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Post by Snakeskin on Jun 27, 2011 13:48:02 GMT -8
First battle with the new rules! Who's up for it?
Type: Single-Judge (Still Needed) Posts: 1 intro post and 5 battle posts per person Story Version: Off Version Bonus Points: Off Version Match: Version of highest-v Navi Setting: The rooftop of a large, single-story building in an unidentified city on the net. Bright and sunny with only occasional clouds floating by. The building is surrounded by other, similar buildings on all sides.
Dice roll to determine first poster, highest out of 100.
[dice=100] [rand=369167789515961963459865459008815814185030647844632728160398622697]
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Post by Paruga on Jun 27, 2011 15:07:23 GMT -8
Hey! Wanna warm up the new rules with my new, never been used, Memory?
[dice=100]
Huh...cool new dice box :P[rand=5446561289604334055258819133797654462028970522219647843525116802397]
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Post by Snakeskin on Jun 27, 2011 15:17:09 GMT -8
Fine by me! You get the first post.
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Post by Paruga on Jun 27, 2011 15:30:03 GMT -8
~Intro~
A lone navi stood on a dusty rooftop, deep within himself. Unsure of his goals now, the stoic military navi simply peered over the peaceful, quiet town. He remained at that spot all day, the sun slowly drawing to late afternoon. Though he kept a vigilant eye on the town, he was not ready for fighting. He considered himself a "watcher" whenever he stopped at a city. "When I leave, I will be nought but a memory," Memory.AI commented to himself. Memory turned quickly around, thinking he heard a noise. However, nothing but the wind moved around him, and he let the instance go...on the outside.
Really, he kept himself on guard. Countless times in the navy "little noises" turned out to be big problems. Memory's wheel on his back remained still during the entire watch, so the navi did indeed get a little bored. He was happy these navis did not face trouble, but he secretly wanted something to happen.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jun 27, 2011 16:43:58 GMT -8
(Thorn's Intro)
Thorn wandered the streets of an unfamiliar city, doing his best to navigate through the grid of streets. Every building looked largely the same, and there were no landmarks with which he could orient himself. He had found no opportunities for mischief as of yet; only random passerby absorbed in their own activities trickled down the roads. He would need a better vantage point if he were to continue seeking out a diversion.
The building next to him was outfitted with a ladder leading onto the roof, presumably for maintenance. Retracting his blades so that they wouldn't clank against the rungs, he made his way upwards bit by bit. Upon reaching the top, he discovered he was not alone. A blue navi was on the roof already, facing away from the virus and surveying the area. From his demeanor and appearance, Thorn could tell he was a security navi. Odds were he wouldn't take kindly to a virus intruding on his watch - especially not one who was looking for trouble.
The yellow blades materialized on the backs of Thorn's hands once more. Perhaps conflict could be avoided... but did he really want it to be? Deleting a security program would be quite a rush, and he was sure the feeling was reciprocated. Of course they would fight. They'd just be doing their jobs.
Thorn broke the ice, drawing attention to himself. "You wouln't happen to be guarding something, would you?" A simple question, phrased and spoken plainly - though the virus' tone of voice held the implication that Thorn was fairly certain of the response already.
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Post by Paruga on Jun 27, 2011 18:38:44 GMT -8
~1~
Memory was still on guard. He saw a devious looking navi run off from a small shop, smaller than the ones around him. His wheel started turning, and from his fingers shot two thin, long sparks of electricity raced down and found its mark. The thief fell face down, and the victim safely gathered the few stolen goods.
Memory was pleased with this, but he remained expressionless. The navy navi ((OOC: hehe, navY navI)) then resumed his usual watch. He was about to move on to another building when behind him came a voice. The strange, unknown voice asked him if he was guarding. Without turning his head, Memory responded, "Guarding? Nothing of your interest. Now, I suggest you leave." Memory had a feeling this...navi? No, not quite. More like, being, as Memory felt. He'd get back on exactly what this was afterwards. Eitherway, Memory had a feeling this being was up to no good.
He did not, however, know how far it would go.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jun 27, 2011 20:10:51 GMT -8
(1)
Thorn laughed in satisfaction as he saw the thief fall. It would appear that this navi might actually present a challenge. Still, his attempt to divert attention away from his task was naive at best. Words could not assuage a malware program when it had found a target.
"Wrong. Anything a security program doesn't want me to have, see or know is very interesting to me. Besides, if we didn't fight, we'd be shirking our respective duties."
