Post by Nightshade on Aug 14, 2017 12:04:06 GMT -8
Intro posts, 2 Battle posts 10 Version off
The purple dragon repeatedly tapped the edge of his boot on the ground, waiting patiently. He fiddled with the tactical gear he wore. He had left the battle arena open for anyone to join, he was itching to fight someone today. He looked at his fingerless boots and as his three toed feet. He hoped the stage would hold against his powers. It was a state of the art fight arena no doubt, not at the level of what he was used to at Nebula's training facilities, but still good.
The Darkloid Dragon grinned. It had been a while since he had fought against a navi that could match him or resist his corrosive touch. Most of the targets he deleted during work were barely able to resist his neurotoxins and his miriad of acidic poisons. They started calling him "The Poison Dragon" or "Pure Poison Navi" because of it.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2017 12:24:08 GMT -8 by Nightshade
One moment. Another. Without warning, the little sensor at the other entrance of the arena sounded, indicating that someone should've entered the arena. Looking over at the sensor, though, and even at the door, it was obvious that no one had even entered.
It sounded again. And again. Stopped a second. Then, it sounded, and went on without ceasing, the little green light that indicated someone walking through it going haywire, flashing nonstop.
Without warning, the little green light suddenly turned into an incredibly bright red light. The incessant sensor and bright red light intensified, before they both just stopped. The whole of the stage went unresponsive and still, even the leader board off to the side being replace with nothing but static, and, with what felt like a violent shift of Netspace, the previously empty space in front of Thorn suddenly had an occupant.
The stage righted itself, and the violent shake was gone as soon as it began, as PlagueMan, stood up and took form from the little blob they were on the ground. As their features solidified and took form, their lead coating was forced up from inside of them, wrapped around and giving them shape. The glass sphere formed around their head last, and PlagueMan opened their eyes . . . looking in the wrong direction.
As Thorn watched, PlagueMan didn't so much turn around as much as they did just suddenly happen to be looking in their direction. A small silhouette of where PlagueMan had just been facing in the opposite direction remained for but an instant, before it disappeared, and PlagueMan turned their multichrome eyes to glance at the purple dragon.
The first time they had entered this battle arena, it was against someone who misjudged them . . . at the same time, they had misjudged their opponent. Funny, how things always circled around. Today, they entered because it was open, and, in their first few fights in the Arena, they had found someone either worth getting to know through the link of battle, or found someone deserving of their unique methods of judgment.
How would this one fare?
"We are PlagueMan," the collective called, their form vibrating as the entirety spoke. Their overlapping voices echoed together and hummed with different tones and even personalities. Some of the voices followed after, like a distant echo or a lagged audio clip; some were just white noise, carried over with the actual sound. No visible mouth or structure moved to indicate where the sound was coming from, and, even as some sound appeared to be coming from the body, some echoed out from the very air. Even in their brief time here, they had already released members into the atmosphere.
"We wish for a simple sparring match, if you would allow us," they offered, turning to one side. The bugged data within their form caused the lead suit around their arms and over their chest to peel up and away, floating around them and pixelating rather than remaining on their form. Their body shifted to one side, their upper half displaced with their lower half, or their right side shifting up slightly higher, before righting itself, and some little spots in their form were constantly blurring out into lines of static. Some times, the lead suit couldn't correct itself before small little specks of pulsating color fled from underneath, shifting this way and that, the whole of the air around PlagueMan looking out of sync with the rest of space.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 14, 2017 15:46:40 GMT -8
The purple dragon raised an eyebrow. This guy...interesting fellow. Thorn hopped off from his position and neared the glitched navi, studying his featureless body. He walked a full circle, before chuckling and playfully booping the Plagueman's forehead with his tail when he introduced himself.
"Why wouldn't I let you, silly. I left this room open for a reason, you make it sound like a big deal, but I am here to find a guy able to match me in combat. I want someone strong, someone that can push me over my limits. It's the only way to improve." He stopped for a moment, briefly examining his tail after the boop out of pure curiosity. "You're a weird one aren't ya, all wobbly and stuff, but I can feel it. Something tells me you are strong, and I am dying to see just what exactly you can do with your wibblewobbles." He casually stated, waving his three fingered claw up an down at him, not knowing if the guy's eyes were real or not. The purple dragon was overconfident again, nothing out of the ordinary.
