Bugman and Teethman
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"Teeth?" the Navi heard a voice call out in the darkness. "Teeth, you in? Everything going okay? It seems like your systems got scrambled entering the area... have you got proper visuals?"
The Navi took a while to respond to his operator's voice. In reality, he didn't have any visuals at all, nor any way to respond. For a moment, Teethman's systems had been rendered entirely offline in the scramble, apart from the uncomfortable Net floor and the noise of his operator mingling with the sounds of chaos all around him. In a few seconds, however, Teethman's abilities had returned and he stood, beginning to get a fuzzy picture of his surroundings.
"Sorry for the crash," Hal chimed in, finally analyzing the problem. "Our last busting run put some strain on you, to the point where jacking you in to an unstable zone like this temporarily overloaded your memory. You should be good to go, apart from some combat functions I'll bring online soon. As for now, I have to go take care of something that will prove necessary if we want to keep up here."
"Ahah..." Teeth responded groggily. His head felt light as his systems rebooted, and he took in the situation. The uniform-wearing Navis all around, each one constantly locked in battles with enemies in varying ratios of heroes to villains... As it came back to him, Teethman mentally shuddered. He'd gotten on a high after the great success of his attempts to revitalize Hal's enthusiasm in their last run. This wasn't an easy situation to be thrust into, though... success in a virus busting session said nothing of performance in such a heavy combat environment.
Hal had already gotten off the line and left for wherever he had to go. "Return backward upcoming, Hal..."
The Navi took a while to respond to his operator's voice. In reality, he didn't have any visuals at all, nor any way to respond. For a moment, Teethman's systems had been rendered entirely offline in the scramble, apart from the uncomfortable Net floor and the noise of his operator mingling with the sounds of chaos all around him. In a few seconds, however, Teethman's abilities had returned and he stood, beginning to get a fuzzy picture of his surroundings.
"Sorry for the crash," Hal chimed in, finally analyzing the problem. "Our last busting run put some strain on you, to the point where jacking you in to an unstable zone like this temporarily overloaded your memory. You should be good to go, apart from some combat functions I'll bring online soon. As for now, I have to go take care of something that will prove necessary if we want to keep up here."
"Ahah..." Teeth responded groggily. His head felt light as his systems rebooted, and he took in the situation. The uniform-wearing Navis all around, each one constantly locked in battles with enemies in varying ratios of heroes to villains... As it came back to him, Teethman mentally shuddered. He'd gotten on a high after the great success of his attempts to revitalize Hal's enthusiasm in their last run. This wasn't an easy situation to be thrust into, though... success in a virus busting session said nothing of performance in such a heavy combat environment.
Hal had already gotten off the line and left for wherever he had to go. "Return backward upcoming, Hal..."
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You lookin' like you think that I don't know.
Thinkin' that the signs of a lie don't show.
Little by little you lie more so.
I'm-a give you something so you try no more.
Oh my lord! Whatcha gonna say next?
Do anything for my little paycheck.
I'm-a tell you short, simple and ba-sec.
It really doesn't look like you're gonna make it.
You make me sick, with all your tricks.
You just might slip, your feet lose grip.
You're not that slick, i'm much too quick.
You've broken something that you just can't fix.
You know that oil and water don't-
*Thwack*
Something small, green and, now, incredibly sore, jacked straight into the side of what used to be a website. It tumbled down into the smoking ruins of www.painkillers4all.com, bouncing off the helmet of a metool munching through the digital bricks. It turned to look at the arrival, who apologised for his rude entry.
[Mettan] "Meep". said Bugman, rubbing his head.
[Mettan] "Meep". replied the metool, which continued with it's lunch.
Bugman peered over the rubble. A cacophony of explosions, gunfire and deletions accompanied by the awsome mix looping in Roy's PET Music player. Buildings crumbled under the impact of a dozen missfires, navis died in screaming balls of tearing data and virii preyed on the remains of the carnage. The two sides were barely distinguishable in the smoke and flames.
<(O.O)>
<<Eh... maybe we should hold back for a while.>>
"Yarr..."
Thinkin' that the signs of a lie don't show.
Little by little you lie more so.
I'm-a give you something so you try no more.
Oh my lord! Whatcha gonna say next?
Do anything for my little paycheck.
I'm-a tell you short, simple and ba-sec.
It really doesn't look like you're gonna make it.
You make me sick, with all your tricks.
You just might slip, your feet lose grip.
You're not that slick, i'm much too quick.
You've broken something that you just can't fix.
You know that oil and water don't-
*Thwack*
Something small, green and, now, incredibly sore, jacked straight into the side of what used to be a website. It tumbled down into the smoking ruins of www.painkillers4all.com, bouncing off the helmet of a metool munching through the digital bricks. It turned to look at the arrival, who apologised for his rude entry.
[Mettan] "Meep". said Bugman, rubbing his head.
[Mettan] "Meep". replied the metool, which continued with it's lunch.
Bugman peered over the rubble. A cacophony of explosions, gunfire and deletions accompanied by the awsome mix looping in Roy's PET Music player. Buildings crumbled under the impact of a dozen missfires, navis died in screaming balls of tearing data and virii preyed on the remains of the carnage. The two sides were barely distinguishable in the smoke and flames.
<(O.O)>
<<Eh... maybe we should hold back for a while.>>
"Yarr..."
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Teethman hadn't remained active at all as Hal had left: rather, he had simply collapsed and let his systems stay down, which might have been wiser in the end considering the corpse-like appearance it lent him may have kept him out of harm's way. Suddenly, however, he was sprung upright to his feet, his teeth clacking mechanically and a number of strange rotations occurring in various armor blocks of his body as he rose to consciousness. In a few moments, a stream of garbled speech issued forward which finally faded and gave rise to his regular voice. "My processes restarted... you completed your jog, Hal?"
"That's right, and now that you've rebooted properly you should have access to a number of new functions. Don't test them out now though," Hal warned him, "because we can't tell when our first battle will start and we'll need them ready on standby. Now, our first job should be to find somebody we can team up with. A partner will be necessary so we can watch each other's backs while lend assistance."
"... Yo, Hal," Teethman responded after a pause, "Whom are we present toward offer help toward?"
Hal paused a moment as well, biting his lip as if his Navi had said something offensive. Regaining his cool, Hal grinned his natural smile and said, "The Netpolice, of course! Now... we just have to find either a NetPolice troop or a freelancer we can side with in our battle."
Teethman was scanning the field for just a short time before his sensors locked on to a signature. "Er, Hal, sweeps reveal this here must exist additional Guide... however, my sights are never lifting it upward..." Teethman tilted his head upward, then moved it downward, finally spotting the small Navi that the reading was coming from. "This should exist it...?"
"Ah, really? The visual is... well!" Hal said, putting his hand to his chin. "Honestly, this isn't the kind of Navi I was expecting to find on the battlefield first, but it's also certainly not what I'd expect from a Mafia Navi. That means he should be safe to forge a partnership with... approach him, but be terse about it. Don't approach it directly... if he is a Mafia Navi, we don't want to let him know what we're up to initially."
Teethman continued to stare down at the round Navi with his expressionless grin. "Yo then... my signature is TM.EXE... I were simply into the town and were debating either or never then was some Guides surrounding this that may exist entertained into grouping me in brawling present. Proceed you familiarize some kind men?"
Hal stared at his PET blankly. "Well... that's not the smoothest way to approach it," he said with a sweat, "but at least he didn't reveal our affiliation yet. Let's see what happens here..." the operator concluded, waiting with his hand on his chipfolder.
"That's right, and now that you've rebooted properly you should have access to a number of new functions. Don't test them out now though," Hal warned him, "because we can't tell when our first battle will start and we'll need them ready on standby. Now, our first job should be to find somebody we can team up with. A partner will be necessary so we can watch each other's backs while lend assistance."
"... Yo, Hal," Teethman responded after a pause, "Whom are we present toward offer help toward?"
Hal paused a moment as well, biting his lip as if his Navi had said something offensive. Regaining his cool, Hal grinned his natural smile and said, "The Netpolice, of course! Now... we just have to find either a NetPolice troop or a freelancer we can side with in our battle."
Teethman was scanning the field for just a short time before his sensors locked on to a signature. "Er, Hal, sweeps reveal this here must exist additional Guide... however, my sights are never lifting it upward..." Teethman tilted his head upward, then moved it downward, finally spotting the small Navi that the reading was coming from. "This should exist it...?"
"Ah, really? The visual is... well!" Hal said, putting his hand to his chin. "Honestly, this isn't the kind of Navi I was expecting to find on the battlefield first, but it's also certainly not what I'd expect from a Mafia Navi. That means he should be safe to forge a partnership with... approach him, but be terse about it. Don't approach it directly... if he is a Mafia Navi, we don't want to let him know what we're up to initially."
Teethman continued to stare down at the round Navi with his expressionless grin. "Yo then... my signature is TM.EXE... I were simply into the town and were debating either or never then was some Guides surrounding this that may exist entertained into grouping me in brawling present. Proceed you familiarize some kind men?"
Hal stared at his PET blankly. "Well... that's not the smoothest way to approach it," he said with a sweat, "but at least he didn't reveal our affiliation yet. Let's see what happens here..." the operator concluded, waiting with his hand on his chipfolder.
