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Post by Nightshade on Jun 2, 2017 0:00:16 GMT -8
Shane walked fast though the streets of Netsylvania, keeping mostly to himself. With a quick pace, he burned meter upon meter towards his preset destination. The man hugged himself further into his leather jacket when a gust of cold evening breeze tickled him. Shuddering, he pulled out his PET.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Nightshade?" He asked, nervous.
"Yes! I know it. I have traced the IPv6d signal with the NSD tracker. I know they are here somewhere." The navi replied, very eager to have his NetOp reach their final destination.
"Nighty, I told you many times before" Shane stated with a frown forming on his face. "Doing that is illegal. You need a permit from the police or a detective license like our father's. If they find us, we could go straight in jail for privacy violation and hacking."
The black and green navi whined and huffed in response to the man's remarks. "But Shane! I want to meet her! I have to thank her! It's a matter of principle for the help she gave me."
"Again with this mysterious armored lizard navi! Is this why you pulled me all the way here for!?"
The man stopped walking for a second. Nightshade hadn't been himself lately. Him wanting to go meet someone whas very uncommon of him. He rarely ever wanted to seek out new friendships, but now he was all fired up. While he had been away for work with his father, his navi had met a...'goopy looking lizard with armor'. Well, technically, he met it while disguised as someone else. Then apparently, this navi had helped him with battle or something.
If anything a new chip did magically pop into their folder. A pretty good one no less. That would be reason enough to find this navi and say their thanks. Still, could they really find this shapeshifting elusive navi?
Coming to a stop two hundred meters later, Nightshade's NetOp would find hiself in front of an arcade. He would question his partner's actions once again and wonder if he had really tracked the other navy down, before pushing the door open and letting it fall back into its original position behind him.
The arcade was no different from many others. At that time of the day, though it was empty. Or at least almost empty. Shane tugged his hands further down his pockets and began his exploring of the place.
To be honest, he was slightly creeped out.
Then, his green eyes caught movement and playful banter. Feminine playful banter. Nightshade began jumping around. "She's near! I know it! This must be the place!" Shane sighed. He didn't really want to do this. The navis' NetOp could potentially flag him to the police. Nightshade was so insistent though. Maybe, just maybe, he would stop nagging him if he was proven wrong. His fathers tracker didn't fail a single time though.
The 6'2 man came to a stop beside the only other human in sight near him. He waited for her to finish her game before gently poking the lady's shoulder.
"Excuse me, Miss." He softly called. Once he had her attention, he continued. "...my navi, Nightshade, would like to talk with yours. He dragged me all the way here from Echo Ridge, Electopia. I think it's important."
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 2, 2017 16:16:46 GMT -8
The low lighting of the arcade is offset by the multicolored glow of rows upon rows of terminals and console cabinets. As 'quiet' as the the place is at this hour, every step is greeted by the tinny electronic squawk of a dozen flashy games vying for Shane's attention and precious Zenny. Some are properly occupied, but the people are so absorbed into their games that they may as well be mannequins, completely oblivious to the world around them. One such person catches his eye - a younger lass with striking velvet hair tied into twin-tailed braids with red-dipped tips, clad in a black-and-red ensemble that would probably blend into the dark decor of the arcade if not for the sheer aggressively gaudy, gaudily aggressive style of it all. From head to toe, this teenage girl is clad in white-polished skulls, from the oversized headphones covering her ears, to the gold-chained belt around her waist that holds her skirt in place, to the almost knee-high boots that seem to be made entirely of forged iron and black-dyed leather. Typically, a universal statement in the language of fashion that reads "DO NOT TOUCH" - but then, Shane has already come this far. As he approaches his apparent quarry, he may notice the machine that she has set herself in front of - modeled vaguely after a red-and-white striped circus tent, topped with the smiling head of a huge-lipped clown with soulless star-shaped glass lenses for eyes...
"Huh?"
Shane's query is met and answered by the confused gaze of a pair of silvery eyes, their face sporting an expression of bewildered unfamiliarity. Perhaps he should've sent a message ahead of his arrival?
"...Do I... know you? Sorry, I ha- aw dinkit!"