He shrugged and turned over to the door to lock it. After that he would begin to unzip his boots and pull them off. As soon as his feet claws touched the ground, fizzing and cracking echoed in the room. The ground beneath the dragon seemed to be rapidly decaying into a purple mud. "Besides, if you ask that politely I can't really turn down your request, can I?"
Thorn could hardly contain his excitement and his mischievous grin. He would stop just shy of the other navi, his body already craving for action and his lust for fighting almost impossible to contain. "I am Thorn.Tx, a pleasure to meet you...Plagueman. May the best fighter win. I hope you won't mind poison or DarkChips"
He made a short light bow as he introduced himself. If there was something that it could be said of him, it would be the respect he showed to any opponent regardless who or in this case...what they are. A true warrior respects its enemy but shows no mercy. And Plagueman would experience all of his poison powers to the very last droplets of his neurotoxins. The stage was almost completely converted now. Even the atmosphere was getting thick with poisonous gasses. Standing too close to Thorn would corrode anyone eventually. The pure poison dragon sure earned his many nicknames.
He would then allow the other to prepare, facing him with his usual cocky grin stamped on his snout. He couldn't help it but somehow feel like this fight would be one to remember. Just what kind of crazy stuff could this wobbly guy do?
His golden eyes locked onto the other navi and his tail slowed its speed to a slow left to right wag. "Start at your leasure. Battle Routine, Set."
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2017 16:06:11 GMT -8 by Nightshade
As Thorn approached PlagueMan, he would realize that the air around PlagueMan didn't simply look wrong, it was wrong. The closer he got, the more his own form phased over with bits of static, shifting pigments, and disjointed movement. Normally, the collective would veer away from a Navi attempting to touch them, but, the poisonous atmosphere the other released from his very pores was reaching their own lead suit, and they decided to let the Navi make their risk.
As soon as the tail made contact with PlagueMan's head, piercing agony would arc down the limb, the whole tail glitching out, suddenly covered by a black film of bugged data. Parts of the tail arced up and floated away, and the tip of the tail ended up farther up than it should be.
When the Navi walked away, PlagueMan watched his every step, each member of the collective watching him. Even their faux eyes shifted, each individual member making up the eyes turning to keep their gaze on him. They watched with interest as the Navi began to unfasten his boots, and shook with shock as the ground beneath him collapsed and degraded into a purple slime.
It would seem that, through one way or another, PlagueMan's current adversary was like them in many different ways. The toxic air and corroding touch was a lot like the effects their bugged data had on the Net around them, even if their own was far more volatile . . .
"DarkChips?" the collective echoed, rippling in disgust. Just then, the poisonous muck reached their lead boots, and singed away the material. Spasming in hatred, PlagueMan allowed their lead coat to be pulled back into their collective, their multicolored form revealed in full. For darkloid scum, they had no worries of their form destroying another. Their whole form shifted, the green and yellows dominating their outward shell replaced by reds, whites and oranges.
"Your attitude does not match your disposition. That will not deter our judgment, darkloid . . . subjecting yourself to that disease was a mistake.
"Allow us to cleanse you."
The poisonous muck rocked against their feet, but, rather than leaving them with scars or corroding marks, PlagueMan's whole collective rapidly adapted to the ground and poison all around them. A slight red glow came from their core as the Alpha distributed the newly adapted information across the entire collective. Each member adapted a slight purple sheen to their outward appearance, and PlagueMan waded through the muck without so much of a flinch. Their whole collective had perfectly adapted to the environment.
In an act of bravery or something else, Thorn didn't seem to mind the painful touch of the other navi. His own feet seemed to have lost their defined shape and fused into the muddy swamp Thorn had created, drawing the poisonous muck into Thorn's body. The glitched parts of his tail and shoulder quickly repaired themselves over time.
