Beatnik winced as some kind of text-shaped projectile pinged off her shoulder and sent her spinning wildly. She managed to catch herself before she got too dizzy. There were downsides to being connected to floor by an average of only a few square inches at a time -- such as a high centre of balance -- but other things made up for it.
Like being to power into an enemy at a zillion miles an hour.
Which she was doing.
The floating plates of armour had fused into one big swordlike weapon with the application of the DashAttack data. Beatnik had grabbed hold of this and shot off, trailing the electric blue blade a little behind her. She saw yellow, and swung mightily. If the big, unwieldy sword connected, it would knock the pellets right out of the big stupid yellow thing.
The force of the swing broke the sword into its component plates again. As they resumed their orbit around Beatnik, the Navi shot off in another direction before the yellow monstrosity before it could whap her with something else out of the character map.
"You guys keep doin' your thing!" she half called, half yelled at the chanting Spookies. "I'm gonna run you dudes a distraction! Just make sure you get done quick, aight?"
Her red eyes flicked back to the giant yellow thing. "YO!" she bellowed. A quick twist of her hand in the keyhole on her chest booted up her lone Signature Attack. "GOT SOMETHIN' HERE TO SHOVE UP YOUR BANANA ASS! DOWN HERE, DAFFODIL BALLS!"
"This reminds me of something," Toni said. For all the trouble that the weather station and, by extention, Beatnik were in, the Operator was irritatingly calm. "Of a game you used to play a few years ago. You played it obsessively for days on end."
"Don't rememeber it," Beatnik replied gruffly, putting all of her concentration into charging up her orbital plates.
"It's...very much like this, actually. The giant virus appeared in it, as did little multicoloured ghosts, like those Spookies. It was called...hmmm. Packer or something to that effect."
"That's nice."
With little more than a gesture, Beatnik swung her aura of armour around to form a wall of death and electricity in front of her. A strong kick sent her speeding through the air, on a collision course with the giant Packer thing.
1. DashAttack @ Pacman (80 NORMAL damage)
*Gust (Dodge)
2. Charge Techno Waltz
*Distract (yell at) Pacman away from the Spookies
3. First Lock: Techno Waltz @ Pacman (90 ELEC damage)
To the Weather Station
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((DashAttack does 90 DMG + Impact, as much as you want it to be a Sword and be used multiple times for 80 DMG, it just won't work.))
Beatnik was mad, Pacman was mad, and the Spookies were... well... chanting. They did move a bit out of the way though, but were still chanting, looks like they wouldn't be done for a while, but the circles under them had fused to be a bit more polychrome.
The erratic ballerina roared as she and the yellow giant crashed into each other and reeled back from the attacks. A bunch of pellets fell out of the monster's mouth and scattered all over the place, there seemed to be... 90 of them?
Regardless, Beatnik gusted out of the way of another direct rampage and charged up her next attack. The monstrosity turned around, but was a bit different from before.
It now had... was that a purple butterfly mask.
Before she could react, a giant "FABULOUS!" blasted out of the thing's mouth and knocked Beatnik on the shoulder, making her spin out of control and smash into the opponent in a very wrong way. It seemed her left arm wasn't functioning correctly, so it didn't look like she could use more than one chip at once.
Pacman: 230 HP [Butterfly Mask]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4970 HP [1 Action away]
Pelletsx90: 1 HP each
-CHANTING-
SpookyBlue: 140 HP
SpookyRed: 140 HP
SpookyPink: 140 HP
SpookyOrange: 140 HP
Beatnik.exe: 50 HP (Left Arm Damaged!)
Beatnik was mad, Pacman was mad, and the Spookies were... well... chanting. They did move a bit out of the way though, but were still chanting, looks like they wouldn't be done for a while, but the circles under them had fused to be a bit more polychrome.
The erratic ballerina roared as she and the yellow giant crashed into each other and reeled back from the attacks. A bunch of pellets fell out of the monster's mouth and scattered all over the place, there seemed to be... 90 of them?
Regardless, Beatnik gusted out of the way of another direct rampage and charged up her next attack. The monstrosity turned around, but was a bit different from before.
It now had... was that a purple butterfly mask.
Before she could react, a giant "FABULOUS!" blasted out of the thing's mouth and knocked Beatnik on the shoulder, making her spin out of control and smash into the opponent in a very wrong way. It seemed her left arm wasn't functioning correctly, so it didn't look like she could use more than one chip at once.