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Bugman's first thought was: Huh. Must be foreign.
He was looking up into four rows of unnervingly grinning teeth, the chest set almost as big as he was, comprising the main features of the custom navi that towered above him. It's odd dialect may have been caused by a bad language translator program, but that was only a hypothesis. It's buff and bulky bodyparts made it assumedly male and obviously capable of combat. The overall design seemed rather... intimidating.
Bugman's second thought was: Oh God! Don't eat me!
He took a few uneasy steps back from the giant who had apparently introduced himself, which showed a sign of not-gonna-kill-you-nowiness, but he didn't particularly like the sound of "brawling". Someone was gonna get hurt. And all the teeth were looking at him.
Observing that things could be much worse (or not, depending on the double-mouthed navi's prefered flavour), he half-heartedly drew himself up, gave a half-hearted smile with a half-hearted thumbs up.
Bugman's third thought was: Crap. Here we go again.
He was looking up into four rows of unnervingly grinning teeth, the chest set almost as big as he was, comprising the main features of the custom navi that towered above him. It's odd dialect may have been caused by a bad language translator program, but that was only a hypothesis. It's buff and bulky bodyparts made it assumedly male and obviously capable of combat. The overall design seemed rather... intimidating.
Bugman's second thought was: Oh God! Don't eat me!
He took a few uneasy steps back from the giant who had apparently introduced himself, which showed a sign of not-gonna-kill-you-nowiness, but he didn't particularly like the sound of "brawling". Someone was gonna get hurt. And all the teeth were looking at him.
Observing that things could be much worse (or not, depending on the double-mouthed navi's prefered flavour), he half-heartedly drew himself up, gave a half-hearted smile with a half-hearted thumbs up.
Bugman's third thought was: Crap. Here we go again.
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As the two Navi continued with their strange conversation, the battle for control of Electown Net raged on. Lights flashed as lasers were charged and a cacophony of explosions filled the air. Shadows shifted through the battlefield, Navi from both sides locked in a battle that could only end in the deaths of one side or the other. Fires burned brightly in the distance, casting a deep crimson light over the combatants. The battlefield, pockmarked with blast craters and littered with the remnants of deleted Navi, seemed bathed in blood. Smokes from the fires and dust from the explosions choked the air, creating thick smog that obscured the area around the newly formed duo.
"Help me!"
The scream sliced through the din of explosions and the haze of smoke. It was a woman's voice, perhaps that of a young girl. Were there civilians caught in this horror? Out of the fog of war stumbled a female Navi designed to look like a young girl. She was dressed in school uniform of sorts, with a black skirt and a yellow blouse that was covered in grime. Her round, cherub-like face, placing her at around ten or twelve years old, was framed with golden ringlets of hair that spiraled down to just past her shoulders. She was dressed in knee socks and wore dainty black shoes that were smeared with mud. On her head, oddly enough, was a yellow helmet with a black stripe that resembled those worn by metools. The helmet was a tad too big and slipped back off of her head. It would have fallen to the ground if not for a yellow ribbon that held it around her neck. She paused, straightened the helmet and tightened the ribbon, before staring at the two Navi. Her golden irises shimmered as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Please," She begged. "You gotta help me! Those bad men are gunna hurt my friends. C'mon misters!"
The girl ran up to Teethman and Bugman. She hesitated at the sight of the massive, pearly white Navi and instead turned to Bugman. Her eyes flashed as she mouthed the words "How cute! XD" before grabbing Bug's arm. She tugged against the rolly-polly Navi, threatening to drag him back into the smoke.
"C'mon! We gots to hurry!"
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"Help me!"
The scream sliced through the din of explosions and the haze of smoke. It was a woman's voice, perhaps that of a young girl. Were there civilians caught in this horror? Out of the fog of war stumbled a female Navi designed to look like a young girl. She was dressed in school uniform of sorts, with a black skirt and a yellow blouse that was covered in grime. Her round, cherub-like face, placing her at around ten or twelve years old, was framed with golden ringlets of hair that spiraled down to just past her shoulders. She was dressed in knee socks and wore dainty black shoes that were smeared with mud. On her head, oddly enough, was a yellow helmet with a black stripe that resembled those worn by metools. The helmet was a tad too big and slipped back off of her head. It would have fallen to the ground if not for a yellow ribbon that held it around her neck. She paused, straightened the helmet and tightened the ribbon, before staring at the two Navi. Her golden irises shimmered as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Please," She begged. "You gotta help me! Those bad men are gunna hurt my friends. C'mon misters!"
The girl ran up to Teethman and Bugman. She hesitated at the sight of the massive, pearly white Navi and instead turned to Bugman. Her eyes flashed as she mouthed the words "How cute! XD" before grabbing Bug's arm. She tugged against the rolly-polly Navi, threatening to drag him back into the smoke.
"C'mon! We gots to hurry!"
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"Uh... Roy?" waivered Bugman, blushing from the all-too-common discription of him being cute.
<<Well, damn. Looks like the war came to us.>> Observed Bugman's operator, sizing up the met-girl. <<Again.>>
T'was all Bugman could do to accept the navi's request, being dragged across the broken rubble like a detailed balloon. At least he was being seperated from the big-ass chompers guy. Though, due to the girl's notation, he probably wouldn't last two seconds without his help. He waved back in a *This way* motion.
<<Well, damn. Looks like the war came to us.>> Observed Bugman's operator, sizing up the met-girl. <<Again.>>
T'was all Bugman could do to accept the navi's request, being dragged across the broken rubble like a detailed balloon. At least he was being seperated from the big-ass chompers guy. Though, due to the girl's notation, he probably wouldn't last two seconds without his help. He waved back in a *This way* motion.
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"Heh, would you look at that?" Hal said, observing the newcomer Navi. "Cute little girls and met hats are both fashionable by today's trends on the busting scene. I guess it's only natural that we'd run into one right now. Agh, what am I?" Hal said, hitting himself on the head. "I'm too young to be referring to little girls as cute..."
Teethman, a bit more on his toes, had noticed the young girl running off with his new acquaintance. He began to give chase, but his small, round ally wasn't what was on his mind. The girl's strange eyes had seared an impression into his mind. "Be I quite accepted into owing impressions?" Teethman muttered to himself blankly as he continued on his sprint through the smog, which filtered back flowing through his teeth as he penetrated the darkness.
"Hey, hey! Teeth! Be more careful!" Hal shouted. "What would a little girl like that be doing on a battlefield like this, anyway? It could definitely be a trap! Augh," Hal shrunk back into his chair, looking at his hands. He sat silent for a bit, but it didn't take much cogitation to reach a conclusion. "No, this is a choice. If it's a trap, so be it. I've understood the risk, and assuming this is legit Hal Belfast isn't going to let a little girl Navi get deleted out here in a place like this!"
Teethman, a bit more on his toes, had noticed the young girl running off with his new acquaintance. He began to give chase, but his small, round ally wasn't what was on his mind. The girl's strange eyes had seared an impression into his mind. "Be I quite accepted into owing impressions?" Teethman muttered to himself blankly as he continued on his sprint through the smog, which filtered back flowing through his teeth as he penetrated the darkness.
"Hey, hey! Teeth! Be more careful!" Hal shouted. "What would a little girl like that be doing on a battlefield like this, anyway? It could definitely be a trap! Augh," Hal shrunk back into his chair, looking at his hands. He sat silent for a bit, but it didn't take much cogitation to reach a conclusion. "No, this is a choice. If it's a trap, so be it. I've understood the risk, and assuming this is legit Hal Belfast isn't going to let a little girl Navi get deleted out here in a place like this!"
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The little girl turned to look at Teeth as he spoke, his words causing a smile of delight to spread across her face. She dropped Bugman's little arm and skipped toward the towering, terrifying tooth. She held her hands behind her back and leaned slightly forward, her head tilt back as she examined the Navi intently. Her mouth was open in a broad smile and her golden eyes sparkled.
"Gee Mister," She spoke with a laugh. "You sure do talk funny." She giggled and danced a short pirouette. "You are big and scary and look real mean like the mean guys over there, but you talk funny! That makes you just like Umaru! He lives in Sharo. 'Course, Umaru isn't his real name, but that's what I call him 'cause he says that a lot. He's big and scary, but also pretty silly and he talks funny. I bet you're silly too, huh Mister? 'Course, Umaru is big and hairy and you're....Well, you're bald Mister! So's that cutie pie over there. What happened to your hair Mister? It's not bad being bald. My friends are bald, which is I guess why they wear those hats. I'm not bald, didja' notice Mister? My mommy says that I have the prettiest curly hair. D'ya think its pretty, Mister? My mommy says that I'm just about the prettiest thing she's ever seen. She takes my friends and I...My...Friends..." Tears started to roll down her cheeks once more and she grabbed Teeth's arm and pulled him in the direction she was pulling Bugman. "We gotta go! We hafta help my friends before the bad men hurt them!"
As the little girl lead the two Navi across the battlefield, the smoke and dust swirled around them, obscuring their vision. Not for the first time, it seemed that the Navi were being lead into a trap. Debris littered the ground, sometimes large chunks that looked to be the remnants of buildings. Each large chunk could have hid any number of viruses or enemy Navi bent on harming the duo. Despite the echoes of gunfire and the explosions that rocked the Net, an eerie silence seemed to have settled over the Navi. They plodded on...
