"Uh. Ah. Um. Is- I know! It's a plot event! I know all about these, it's a cutscene where things happen and a quest occurs! Yes! And then the evil fiend shows himself, to battle with the heroes! I'll get a party then. And then I'll get my levels!" The navi nodded, then threw himself into a roll backwards, bringing out his weapon for the glory of the realm, then loking up at the raining Programs and nearly screaming. The fiends would resort to such measures at this? He'd have to do something quick... but what? He ran for the punch bowl, now distended on the side, kicking it up into one hand and holding it as he would a shield, most of the liquid having already spilled out onto the ground, that was remaining wouldn't be that much of a hazard. At most, he'd get a sticky arm.
"Take this, pieces of flying rubble!' He cried out, picking out a couple specific pieces of Mr.Progs and blasting at them, holding his shield at a 45 degree angle, hoping to deflect most of the dangers of this plotline.
Grand Unveiling!
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((Sry, getting sick. I'll make this brief..))
As Moonlight noticed the malfuctioning, he booked it in an irregular, almost circular pattern at high speeds, almost appearing to another's perspective as if he were moving in several places at once. One zig-zagged left and right, heading east. Another made a series of short leaps south. A third made some loop-de-loop designs in the ground, going north. Finally, one zipped straight to the west in what was almost a flash. The one heading south was the real one, trying to create some distance from the progs, and stopped behind a collum before hopping behind it and maintaining a crouched position...
As Moonlight noticed the malfuctioning, he booked it in an irregular, almost circular pattern at high speeds, almost appearing to another's perspective as if he were moving in several places at once. One zig-zagged left and right, heading east. Another made a series of short leaps south. A third made some loop-de-loop designs in the ground, going north. Finally, one zipped straight to the west in what was almost a flash. The one heading south was the real one, trying to create some distance from the progs, and stopped behind a collum before hopping behind it and maintaining a crouched position...
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It had been luck that he hadn't touched the refreshments, but chance had switched sides.
The Fickle Lady had dealt the cards, but the game was rigged. Triggerman was far from 21; he'd have to make do with the hand he'd been dealt.
At a moment's notice, the gale fluttering about Triggerman's serape grew violent, amassing in force as it disturbed the poncho's cloth. Against the current of wind, his garment fluttered behind him as new chaos ensued.
As Mr. Progs afly approached the crowd of navis, the Western Wind dissuaded their assault with forceful intervention. Amidst the rain of metal, Triggerman was unphazed. He stood still, in spite of the violent intentions; the gale served as his shield.
Civilians were at stake here, and there was every risk of them being compromised.
With the Western Wind reminding him of its presence against his cheek, Triggerman stayed ready.
1-3) The Good
- Command wind to to blow away Mr. Progs from self and others
- Wind type-grace
4) Wind-style dodge
The Fickle Lady had dealt the cards, but the game was rigged. Triggerman was far from 21; he'd have to make do with the hand he'd been dealt.
At a moment's notice, the gale fluttering about Triggerman's serape grew violent, amassing in force as it disturbed the poncho's cloth. Against the current of wind, his garment fluttered behind him as new chaos ensued.
As Mr. Progs afly approached the crowd of navis, the Western Wind dissuaded their assault with forceful intervention. Amidst the rain of metal, Triggerman was unphazed. He stood still, in spite of the violent intentions; the gale served as his shield.
Civilians were at stake here, and there was every risk of them being compromised.
With the Western Wind reminding him of its presence against his cheek, Triggerman stayed ready.
1-3) The Good
- Command wind to to blow away Mr. Progs from self and others
- Wind type-grace
4) Wind-style dodge
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"........" MeleeMan didn't say anything. A trickle of sweat began to roll down the side of his face as his mouth remained curved into its usual frown.
"MeleeMan! Did you not hear that?" Rania asked, beginning to panic.
"What? Did I miss something?" he asked obliviously. "Hurgh... my gut... it feels like that soulful fire..."