Pacman: 230 HP [Butterfly Mask]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4970 HP [1 Action away]
Pelletsx90: 1 HP each
-CHANTING-
SpookyBlue: 140 HP
SpookyRed: 140 HP
SpookyPink: 140 HP
SpookyOrange: 140 HP
Beatnik.exe: 50 HP (Left Arm Damaged!)
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Beatnik just had no idea what was happening anymore.
One second, she was speeding through the field of pellets, feeling pretty darn good about her handling of this whole thing; the next, she was slumped on her face with the giant yellow thing not two yards away, and her arm was definitely not feeling like it was supposed to.
She winched up her head to stare at the framework of raw coding where her arm had been. The shape of it was still there, but the avatar had simply been blown away by the cross-spectrum attack.
"This is stupid," she grumbled, skittering back up to her feet. Her head snapped up toward the huge yellow thing. "You hear that? This is stupid! YOU'RE STUPID!"
She pulled back her good fist and punched the wall of masked, yellow rage. Her fist pretty much bounced off. Fuming, Beatnik kicked off and went shooting away to gather her composure.
Maybe those stupid, gay, technocoloured Spookies would finish up whatever the hell they were singing about and actually help.
1. Buster @ Pacman (8 NORMAL damage)
2. Dodge
3. Dodge
*Gust: Dodge
One second, she was speeding through the field of pellets, feeling pretty darn good about her handling of this whole thing; the next, she was slumped on her face with the giant yellow thing not two yards away, and her arm was definitely not feeling like it was supposed to.
She winched up her head to stare at the framework of raw coding where her arm had been. The shape of it was still there, but the avatar had simply been blown away by the cross-spectrum attack.
"This is stupid," she grumbled, skittering back up to her feet. Her head snapped up toward the huge yellow thing. "You hear that? This is stupid! YOU'RE STUPID!"
She pulled back her good fist and punched the wall of masked, yellow rage. Her fist pretty much bounced off. Fuming, Beatnik kicked off and went shooting away to gather her composure.
Maybe those stupid, gay, technocoloured Spookies would finish up whatever the hell they were singing about and actually help.
1. Buster @ Pacman (8 NORMAL damage)
2. Dodge
3. Dodge
*Gust: Dodge
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In a fit of frustration, Beatnik sorely punched the yellow monstrosity with all her might, making it wobble back and have a couple more pellets fall out of its mouth. Is it just me, or is this thing getting smaller? Oh, and the Butterfly mask was knocked off too.
Suddenly, an omnipresent humming that wasn't so omnipresent before resonated through the area. The pellet swirled up over the chanting Spookys' heads and formed into one giant glowing pellet. The viruses, exhausted, turned abnormally white as the "Super Pellet" placed itself halfway between Pacman and Beatnik.
Seeing the glowing pellet, the gaming icon made a beeline for it, accompanied by its constant shouts of "WAKA WAKA WAKA."
"Oh no! You must acquire the object first by absorbing it into your body before it does! Quickly! The fate of the weather station is at stake," one of the Spookies warned Beatnik.
Pacman: 222 HP [Toward Super Pellet]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4970 HP [3 Actions away]
Super Pellet: 98 HP [2 actions away]
-EXHAUSTED-
SpookyBlue: 140 HP
SpookyRed: 140 HP
SpookyPink: 140 HP
SpookyOrange: 140 HP
Beatnik.exe: 50 HP (Left Arm Damaged!)
[RP WELL TO GET TO THE SUPER PELLET FIRST]
Suddenly, an omnipresent humming that wasn't so omnipresent before resonated through the area. The pellet swirled up over the chanting Spookys' heads and formed into one giant glowing pellet. The viruses, exhausted, turned abnormally white as the "Super Pellet" placed itself halfway between Pacman and Beatnik.
Seeing the glowing pellet, the gaming icon made a beeline for it, accompanied by its constant shouts of "WAKA WAKA WAKA."
"Oh no! You must acquire the object first by absorbing it into your body before it does! Quickly! The fate of the weather station is at stake," one of the Spookies warned Beatnik.
Pacman: 222 HP [Toward Super Pellet]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4970 HP [3 Actions away]
Super Pellet: 98 HP [2 actions away]
-EXHAUSTED-
SpookyBlue: 140 HP
SpookyRed: 140 HP
SpookyPink: 140 HP
SpookyOrange: 140 HP
Beatnik.exe: 50 HP (Left Arm Damaged!)
[RP WELL TO GET TO THE SUPER PELLET FIRST]
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Beatnik's jaw dropped so far that there was the distinct possibility of it falling off.