And came to a strange scene; a trio of Navi crouched behind a pile of rubble as another group surrounded three, rather scared looking Metool. The three Navi behind the rubble were dressed in police uniforms. Two looked to be standard NetPolice Navi while the third was a hard faced, white haired Navi with a long, sweeping mustache and steely eyes. He gazed through a gap in the rubble with a grim expression, glaring at the three Navi that were confronting the Metool. The other three Navi were dressed in pinstriped suits and held machineguns pointed at the Metool. They seemed oblivious to anything but the possible fun to be had at the Metools' expense.
The mustachioed Navi glanced back at Teeth, Bug and the girl and beckoned then forward with a quick chopping motion. When they were in range, behind the rubble, he turned to them and whispered in a low, fierce growl.
"You must be some of them recruits that the higher ups called in." He glanced at Teeth, releasing an approving grunt, but his mouth tightened when he saw Bugman and the girl. "Don't look like much, but maybe you'll have your uses. Of course, I don't see the need to bring civilians into this mess. My men and I are more than capable of taking out those Mafia scum. Just look at them; so intent on torturing those pathetic Metool that they have noticed us at all. We'll wait until they've done deleting those viruses and then we'll strike from behind, blasting them to hell before they know what hit them."
"Nononono," The girl whined.
"Hush, stupid." The Navi growled. "A battlefield is no place for a girl and this proves it. What the hell is wrong with you?" He gazed at Bugman as if the girl's presence were his fault. "You all better stay quiet. I don't want them knowing we're here until it's too late to do anything about it."
"But we can't let them hurt my friend!"
"Damn it girl," the Navi growled. "I don't give two shits about what happens to those viruses. If the Mafia doesn't delete them, I'll do it myself. Viruses are just as bad as those criminal scumbags in my book."
"No!" The girl screamed and pounded her little fingers against the police Navi's chest. "Don't hurt my friends!"
"Hey," One of the Mafia goons looked up and pointed his gun toward the rubble. "What was that? We got company boys. Forget the viruses and let's have some real fun."
"Damn girl," The mustache Navi backhanded the girl and grabbed his pistol. Turning to his men, he said, "Let's go. We'll deal with these three traitors after."
The three NetPolice Navi aimed their guns at the Mafia Navi. A battle was about to start, but who would the two newcomers side with?
"No! We gotta help my friends!" The girl shouted and ran out from behind the cover, where she would be easy prey for the Mafia Navi. "Mettilda! Metthew! Metty! Run!"
The three Metools turned at the sound of the girl's voice. They looked like they wanted to run toward the girl, but were held in check by the trio of Mafia Navi. Side with the Mafia? Side with the NetPolice? Help the girl and her friends? What are Teeth and Bug going to do?
Goon1: 200 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: 200 [SHOTGUN'D!]
Goon3: 200 [CANNON'D]
RubbleA: 100
RubbleB: 100
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 250 [???]
NetPolice1: 100 [CANNON'D]
NetPolice2: 100 [CANNON'D]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
Metty: 40
Metthew: 40
Mettilda: 40
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
???(Girl): 100
-Behind RubbleB-
TeethMan: 160
BugMan: 140
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
"Gee Mister," She spoke with a laugh. "You sure do talk funny." She giggled and danced a short pirouette. "You are big and scary and look real mean like the mean guys over there, but you talk funny! That makes you just like Umaru! He lives in Sharo. 'Course, Umaru isn't his real name, but that's what I call him 'cause he says that a lot. He's big and scary, but also pretty silly and he talks funny. I bet you're silly too, huh Mister? 'Course, Umaru is big and hairy and you're....Well, you're bald Mister! So's that cutie pie over there. What happened to your hair Mister? It's not bad being bald. My friends are bald, which is I guess why they wear those hats. I'm not bald, didja' notice Mister? My mommy says that I have the prettiest curly hair. D'ya think its pretty, Mister? My mommy says that I'm just about the prettiest thing she's ever seen. She takes my friends and I...My...Friends..." Tears started to roll down her cheeks once more and she grabbed Teeth's arm and pulled him in the direction she was pulling Bugman. "We gotta go! We hafta help my friends before the bad men hurt them!"
As the little girl lead the two Navi across the battlefield, the smoke and dust swirled around them, obscuring their vision. Not for the first time, it seemed that the Navi were being lead into a trap. Debris littered the ground, sometimes large chunks that looked to be the remnants of buildings. Each large chunk could have hid any number of viruses or enemy Navi bent on harming the duo. Despite the echoes of gunfire and the explosions that rocked the Net, an eerie silence seemed to have settled over the Navi. They plodded on...
And came to a strange scene; a trio of Navi crouched behind a pile of rubble as another group surrounded three, rather scared looking Metool. The three Navi behind the rubble were dressed in police uniforms. Two looked to be standard NetPolice Navi while the third was a hard faced, white haired Navi with a long, sweeping mustache and steely eyes. He gazed through a gap in the rubble with a grim expression, glaring at the three Navi that were confronting the Metool. The other three Navi were dressed in pinstriped suits and held machineguns pointed at the Metool. They seemed oblivious to anything but the possible fun to be had at the Metools' expense.
The mustachioed Navi glanced back at Teeth, Bug and the girl and beckoned then forward with a quick chopping motion. When they were in range, behind the rubble, he turned to them and whispered in a low, fierce growl.
"You must be some of them recruits that the higher ups called in." He glanced at Teeth, releasing an approving grunt, but his mouth tightened when he saw Bugman and the girl. "Don't look like much, but maybe you'll have your uses. Of course, I don't see the need to bring civilians into this mess. My men and I are more than capable of taking out those Mafia scum. Just look at them; so intent on torturing those pathetic Metool that they have noticed us at all. We'll wait until they've done deleting those viruses and then we'll strike from behind, blasting them to hell before they know what hit them."
"Nononono," The girl whined.
"Hush, stupid." The Navi growled. "A battlefield is no place for a girl and this proves it. What the hell is wrong with you?" He gazed at Bugman as if the girl's presence were his fault. "You all better stay quiet. I don't want them knowing we're here until it's too late to do anything about it."
"But we can't let them hurt my friend!"
"Damn it girl," the Navi growled. "I don't give two shits about what happens to those viruses. If the Mafia doesn't delete them, I'll do it myself. Viruses are just as bad as those criminal scumbags in my book."
"No!" The girl screamed and pounded her little fingers against the police Navi's chest. "Don't hurt my friends!"
"Hey," One of the Mafia goons looked up and pointed his gun toward the rubble. "What was that? We got company boys. Forget the viruses and let's have some real fun."
"Damn girl," The mustache Navi backhanded the girl and grabbed his pistol. Turning to his men, he said, "Let's go. We'll deal with these three traitors after."
The three NetPolice Navi aimed their guns at the Mafia Navi. A battle was about to start, but who would the two newcomers side with?
"No! We gotta help my friends!" The girl shouted and ran out from behind the cover, where she would be easy prey for the Mafia Navi. "Mettilda! Metthew! Metty! Run!"
The three Metools turned at the sound of the girl's voice. They looked like they wanted to run toward the girl, but were held in check by the trio of Mafia Navi. Side with the Mafia? Side with the NetPolice? Help the girl and her friends? What are Teeth and Bug going to do?
Goon1: 200 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: 200 [SHOTGUN'D!]
Goon3: 200 [CANNON'D]
RubbleA: 100
RubbleB: 100
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 250 [???]
NetPolice1: 100 [CANNON'D]
NetPolice2: 100 [CANNON'D]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
Metty: 40
Metthew: 40
Mettilda: 40
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
???(Girl): 100
-Behind RubbleB-
TeethMan: 160
BugMan: 140
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
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A wisp of red flashed across Bugman's light green eyes when MustacheMan struck the Metgirl. That was no way to treat a lady, however young. But he'd deal with him later, now there was a more pressing issue.
He looked up when the girl called the names of the virii, recognizing the green and blue pick symbol one had on it's helmet. He remembered it from his occasional excursions into the metool society. It belonged to the Kan'Mett'Han royal family of the Mettican Empire. And that made Metthew a V.I.M.
Unfortunately, it was trapped between three heavily armed goons which were currently occupied by the NetPolice forces. But the firefight would ultimately result in it's destruction. Unless he and his colossal friend interviened. He turned to the toothy giant and tapped on his knee.
"Hey, listen. I don't really have time to explain, but one of those metools is really, really important. So we have to get it to a safer place."
He looked over at where the NetMafia soldiers were preparing to attack the police's position.
"I need you to get me over there as fast as possible. Throwing, cannons, whatever. Don't worry about me, just make sure it survives."
Bugman sidled out of the rubble and over to the Metgirl, away from the potential firefight.
"Hey, listen. The big guy and me are gonna help you get your friends back. You just stay behind the rubble and wait for them, alright?"
He gave her a smile, then beckoned over TeethMan.
((EDIT: PART 1 OF POST- WAITING FOR HEAT))
A wisp of red flashed across Bugman's light green eyes when MustacheMan struck the Metgirl. That was no way to treat a lady, however young. But he'd deal with him later, now there was a more pressing issue.
