more. 'Since vhen did zey zink about using mechanical components to allow faster travel?' He asks himself. 'Unless zis has a bit of magic in it. Zen ich could see zat.'

'She makes it seen as zough ve're gunna die.' Hazmat thought to himself before his questioned was answered. Then another pops up. "Ist zere defensive arsenal or is zere just vone gun?" He asks looking at... "Her" "Und," He starts up. "Vhat's 'her' name?" Asking while slowly looking at the sergeant.

@@Demirari Hazmat payed little to no attention to the two new ponies that walked in. He starts to give a closer inspection the to the HMG. See all the bolts and markings on the massive weapon. After a short while of inspection he flops down to the commander. "How zick is zis armor it has?" It looks as if it could take a hit from a 120mm shell... An APCR vone..." He finishes looking back at the vehicle then back to the commander.

Chemy followed behind Gentle Secret, he looks at the walls the hall has until they ended up in the garage. Seeing what was in the middle, he wasted no time running around hoping ontop, looking underneath it, so on. Wasting no time looking at the mobile steel angular box, as if a foal in a candy store wasting no time looking at the sugary treats.

Hazmat gives a second check to his saddle and bag. Everything looks good. "Vell, ve should head out now." He says out to the group, approaching the door Ms. Secret was at. "I'm ready for hell." After looking down the hall, he looks over at secret as if wondering if he should take the first step. (Assuming the halls lead to the outside :3)

"I'm not asking for a cure, I'm just letting you know zat ze vanadium sulphrite is mixed vith me." He responds. "If you vant sample ich (I) vill have no problem giving them to you." He says afterwards. "Just don't let anyvone else know... okay?" He asks with a hint of a small whince, worried that she might spill the secret.

He whispers with a simple response of, "vanadium sulphrite." He pauses. "A chemical crystal zat is in my blood, vings, und eyes." He looks at the group incase they heard any of it but seemed occupied. "It alzo shot my bio temperature to about vone hundred eight degrees." Hazmat adds in for his last words before giving g the !medical pony a chance to ask questions or give a statement.

Hazmat looks over at the medical pony. Taking a good few moments of silence. His mind in a mad dash of yes and no of whether to tell this pony a long held secret. ".... Ja..." He starts up with his deep Germane accent. "But only you can zee it." He was probably going to regret this. But what ever happens, it was meant to be.

Hazmat straps on his saddle of chemicals. Each side bearing the same weight. Soon after he tightened the saddle to his form perfectly, he grabs the grey bag and lets it hang over the yellow striped saddle. Getting out the datapad, after looking through the contents of what the bag offered, he looks over the pad and places it back in. He'll bring it out later when its actually needed.

Hazmat watches the princess speak and act like the average royal pony. Speaking as if she cares. He doesn't truley think that she cares about the eight. But more for what they were wanting. Hazmat didn't think that if they died, it would've mattered. The seven po ies and him were expendable. But no pony dared tried to go out there and look for these... "items". He stayed silent and allowed the others to speak. His gasmask hiding his facial features. With a hoodie to cover up his torso with his wings out of by holes on the side. Her never cared for armor. His weapons were his defence and offence.

A battle saddle! Two gun with different approaches to a situation. On one side, it has a painted diagonal green line. That represents a hazardous gas it can spew out. The other, is liquid plutonium-239. Marked with a yellow line. Melts skin right off the bone like a child licking icecream off a stick! But that is rarely used for it can radiate the surrounding. Don't wanna seem too op.

I'd like to join! My OC would be Hazmat. Hazmat: a Pegasus, black fur and black mane/tail. Has red eyes (explanation in background story) and inner wings red as well. (Eyes and wings glow a soft neon red.) Back ground story: while living in a mountain peak, high above the world, but not above the clouds,he stayed there alone, making his own little chemical weapons. Cutie Mark: three cog wheels in a triangular form with a tread going around them as each cog wheel speels out "G-A-S". He started to come up with his own lethal chemical that was inspired by old war. It was called "Vanadium sulphrite". The basics of it was sulphur and vanadium crystal. the chemical turned from a solid, toliquid red, then into a gas-like neon red. Hazmat was intruiged by this and contained it in a vile. after a few minutes of the chemical sitting in the bottle,he releases the lid to see what would happen. with the heat from the vanadium and the hint of sulphur mixed in with oxygen in the air made the compound... Volatile. upon instinct hazmat extended his wings to fly from danger. Sadly, without any protection from the away chemicals it mutated his wings, eyes, and blood stream into that vanadium sulphrite. He lays there with crystal forming over his frontal body as he in a "hyper sleep". Slowly changing his DNA and other building blocks of what made him. His wings were more durable. As in they cannot be broken by blunt objects. It has to be sharp, or faster than normal swings (bullets as an example). His bodys biotemperature increased to 108° so he cannot stand heat that well. His eyes represent defensiveness. If just neon red iris, he is OK. But, if threatened or nervous, his whole eye turned neon red as the iris turns neon white with bloodshot neon white veins.

You're not a thing! You're a great sublime protplasmic carbonated vertebrae jelly! And I'll look at the OC's tomorrow.

I am back!!! Finally!

Kay thanks So! In a few hours, imma be gone and into the engineering camp. And I'll be gone almost a full week. So there won't be any posting for me! And those who posted their OC's, I'll look at them when I get back.