"That was the super secret charge-up death cannon blaster move that I was buying you idiots time for?" She reeled her jaw back in. Breath hissed through her clenched teeth. "You mooks were supposed to blast this 'tard straight offa the Net! And I ain't absorbin' any weird crazy crap--"
"Beatnik, I think it would be best if you got moving," Antoinette pointed out. Beatnik's head snapped around. The giant yellow thing was already speeding toward the fallen pellet, and it was making a heck of an annoying noise as it went.
Then the Navi realized how screwed she was most likely going to be if that giant yellow thing got to the Spookies' trump card before she did. The digital air kind of shlooped into the vacuum that had been the place where her body had been just a fraction of a microsecond before.
Beatnik, with head down and arm pumping, skated at top speed toward the fallen pellet. Well, she was doing the best she could, anyway, considering that one of her arms was bunk. Her mind moved even faster than her feet. What's this little thing supposed t'be for, anyhow? It's gotta be some kinda source of infinite power or somethin', else they wouldn't want Mr. Big Yellow and Stupid over there gettin' at it. Why would the little pricks drop it right in the middle? It's like they're just askin' for it. And who the hell gets tired out talkin'?
That magical glowing pellet thing was just a few yards ahead now. She practically hurled herself forward, flinging out her good hand, determined to snatch it from the jaws of that big stupid yellow thing, fingers straining toward the pellet--
1. MOVE
2. GIDDYAP
3. HAUL ASS
*Gust: GO GO GO
"That was the super secret charge-up death cannon blaster move that I was buying you idiots time for?" She reeled her jaw back in. Breath hissed through her clenched teeth. "You mooks were supposed to blast this 'tard straight offa the Net! And I ain't absorbin' any weird crazy crap--"
"Beatnik, I think it would be best if you got moving," Antoinette pointed out. Beatnik's head snapped around. The giant yellow thing was already speeding toward the fallen pellet, and it was making a heck of an annoying noise as it went.
Then the Navi realized how screwed she was most likely going to be if that giant yellow thing got to the Spookies' trump card before she did. The digital air kind of shlooped into the vacuum that had been the place where her body had been just a fraction of a microsecond before.
Beatnik, with head down and arm pumping, skated at top speed toward the fallen pellet. Well, she was doing the best she could, anyway, considering that one of her arms was bunk. Her mind moved even faster than her feet. What's this little thing supposed t'be for, anyhow? It's gotta be some kinda source of infinite power or somethin', else they wouldn't want Mr. Big Yellow and Stupid over there gettin' at it. Why would the little pricks drop it right in the middle? It's like they're just askin' for it. And who the hell gets tired out talkin'?
That magical glowing pellet thing was just a few yards ahead now. She practically hurled herself forward, flinging out her good hand, determined to snatch it from the jaws of that big stupid yellow thing, fingers straining toward the pellet--
1. MOVE
2. GIDDYAP
3. HAUL ASS
*Gust: GO GO GO
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--and grasped it.
A blindingly white flash of white encompassed the area as Beatnik felt something oozy and bubbly invade her right arm and work its way throughout her body. She had the involuntary to retch whatever it was out, but the only thing that came out of her mouth were fizzly soda bubbles and white saliva data, that soon exploded into stars and rainbows....
What?
Apparently the bright light had left the yellow monster with an (X_X) expression and made it roll around, screaming in agony as it crashed here and there, sometimes colliding into the Weather Station. What really bugged Beatnik was that unicorns would come prancing out out the major impact areas for no apparent reason.
Everything started flashing in technicolor in the electric ballerina's vision as she begun to right herself, only to retch again, but this time puking out her left arm.
Eyes wide the hovering nightmare glanced at her left limb, to find a stump of data where the ligament once was. Said puked ligament writhed and twitched on the ground while flashing technicoloredly.
A sharp pain emitted from the stump, and the mad dancer was forced to look as another arm agonizingly burst out to replace the damaged one, rendering her good as new, if it weren't for the random trippy LSD side effects.
Antoniette noticed something that Beatnik didn't, and that was her navi was GLOWING, with all the goddamn colors of a funky rainbow.
Despite all this randomness, Beatnik felt delusionally a little stronger. Maybe it was time to whoop that stupid yellow thing's butt, before it crashed into the station and made unicorns come out again.