The Darkloid Dragon had a moment of weakness when the bug navi talked about cure and clensing. His golden eyes had a flicker of pain crossing through them, with good amount of sadness as well.
Thorn unholstered his gun and just stood before Plagueman, looking up at the guy that was now towering over him. "My soul is dark beyond repair...there is no more hope for me. There is no cure, I can't be cured."
He shook his head. Not the time to think about the past. The Darkloid hopped into his battle stance. "Sorry there, I got carried away for a moment. I know my kin hasn't that good of a reputation, but I am not like them. Sure...I do get a little fired up during fights but, I am not a savage. And while dwelling in the darkness and feeding of DarkChips is my life, senseless slaugher is not what I wish to do. Anyway, let's get this show on the road!"
With a loud roar, the dragon prepared himself to attack. The poison's Ph immediately jumped to a whopping 0.97, corroding just about anything inside itself. The thick gasses released by such corrosion enough to make your eyes hurt and your nose itch.
The toxic gases washed over PlagueMan, and a small number of their outer shell deteriorated, giving way to a sheen of deeper purple underneath, where the brunt of the collective was hiding. A second later, more specks of color - each one an individual, unibyte Navi - flowed out from deeper within the collective, reconstituting where the previous members had been and causing the collective to grow in size.
They didn't move. They didn't even launch in any particular direction. The collective simply ceased, a silhouette of yellows outlining where they had been a second before, the little dots of yellow retreating away. PlagueMan appeared again, now next to Thorn, and simply extended a hand to grasp at the Navi's shoulder. PlagueMan's form flickered, their mastery of their own data at use, and, when they fell to one side, the arm they placed on Thorn lingered. A slight shift and a rapid chain of adaptation later, and Thorn's corroding presence had no effect on them. They could regrow much faster than Thorn could hope to bother them.
Should Thorn feel the arm's touch, he would suddenly feel the agonizing pain from before, and the arm, now disconnected from PlagueMan, would dissolve and spiral into a stream of static that would rip right through Thorn's data. Meanwhile, PlagueMan shifted to Thorn's other side, their missing arm already recovered, the entire form much larger than it had been just a second ago. In that brief amount of time, their entire collective had already separated and reformed many times over.
They remained close to Thorn, storing power and constantly growing, allowing their own personal cloud of bugged data to expand and effect everything. The air fritzed out and filled with static hues, even the muddy ground beneath Thorn and all over took on strange new forms and shapes to their presence. It seemed that, in a way, PlagueMan's presence was just as dangerous as Thorn's.
"Hmpf...And I thought I was the only one who could corrupt stuff. You really are something. And what exactly would I be giving in?"
The Darkloid dragon quickly hopped away avoiding Plagueman's corrupted touch. He quickdrew his weapon and fired a series of small caliber rounds at the guy. He would then just fling his arm at the guy, sending a poisonous projectile his way.
He studied his opponent. This guy seemed heavily glitched, and was warping stuff around him. Not the first time he had seen or fought against bugged entities, but this one seemed to be in control of his action and dead set on deleting him. He would begin searcing for clues, ususally most of those kind of people had strange weakpoints and most of the time hard to find.
"Listen, Plagueman. I do not know what you think you can do but I can tell you that cleansing is not the right word to describe it. Also, size won't help you. Bigger you are, harder will you fall."
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2017 8:29:58 GMT -8 by Nightshade
The only thing that infuriated them more than Darkloids were Navis who claimed to have control, but lacked any signs of it. They knew that Darkloids could maintain some level of control, all the way up until they used a Darkchip, or succumbed to their own DarkSoul.
The individual pellets seemed more to glide in between the cellular units than actually strike them. A simple command, and a group of the collective launched out from the main host to grasp the bullets before they fully reached them, pulling them in intentionally. The poisonous gas and corrosive materials making up the projectiles stung against them as it tried to eat their form away, but, it wasn't enough to cause them worry. They could accept many more dangers into their own collective before causing concern.