He looked up when the girl called the names of the virii, recognizing the green and blue pick symbol one had on it's helmet. He remembered it from his occasional excursions into the metool society. It belonged to the Kan'Mett'Han royal family of the Mettican Empire. And that made Metthew a V.I.M.
Unfortunately, it was trapped between three heavily armed goons which were currently occupied by the NetPolice forces. But the firefight would ultimately result in it's destruction. Unless he and his colossal friend interviened. He turned to the toothy giant and tapped on his knee.
"Hey, listen. I don't really have time to explain, but one of those metools is really, really important. So we have to get it to a safer place."
He looked over at where the NetMafia soldiers were preparing to attack the police's position.
"I need you to get me over there as fast as possible. Throwing, cannons, whatever. Don't worry about me, just make sure it survives."
Bugman sidled out of the rubble and over to the Metgirl, away from the potential firefight.
"Hey, listen. The big guy and me are gonna help you get your friends back. You just stay behind the rubble and wait for them, alright?"
He gave her a smile, then beckoned over TeethMan.
((EDIT: PART 1 OF POST- WAITING FOR HEAT))
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Teethman was in a standstill at all of the events taking place before him. To add to the conflicting emotions in him as his natural urge to protect and follow came in conflict with his offense at the NetPolice officer's actions, the strange ally he'd made only moments earlier... was now identifying one of the Metools?
"There's no way... sentient, compatible viruses? Well, for odd behavior there's no virus on the Net to look to but Metools. In any case, we don't have time to sit around and think about it. If that Navi's confident enough to you toss him flat into the middle of the crossfire, I say don't stand in his way. I'll upload your Rageclaw now. I... don't think there's much chance that he personally knows this Metool and their language," Hal admitted to his Navi, "But we need every ally we can get now. If these sentient Metools are indeed something of scientific relevance, we have to preserve them. That, and I'm sure you don't want to hurt a little girl's feelings, right?" Hal chuckled, before he thought about it a bit harder. "Hey, but do what you can. This is a battlefield, and all we can do is our best."
"Confirmed," Teethman agreed, nodding first to Hal and then to his ally BugMan. "Much nice, BorgMan. Obtain protection covering oneself!" he shouted, scooting his round ally into the new blocked claw that had formed on his arm. "Labor speedily!" With this terse farewell, the Navi began winding his arm for the pitch. The Navi let his fast ball fly. All he could do is hope and pray that the Navi made a safe connection. Having fulfilled his partner's request, Teethman turned back to the matter at hand. "Hal, mayhaps we may prove any among these novel powers toward usage?"
"Right. I don't know what the deal is with the Metools, but I do know we're not going to leave a little girl like that alone on the battlefield. Teethman, run Plaque Guard now! It's a new technique I designed that should optimize our ability to defend our allies," Hal said confidently. "Well, it can't optimize much at this level... in any case, you'll do this at a slight cost to yourself, but don't worry about that for now. We'll be able to replenish it later. For now, we want to put our resources into keeping allies alive. Once the systems have run their course, you might be a bit tired from the first time. Just concentrate on dodging rather than running any other battle processes.
Teethman began the program without bothering to respond. The process was a bit more tasking than he had expected: rather than leaving upon their original program, Teethman was conscious that he was overwriting the original and loading a much more complicated program in. "These... these bits... will proceed onto their selves?
"Right, Teethman," Hal said with a grin. "For a noob programmer like me, it's quite a feat."
Soon, the elongated arm left Teethman, the separate blocks dashing to surround and cover the little girl he wished to protect. The aftershock was a slight dizzy spell, as though he had forgotten something momentarily. It quickly dawned on him that the missing memory was actually a missing limb, and he recovered his senses. "S-so, it proceeds never reappear flush backward, eh?"
"I'm afraid not," Hal apologized. "Maybe I should have mentioned that?"
Teethman merely muttered to himself and kept light on his feet, trying to watch for incoming fire. Protecting others would be no good if he couldn't even protect himself. It was at that point, however, a thought occured to him. "Hark, constables! Proceed never extract flame onto the foe justly quite! We exist undertaking a strategem toward moving them into sanctuary!" Teethman gave up on this plan quickly: all he could do by talking was confuse the NetPolice further. For everyone's sake, however, he hoped they'd get the message.
Summary:
-Use Rageclaw to toss BugMan to Mets
-CHARGING
-Plaque Guard to Girl (100 HP protection, 50 damage on destruction, -15 HP for Teeth)
-Dodge
"There's no way... sentient, compatible viruses? Well, for odd behavior there's no virus on the Net to look to but Metools. In any case, we don't have time to sit around and think about it. If that Navi's confident enough to you toss him flat into the middle of the crossfire, I say don't stand in his way. I'll upload your Rageclaw now. I... don't think there's much chance that he personally knows this Metool and their language," Hal admitted to his Navi, "But we need every ally we can get now. If these sentient Metools are indeed something of scientific relevance, we have to preserve them. That, and I'm sure you don't want to hurt a little girl's feelings, right?" Hal chuckled, before he thought about it a bit harder. "Hey, but do what you can. This is a battlefield, and all we can do is our best."
"Confirmed," Teethman agreed, nodding first to Hal and then to his ally BugMan. "Much nice, BorgMan. Obtain protection covering oneself!" he shouted, scooting his round ally into the new blocked claw that had formed on his arm. "Labor speedily!" With this terse farewell, the Navi began winding his arm for the pitch. The Navi let his fast ball fly. All he could do is hope and pray that the Navi made a safe connection. Having fulfilled his partner's request, Teethman turned back to the matter at hand. "Hal, mayhaps we may prove any among these novel powers toward usage?"
"Right. I don't know what the deal is with the Metools, but I do know we're not going to leave a little girl like that alone on the battlefield. Teethman, run Plaque Guard now! It's a new technique I designed that should optimize our ability to defend our allies," Hal said confidently. "Well, it can't optimize much at this level... in any case, you'll do this at a slight cost to yourself, but don't worry about that for now. We'll be able to replenish it later. For now, we want to put our resources into keeping allies alive. Once the systems have run their course, you might be a bit tired from the first time. Just concentrate on dodging rather than running any other battle processes.
Teethman began the program without bothering to respond. The process was a bit more tasking than he had expected: rather than leaving upon their original program, Teethman was conscious that he was overwriting the original and loading a much more complicated program in. "These... these bits... will proceed onto their selves?
"Right, Teethman," Hal said with a grin. "For a noob programmer like me, it's quite a feat."
Soon, the elongated arm left Teethman, the separate blocks dashing to surround and cover the little girl he wished to protect. The aftershock was a slight dizzy spell, as though he had forgotten something momentarily. It quickly dawned on him that the missing memory was actually a missing limb, and he recovered his senses. "S-so, it proceeds never reappear flush backward, eh?"
"I'm afraid not," Hal apologized. "Maybe I should have mentioned that?"
Teethman merely muttered to himself and kept light on his feet, trying to watch for incoming fire. Protecting others would be no good if he couldn't even protect himself. It was at that point, however, a thought occured to him. "Hark, constables! Proceed never extract flame onto the foe justly quite! We exist undertaking a strategem toward moving them into sanctuary!" Teethman gave up on this plan quickly: all he could do by talking was confuse the NetPolice further. For everyone's sake, however, he hoped they'd get the message.
Summary:
-Use Rageclaw to toss BugMan to Mets
-CHARGING
-Plaque Guard to Girl (100 HP protection, 50 damage on destruction, -15 HP for Teeth)
-Dodge
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((CONTINUE PART 2))
BugMan steadied himself inside the the curve of the RageClaw weapon. He recalled the time he was once loaded into a cannon and shot at a helicopter. If he remembered correctly, he had shortly perished.
...
Hang on...
"Um... is it to late for me to come up with ano-"
"Labor speedily!"
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He had hit something. He was sure of it. If he hadn't his face wouldn't be hurting this much. Whether it be the floor, a wall or a navi was uncertain though. Propping up on his stubby arms, BugMan raised his head to see where he had landed and came face to face with Prince Metthew. It's facial features, which would have consisted of a raised eyebrow and an open mouth if metools had them, looked ultimately confused. BugMan coughed a little as he changed his vocal programs.
[Mettan]"Hey, listen." he whispered to the virus, "I'm not here to hurt you, i'm a friend of the girl. We need to get you to a safe place. I'll distract these bad guys and you get your buddies over to her. Nah?"[/Mettan]
Hoping that it understood, BugMan utilised his short wings to lift him into a standing position. This had the unfortunate advantage of putting him at the same height as a cannon, a vulcan and a shotgun.
Lock, shock and barrel, huh?
"Um, hi. I'm a freelancer. I heard you guys needed some help?" : D
1- Thrown by Teethman at NetMafia position.
2- Inform Metools
3- Recover Basic Stance.
4- Converse with Mafiosos.
((Also, do we relate Umaru as Umero the Yeti from FFVI?))
BugMan steadied himself inside the the curve of the RageClaw weapon. He recalled the time he was once loaded into a cannon and shot at a helicopter. If he remembered correctly, he had shortly perished.