Pacman: 222 HP [Crashing around, Blind, 1 action away, Unpredictable rolling around]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4000 HP [3 Actions away]
Super Pellet: ABSORBED
-EXHAUSTED-
SpookyBlue: 140 HP
SpookyRed: 140 HP
SpookyPink: 140 HP
SpookyOrange: 140 HP
-TRIPPING-
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP [+48 DMG to all attacks, Improved Dodging (Must dodge in funky manner), Confusion]
A blindingly white flash of white encompassed the area as Beatnik felt something oozy and bubbly invade her right arm and work its way throughout her body. She had the involuntary to retch whatever it was out, but the only thing that came out of her mouth were fizzly soda bubbles and white saliva data, that soon exploded into stars and rainbows....
What?
Apparently the bright light had left the yellow monster with an (X_X) expression and made it roll around, screaming in agony as it crashed here and there, sometimes colliding into the Weather Station. What really bugged Beatnik was that unicorns would come prancing out out the major impact areas for no apparent reason.
Everything started flashing in technicolor in the electric ballerina's vision as she begun to right herself, only to retch again, but this time puking out her left arm.
Eyes wide the hovering nightmare glanced at her left limb, to find a stump of data where the ligament once was. Said puked ligament writhed and twitched on the ground while flashing technicoloredly.
A sharp pain emitted from the stump, and the mad dancer was forced to look as another arm agonizingly burst out to replace the damaged one, rendering her good as new, if it weren't for the random trippy LSD side effects.
Antoniette noticed something that Beatnik didn't, and that was her navi was GLOWING, with all the goddamn colors of a funky rainbow.
Despite all this randomness, Beatnik felt delusionally a little stronger. Maybe it was time to whoop that stupid yellow thing's butt, before it crashed into the station and made unicorns come out again.
Pacman: 222 HP [Crashing around, Blind, 1 action away, Unpredictable rolling around]
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4000 HP [3 Actions away]
Super Pellet: ABSORBED
-EXHAUSTED-
SpookyBlue: 140 HP
SpookyRed: 140 HP
SpookyPink: 140 HP
SpookyOrange: 140 HP
-TRIPPING-
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP [+48 DMG to all attacks, Improved Dodging (Must dodge in funky manner), Confusion]
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"Heheheheheheheheh..."
Beatnik, still kind of but not really on her hands and knees, giggled maniacally as she inspected her new arm. The thing that had spontaneously filled in the shell of her left arm was...well, it wasn't the one that was there before. At least, she was pretty sure that it wasn't. The new arm was made entirely of gold -- not her style, really, she would have gone for mithril or titanium or diamond or something -- a golden arm, plates, with bundles of wire that she could see through the narrow gaps. A robotic arm. Of asskicking.
Her real arm lay flopping on the ground.
No, wait, what? That wasn't actually her arm. Her real arm was right there on her left shoulder, and it was golden, and it was friggin' badass. That thing on the ground...wasn't...then why the hell did her right arm look just like it?
Beatnik glowered at the disappointment that passed for the right-side appendage. Crappy old arm. Why the hell was it--? Was--? Screw it. The stupid th--whoa, a blink, one tiny section of a fraction of a microminiubertiny second, one blink and her right arm had changed. Well, it wasn't awesome and golden, like it should have been, but it was different, at least.
The arm on the ground was flopping a little slower now. Dying, was it? Good, she didn't want the plain boring dull old yellow arm anyway.
The transfigured right one that was, you know, actually her right arm -- you know, not the one on the ground, the one on her shoulder, you know, that arm -- well, it had swapped colours. Like Toni had selected it in some cheap image editing program and hit 'invert.' She'd have to take it up with Toni later, because nobody was allowed to go running around running any part of her through dinky programs to make cheap effects. Wasn't right.
Anyway. About the right arm. It wasn't yellow anymore. It was violent. No, violet. violent? Geez, those words were so close. But 'violent' was more of a reddish colour, she figured, like the blood of the innocent. Violet was purple. Yeah. The right arm was purple now.
It reminded her of old times.
The lights on the lock on her chest were flickering madly. Now why the hell would they be doing--
--ooooh.
Hell yeah.
God friggin' damn, was there ever a lot of power in those blinks. Beatnik had just blinked again, and then she was different. All of her was violent -- no, no, violet, purple, violet -- all of her was violet where it should have been yellow. Well, her left arm was still made of gold, but she wasn't complaining. As long as the badass arm stayed badass, it was cool with her. The hair that drifted in her peripheral vision had gotten intensely bright, until it was more like white with a faint hint of green in it than anything else. The circles of metal that she skated on were gone. Instead, wheels of white electrical fire rotated slowly just off her shoulderblades, like big unwiedly flaming wings. She didn't have to look that the whites of her eyes had gone completely red.