The poisonous substance were broken apart and analyzed within the collective's core, and, just as it had done with the toxic substance beneath them, rapidly adapted and distributed the information across the entire collective. A purple sheen went over the whole of their form, and, now, a corrosive gas not unlike Thorn's seeped up from each individual member. Before long, they had their own toxic cloud floating around them.
"Our collective is capable of taking any form of anomaly, any form of bugged or abnormal data, and assimilate it into our being . . ." they explained, holding up a hand, generating a field of toxic energy just above it, a near perfect emulation - if not even stronger - of the toxic field around Thorn. "We stoke it, empower it, encourage it . . . and make it one of our own. Then, well," they paused, their hand suddenly exploding into a mass of writhing purple, tentacle-like appendages. The mass of appendages expanded and wrapped around one another, until it was like some sort of whip forged from bacterial flagellum. In an instant, the mass of interlocking flagellum took in different forms; a spiral of frost, raw dark energy, pure plasma and bugged interference was what it took on as its final adaptation. By analyzing the individual properties of the pellets of poison, they could figure out how to best destroy their opponent.
"We use it against them!" PlagueMan's upper body alone spun, whirling around like a top to sling the flagellum at high speeds towards Thorn. As they spun, they surged their upper body forward, keeping connected to their legs only by a thin cellular strand. When they pushed forward about five feet, rather than snapping back or slowly returning to their body, they simply reset, and PlagueMan's upper half appeared back on their legs without any intermediary movement.
They didn't flinch or move to show that they had regained any sort of control since they shifted back. They had a full handle on their collective, though, and, without any sort of warning, suddenly burst into a million fractals of color, static and shifting parts, each individual member taking to the skies. As little more than a cloud of noxious colors, the holy pandemic surged forward, gliding just off of the ground, and tried to wrap around Thorn, aiming for any open pores, his nose, mouth, ears, underneath his claws, like the pandemic had became an airborne cloud of death trying to find a way into its latest victim.
Fire and poisonous toxins roiled within their form, and, should Thorn come into contact with any of it, the volatile flames and much more potent toxins would go roiling into him. While he may not find the toxic gas all that problematic, the surging fires would be much stronger than a basic burn.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 15, 2017 11:48:02 GMT -8
Thorn's body seemed to buff up as the typical dark purple aura of DarkChips. There it was, that amazing sensation of power he fed upon every time he used one of those. That power would soon get absorbed and harnessed. A DarkSword would easily cut theough the tendon with precision. Almost if not painlessly. It was razor sharp as a scalpel. Again, Thorn wasn't one for sensless slaughter and gutting. His kills were swift and clean when he could. Most of the time though he was forced to slowly wear the opposition down. And that would come with lots of pain, sadly.
The dragon would then be incredibly surprised by the other's actions. The poison they created was quite potent indeed, but it lacked in some areas. Too easy to antidote, for example. He could tell by the smell of it. Still, he only knew of one thing that would allow others to copy and assimilate navi abilities and powers into themselves. "Never in my life I would have thought I would see someone with GetAbility. I thought it was unique to Megaman's Rival. And something in my gut tells me that you don't believe my words. You don't believ I can control myself uh? I can read it in your face. How about I show you then, my control over my powers."
Then, hearing the other's words and because by now this fight was nothing but him wanting to know more about this strange guy, who he now understood was made by a moltitude rather than a single being, he would simply approach the cloud and walk right into it. It was clear Plagueman was trying to infect him with himself, and he would allow it.
"And how about you show me this empowering thing Plaguey? Nothing can't even remotely stand beside me if I don't hold my poisonous nature back. Would you really be able to adapt and make it your own? Show me. Let's see just how powerful GetAbility really is."
He was curious to see what would happen if he did just what this guy told him. Give in.
Beside, he did tell him that if would be less painful if he were to simply give in. So he did. And while the pain was surely atrocious the Darkloid didn't flich, and accepted to be infected by whatever this guy was. Was this guy really able to thrive inside his body? Would it really be able to stroke, encourage, empower him?
Nothing could ever thrive in poison but he who was poison himself. If this guy spoke the truth he would go to the far end to see it with his own eyes.