And approximately thrice as quickly as she turned to face Shane, the girl is immediately back to fiddling with the console... which is now displaying some sort of countdown on its screen. Was she in the middle of something just now?
"That wasn't the difficulty setting I wanted to choose! Agh... Hey! You don't look busy, how about plugging in as Player Two on this thing so I don't waste my credits on Hard Mode!"
...Interesting. Her PET, an older Advance IV model by the look of it, is currently in proximity with an IR port on the arcade cabinet's control deck. One of four such ports...
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 2, 2017 16:44:38 GMT -8
The young man stuttered a little. He hardly ever fought. Nighshade hiself wasn't built to handle frontal assaults...still, he had interrupted her thing and caused her...trouble, he guessed? His digital partner was still dead set on finding the elusive shaleshifting navi he heard about. If they wanted to check anything, it would be now or never.
"I...uuuh...sure...sorry for that."
"Plug me in Shane! This is our opportunity to find out if I was right!" The black and green cat like warrior chimed in from his PeT.
"Right....JACK IN, NIGHTSHADE, TRANSMISSION!"
The 6'2 warrior materialized in the virtual space of the arcade game while Shane took his place beside the girl in black and red. Nightshade was slightly lost to be honest. It was his first time fighting in an arcade machine. He didn't fight much at all anyway. However, he knew that the voices of the mysterious elusive navi had to be true. All lead to that girl and her PeT. His tail flicked in slight nervousism. He could sense a dark presence...and a considerable amount of power. Without even knowing it his body had slowly lowered into a defensive stance. He swallowed. The had felt this kind of pressure on his soul before. The girl's navy had to be a Darkloid. He could feel his NetOp tense up as well. Shane probably caught on his body language. They both were ready to react at anything that would come out at them.
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 3, 2017 19:48:50 GMT -8
Nightshade finds himself surrounded by inky darkness on all sides, the ground beneath him illuminated by... a spotlight? A single cone of yellow luminescence, beaming down from above. Not too far away from his position stands another Navi... that is really the only apt description here, as this figure is simply a generic-model UraNavi. Bulky purple armor over black bodysuit, red-tinted visor with little glowing "angry eye' light patterns... and yet, there's definitely something up with it. A strong sensation of barely-contained primal fury just waiting to erupt, a lingering desire for blood and slaughter in the very air itself... that, and something about the Navi itself just feels off. Its armor has a bizarre sheen and tint to it, almost as if Nightshade can see right through it to the other side, like some sort of ghost...
"OOOOHOOHOOHOOOO! Ready for the show, are you?"
"...Hey, mister, are you and your Navi famous or something? I'd swear I've seen you somewhere before... ooh, hold that thought, here we go!"
If nothing else, the girl doesn't seem to recognize Shane's Navi - meaning she either wasn't paying attention to that fateful NetBattle, or he's found the wrong person. Either way, they're in it for the long haul now - and the scene unfolding in the Arcade Console's colosseum is now displayed in glorious high definition on the screen. The lights have brightened around the dark room, revealing the battlefield to be some sort of carnival tent arena, complete with the most obese, garishly-colored harlequin Shane has ever seen standing in the center of the ring, four flexing hands drifting in the air around him...
"So, new challengers here to face ME? Do you really think you have what it takes to take on an enforcer of the WWW? Oooo-" "Blah blah blah, same intro dialogue as last time. Wreck him!"
<As you wish. Cutting right to the fun part, then.> "...Hmph. Even BattleData like me has feelings, you know." <All the more to be hurt and stomped on, then. You have your purpose, as do I... and you...>
The UraNavi turns to face Nightshade, its featureless face completely devoid of emotion and expression - in stark contrast to its sassy demeanor.
<I hope you're ready for something a bit more... intense than what you're used to?>
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 4, 2017 2:41:19 GMT -8
Before the UraNavi could even finish the phrase, Nightshade was already in the clown's face. He wasn't strong as the girl's navi, but he was fast.
Very fast.