Holy crap. Holy crap. They'd taken this away, hadn't they? When they'd kicked her out. The NetMafia bastards had taken away all her crap when they'd given her the boot, including...including this. That pellet -- somehow the Spookies had managed to conjure her Darkchip, holyfriggin'cowfartin'crapcakes her Darkchip-- they'd brought it back to her. Black Samba. It was back. Holyholyholygeez Black Samba was back.
(The problem with all this was that Beatnik was actually saying every word of her internal narration. Antoinette sat back and watched impassively as her Navi convulsed a little on the Net floor, uttering a garbled stream of nonsense at an outrageously high speed. All her Operator could make out was the errant word, and even then, it didn't make much sense in such a context. The last and clearest thing she did hear was Beatnik screaming the words "BLACK SAMBAAAAAAAA!", which made Toni's spine go rigid.)
Beatnik threw back her head and laughed. Like a psycho. It was fun. She missed doing it. It's easy to laugh like a retard when you've got a massive power buffer above your enemy, but it's a little tougher when all you've got are three crappy starter chips. It was nice to lapse back into her Past Life.)
The Navi backflipped up to her feet. She didn't know how she did it, and she didn't really want to know how she had done it, 'cause it would just spoil the fun. Regardless, her feet landed solidly on an invisible cushion of air with such force that the ground cracked for six feet in every direction.
As that giant yellow thing went shooting around, smashing into stuff, Beatnik realized that it was wearing something. A welder's mask? Why was that so familiar? And why was it leaving dual trails of fire behind it all of a sudden...? Even those unicorns that were exploding from the point of every impact had welding masks on, and their hooves and manes and tails were made entirely of flame.
...him. It was him.
Montag.
Old scores had to be settled, right? She'd never gotten a proper chance to delete the bastard.
So it was time to get that done now.
Time seem to warp and slow as she crouched into a runner's stance, then it blasted into fast-foward as she shot off. In Beatnik's mind's eye, she could see herself flinging herself into forward motion, and then just disappearing from the visible spectrum.
That fast.
Faster than fast.
Eighty-eight miles per hour!
Now where had she heard that...?
Didn't matter right now. There were Montags to disembowel.
As Beatnik bore down on PacMontag, she drew back her golden arm. It shimmered with some kind of quiet, withdrawn power. That was no good. One thought turned that subtle strength into a massive corona of flame encasing her entire arm. Pentacles of light formulated in the sky far above. They angled themselves toward PacMontag as Beatnik drew closer at terrible speeds. Her golden arm lashed forward.
Sixteen different beams of light shot down from on high, as if the virtual angels had something personal against this PacMontag bastard. All this chaos and carnage orchestrated by one little golden hand -- man, she never wanted to lose this thing. Did she ever owe those Spookies for this one.
Devastating claws fifty feet long grew out of each of her golden fingers. She brought them raking across, tearing rifts in the fabric of the Net itself. Through the rips in the air, she could see infinite darknesses that were really shifting colours, and monsters impossible to describe dancing around fires and sacrificing to their gods and attending rave parties --
The Net figured out what the hell was going on and sealed the astral rifts shut. The claws fizzled out. Beatnik was kind of disappointed. She felt almost like she was going to cry. Her eyes were itching really bad. She rubbed at them with gold and violent (violet?) knuckles, but the burning sensation only got worse. When she brought her hands away, she saw some kind of goo on them -- shifting rainbow goo that had come from her eyeballs.
Dual rainbow lasers blasted out of her eye sockets, vaporizing the air, cauterizing the ground, and searing towards that piece of shit PacMontag. Her golden hand shot out a stream of cosmic bears for good measure.
(Beatnik was still verbally narrating the entire experience, even faster than before. Toni's face was in her hands. She just couldn't stand the sight of Beatnik flapping her hands madly in the big yellow thing's direction any longer.)
*Gust: Charge Pacman [dodge]
1. Rageclaw @ Pacman (40 NORMAL + 48 tripboost = 88 NORMAL damage)
2. Rageclaw @ Pacman (40 NORMAL + 48 tripboost = 88 NORMAL damage)
3. Rageclaw @ Pacman (40 NORMAL + 48 tripboost = 88 NORMAL damage)
Beatnik, still kind of but not really on her hands and knees, giggled maniacally as she inspected her new arm. The thing that had spontaneously filled in the shell of her left arm was...well, it wasn't the one that was there before. At least, she was pretty sure that it wasn't. The new arm was made entirely of gold -- not her style, really, she would have gone for mithril or titanium or diamond or something -- a golden arm, plates, with bundles of wire that she could see through the narrow gaps. A robotic arm. Of asskicking.