Wordlessly, Thorn exerted his corruptive influence on the code surrounding him and his opponent. Flaws and errors manifested invisibly, the disrupted data colliding with the security navi caught within it and interfering with his optical code. Moving in close, Thorn swung out one of his clawed feet in an arc, aiming for his adversary's chest.
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Post by Paruga on Jun 28, 2011 11:16:30 GMT -8
~2~
Memory was getting ticked off- this one was stubborn, and Memory despised being corrected. "I have no duties save those I create and live by," Memory told the green one. Suddenly glitches became apparent in Memory's body, and his eye slots changed colors on random patterns with alternating reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
"You think I need eyesight to find you?" Memory taunted. As Thorn's foot came down, Memory faded away and appeared behind Thorn, bringing a watery fist up the being's back. Memory then faded away once more, parallel to Thorn on the other side of the roof. Memory's wheel on his back starting whirring at an even pace, and the ground below the two started pulling and swaying.
Before long, the entire roof was a deep blue, and Thorn and Memory were standing in a pool of shimmering water. Memory followed up by blasting bullets of water at Thorn.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jun 28, 2011 12:28:45 GMT -8
((2))
Thorn was caught off guard by the sudden teleportation of of his foe. His momentum forced him to complete the kick, and so he had no time to dodge the watery punch from behind him. He stumbled forward, regaining his balance just in time to notice he was suddenly standing in a pool of water.
A single, dry laugh escaped Thorn's jagged mouth. "I am aware that other senses exist. But if you think a puddle is somehow going to stop me, I must say I underestimated you."
He ducked down beneath the watery projectiles as the approached. He stood back up and opened his mouth wide, revealing the mass of yellow energy inside - not that his opponent could see it. Taking advantage of his variable Bug code, he integrated a frigid energy adopted from the ice element into the blast of energy that burst forth from his mouth towards his blind adversary. Fully charged with enough bug code to introduce glitches into Memory's systems and enough Ice power to freeze him in place, the Piercing Beam flew towards its mark swiftly. Sure, Memory's attacks would be slightly strengthened by the glitch - but it would be balanced out by a negative side-effect.
Closing his mouth once the beam was complete, Thorn ran forward towards Memory, sprinting across the soaked rooftop and kicking up water as he went. His blades began to glow, filling with infectious, malicious programming. Reaching his destination, He crossed his arms in on himself and then slashed outwards at his target.
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Post by Paruga on Jun 29, 2011 19:23:33 GMT -8
~3~
"Hmph. The fool thinks the "puddle" is all I intend to use against him," Memory relayed to himself in his mind. His wheel started spinning as he charged up an electrical attack, but suddenly, an icy beam struck him square in the chest!
"You think, you think this cold will stop me?" Memory called out to Thorn. However, right when he said that, Memory felt the programs in his body glitch up. Everything went against his will. "W$# iS TAE-asd?!?" was all the program could say. Nearly everything in him was no longer a part of him. He held ownership of his attacks and sensory detail of feeling, but that was pretty much it. Maybe, however, he could use that to his advantage.
Unfortunately, he had another problem to deal with. He was frozen! Memory found he couldn't move an inch, and thus, had to take beating after beating from Thorn until he found a way to get unfrozen. Memory did notice, to his liking, that each time Thorn made impact with him, the ice that kept him from moving was chipped away one little shard at a time. In a short few minutes, Memory also found his inner programs were functional, but he had to get the wheel on his back moving again. The ice beam hit that wheel, freezing it. He used what little power he had stored in him from the wheel's turning earlier to redirect the flow of electricity to the wheel. It wasn't much, but it was able to cause the wheel to shift, inch by painfully slow inch.
By this time Memory dealt with a large amount of damage, and the glitches in him were starting to take its toll. He could feel himself deteriorate inside, but he couldn't let this thing win. With his wheel now mobile, Memory had it spin to the fastest he could manage, generating large amounts of electricity. The energy coursed through his body to his feet, and, pushing through, erupted through the ice into the water! Now the electrified water had so much static energy, most of the ice on him shattered, now swirling in the water. Now mostly free, save for the major joints and some fingers, Memory focused on his electrical energy.
Before he knew it, the electrical energy within himself went haywire and charged with impressive power and speed. Memory felt the water disturb and shift, so he instinctively put his fists up and created an electric wall to block and shock Thorn. Once his foe had been given his due, Memory himself had to recover after the loss of so much electrical energy.