Using one of the clown's own hands as a trampoline he srung up in the air like a coiled spring. One quick barrer roll to get into position and a powerful clawed kick smashed right onto the CircusMan's nose from above. The moment the circus guy staggered was the moment Nightshade struck. The speed in which he charged the opponent after barely touching the ground from his previous jump was so high that it was incredibly hard to follow with untrained eyes.
A flurry of claw slashes followed the kick. No matter how hard CircusMan would try to swat the smaller navi away, Nightshade would just dodge and weave left right up down in and out of the way long before anything could hit.
One last slash and the black warrior would land still for a few moments right in front of the enemy. Nightshade would then backflip a couple of times to get away from an attempted grab by his opponent, coming to a full stop right in front of the Purple and black fighter. He gave him a quick glance but kept his gaze locked onto his foe for the most part.
"Less talking..." he snapped his fingers, causing the black sphere he deposited at CircusMan to explode in a huge black and green flash. "...and more fighting." he told the UraNavi.
Shane himself sighed in relief. The girl hadn't noticed the emblem on Nightshade's helmet or onto his PeT, which he promtly covered with his hand. Being the son of a rather famous detective and sole heir of its agency, you could get some unwanted attention. He pulled out something from his jacket, an earpiece of sorts with a microphone and a green visualizer, and wore it on his right ear.
"Keep your guard up, Nightshade. The opponent is surely hiding something from us. Don't open yourself to free attacks on his end, keep him guessing." He casually told his navi like if he was playing along with the girl's game. His partner gave him an almost imperceptible nod. He had understood the message between the lines.
"Ha! Whatever attacks he may be throwing at me it won't work. He won't ever be able to hit me." Nightshade stated with a cocky demeanour while playing around with another of those black spheres, charging it up.
Shane kept quiet and gave a glance at the girl again, taking in her features and most importantly, her attire. Even if it looked like a casual punk/street gang attire, it was way more refined. Most important, it was probably custom made and tailored just to her. Especially those crazy looking boots.
What it was odd though, was the fact that a girl with a lot of money had a barely customized navi. More over, he had seen that one before. A small beep coming from his ADLink, his custom device, moved his attention to some kind of information displayed on the visualizer. As he thought, that navi was in the Nebula System Dynamics server, accused of aggression, excessive use of DarkChips-
Shane had to force himself to stay quiet and not show any signs of surprise with all his might. That navi's NetOp wasn't at all the girl beside him. Most important...
The navi himself had been deleted three weeks ago.
Well, more than deleted. It had been brutalized by an unknown attacker after a failed infiltration attempt in some HVTs' bank accounts.
Shane tucked his right hand in the back pocket of his trousers, casually leaning back a little like he was genuinely enjoying himself. "Go, Nightshade! Snap that clown in two, Smokin' Sick Style!"
He used that cheer to cover the sound of a safety clicking off on his concealed carry gun.
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 4, 2017 17:35:19 GMT -8
< Not even going to stop and savor the atmosphere, then?>
" ...How long did you spend customizing that Navi!? I've never seen anything move that fast... Thrash, don't just stand there! And why are you bothering with the Facade Cloak!?" < ...Tch. Spoiling my fun... well, so much for standing by and seeing if he learned anything from last time.> " What do you mean by 'last time'?" < Nothing, just a bit of fun I had on my downtime. But if you wish to end this so quickly... so be it.> In his hectic clash with the clown, Nightshade may not notice his 'ally' slowly stepping into the fray. The Navi's movements have an unsettling fluidity to them - its legs bend at the metal plating around its ankles, rather than at its actual knee joints, and its general gait has an unnatural sway to it. This Navi moves almost like a marionette, being pushed along by something other than its own will. And as it approaches, the features of its armor seem to be... melting away, like hot wax from a candle.< My apologies, do you mind if I step in now?> " ...Y-YEEEEK!! Not you again! No NO NONONO!!!" And then, faster than Nightshade can even blink, it begins. The UraNavi seems to fold and collapse in on itself as it suddenly lunges past him, like a comet of molten glass. It doesn't approach with nearly the velocity of his own charge, but it quickly makes up for that in sheer ferocity - the almost-shapeless mass that seems to have emerged out of nowhere is now circling around the hulking carnie with a series of swift dashes, the ground under its feet suddenly sporting a mirror-like sheen. Nightshade quickly recognizes the almost dance-like movements of a true predator, stalking and toying with its prey as it rapidly disorients them, moving into an optimal position to strike. And then, the carnage begins - the "Navi" rushes in, whirling about madly as it literally rips INTO its target. Nightshade can see what appear to be flashing, jagged blades somewhere in the chaos - blades that dig into the clown's canvas-like body, and shatter like glass inside the wounds they create while the attacker simply pulls another one from who-knows where. It is both spectacular and horrible to behold in its own right...