Her real arm lay flopping on the ground.
No, wait, what? That wasn't actually her arm. Her real arm was right there on her left shoulder, and it was golden, and it was friggin' badass. That thing on the ground...wasn't...then why the hell did her right arm look just like it?
Beatnik glowered at the disappointment that passed for the right-side appendage. Crappy old arm. Why the hell was it--? Was--? Screw it. The stupid th--whoa, a blink, one tiny section of a fraction of a microminiubertiny second, one blink and her right arm had changed. Well, it wasn't awesome and golden, like it should have been, but it was different, at least.
The arm on the ground was flopping a little slower now. Dying, was it? Good, she didn't want the plain boring dull old yellow arm anyway.
The transfigured right one that was, you know, actually her right arm -- you know, not the one on the ground, the one on her shoulder, you know, that arm -- well, it had swapped colours. Like Toni had selected it in some cheap image editing program and hit 'invert.' She'd have to take it up with Toni later, because nobody was allowed to go running around running any part of her through dinky programs to make cheap effects. Wasn't right.
Anyway. About the right arm. It wasn't yellow anymore. It was violent. No, violet. violent? Geez, those words were so close. But 'violent' was more of a reddish colour, she figured, like the blood of the innocent. Violet was purple. Yeah. The right arm was purple now.
It reminded her of old times.
The lights on the lock on her chest were flickering madly. Now why the hell would they be doing--
--ooooh.
Hell yeah.
God friggin' damn, was there ever a lot of power in those blinks. Beatnik had just blinked again, and then she was different. All of her was violent -- no, no, violet, purple, violet -- all of her was violet where it should have been yellow. Well, her left arm was still made of gold, but she wasn't complaining. As long as the badass arm stayed badass, it was cool with her. The hair that drifted in her peripheral vision had gotten intensely bright, until it was more like white with a faint hint of green in it than anything else. The circles of metal that she skated on were gone. Instead, wheels of white electrical fire rotated slowly just off her shoulderblades, like big unwiedly flaming wings. She didn't have to look that the whites of her eyes had gone completely red.
Holy crap. Holy crap. They'd taken this away, hadn't they? When they'd kicked her out. The NetMafia bastards had taken away all her crap when they'd given her the boot, including...including this. That pellet -- somehow the Spookies had managed to conjure her Darkchip, holyfriggin'cowfartin'crapcakes her Darkchip-- they'd brought it back to her. Black Samba. It was back. Holyholyholygeez Black Samba was back.
(The problem with all this was that Beatnik was actually saying every word of her internal narration. Antoinette sat back and watched impassively as her Navi convulsed a little on the Net floor, uttering a garbled stream of nonsense at an outrageously high speed. All her Operator could make out was the errant word, and even then, it didn't make much sense in such a context. The last and clearest thing she did hear was Beatnik screaming the words "BLACK SAMBAAAAAAAA!", which made Toni's spine go rigid.)
Beatnik threw back her head and laughed. Like a psycho. It was fun. She missed doing it. It's easy to laugh like a retard when you've got a massive power buffer above your enemy, but it's a little tougher when all you've got are three crappy starter chips. It was nice to lapse back into her Past Life.)
The Navi backflipped up to her feet. She didn't know how she did it, and she didn't really want to know how she had done it, 'cause it would just spoil the fun. Regardless, her feet landed solidly on an invisible cushion of air with such force that the ground cracked for six feet in every direction.
As that giant yellow thing went shooting around, smashing into stuff, Beatnik realized that it was wearing something. A welder's mask? Why was that so familiar? And why was it leaving dual trails of fire behind it all of a sudden...? Even those unicorns that were exploding from the point of every impact had welding masks on, and their hooves and manes and tails were made entirely of flame.
...him. It was him.
Montag.
Old scores had to be settled, right? She'd never gotten a proper chance to delete the bastard.
So it was time to get that done now.
Time seem to warp and slow as she crouched into a runner's stance, then it blasted into fast-foward as she shot off. In Beatnik's mind's eye, she could see herself flinging herself into forward motion, and then just disappearing from the visible spectrum.
That fast.
Faster than fast.
Eighty-eight miles per hour!
Now where had she heard that...?
Didn't matter right now. There were Montags to disembowel.
As Beatnik bore down on PacMontag, she drew back her golden arm. It shimmered with some kind of quiet, withdrawn power. That was no good. One thought turned that subtle strength into a massive corona of flame encasing her entire arm. Pentacles of light formulated in the sky far above. They angled themselves toward PacMontag as Beatnik drew closer at terrible speeds. Her golden arm lashed forward.