"It's not a soulful fire! It's a terrible poison! The refreshments were poisoned, we've got to get them out of there!" she warned him. "Quickly, er, do something! Anything!"
"Huh? Alright, I'm going to be feeling this later, but it's the best I can do for now," MeleeMan grunted, raising one fist into the air. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if in preperation for an oncoming attack. Suddenly, his fist swished through the air, pounding the navi crushingly in his own gut. The navi barfed up a murky, stew-like river upon the face of the highly unfortunate navi who had been recieving so many of MeleeMan's internal fluids. "Ugh. The only thing worse for a warrior than doing without food is losing food he's put in," MeleeMan grumbled.
"Eww! Good God, that was disgusting! You're so rude!" Rania shouted, utterly repulsed by his crass behavior.
"Hey, I did what you asked for. You should be thankful," MeleeMan coughed, wiping the side of his mouth with his thick forearm. "Good, it seems as if most of the navis are finding ways to protect themself. I'm going to get ready for my own defense," he said with a nod. "Little buddy, I hope you're ready for a battle. It looks like our cowardly opponent is revealing itself," he muttered, facing back towards Rass and releasing a thick cloud of smoke into the air.
1) Punch self in gut [4]
2) Barf
3) Prepare to dodge
4) Prepare to dodge
"MeleeMan! Did you not hear that?" Rania asked, beginning to panic.
"What? Did I miss something?" he asked obliviously. "Hurgh... my gut... it feels like that soulful fire..."
"It's not a soulful fire! It's a terrible poison! The refreshments were poisoned, we've got to get them out of there!" she warned him. "Quickly, er, do something! Anything!"
"Huh? Alright, I'm going to be feeling this later, but it's the best I can do for now," MeleeMan grunted, raising one fist into the air. He clenched his teeth tightly, as if in preperation for an oncoming attack. Suddenly, his fist swished through the air, pounding the navi crushingly in his own gut. The navi barfed up a murky, stew-like river upon the face of the highly unfortunate navi who had been recieving so many of MeleeMan's internal fluids. "Ugh. The only thing worse for a warrior than doing without food is losing food he's put in," MeleeMan grumbled.
"Eww! Good God, that was disgusting! You're so rude!" Rania shouted, utterly repulsed by his crass behavior.
"Hey, I did what you asked for. You should be thankful," MeleeMan coughed, wiping the side of his mouth with his thick forearm. "Good, it seems as if most of the navis are finding ways to protect themself. I'm going to get ready for my own defense," he said with a nod. "Little buddy, I hope you're ready for a battle. It looks like our cowardly opponent is revealing itself," he muttered, facing back towards Rass and releasing a thick cloud of smoke into the air.
1) Punch self in gut [4]
2) Barf
3) Prepare to dodge
4) Prepare to dodge
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Wipeing her mouth from vomiting, AniMay grimaced as the progs exploded from the unknown force of the attacker. Silently watching in horror as their remains flew thourgh the air, she barely hears her net op's inane chattering about how he was right. Quickly standing up, AniMay strikes a defiant pose and shouts at where the explosion occured,"How dare you destroy this event. It was to bring unity to the net, a hope and dream for net-ops and navi's alike,"pointing in the diection of the smoke, she continues,"I will not stand for this, and I swear that I will bring you to justice."
<Oh man that was a kick ass speach, I wish I had recorded that...> Genso said from his apartment.
"W-what? I only said that because i thought you were recording. Now I'm a huge target!"
<Oh man that was a kick ass speach, I wish I had recorded that...> Genso said from his apartment.
"W-what? I only said that because i thought you were recording. Now I'm a huge target!"
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*a white beam of light appeared in the net city square appering a wite cat with human shape, standing on her hind legs, out of the main party area*
"wow. seems like things are realy geting started."
"ya. well. i guess we just have to see whats going on here."
Nikko's eyes then shift to the refreshments.
"awww.....no fish?"
"it's a party, nikko, so....ya.....no fish."