...
Hang on...
"Um... is it to late for me to come up with ano-"
"Labor speedily!"
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He had hit something. He was sure of it. If he hadn't his face wouldn't be hurting this much. Whether it be the floor, a wall or a navi was uncertain though. Propping up on his stubby arms, BugMan raised his head to see where he had landed and came face to face with Prince Metthew. It's facial features, which would have consisted of a raised eyebrow and an open mouth if metools had them, looked ultimately confused. BugMan coughed a little as he changed his vocal programs.
[Mettan]"Hey, listen." he whispered to the virus, "I'm not here to hurt you, i'm a friend of the girl. We need to get you to a safe place. I'll distract these bad guys and you get your buddies over to her. Nah?"[/Mettan]
Hoping that it understood, BugMan utilised his short wings to lift him into a standing position. This had the unfortunate advantage of putting him at the same height as a cannon, a vulcan and a shotgun.
Lock, shock and barrel, huh?
"Um, hi. I'm a freelancer. I heard you guys needed some help?" : D
1- Thrown by Teethman at NetMafia position.
2- Inform Metools
3- Recover Basic Stance.
4- Converse with Mafiosos.
((Also, do we relate Umaru as Umero the Yeti from FFVI?))
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((Yes, we relate it very well))
Teeth grabbed Bugman in his enamelly grasp and hurled him toward the trio of Metool and the Mafioso. The tiny multicolored projectile sailed through the air and landed soundly, smashing against the face of the Vulcan totting Mafioso. (20 DMG) Bugman plopped to the ground and stood face to face with the Metool he had risked everything to save.
You speak Mettan? Metthew asked. his pips sounding surprised. Look, don't worry about us. The girl is important. Far more important than you know. However... He paused as if considering his options. If you can somehow get us to her safetly, we would appreciate it.
"Wha' da 'ell?" The injured Mafioso sputtered as he gazed down at Bugman. "'Ittle 'astard. I tink 'e broke mah nose."
"What's going on here?" The shotgun Navi asked.
His answer came in the form of gunfire from behind the rubble. The NetPolice were taking advantage of Bugman's appearant diversion by opening fire on the three Mafioso. However, they didn't particularily care what they hit and Bugman and the Metool were very much within their line of fire. The Mafioso returned fire, explosions of sound accompanying the release of their gunfire.
"A freelance, eh?" The shotgun Navi shouted over the gunfire without even looking down at Bugman. "Good on ya. Let's take care of these pigs."
The little girl, heedless of the gunfire passing back and forth between the two groups. She weaved her way toward Bugman and the three Metool. She was attempting to scream over the sounds of battle, her voice drowned out by the rapid explosions of gunfire. Eventually she got close enough to Bugman to speak, her words coming out as small squeeks and pips that sounded like perfect Mettan.
Come on guys! We gotta go before the bad men hurt you. Please? We gotta go! Tears brimmed her eyes as she gestured for the Metool to follow her out of the path of gunfire.
A stray blaster shot smashed into the girl's chest and she fell over. Luckily Teethman's barrier had activated just in time and protected the girl from harm. The Metool peeped in outrage, but where prevented from lending aid by a hail of gunfire that landed around them. Metthew turned to Bugman once more.
We have to help her. Use me as a shield and get her out of here. Metty and Mettilda could use your help as well.
The girl seemed to understand what Metthew was saying and gave a short command in Mettan that Bugman could not understand. Metty and Mettilda immdediately locked hands and formed a sphere, their helmets interlocking to form an impenetrable golden ball. Perhaps Bugman could roll them away from the battlefield without any real trouble.
Teethman, however, had his own troubles. If Bugman helped the Mafia, would the NetPolice and MustacheMan turn on him?
Goon1: 180 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: 160 [SHOTGUN'D!]
Goon3: 200 [CANNON'D]
RubbleA: 50
RubbleB: 75
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 250 [???]
NetPolice1: 100 [CANNON'D]
NetPolice2: 100 [CANNON'D]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
Metty: 40 [BALL'D]
Metthew: 40 [Can be used as a shield]
Mettilda: 40 [BALL'D]
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
???(Girl): 100 [50 HP Barrier]
-Behind RubbleB-
TeethMan: 160
BugMan: 120
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
Teeth grabbed Bugman in his enamelly grasp and hurled him toward the trio of Metool and the Mafioso. The tiny multicolored projectile sailed through the air and landed soundly, smashing against the face of the Vulcan totting Mafioso. (20 DMG) Bugman plopped to the ground and stood face to face with the Metool he had risked everything to save.
You speak Mettan? Metthew asked. his pips sounding surprised. Look, don't worry about us. The girl is important. Far more important than you know. However... He paused as if considering his options. If you can somehow get us to her safetly, we would appreciate it.
"Wha' da 'ell?" The injured Mafioso sputtered as he gazed down at Bugman. "'Ittle 'astard. I tink 'e broke mah nose."
"What's going on here?" The shotgun Navi asked.
His answer came in the form of gunfire from behind the rubble. The NetPolice were taking advantage of Bugman's appearant diversion by opening fire on the three Mafioso. However, they didn't particularily care what they hit and Bugman and the Metool were very much within their line of fire. The Mafioso returned fire, explosions of sound accompanying the release of their gunfire.
"A freelance, eh?" The shotgun Navi shouted over the gunfire without even looking down at Bugman. "Good on ya. Let's take care of these pigs."
The little girl, heedless of the gunfire passing back and forth between the two groups. She weaved her way toward Bugman and the three Metool. She was attempting to scream over the sounds of battle, her voice drowned out by the rapid explosions of gunfire. Eventually she got close enough to Bugman to speak, her words coming out as small squeeks and pips that sounded like perfect Mettan.
Come on guys! We gotta go before the bad men hurt you. Please? We gotta go! Tears brimmed her eyes as she gestured for the Metool to follow her out of the path of gunfire.
A stray blaster shot smashed into the girl's chest and she fell over. Luckily Teethman's barrier had activated just in time and protected the girl from harm. The Metool peeped in outrage, but where prevented from lending aid by a hail of gunfire that landed around them. Metthew turned to Bugman once more.
We have to help her. Use me as a shield and get her out of here. Metty and Mettilda could use your help as well.
The girl seemed to understand what Metthew was saying and gave a short command in Mettan that Bugman could not understand. Metty and Mettilda immdediately locked hands and formed a sphere, their helmets interlocking to form an impenetrable golden ball. Perhaps Bugman could roll them away from the battlefield without any real trouble.
Teethman, however, had his own troubles. If Bugman helped the Mafia, would the NetPolice and MustacheMan turn on him?
Goon1: 180 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: 160 [SHOTGUN'D!]
Goon3: 200 [CANNON'D]
RubbleA: 50
RubbleB: 75
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 250 [???]
NetPolice1: 100 [CANNON'D]
NetPolice2: 100 [CANNON'D]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
Metty: 40 [BALL'D]
Metthew: 40 [Can be used as a shield]
Mettilda: 40 [BALL'D]
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
???(Girl): 100 [50 HP Barrier]
-Behind RubbleB-
TeethMan: 160
BugMan: 120
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
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"Proceeded... proceeded he voice..." Teethman muttered, barely audible to any save his operator. "... He seems leaving toward group the...?" At his comprehension of what might be about to happen with his supposed ally, Teethman froze up momentarily. Had he too quickly decided who his friends and foes were? Did this character have the right idea...? The Netpolice had quickly opened fire without regards to this young girl...
"Teeth," Hal called out, dispelling the confusion that had begun rapidly to build up inside his Navi. "Don't worry. You and I both know what we have to do. Besides, maybe we misheard? Look at it this way: there are so many groups against each other here. Who knows how to interpret 'I'm joining you guys!'" Hal smiled, flipping back the bangs of his short hair again and causing Teethman to flinch. Was this some new idiosyncrasy of the new, improved Hal...? "You know what I'm saying, and we both have our mission. The NetPolice are firing but only because everyone's in the way and they have their priorities. The faster the NetMafia goes down, the faster this little girl gets out of here safely. We go on the offensive!"
"... Hears as you possess a schematic," Teethman replied, apparently with reconstructed confidence. "Determining that exists method we were embarking toward achieve it, input me any snacks."
Hal gave a nod in response, beginning to select the battlechips they'd use to accomplish their task. "You have to keep light on your feet as you get this off... but I have a new skill for you that should make that easy. I added some functionality with these skills in areas that were formally just for show. And, I'm sure you'll be glad to know, it won't wear you down at the least. Try running Pattern 1 for your Internal Vibrator."
"... Internet... Vitalizer... May... Mayhaps we might vary that..." Teethman muttered in a cold sweat at the name.
"Haha, don't worry about not being able to pronounce it, Teeth!" Hal reassured him. "For now, the Internal Vibrator is a great and appropriate name for that function. Now, set it to Pattern 1 and feel the fun begin!"
Teethman suppressed a rising in his throat, though he had to acknowledge he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. Hal had given him the battlechips, and it wasn't hard to see what had changed with the pattern caused by his new program. The first thing Teethman noticed was his line of sight rising and falling slowly at first, and then at a rapid rate. He realized this was because his torso had begun the chattering motion associated with the technique. The noise in itself was outstanding, but the vibrations being created even moreso. He could feel the waves rippling around him and distorting the air. Even more amazing was that he could control the aspects of the waves as though by a new instinct: he felt this offered him a whole new dimension to the diversion of enemy attacks. At the same time, a steady head would keep his own shots from going awry.