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 5, 2017 1:36:13 GMT -8
Both Nightshade and Shane were at a loss of words. Nightshade more than his NetOp, being once again caged with that...thing. He had fought against it once before. He barely managed to survive thanks to luck and the thing not really fighting at full power. More like...it was toying with him. Was it drawn to him by his curious look or his shy demeanour? Was it testing him? For what reason? Did it want to take his look?
Nightshade hoped he didn't had to fight against it again. He would not be able to take it on with the little experience he had in fighting. He just wanted to thank it for the amazing Chip it gave him when it left their first fight, while also solving the mystery of the elusive shapeshifting navi that people blabbed about on the net and bbs...and nope away as fast as possible after that.
There was something else though. He was...strangely drawn to it. This navi had the uncommon trait of being able to shapeshift. It also had the same aura as a Darkloid, yet its NetOp did not slot in a single DarkChip. It was different. Darkloids need to keep feeding of DarkChips...why wasn't it doing that as well? That navi was clearly unique.
Could it actually be a good willed Darkloid?
Nightshade was curious. Sometimes, curiosity had killed the cat. But he wanted answers. He wanted to know. He wasn't sure, but he could feel some sort of very feeble connection with this navi. There was something that tied them together. He didn't know what it was though. Maybe their first encounter, maybe its strange gift.
Seeing it in action again was enough to give Nightshade bad memories of his previous encounter though. If he could actually experience that, he would say he had a bad case of ptsd.
On a good note, they really found what they were looking for. Now they just had to stay alive. Shane himself was safe in the human world, while Nightshade was trapped inside that machine with it by his own choice. Jacking him out was not an option if he didn't want to raise suspicion in the girl beside him, so they had to risk it.
Still...Nightshade had questions for the thing. Why didn't it delete him when he had the chance? Why holding back against him? and most importantly...why giving him that BattleChip?
The black and green warrior was brought back to reality when the clown attacked. The navi threw the obsidian back sphere at CircusMan while also dodging his flying ring attack matrix style at the same exact moment. Using his tail for extra leverage he was quick on his feet again and ready to rumble. What he did not expect was the darn thing to circle around and going back to him. He was forced to turn around and block it from hitting his chest by high kicking the attack into the roof of the carousel stage they were in.
Suddenly, another ring hit him from behind followed by a floating hand smacking him with enough force to send him skidding and rolling onto the floor for a few meters before coming to a complete stop. The navi struggled, but got back up. Nothing too serious but it still hurt. He snapped his fingers and set off the sphere bomb once again.
A much larger explosion followed the charged up shot, enough to move even a hulking mass of data like the clown guy.
Nightshade lowered himself into a defensive stance, following both the clown and the liquid navi very closely with his eyes. He would not get deleted today. If he had to fight the mysterious navi again, he would use his own chip against it.
Nightshade's NetOp kept quiet and allowed his navi to focus on the fight. He was ready to spring into action himself however. If he had to, he would draw his 6-shooter at the girl and order her to stop her navi from attacking his, jack Nighthshade out and be done with it. He began wondering where and why did Nightshade fought that guy and most importantly why would he go through the hassle to find him and risk deletion only for a chance to tell it something. The man opted to wait for the situation to change before doing anything.