"awww. oh well. i'll just stay out of the other navi's way untill something happens."
"guess so."
nikko then sat down like a cat would, her tail slowly moveing from side to side, waiting for something to happen.
"wow. seems like things are realy geting started."
"ya. well. i guess we just have to see whats going on here."
Nikko's eyes then shift to the refreshments.
"awww.....no fish?"
"it's a party, nikko, so....ya.....no fish."
"awww. oh well. i'll just stay out of the other navi's way untill something happens."
"guess so."
nikko then sat down like a cat would, her tail slowly moveing from side to side, waiting for something to happen.
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Raiden watched in absolute perplexion as the heap of Mr. Progs exploded upwards into the air, reached the peak of their arcs, and then came torrenting down like green screaming bombshells. The other Navis around the room were quick to act. A couple of them dove headlong under a table; another dodged back and forth and even sumoned a barrier for a Mr Prog to bounce off of, singing all the while; one across the Netsquare threw out legths of string from his fingertips to guide a number of Mr. Prog's softly to the panels below; the rest were throwing up.
Raiden opened his mouth, but then stopped himself as he realized what they were doing. They all must have ingested some of the poisoned pie and punch, so they were getting it out of their systems before it could do any harm. He looked down at his gut, and realized that he was going to have to do the same if he wanted to stay out of the territory of the already-fallen NetPolice Navis.
"Raiden, do something, would you? Does that CTRL thing work on yourself?"
"Sure it does," he replied, frowning. It did work, but the results weren't exactly desirable. Regardless, he put one hand to his stomach. His entire body and some of the pole that he was holding immediately greyed out, until it was so bland that most would look right past him without noticing him. His face twisted unhappily, and then he whipped his hand away, holding a lump of white energy that he tossed to the ground. As soon as it hit the tiles underfoot, it was soaked in like water and vanished.
Then he heard the monkey-Navi calling down to him, and shrugged in reply, although she probably couldn't see it. "I don't know, I can't see anything past--GAH!"
A screeching Mr. Prog cut a swath through the air as it sailed toward him. He took a few quick steps to one side to avoid it. The Mr. Prog crashed into the tiles just next to him, belching out coding. The pole in his grasp wobbled severely, and he brought his other hand up to help hold it steady.
"Sorry, Miss Monkey!" he called up apologetically. "I guess you can't see anything up there either, can you?"
[1. Purge self of pie with CTRL powers; it's hard to explain, but yes, it does work
2. Dodge incoming Mr. Prog
3. Get ready to dodge]
[Holy crap, that post got a lot longer than I thought. Sorry.]
Raiden opened his mouth, but then stopped himself as he realized what they were doing. They all must have ingested some of the poisoned pie and punch, so they were getting it out of their systems before it could do any harm. He looked down at his gut, and realized that he was going to have to do the same if he wanted to stay out of the territory of the already-fallen NetPolice Navis.
"Raiden, do something, would you? Does that CTRL thing work on yourself?"
"Sure it does," he replied, frowning. It did work, but the results weren't exactly desirable. Regardless, he put one hand to his stomach. His entire body and some of the pole that he was holding immediately greyed out, until it was so bland that most would look right past him without noticing him. His face twisted unhappily, and then he whipped his hand away, holding a lump of white energy that he tossed to the ground. As soon as it hit the tiles underfoot, it was soaked in like water and vanished.
Then he heard the monkey-Navi calling down to him, and shrugged in reply, although she probably couldn't see it. "I don't know, I can't see anything past--GAH!"
A screeching Mr. Prog cut a swath through the air as it sailed toward him. He took a few quick steps to one side to avoid it. The Mr. Prog crashed into the tiles just next to him, belching out coding. The pole in his grasp wobbled severely, and he brought his other hand up to help hold it steady.
"Sorry, Miss Monkey!" he called up apologetically. "I guess you can't see anything up there either, can you?"