"The greatest method to proof my novel ability is a proximity battle sample," Teethman noted to himself. Hal must have thought the same. The capping block to Teethman's remaining arm opened at the end to allow a beam of blue energy to zip out. The energy quickly solidified into its form as a sword. Teethman whirled his arm, cutting through the tense waves in the air experimentally. "Quite fine... I shall never depend on mine guard. Concerning this test, I shall rely solely on mine technique." With this, Teethman began running toward the NetMafia goons with the sword at his side. It would be best if he could make his way around. That way, Teethman could hopefully make the MafiaNavis take the brunt of the shots from the NetPolice... he was fairly certain they wouldn't stop firing just for his sake. In fact, he felt now that running in was a silly thing to do.
Was there a silly Teethman, who enjoyed running in and doing these kind of reckless things? The one that ate Cacty and spent hours cleaning his teeth, or the one that made snacks of the equipment of his allies? Was he stronger or weaker than the Teethman forced to fight for what he believed in?
No... there was only one Teethman. And that was the one now hurtling himself into the fray to prove his own abilities. Teethman dashed to his position... if he hadn't miscalculated, he would now be behind the enemies, sandwiching them between himself and the NetPolice firing squad. "Accuracy proceeds never calculate... rapidity, fast extensions, withholding onto my toes! That exists which this seems concerning... Owing I fashion it thus!" Indeed, there was no method to Teethman's strike. His one arm, energy sword grafted to the end by the earlier chip's data, now lashed out like a serpent as it whipped in two quick strikes against the Mafia goons. The Navi wasn't aiming for well-placed hits... for his first time using the ability, Teethman's prime focus was manipulating the wave of disruption now surrounding himself to allow the sword to travel through the disturbance with speed. If he could still deliver devastating blows in this state, he would be reaffirmed in the new abilities Hal had given him.
-Chatter- 2 Dodges
-Tactical Action- Close distance, get behind
-Sword to Goon3 [80]
-Sword to Goon3 [80+10(NPBoost)]
"Teeth," Hal called out, dispelling the confusion that had begun rapidly to build up inside his Navi. "Don't worry. You and I both know what we have to do. Besides, maybe we misheard? Look at it this way: there are so many groups against each other here. Who knows how to interpret 'I'm joining you guys!'" Hal smiled, flipping back the bangs of his short hair again and causing Teethman to flinch. Was this some new idiosyncrasy of the new, improved Hal...? "You know what I'm saying, and we both have our mission. The NetPolice are firing but only because everyone's in the way and they have their priorities. The faster the NetMafia goes down, the faster this little girl gets out of here safely. We go on the offensive!"
"... Hears as you possess a schematic," Teethman replied, apparently with reconstructed confidence. "Determining that exists method we were embarking toward achieve it, input me any snacks."
Hal gave a nod in response, beginning to select the battlechips they'd use to accomplish their task. "You have to keep light on your feet as you get this off... but I have a new skill for you that should make that easy. I added some functionality with these skills in areas that were formally just for show. And, I'm sure you'll be glad to know, it won't wear you down at the least. Try running Pattern 1 for your Internal Vibrator."
"... Internet... Vitalizer... May... Mayhaps we might vary that..." Teethman muttered in a cold sweat at the name.
"Haha, don't worry about not being able to pronounce it, Teeth!" Hal reassured him. "For now, the Internal Vibrator is a great and appropriate name for that function. Now, set it to Pattern 1 and feel the fun begin!"
Teethman suppressed a rising in his throat, though he had to acknowledge he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. Hal had given him the battlechips, and it wasn't hard to see what had changed with the pattern caused by his new program. The first thing Teethman noticed was his line of sight rising and falling slowly at first, and then at a rapid rate. He realized this was because his torso had begun the chattering motion associated with the technique. The noise in itself was outstanding, but the vibrations being created even moreso. He could feel the waves rippling around him and distorting the air. Even more amazing was that he could control the aspects of the waves as though by a new instinct: he felt this offered him a whole new dimension to the diversion of enemy attacks. At the same time, a steady head would keep his own shots from going awry.
"The greatest method to proof my novel ability is a proximity battle sample," Teethman noted to himself. Hal must have thought the same. The capping block to Teethman's remaining arm opened at the end to allow a beam of blue energy to zip out. The energy quickly solidified into its form as a sword. Teethman whirled his arm, cutting through the tense waves in the air experimentally. "Quite fine... I shall never depend on mine guard. Concerning this test, I shall rely solely on mine technique." With this, Teethman began running toward the NetMafia goons with the sword at his side. It would be best if he could make his way around. That way, Teethman could hopefully make the MafiaNavis take the brunt of the shots from the NetPolice... he was fairly certain they wouldn't stop firing just for his sake. In fact, he felt now that running in was a silly thing to do.
Was there a silly Teethman, who enjoyed running in and doing these kind of reckless things? The one that ate Cacty and spent hours cleaning his teeth, or the one that made snacks of the equipment of his allies? Was he stronger or weaker than the Teethman forced to fight for what he believed in?
No... there was only one Teethman. And that was the one now hurtling himself into the fray to prove his own abilities. Teethman dashed to his position... if he hadn't miscalculated, he would now be behind the enemies, sandwiching them between himself and the NetPolice firing squad. "Accuracy proceeds never calculate... rapidity, fast extensions, withholding onto my toes! That exists which this seems concerning... Owing I fashion it thus!" Indeed, there was no method to Teethman's strike. His one arm, energy sword grafted to the end by the earlier chip's data, now lashed out like a serpent as it whipped in two quick strikes against the Mafia goons. The Navi wasn't aiming for well-placed hits... for his first time using the ability, Teethman's prime focus was manipulating the wave of disruption now surrounding himself to allow the sword to travel through the disturbance with speed. If he could still deliver devastating blows in this state, he would be reaffirmed in the new abilities Hal had given him.
-Chatter- 2 Dodges
-Tactical Action- Close distance, get behind
-Sword to Goon3 [80]
-Sword to Goon3 [80+10(NPBoost)]
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<<Buggy! Hey, Buggy, you alright? Those police jerks are shooting at you!>>
"EH!? This is getting dangerous!" Bugman cried as shots zipped past the small group. He scattered a shifty look across the broken terrain, distinguishing a small enclave among the remains of two collapsed websites, away from the mafia and opposite the netpolice.
He glanced behind him to check that the mafia were occupied by the barrage of gunfire, yelling, loading weapons and handling some sort of wierd device. He muttered a few words under his breath. The mirror atop his crown seemed to do the opposite of glowing, instead making the small area directly in front of it darker. The glass bulged outwards, a black, shapeless mass of a warm, shiny substance oozing out. It reached the ground, squashing into and around the golden metool ball, suckered onto the round surface.
With his left hand Bugman picked up Metthew by the foot, holding him close like a shield. With his right he held the girl's wrist, helping her to stand.
"What I need you to do is hide in that." he whispered to her, indicating the sheltered portion of the rubble. "Stay in there untill we're finished. And don't worry about your friends..." he added, smiling,
"Not even a cybeast can break their armour of courage."
Once she was moving away, Bugman turned his back on her to face the goons.
"Roy, i'll need the Gut Buster."
<<Just as long as you don't do anything stupid.>>
The data that bubbled on his right arm became the comfortably heavy, triple-barreled shotgun he'd come to like very much, a gift from one of Roy's old friends. Bugman watched the closest goon fumble around with his own shotgun weapon. He recalled how the fiend had been kicking around the prince of metools like some screwed up ball of paper. He let the irritation turn to anger, and then to violence.
"Oy! Mafia Bastard! Try picking on someone slightly taller!" he snarled at the foe, punching the Gut Buster into his unsuspecting back and pulling the trigger.
The force of the weapon made him stumble back. After regaining his balance, he retreated a little and positioned himself sideways with Metthew's helmet pointed at the mafia. The dark grip from Bugman's head moved the metool ball to a place that covered as much of him as possible from retaliatory fire.
1,2,3- Shotgun to Goon2
4- Dodge
"EH!? This is getting dangerous!" Bugman cried as shots zipped past the small group. He scattered a shifty look across the broken terrain, distinguishing a small enclave among the remains of two collapsed websites, away from the mafia and opposite the netpolice.
He glanced behind him to check that the mafia were occupied by the barrage of gunfire, yelling, loading weapons and handling some sort of wierd device. He muttered a few words under his breath. The mirror atop his crown seemed to do the opposite of glowing, instead making the small area directly in front of it darker. The glass bulged outwards, a black, shapeless mass of a warm, shiny substance oozing out. It reached the ground, squashing into and around the golden metool ball, suckered onto the round surface.
With his left hand Bugman picked up Metthew by the foot, holding him close like a shield. With his right he held the girl's wrist, helping her to stand.
"What I need you to do is hide in that." he whispered to her, indicating the sheltered portion of the rubble. "Stay in there untill we're finished. And don't worry about your friends..." he added, smiling,
"Not even a cybeast can break their armour of courage."