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 5, 2017 8:17:24 GMT -8
The two-fronted assault seems to be taking an extreme toll upon the machine's battle Navi - he definitely seems to be focusing his attention upon the beast that is literally ripping its way through his body, for better or worse. Each time one of the clown's hands seems to land a blow, the creature's body seems to simply... disappear, a thick white haze bursting forth from the impact point of each blow before the monster blinks back into frame to resume its assault unfettered. After numerous failed attacks in this vein the obese harlequin proceeds to pull some sort of red cape-like curtain around itself and its attacker, now resembling a circus tent as it attempts some sort of grapple attack. And for a couple seconds, it almost seems to work... right before the whole thing unravels from yet another flurry of vicious slashes from within! His tent-like facade suddenly undone, the clown stumbles backwards and trips onto his backside, now staring up at the terrifying silhouette of the fluid-bodied Navi. The creature is more broad than tall, shaped into a vague mockery of a humanoid form, clad in what looks to be a beaten-and-worn shell of scrap metal and machine parts as a makeshift breastplate with shoulder-guards to give its 'physique' some sort of shape. The thing's head is featureless, save for the trap-like mask crudely bent to resemble a serpentine face, a baleful red glow issuing forth from the jagged-cut eyeholes. Catching Nightshade's eye, however, is the wicked slab of sharpened metal held in the monster's right hand - the thing could be politely called a straight-bladed sword, except no real cutting edge can be seen on the thing. In fact, it is completely blunt and rounded like a paddle, the only points on its profile being the edges of the jagged gap splitting the 'blade' in half down the middle, giving it a look not unlike the gaping jaws of a horrifying beast, complete with the crimson gem set in its hilt serving as an 'eye'.
<I have to wonder just how it is a little corner arcade managed to get their hands on something so dangerous as this... did you realize just what it was that you were handing out as prizes for your little game?> "I-I-I've never s-seen th-th-th-that in my LIFE! Come on, I'm just a battle image program, I don't know the sorts of prizes that the machine dispenses!" <...Hmph. I suppose it doesn't matter - it found its way into the right hands, after all. I can't say that I'm terribly satisfied with your answer, however... and my master brought me back here on the condition that I could win something else on a higher difficulty level. Perhaps you'll remember the bite of this blade the next time you dispense a prize to a player.> "AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
The next few seconds are a flurry of violence and confetti - Nightshade can only watch as the Navi begins its savage dance again, even faster and more frantic than before, and now with that terrifying blade added to the mix. The aura of dark power seeping from that sword is incredible, and it only intensifies each time it messily plunges into the clown's body over and over again, sending forth a comically grotesque spray of multicolored confetti and fireworks with each blow. Faster and faster the spectacle goes, until at last the Arcade Battle Program simply breaks apart at the seams like a bursting balloon, spraying pixellated corrupt code and multicolored sparks everywhere. The gelatinous monster now sits crouched at the epicenter of the carnage, its foul blade suddenly collapsing into black dust in its hand and blowing away on an unseen breeze... and a single red eye suddenly locks upon Nightshade.
<That was an impressive performance, boy. It just goes to show you what a little bit of practice can accomplish...>
Shane, meanwhile, is met by colorful fanfare from the screen of the arcade console, and the telltale click-clacking of a small object tumbling from the machine into a little slot at its front. A little plastic capsule... two, in fact - a light blue one that appears to house a familiar rectangular shape within its translucent confines, and an almost-glowing white one. The girl at his side performs a celebratory fist-pump, clearly satisfied with her victory. "Ha! Not even Hard Mode can stop me! Your Navi was pretty good too, mister... here, you take first pick of the spoils, you earned it!"
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 5, 2017 9:07:32 GMT -8
Nightshade literally jumped three times higher when the thing's eye locked onto him. He backflipped away from the spot in fear of an aoe attack and found himself on all fours, digging his claws in the sand of the digital circus , like how a tiger would stand before attacking. Multiple black spheres materialised and began orbiting around his body, ready to be flung at anyone who dared to jump at him.
"Nightshade, stand down." Shane ordered, picking up the white diamond shaped capsule. "I don't think it means harm." He took off the thing he had on his ear and turned himself over to the girl. "Shane. Shane Kahnnigan" He told the lady, offering his hand at her. "To be onest, we didn't do much, it was mostly your Navi's work. Nice hair, by the way. That purple surely makes your eyes stand out more, Lady Minerva."