[1. Purge self of pie with CTRL powers; it's hard to explain, but yes, it does work
2. Dodge incoming Mr. Prog
3. Get ready to dodge]
[Holy crap, that post got a lot longer than I thought. Sorry.]
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((Sorry I'm late getting here. Getting here took longer than I thought. Is it ok if I join in now, or is that point long gone?))
XIII walked into the square, only to see the panic and chaos that was unfolding. "What the hell is going on here?!"
XIII walked into the square, only to see the panic and chaos that was unfolding. "What the hell is going on here?!"
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Walden looked on in despair as new Navis seemed to be arriving, despite the virtual hail of Mr.Progs falling from the sky. "ShellMan," he told his Navi, who was still holed up inside his shell for defense. "We've got to warn those new guys beforehand about the situation. In this chaos, there may not be anyone else who can do so."
"Uh... I guess," ShellMan said. Normally, he would have been happy to make some new friends, but these were hardly the right circumstances. Closing his top lid and making a mad dash for the area the two had arrived in, ShellMan skid to a stop as he was just in front of the furry Navi and the red-headed one. His shell opened just enough to show his eyes and allow his voice to escape. "I-I'm ShellMan.EXE..." the Navi began.
"Skip to the point, ShellMan, there's no time!" his operator reminded him.
"Well... if I were you guys," he began, with a thoughtful pause, "I would avoid the refreshments that were brought out. Some bad guys seem to be trying to take control of the event... the food they brought out may have been poisoned," he said, with a gesture toward the Navis barfing all around. With that, ShellMan drew into his shield again, deflecting an incoming program projectile for the group. "If I were you... I'd get out while you still can," he said in his soft voice, turning to the two with his round eyes showing just between his lids.
Summary:
Get to new Navis
Shield
Shield
"Uh... I guess," ShellMan said. Normally, he would have been happy to make some new friends, but these were hardly the right circumstances. Closing his top lid and making a mad dash for the area the two had arrived in, ShellMan skid to a stop as he was just in front of the furry Navi and the red-headed one. His shell opened just enough to show his eyes and allow his voice to escape. "I-I'm ShellMan.EXE..." the Navi began.
"Skip to the point, ShellMan, there's no time!" his operator reminded him.
"Well... if I were you guys," he began, with a thoughtful pause, "I would avoid the refreshments that were brought out. Some bad guys seem to be trying to take control of the event... the food they brought out may have been poisoned," he said, with a gesture toward the Navis barfing all around. With that, ShellMan drew into his shield again, deflecting an incoming program projectile for the group. "If I were you... I'd get out while you still can," he said in his soft voice, turning to the two with his round eyes showing just between his lids.
Summary:
Get to new Navis
Shield
Shield
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((People are welcome to join in until I say otherwise. Which I haven't yet.--DEMON))
From high up in the sky, a team of HeelNavis rapidly manipulated their trajectory with a few more Airshot bursts, arcing above the falling barrage of Mr. Progs. Their plan had gone without a hitch--disabling the Yumland refreshment wagon had been a piece of cake (ouch, the puns.), and infiltrating as Progs had been even simpler.
But here came the crux.
"Look at them panic!" A female HeelNavi laughed as she peered below, watching the smokecloud they had unleashed envelope the restless crowd. Many had begun to turn on their neighbors--"Like frightened sheep," she commented. A few were trying to organize some sort of resistance, but the majority of the crowd was still in turmoil. "Clearly, we're superior to these--"
"Enough." The raspy voice's owner, a midnight-black HeelNavi with calm jade-green eyes, stared down his subordinate. "Is Team B in position?" He had worked too hard to screw up here, now.
"Last I heard, they had infiltrated the NetPolice without fail. Not sure on current status--"
"They won't fail." Another HeelNavi, slightly bulkier than the others, grunts. "My brother won't fall to those dogs."
"Good. Execute Phase 2." The leader commands, as they begin their descent, drawing up golden shields as they did so.
"They won't know what hit them..."