Sixteen different beams of light shot down from on high, as if the virtual angels had something personal against this PacMontag bastard. All this chaos and carnage orchestrated by one little golden hand -- man, she never wanted to lose this thing. Did she ever owe those Spookies for this one.
Devastating claws fifty feet long grew out of each of her golden fingers. She brought them raking across, tearing rifts in the fabric of the Net itself. Through the rips in the air, she could see infinite darknesses that were really shifting colours, and monsters impossible to describe dancing around fires and sacrificing to their gods and attending rave parties --
The Net figured out what the hell was going on and sealed the astral rifts shut. The claws fizzled out. Beatnik was kind of disappointed. She felt almost like she was going to cry. Her eyes were itching really bad. She rubbed at them with gold and violent (violet?) knuckles, but the burning sensation only got worse. When she brought her hands away, she saw some kind of goo on them -- shifting rainbow goo that had come from her eyeballs.
Dual rainbow lasers blasted out of her eye sockets, vaporizing the air, cauterizing the ground, and searing towards that piece of shit PacMontag. Her golden hand shot out a stream of cosmic bears for good measure.
(Beatnik was still verbally narrating the entire experience, even faster than before. Toni's face was in her hands. She just couldn't stand the sight of Beatnik flapping her hands madly in the big yellow thing's direction any longer.)
*Gust: Charge Pacman [dodge]
1. Rageclaw @ Pacman (40 NORMAL + 48 tripboost = 88 NORMAL damage)
2. Rageclaw @ Pacman (40 NORMAL + 48 tripboost = 88 NORMAL damage)
3. Rageclaw @ Pacman (40 NORMAL + 48 tripboost = 88 NORMAL damage)
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[Sorry, was busy laughing at this post, planning for my own RP thread, and playing ToS2]
Beatnik, with her newfound, albeit trippy, powers, decided to "trip" off at HIGH SPEED toward the Pacman, who she imagined had a welder's mask, which was rolling around also at HIGH SPEED.
At any rate, the hovering nightmare started ranting about "BLACK SAMBAAAAAAAAAA" and Golden Arms and rainbow eye beams with astral claw tearing devices coupled with netangel vendettas against a certain giant yellow program. During this time, her trip boosted powers enabled her Rageclaw to do stunning amounts of damage, it was if she was on steroids. Oh, wait, she was on steroids. :'D
As Pacman had unicorns prancing out of HIS damaging attacks, the impact of Beatnik's attacks, as it looked like to the electric ballerina, caused violently violent shaded Tyrannosaurus Rex heads to start chomping gashes into the enemy while spurting, "OM NOM NOM" during the process.
With her final attack, the program exploded into a thousand million unicorns, stars, and randomly colored mildew. Yes, mildew. Beatnik had no idea why there was mildew, but nonetheless, that's what came out of this explosion. In Beatnik vision of course.
The Spookies, who looked like some horribly made ghost halloween costume to beatnik about now, floated up to the navi and gave their thanks while they retrieved what seemed to Toni, to been a smaller, stone version of the giant yellow thing they were just facing.
"Again, thank you so much for your help. I do wish we could meet again. Our master, the great pumpkin, beckons us," a Spooky said as it, and its companions, faded away.
Suddenly, Beatnik felt drained. Her former, broken, left arm had exploded into data moments before, and it looked to her like a bunch of wind-up toy chattering teeth came out of it. The hovering nightmare felt like her head was going to explode. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she had the constant urge to puke something out of her system.
Also, to her dismay, her arm was NOT made out of gold. There was a hapful amount of said material where the Pacman exploded though.
Well, all's well that ends well, time to check the weather.
Pacman: DEFEATED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4000 HP [3 Actions away]
Super Pellet: ABSORBED
-LEFT-
SpookyBlue: LEFT
SpookyRed: LEFT
SpookyPink: LEFT
SpookyOrange: LEFT
-HANGOVER?-
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP
-VICTORY-
Get: 1200z
Beatnik, with her newfound, albeit trippy, powers, decided to "trip" off at HIGH SPEED toward the Pacman, who she imagined had a welder's mask, which was rolling around also at HIGH SPEED.