Nightshade relaxed the tension in his muscles a bit and dispelled his bombs. He stood up fully and made his way veeeery slowly towards the other navi. He stopped a few meters away from it, keeping a safe distance so that he could react to surprise attacks, and awkwardly shuffled his feet claws in the sand, trying to avoid any eye contact. "Uuh...uh...thanks. It's how I...I n-normally do things..."
He tried to sound confident, but his words came out as a barely audible whispers full of stuttering. It was clear that the small black navi was terrified to step any closer than that to that hulking beast.
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 5, 2017 19:50:19 GMT -8
<...Twitchy, are we? Perhaps you understand now why I keep my true face hidden.>
The scene around it having dispersed and despawned as the aftermath of a NetBattle is oft to do, the creature rises to its feet and stands at its full height. Which isn't excessively tall, all things considered. Given that this thing is capable of altering its morphic dimensions at will, it probably COULD tower menacingly over Nightshade if it really wanted to. The numerous red-glowing nuclei planted around its mass are glowing just as intensely as its eyes... Nightshade quickly realizes that the thing behind the monster's mask isn't an eye at all - just another core. Maybe the cores ARE eyes, in which case he is staring back at seven piercing gazes at once right now.
<You've come a very long way to find me here, I must say. I hope it isn't for something as petty as revenge - after all, you were victorious following our last bout, if I am not mistaken.>
Shane, meanwhile, isn't receiving the warm reception he seems to have been expecting. His new 'friend' is suddenly backing away from him, staring at him suspiciously... maybe he shouldn't've used Minerva's name before asking for it...
"... ... ..."
And he definitely should've put away his gun before turning to face her.
"...Is... is that a Sharan Model-F Single Action!? Those haven't been in production for three hundred years!"
...Alternatively, the gun is now a conversation piece?
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 6, 2017 1:25:02 GMT -8
Nightshade shook his head. "No. I never intended to avenge or revenge anything. I just...need to know something."
The black and green navi gathered his courage and slowly walked up the the beast. He was still pretty nervous, but this conversation had to begin somewhere. "First of all. I'm Nightshade...what's your name? Your real one of course..." He extended his claw at the Daemon, looking up at the mask and trying to forget the fact that the thing was looking at him from 7 different parts of its body.
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Shane rolled his eyes. "I come from a well equipped Investigation Agency, Lady Minerva. Don't be surprised that I know your name. People like me have easy access to vast array of identification tools such as profiling networks." He let his hand fall down on his side and picked up the gun from its concealed holster and held it in front of the girl to see.
"As per your question, kinda. The outer shell is of a Sharan-F SA. The internals have been heavily modified to meet todays regulations and safety standards. Trigger response is double action, while a state of the art safety system has been added." He spun it around. "It still fires 6 shot of .44 magnum caliber, but it also has some...more interesting features."
The man picked up the thing he was using before and held it up for her to see as well. "This is an ADLink, short of Advanced Link. It's my father's invention. This device connects me directly to Nebula Systems Dynamics' servers and neural network. It allows for instant access to any information we have on anything, as well as providing me Battle Analitics of Nightshade's fights while connected to my PeT or even this gun here."
He put it on and pointed at a microcam. "This scans things, and the info is displayed here" he moved his index to the green lens "But not only that. Returning to the gun...please excuse the rudeness."
He aimed it up at her head, cocking the hammer back. After a few seconds, the ADLink beeped. He clicked a thing on the side to activate a speaker.
*Target's Threat Level: 87. Under 100. Not a target for lethal enforcement action. Trigger will be locked.*
"As you can see, I don't go around shooting innocent people." He moved the gun away from aiming position and showed that pulling the trigger would not shoot it. "There is a manual override that can be enabled in special occasions, but that would mean not be standing around talking about things. And just in case you are wondering...your Threat level is determined real time by cross examining your background as well as your most recent interaction with the police or any known illegal activity. If it's under 100, you are as white as an angel. Between 100 and 300, you get all the shady types, smugglers and low criminals. Above 300...well, let's just say that at 300 the trigger unlocks."