From high up in the sky, a team of HeelNavis rapidly manipulated their trajectory with a few more Airshot bursts, arcing above the falling barrage of Mr. Progs. Their plan had gone without a hitch--disabling the Yumland refreshment wagon had been a piece of cake (ouch, the puns.), and infiltrating as Progs had been even simpler.
But here came the crux.
"Look at them panic!" A female HeelNavi laughed as she peered below, watching the smokecloud they had unleashed envelope the restless crowd. Many had begun to turn on their neighbors--"Like frightened sheep," she commented. A few were trying to organize some sort of resistance, but the majority of the crowd was still in turmoil. "Clearly, we're superior to these--"
"Enough." The raspy voice's owner, a midnight-black HeelNavi with calm jade-green eyes, stared down his subordinate. "Is Team B in position?" He had worked too hard to screw up here, now.
"Last I heard, they had infiltrated the NetPolice without fail. Not sure on current status--"
"They won't fail." Another HeelNavi, slightly bulkier than the others, grunts. "My brother won't fall to those dogs."
"Good. Execute Phase 2." The leader commands, as they begin their descent, drawing up golden shields as they did so.
"They won't know what hit them..."
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Oberon's tear-shaped sapphire pendant glowed with a steady light from deep within, with an occasional, hesitant glint, as he turned around in a slow circle, blades at the ready, eyes missing nothing. He sensed incoming foes from all sides.
"Don't worry, love," he said quietly, gazing blindly out into what seemed like endless empty space. "I will not be defeated."
His communication link was acting up. He heard "Call the others," and realized that Sarah was ordering Kazu to tell their friends not to come.
"Sarah," he said out loud, turning in a slow circle, "Activating chip data now."
"Don't worry, love," he said quietly, gazing blindly out into what seemed like endless empty space. "I will not be defeated."
His communication link was acting up. He heard "Call the others," and realized that Sarah was ordering Kazu to tell their friends not to come.
"Sarah," he said out loud, turning in a slow circle, "Activating chip data now."
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XIII looked a bit puzzled. "Poison? Refreshments? Get out of here? The? Sorry, Shellman, but things just got way too interesting for me to just leave." he said this with a grin on his face. for too long he had been only running errands and helping Kasumi with her homework. Now was the opportunity to have some fun.
He looked up when he thought he heard something, and saw a few brief glints of gold amongst the rain of Mr. Progs.
"Remii! Can you see what those are?"
"Its kind of hard to make out, but I think those are navis. If they're up there, then they may be the one's causing this rain."
XIII turned to Shellman again and said, "Look, this won't be easy if those guys are actually the enemy. Is there any way to get some of these navis here back into combat ready health?"
He looked up when he thought he heard something, and saw a few brief glints of gold amongst the rain of Mr. Progs.
"Remii! Can you see what those are?"
"Its kind of hard to make out, but I think those are navis. If they're up there, then they may be the one's causing this rain."
XIII turned to Shellman again and said, "Look, this won't be easy if those guys are actually the enemy. Is there any way to get some of these navis here back into combat ready health?"
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Seeing the swarm of heelnavis, AniMay let out a healthy eek, putting a good 6 or 7 e's into it.
<Come on, be brave!> Genso said as he reached for his chips,<this is like in 'attack of the robots. just get ready to do your thing...>
"Right!", she shot back as she got into a battle stance...
Actions:
1-3) battle stance(auto dodge)
<Come on, be brave!> Genso said as he reached for his chips,<this is like in 'attack of the robots. just get ready to do your thing...>
"Right!", she shot back as she got into a battle stance...
Actions:
1-3) battle stance(auto dodge)
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"Oh shit." said nikko geting up on her hind legs.
"guess we got here a little late. heh......looks like we and the new navis that just got here.....are on clean up duty."
"Heh. seems like it. send me some chip data just in case. we may need it later."
"Ok." Timmy then slotted in his shotgun, cannon and rage claw, leaveing the boomerang for later.