Once she was moving away, Bugman turned his back on her to face the goons.
"Roy, i'll need the Gut Buster."
<<Just as long as you don't do anything stupid.>>
The data that bubbled on his right arm became the comfortably heavy, triple-barreled shotgun he'd come to like very much, a gift from one of Roy's old friends. Bugman watched the closest goon fumble around with his own shotgun weapon. He recalled how the fiend had been kicking around the prince of metools like some screwed up ball of paper. He let the irritation turn to anger, and then to violence.
"Oy! Mafia Bastard! Try picking on someone slightly taller!" he snarled at the foe, punching the Gut Buster into his unsuspecting back and pulling the trigger.
The force of the weapon made him stumble back. After regaining his balance, he retreated a little and positioned himself sideways with Metthew's helmet pointed at the mafia. The dark grip from Bugman's head moved the metool ball to a place that covered as much of him as possible from retaliatory fire.
1,2,3- Shotgun to Goon2
4- Dodge
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((Sorry for the crap mod, but I don't even remember what I was doing with this battle...))
And chaos ensued...Teethman charged into battle, his sword held high, and went toe to tooth with one of the Mafia Goons. The Goon tried to fire back with his cannon, but the fiesty flouride fighter flipped and flew about the battlefield. However, Teeth's dodges exposed his back to the counterfire of the NetPolice and a cannon shell exploded into his enamel armor.
Bugman did a complete 180 and started firing shotgun blasts wildly into the melee. Luckily, his shots missed Teeth, but Bugman was too close for the spread of buckshot to be effective crowd control. Still, one of the mafia goons was going to feel like crap in the morning...If he lived that long.
The vulcan toting goon fired at the NetPolice, but the spray of bullets did little against the rubble that served as cover for the oportunistic NetPolice. MustascheMan returned fire, but the nimble goon dodged out of the way. One of the NetPolice officers tried to shoot Bugman, but the bullet riccocheted off of Metthew and penetrated deep into the officer's shoulder. The other officer was too busy dodging or something to attack...Yeah.
Meanwhile, the girl was moving toward the rubble that Bugman had pointed out. I'm sure she'll be fine.
Goon1: 180 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: 10 [SHOTGUN'D!]
Goon3: 30 [CANNON'D]
RubbleA: 15
RubbleB: 75
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 250 [???]
NetPolice1: 40 [CANNON'D]
NetPolice2: 100 [CANNON'D]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
TeethMan: 120
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
BugMan: 120 [SHIELD'D!]
Metty: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
Metthew: 40 [SHIELD'N]
Mettilda: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
-Moving Toward RubbleB(1 turn to arrive)
???(Girl): 100 [50 HP Barrier]
-Behind RubbleB-
NO ONE!
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
And chaos ensued...Teethman charged into battle, his sword held high, and went toe to tooth with one of the Mafia Goons. The Goon tried to fire back with his cannon, but the fiesty flouride fighter flipped and flew about the battlefield. However, Teeth's dodges exposed his back to the counterfire of the NetPolice and a cannon shell exploded into his enamel armor.
Bugman did a complete 180 and started firing shotgun blasts wildly into the melee. Luckily, his shots missed Teeth, but Bugman was too close for the spread of buckshot to be effective crowd control. Still, one of the mafia goons was going to feel like crap in the morning...If he lived that long.
The vulcan toting goon fired at the NetPolice, but the spray of bullets did little against the rubble that served as cover for the oportunistic NetPolice. MustascheMan returned fire, but the nimble goon dodged out of the way. One of the NetPolice officers tried to shoot Bugman, but the bullet riccocheted off of Metthew and penetrated deep into the officer's shoulder. The other officer was too busy dodging or something to attack...Yeah.
Meanwhile, the girl was moving toward the rubble that Bugman had pointed out. I'm sure she'll be fine.
Goon1: 180 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: 10 [SHOTGUN'D!]
Goon3: 30 [CANNON'D]
RubbleA: 15
RubbleB: 75
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 250 [???]
NetPolice1: 40 [CANNON'D]
NetPolice2: 100 [CANNON'D]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
TeethMan: 120
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
BugMan: 120 [SHIELD'D!]
Metty: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
Metthew: 40 [SHIELD'N]
Mettilda: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
-Moving Toward RubbleB(1 turn to arrive)
???(Girl): 100 [50 HP Barrier]
-Behind RubbleB-
NO ONE!
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
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Bugman watched in horror and shock as his opponent collapsed onto the ground, barely alive. His anger turned to guilt. The flickering body was going to die because of him. He was no killer. Hell, he was supposed to be the opposite, keeping people alive. He'd destroyed plenty before, but this was far different from some animal-like virus. There was a net-op involved, who probably had a great friendship...
This wasn't right... He needed to think about this.
"Roy... I, I don't want to kill him.", he mumbled to his net-op, "This isn't right..."
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From his bench in Electown, Roy LeGorn Steams produced a small, wooden toothpick from his breast pocket and used it to dislodge a stray piece of breakfast from his molars. He wasn't quite sure why he was fighting in this war. His grudge had nothing to do with the mafia or the police. Was it because of Bugman's viral research, or did he just want to be stronger? Whatever the reason, he now had three sentient shields and an innocent civilian girl to protect... A slight blush invaded his face, drawing him back out of the scrupulous daydream. ((And from that line of thought. <.< ))
"Focus, Buggy.", he reminded his digital counterpart, "This is an escort mission. Routing isn't the only victory condition. Just keep the enemy from killing the targets and you're done."
He pushed his tinted glasses up back into position with a single finger, smiling at a new thought.
"Besides, he'll have a backup somewhere. All you're doing is removing him from the fight."
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Bugman hadn't thought of that. He wouldn't really be killing, as the enemy was locked safely away in a foreign data packet.
But he wouldn't last long rushing in for a fight. He needed more information to come up with a plan.
"Beam Study." he muttered.
Bugman closed his eyes. The central glass part of the Gut Buster glowed a bright scarlet. A bubble of red gridlines appeared, surrounding the weapon. Pointing it at the general area of commotion, he caused the bubble to expand outwards, washing over the floor, the mafia, the other navi and the rubble. After passing the farthest object, the gridlocked lines collapsed into a tangled mess that seemed to get sucked back into his custom weapon, the red light dieing out with a single, loud, high-pitched beep.
As he opened his eyes, the light-based scanner gave a readout on the battle scenario. Two members of the mafia were on the floor, one cursing quietly on his front and the other on his knees flashing graphic problems. The third was focused on riddling the netpolice full of holes, whilst the cops themselves were holding out behind their rapidly crumbling defences. The only one he could rely on was the large dental nightmare, who had also single handidly reduced one of the grunts to a flickering mess. He would leave the vulcaneer to him.
"I've got a green, Roy. I'll need something to take care of this guy first.", informed Bugman, motioning at the shotgun'd goon with Metthews helmet.
<<Cannon on the way.>>
At the third tone, the Gut Buster will be replaced by a cannon. Nuuuuuu! It was leveled at the mafia goon's head, ready to fire. Just a simple clean kill...
Bugman hesitated. It was still killing... It's just not right...
He heard a grunt from the broken thug. He saw him reaching for his dropped shotgun. He panicked. And he fired.
The recoil made him shudder. Surprised, he stumbled back. What did he do? Had he killed? Was he a murderer now? Will people still think he's cute?
<<Hey! Focus! There's still stuff to do!>>
Bugman blinked away the regretful thoughts. Right, there were still people to protect.
The spent cannon warped back into the Gut Buster, glowing a violent emerald. Eight strands of green, waving light burst out of the weapon in a symetrical sphere-arc. Four headed straight for the kneeling mafia's back. The rest went for the one still standing, each aiming for a seperate limb. Should they miss, they would curl around in a snake-like fashion and try to grab something to strangle. He thought the attack might cause the remaining goon to retaliate, so he threw something extra to keep him busy.
Once done, he slowly backed his way towards the rubble he'd sent the girl too. He held one shield at the mafia, the other two in the police's direction, just incase they believed him to be a target.
"Stay strong, guys.", he encouraged the mettaurs, "We'll be safe in a bit."
1- Cannon to Goon2 (-40)
2- Distortion Compression to Goon1 (-40) and Goon3 (-40)
3- Cactball to Goon3 (-3x20dmg, wood)
4- Dodge (Met defence)
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Watching the resulting events, Roy recalled something from earlier.
Did she mean an operator?
Dragging his PET's screen with the unused end of his toothpick, he rotated his view of the internet to face the rubble, double-tapping on the icon for the girl. He selected the "Properties" bar to see if there was anything suspicious about her.
((Your call on this stuff, Zan.))
This wasn't right... He needed to think about this.
"Roy... I, I don't want to kill him.", he mumbled to his net-op, "This isn't right..."
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From his bench in Electown, Roy LeGorn Steams produced a small, wooden toothpick from his breast pocket and used it to dislodge a stray piece of breakfast from his molars. He wasn't quite sure why he was fighting in this war. His grudge had nothing to do with the mafia or the police. Was it because of Bugman's viral research, or did he just want to be stronger? Whatever the reason, he now had three sentient shields and an innocent civilian girl to protect... A slight blush invaded his face, drawing him back out of the scrupulous daydream. ((And from that line of thought. <.< ))
"Focus, Buggy.", he reminded his digital counterpart, "This is an escort mission. Routing isn't the only victory condition. Just keep the enemy from killing the targets and you're done."