During his recovery, he felt his wheel spin at speeds he had never experienced before. "QERGR33#$%BAE" Memory corruptedly said. His body grew to be burning hot, and his eyes shifted to a piercing, alarming red. Though his speech was still impaired, he was able to make out one rough sounding word, "EHQWGQ$#@...Overload." With this newfound power, Memory increased the water level by an inch and increased the quantity and speed of his water bullets, all the while dealing with the punishment Thorn dealt him.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jun 30, 2011 16:44:53 GMT -8
((3))
Thorn slashed at his frozen enemy repeatedly, a malicious smirk forming on his face as his viral code worked its way into Memory's programming, spreading Thorn's infection and influence. A connection developed between the malware and his unwilling host... this was the sensation Thorn sought with every waking moment. There was a wonderful sense of satisfaction inherent in fulfilling his viral purposes.
Distracted by his euphoria, Thorn hardly noticed the ice falling apart. By the time Memory had burst free and put up an electric barrier to defend himself, it was too late to stop attacking. Thorn's hand slammed into the defensive wall of energy. He recoiled in pain, startled and shocked. He saw the water bullets approaching and ducked beneath them once more, feeling the wind blow through his spines as one projectile soared just over his head.
The act of dodging took its toll, however - some of the excess electricity that had been transferred into him acted up and sparked within his form, damaging him. He grunted, hesitant to move again lest he experience another jolt. Ah well, he supposed it couldn't be ALL fun. Still, now was just the time to get back to the entertaining bit.
Remaining almost perfectly still, Thorn activated the infection inside of Memory, causing the malicious code that had infiltrated his systems to lash out at his vital programming like a cancer. The smile that had been shocked away returned to Thorn's face as he partook in the addictive pleasure of damaging vulnerable data. He loved being a virus.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 7, 2011 15:29:59 GMT -8
((Okay, so before I make a real post I wanna clarify: did your last post imply the use of some status healer to remove the infection and/or glitches?))
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Post by Paruga on Jul 8, 2011 10:47:46 GMT -8
((-_-'' Right. Maybe I should've had something to justify that. Sorry man. You'll have to forgive me. It's been a long time since I've done a good RP battle. I've been trying not to godmod while at the same time not trying to act too weak, and fighting a Bug elemental is very interesting, to say the least XD. Here, I'll take the post down and make a more appropriate post. Sorry about the inconvenience!))
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Post by Paruga on Jul 11, 2011 19:17:01 GMT -8
~4~
Memory was going all out, despite the glitches in him, when Thorn recovered. Memory was starting to get used to the glitches inside of him, even working with them to get almost all control. He found he could move his legs backwards to get himself forwards, and when he tried lifting his right arm, his left would do the action. There was one vital part that was untouched by Thorn's viral prowess, and that was Memory's wheel. Memory could always spin his wheel to generate energy to create electricity to shock the malicious virus.
Memory had finally started to get the hang of the glitches when all of a sudden Thorn became completely still. Intrigued, Memory faltered- he was about to call out to his opponent when he realized it would do no good: the glitches even affected his voice system.
Then there was pain. All throughout him Memory was seething in pain. He cracked his shut eyes a little to see Thorn taking pleasure in this. The glitches' potentials were increased ten-fold. Memory could not move his arms or legs at all, thus nixing nearly every apsect of using his electricity except for defense. It seems now his power lies with the tides. Using his wheel, he generated waves to douse his foe with. A rather large one came crashing down, dousing everything in its path, including the ground several stories below. Memory was again forced to deal with Thorn's beatings, but now he could fight him off every now and then with water. Unfortunately, Memory could feel his power, along with Overload, diminish.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 17, 2011 18:15:06 GMT -8
Thorn was unprepared for the sudden swell of water. His last minute attempt to brace himself proved fruitless as he was swept away in the tide and thrown off the edge of the roof. Frantically he reached out and grabbed a hold of the same ladder he had climbed on earlier, clinging to it desperately as the waterfall pounded against his body. He felt his grip begin to weaken as moisture filled the space between his palm and the slick metal rung. Centimeter by centimeter, his hand slipped...
Finally the water stopped falling. He focused intently on the infectious code that remained within his foe, once again commanding it to lash out before it faded away. Hoping this internal assault would distract Memory or at least partially incapacitate him, the virus clawed his way back onto the top of the building, dragging his tall and limber form over the edge. Kneeling on the ground, he once again corrupted the data surrounding him and Memory, creating a storm of damaging glitches as he forced himself back onto his feet, splashing water all around.
"You're not bad. Interesting technique."
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