"Heh. now then....." nikko said activateing the rage claw chip data which turned her paws into large bear claws. "lets get redy to fight if we have to."
"i still have Jay's boomerang at the ready."
"Good, we may need it."
"lets get ready to rumble."
"guess we got here a little late. heh......looks like we and the new navis that just got here.....are on clean up duty."
"Heh. seems like it. send me some chip data just in case. we may need it later."
"Ok." Timmy then slotted in his shotgun, cannon and rage claw, leaveing the boomerang for later.
"Heh. now then....." nikko said activateing the rage claw chip data which turned her paws into large bear claws. "lets get redy to fight if we have to."
"i still have Jay's boomerang at the ready."
"Good, we may need it."
"lets get ready to rumble."
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"Wait, wait, wait!" ShellMan told the cat-like Navi. "It's too early to plan the assault! I can't even see the enemy through this smoke, and they're obviously crafty if they've pulled this off so far. Hold your fire for now," he advised her, lowering his voice and turning back to the red-headed Navi. "If you have to stay, be ready to defend yourself... I think anyone who can heal is already trying to restore the Navis who are going down, but the situation looks bleak. With all this interference, I'm not sure if many can even see each other if they're not in close proximity... But, if you're willing to help," ShellMan said, brightening up, "Tell me if there's anything I can do."
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"didn't plan on attacking yet." Nikko said turning twords shellman.
"we were just geting ready, just incase those navis that sabatoged this event attacked."
"ya. hope that we can take them on."
Overview
explain
preped dodge
"we were just geting ready, just incase those navis that sabatoged this event attacked."
"ya. hope that we can take them on."
Overview
explain
preped dodge
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"Miss Monkey, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be up there anymore! Those guys are getting close!"
Raiden watched as the Navis behind the golden shields dropped toward the ground. "So these are the dudes that are responsible for all of this..."
Some kind of cat-like Navi had started readying weaponry, and a very weird Navi seemingly made of shells was telling it to stop. There were a couple of bursts of data as Anti slotted in a couple of chips, and they made their way to his system to be held at the ready.
"So we're going to fight, are we? If that's the way it's going to be!"
[1-3. Get ready to dodge.]
Raiden watched as the Navis behind the golden shields dropped toward the ground. "So these are the dudes that are responsible for all of this..."
Some kind of cat-like Navi had started readying weaponry, and a very weird Navi seemingly made of shells was telling it to stop. There were a couple of bursts of data as Anti slotted in a couple of chips, and they made their way to his system to be held at the ready.
"So we're going to fight, are we? If that's the way it's going to be!"
[1-3. Get ready to dodge.]
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XIII drew his massive blade from the sheath at his side and moved it in front of him. When the enemy revealed itself, there wouldn't be much time to react before they saw how many were still functioning. The first strikes and blows could verywell dictate the course of this fight.
He smiled though, seeing a great challenge in front of him. "Shellman, What you can do," he said, "Is don't get killed. That would put a real damper on the celebration."
summary:
(1-3) Ready to dodge.
He smiled though, seeing a great challenge in front of him. "Shellman, What you can do," he said, "Is don't get killed. That would put a real damper on the celebration."
summary:
(1-3) Ready to dodge.
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American rested his hand on his chest, he began to look at the cloud. His eyes trying to narrow in on the voices where abouts, but the smoke was too thick and the lights too bright. He had no way of telling if there were even bodies in there, guess he should have bought himself a scanner at some point. But that would have been useless, unless he wanted to shoot at something without seeing. Possibly hitting someone, but friendly fire is a no go in these lands.
"Everyone, run into the smoke. We'll blitz them fast and hard."
American began to run towards the smoke, he wanted to get this over with. The souveniers were waiting, and they seemed like some nice souveneirs also.
1-4_ Auto Dodge
"Everyone, run into the smoke. We'll blitz them fast and hard."
American began to run towards the smoke, he wanted to get this over with. The souveniers were waiting, and they seemed like some nice souveneirs also.
1-4_ Auto Dodge