He pushed his tinted glasses up back into position with a single finger, smiling at a new thought.
"Besides, he'll have a backup somewhere. All you're doing is removing him from the fight."
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Bugman hadn't thought of that. He wouldn't really be killing, as the enemy was locked safely away in a foreign data packet.
But he wouldn't last long rushing in for a fight. He needed more information to come up with a plan.
"Beam Study." he muttered.
Bugman closed his eyes. The central glass part of the Gut Buster glowed a bright scarlet. A bubble of red gridlines appeared, surrounding the weapon. Pointing it at the general area of commotion, he caused the bubble to expand outwards, washing over the floor, the mafia, the other navi and the rubble. After passing the farthest object, the gridlocked lines collapsed into a tangled mess that seemed to get sucked back into his custom weapon, the red light dieing out with a single, loud, high-pitched beep.
As he opened his eyes, the light-based scanner gave a readout on the battle scenario. Two members of the mafia were on the floor, one cursing quietly on his front and the other on his knees flashing graphic problems. The third was focused on riddling the netpolice full of holes, whilst the cops themselves were holding out behind their rapidly crumbling defences. The only one he could rely on was the large dental nightmare, who had also single handidly reduced one of the grunts to a flickering mess. He would leave the vulcaneer to him.
"I've got a green, Roy. I'll need something to take care of this guy first.", informed Bugman, motioning at the shotgun'd goon with Metthews helmet.
<<Cannon on the way.>>
At the third tone, the Gut Buster will be replaced by a cannon. Nuuuuuu! It was leveled at the mafia goon's head, ready to fire. Just a simple clean kill...
Bugman hesitated. It was still killing... It's just not right...
He heard a grunt from the broken thug. He saw him reaching for his dropped shotgun. He panicked. And he fired.
The recoil made him shudder. Surprised, he stumbled back. What did he do? Had he killed? Was he a murderer now? Will people still think he's cute?
<<Hey! Focus! There's still stuff to do!>>
Bugman blinked away the regretful thoughts. Right, there were still people to protect.
The spent cannon warped back into the Gut Buster, glowing a violent emerald. Eight strands of green, waving light burst out of the weapon in a symetrical sphere-arc. Four headed straight for the kneeling mafia's back. The rest went for the one still standing, each aiming for a seperate limb. Should they miss, they would curl around in a snake-like fashion and try to grab something to strangle. He thought the attack might cause the remaining goon to retaliate, so he threw something extra to keep him busy.
Once done, he slowly backed his way towards the rubble he'd sent the girl too. He held one shield at the mafia, the other two in the police's direction, just incase they believed him to be a target.
"Stay strong, guys.", he encouraged the mettaurs, "We'll be safe in a bit."
1- Cannon to Goon2 (-40)
2- Distortion Compression to Goon1 (-40) and Goon3 (-40)
3- Cactball to Goon3 (-3x20dmg, wood)
4- Dodge (Met defence)
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Watching the resulting events, Roy recalled something from earlier.
Quote (The Mysterious Metgirl)
My mommy says that I have the prettiest curly hair. D'ya think its pretty, Mister? My mommy says that I'm just about the prettiest thing she's ever seen.
Did she mean an operator?
Dragging his PET's screen with the unused end of his toothpick, he rotated his view of the internet to face the rubble, double-tapping on the icon for the girl. He selected the "Properties" bar to see if there was anything suspicious about her.
((Your call on this stuff, Zan.))
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((Yo, you sure you wanna continue? Steve's giving you all a pretty big out. Also, Heat hasn't pmed Steve, so you may end up in this alone PC-wise. If you wanna continue, pm me. I'll work on the mod post tonight and try to get it up tomorrow before class.))
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((Crappy post, but whatever. I gave Heat all dodge for this turn...))
The battle raged hard and fierce, bolts of sizzling energy flying back and forth between the NetPolice and the trio of mafia members. The rubble shielding the ambushing NetPolice was shattered by sustained fire from the mafiosos and one police officer fell. Two of the mafia goons fell soon after as Bugman rejoined the fray. The ratatatat of machine gun fire barked across the battlefield and one police Navi fell to his side, his weapon sliding out of his grasp and across the ground.
"Nononono!" The girl cried. "Stop hurtin' eachotter! We havta get outta here!"
MustacheMan responded to the girls words by firing a shot at the Metool ball rolling in front of Bugman. The shot hit the golden ball and riccocheted off to smash into the back of Teethman. The enamel clad Navi fell to the floor, stunned, as the battle raged around him. The girl screamed and began to shine with a golden power...
Goon1: 140 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: DELETED!
Goon3: DELETED!
RubbleA: SMASH'D!
RubbleB: 75
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 220 [???]
NetPolice1: DELETED!
NetPolice2: 50 [UNARM'D!]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
TeethMan: 50 [STUN'D!]
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
BugMan: 120 [SHIELD'D!]
Metty: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
Metthew: 40 [SHIELD'N]
Mettilda: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
-Behind RubbleB-
???(Girl): 100 [GLOWIN'!]
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
((Forgot to mention that Roy's attempts to find a NetOp end with failure. His PET goes dark for a second and then static blares for two more seconds before things return to normal. Once again, sorry for the crap mod. I promise the next turn will be pretty awesome.))
The battle raged hard and fierce, bolts of sizzling energy flying back and forth between the NetPolice and the trio of mafia members. The rubble shielding the ambushing NetPolice was shattered by sustained fire from the mafiosos and one police officer fell. Two of the mafia goons fell soon after as Bugman rejoined the fray. The ratatatat of machine gun fire barked across the battlefield and one police Navi fell to his side, his weapon sliding out of his grasp and across the ground.
"Nononono!" The girl cried. "Stop hurtin' eachotter! We havta get outta here!"
MustacheMan responded to the girls words by firing a shot at the Metool ball rolling in front of Bugman. The shot hit the golden ball and riccocheted off to smash into the back of Teethman. The enamel clad Navi fell to the floor, stunned, as the battle raged around him. The girl screamed and began to shine with a golden power...
Goon1: 140 [VULCAN'D!]
Goon2: DELETED!
Goon3: DELETED!
RubbleA: SMASH'D!
RubbleB: 75
-Behind RubbleA-
MustacheMan: 220 [???]
NetPolice1: DELETED!
NetPolice2: 50 [UNARM'D!]
-In middle of Mafia goons-
TeethMan: 50 [STUN'D!]
-Unprotected and off to right side of battlefield-
BugMan: 120 [SHIELD'D!]
Metty: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
Metthew: 40 [SHIELD'N]
Mettilda: 40 [BALL'D] [BugMan'D!]
-Behind RubbleB-
???(Girl): 100 [GLOWIN'!]
Terrain: Normal - 70%, Cracked(In between Mafia and Rubble) - 30%
((Forgot to mention that Roy's attempts to find a NetOp end with failure. His PET goes dark for a second and then static blares for two more seconds before things return to normal. Once again, sorry for the crap mod. I promise the next turn will be pretty awesome.))
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((Also crappy post, but I just want to see what's up with this plot, and hopefully other plots concerning the mets.))
As Bugman made for the remaining mafia grunt, the receptors on the back of his headpiece began to recieve some worrying signals. Stopping to glance behind him, he realized what was causing the massive energy surge. T'was none other than the being who had requested their help in the first place. Her innocence had withered, timid face covered in flowing lines and a glowing aura surrounded her floating body. Something big was about to come from that little girl.
And it looked like it'd be coming his way. Both the mafia and the netpolice had been harassing the little metools since the fight had started, and Bugman was now between them and the big, bright light which screamed "GTFO". With a quick snap to open his wings, he extended the dark hand that carried the metball from his headpiece, curling it around his ally's waist. With his free hand, he equipped his reserved Heatshot cannon and aimed it perpendicular to the area between the metgirl and everyone else.
"Hold tight, everyone!", he cried, firing off the battlechip in hopes of propelling Teethman, the metools and himself away from the line of fire.
1(Heatshot),2,3,4: For the love of Christ, DODGE!
As Bugman made for the remaining mafia grunt, the receptors on the back of his headpiece began to recieve some worrying signals. Stopping to glance behind him, he realized what was causing the massive energy surge. T'was none other than the being who had requested their help in the first place. Her innocence had withered, timid face covered in flowing lines and a glowing aura surrounded her floating body. Something big was about to come from that little girl.
And it looked like it'd be coming his way. Both the mafia and the netpolice had been harassing the little metools since the fight had started, and Bugman was now between them and the big, bright light which screamed "GTFO". With a quick snap to open his wings, he extended the dark hand that carried the metball from his headpiece, curling it around his ally's waist. With his free hand, he equipped his reserved Heatshot cannon and aimed it perpendicular to the area between the metgirl and everyone else.
"Hold tight, everyone!", he cried, firing off the battlechip in hopes of propelling Teethman, the metools and himself away from the line of fire.
1(Heatshot),2,3,4: For the love of Christ, DODGE!