While Shane was talking, his net navi was beginning to show signs of curiosity at the other digital being despite his immense shyness. The Daemon could tell by the way Nightshade's tail was moving that the smaller navi was intrigued by her look. And, most probably, he would ask if he could poke her. Still, he was doing an amazing job at hiding it. Not nearly as good as her, but the small cat like warrior had an above average poker face. The mask covering his nose and mouth surely helped with that.
The man flipped the gun around and held it at the girl by barrel. "Perhaps you would like a closer look, Lady Minerva?" He asked. "Feel free to scan and try to shoot me, if you can." He challenged with a smirk.
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 6, 2017 6:29:33 GMT -8
<...'Real', you say? I've had quite a number of those in my time. Ahh... most simply call me 'Thrash', however - it's a nickname from my youth that happened to stick amongst the Officials. My creator branded me with my serial designation, ZV-403; my pacifist brethren simply called me 'Warrior', bless their hearts...>
Even as the "Navi" continues its spiel, something has just clicked with Nightshade - namely, his vicarious connection through his PET to the very ADLink system being discussed in the material world. The keywords "Thrash" and "ZV-403" seem to refer to a cold case file in the ONB archives - a centuries-old one involving NetMafia activity and illegal cyberweapon development, specifically some sort of combat-enabled Copyroid. And yet, that sort of technology has been banned worldwide for over a hundred years...
<...and finally, my original master had a personal name for me - one that only he is allowed to use, mind, so don't bother asking. Hmm... yes, I think that shoul->
Up above, Shane appears to have Minerva's unerring attention throughout his explanation - her eyes are practically twinkling as she examines the fine craftsmanship of his weapon from afar, and throughout his entire rambling explanation, she doesn't say a word.
And THEN, the son of a detective proceeds to offer his firearm to a minor. Before tragedy can strike,a loud squawk issues forth from the PET at her hip...
<Absolutely NOT, missy! Have we already forgotten what happened with the blunderbuss last month?> "...Fiiiine." <And shame on you, young man! I'm not supposed to be the responsible one here.>
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 6, 2017 6:43:38 GMT -8
Nightshade's curiosity was having the best of him. He wanted to know more about this strange navi's past. He made sure to ask his NetOp if their servers had more information about what the navi had just said. He decided that it was safe to approach, so he walked up to the side of the shapeshifter. He was still shying away, but he was much confident now. "Oh...um...nice to meet you, Thrash. I...I wanted to thank you for giving me this..."
He pulled out a holo image of a Battle Emulation to show the other navi.
"It helped alot...but why would you give me such a valuable chip? And why did you want to fight me last time? I am not that good of a fighter..."
Nightshade jumped again at the other navi's outburst when shane offered his gun at Minerva. Then he tip tapped closer again and lightly poked her in the arm to get her attention. "I think my NetOp has everything under control. That revolver has a tight security and safety system."
Shane nodded. "I second Nightshade's opinion. This revolver has a very sofisticated safety system. So please, Lady Minerva. I can read it in your eyes that you would like a closer inspection. Once again, feel free to aim and scan me."
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Post by Tiefy on Jun 6, 2017 11:23:36 GMT -8
<Your 'opinion' is irrelevant, as is whether or not you have any control over this situation!> "...I appreciate the offer, sir, but I probably shouldn't. It's not a good idea to test Thrash's temper when she's like this."
Smiling cheerfully, Minerva respectfully pushes the outstretched firearm aside with one hand - all things considered, a respectable display of self-control and restraint.
If the creature has heard any of Nightshade's banter, it does not show any signs of comprehension or a desire to respond, instead continuing to seethe and bristle seemingly at thin air... eventually, its attention returns to the warrior standing before it.
<...Your Operator is quite full of himself. Is that foolishness of his why you were left to face me before, rather than fleeing while you had the chance?>
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Post by Nightshade on Jun 6, 2017 11:34:39 GMT -8
Shane twisted the gun and holstered in a smooth motion. "As you wish, Lady Minerva. Say, why don't you show this guy around while our navis talk?"
Nightshade shook his head. "No. I don't back down from a fight. It was my decision to press on. I am not a coward. And my NetOp is surely confident on all his actions. He is one of the best if not the best of his age at his job. I mean, being an Inspector at such young age..."
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