At any rate, the hovering nightmare started ranting about "BLACK SAMBAAAAAAAAAA" and Golden Arms and rainbow eye beams with astral claw tearing devices coupled with netangel vendettas against a certain giant yellow program. During this time, her trip boosted powers enabled her Rageclaw to do stunning amounts of damage, it was if she was on steroids. Oh, wait, she was on steroids. :'D
As Pacman had unicorns prancing out of HIS damaging attacks, the impact of Beatnik's attacks, as it looked like to the electric ballerina, caused violently violent shaded Tyrannosaurus Rex heads to start chomping gashes into the enemy while spurting, "OM NOM NOM" during the process.
With her final attack, the program exploded into a thousand million unicorns, stars, and randomly colored mildew. Yes, mildew. Beatnik had no idea why there was mildew, but nonetheless, that's what came out of this explosion. In Beatnik vision of course.
The Spookies, who looked like some horribly made ghost halloween costume to beatnik about now, floated up to the navi and gave their thanks while they retrieved what seemed to Toni, to been a smaller, stone version of the giant yellow thing they were just facing.
"Again, thank you so much for your help. I do wish we could meet again. Our master, the great pumpkin, beckons us," a Spooky said as it, and its companions, faded away.
Suddenly, Beatnik felt drained. Her former, broken, left arm had exploded into data moments before, and it looked to her like a bunch of wind-up toy chattering teeth came out of it. The hovering nightmare felt like her head was going to explode. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she had the constant urge to puke something out of her system.
Also, to her dismay, her arm was NOT made out of gold. There was a hapful amount of said material where the Pacman exploded though.
Well, all's well that ends well, time to check the weather.
Pacman: DEFEATED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Weather Station: 4000 HP [3 Actions away]
Super Pellet: ABSORBED
-LEFT-
SpookyBlue: LEFT
SpookyRed: LEFT
SpookyPink: LEFT
SpookyOrange: LEFT
-HANGOVER?-
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP
-VICTORY-
Get: 1200z
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Antoinette sat back in her chair and wrote a poem. Her musical accompaniment was the sound of Beatnik's wailing howls.
She had time to finish and proofread it before the screams finally subsided. Antoinette saved and closed the text application on her screen, bringing the view back to the Netscape. The weather station was still quite whole, and there was little evidence left of the climactic battle aside from a few dents in the structure and the big pile of yellowish goo that had probably been left behind by the giant yellow thing's demise.
Beatnik herself was in a bit of a strange position. She was on her hands and knees, but since her feet were propelled off the ground by those magnetic rings, she had to contort herself a bit to get both knees and palms in contact. Shuddering, Beatnik scrambled back up to her feet in an ungainly way.
"Well, that friggin' sucked," she commented as she skated slowly toward the weather station.
Two minutes later she came back out, far more vehement about her situation than she had been before.
"Yeah, so what if it's gonna rain? You're a sad sack, you like rain! You're all 'these are the tears of my broken soul' and crap!"
"Nobody likes walking around in the rain. I'm staying inside, Beatnik."
"Weenie," Beatnik growled under her breath. Preoccupied by Antoinette's loserdom, she skated back into the wild frontiers of the Net, unaware that she could be jumped by viruses at any time.
[Battle 6, please.]
She had time to finish and proofread it before the screams finally subsided. Antoinette saved and closed the text application on her screen, bringing the view back to the Netscape. The weather station was still quite whole, and there was little evidence left of the climactic battle aside from a few dents in the structure and the big pile of yellowish goo that had probably been left behind by the giant yellow thing's demise.
Beatnik herself was in a bit of a strange position. She was on her hands and knees, but since her feet were propelled off the ground by those magnetic rings, she had to contort herself a bit to get both knees and palms in contact. Shuddering, Beatnik scrambled back up to her feet in an ungainly way.
"Well, that friggin' sucked," she commented as she skated slowly toward the weather station.
Two minutes later she came back out, far more vehement about her situation than she had been before.
"Yeah, so what if it's gonna rain? You're a sad sack, you like rain! You're all 'these are the tears of my broken soul' and crap!"
"Nobody likes walking around in the rain. I'm staying inside, Beatnik."
"Weenie," Beatnik growled under her breath. Preoccupied by Antoinette's loserdom, she skated back into the wild frontiers of the Net, unaware that she could be jumped by viruses at any time.
[Battle 6, please.]
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After her latest encounter, normal virus battles wouldn't seem to cut it for Beatnik as she mellowly skated her way back.
Good thing there are EX versions, eh?
Three juggly Melodys bounce toward Beatnik as they spit out two amplified Cannondumbs onto the field. A Miner trails behind, cackling a bit.
MelodyA: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
CannondumbEXA: 90 HP
CannondumbEXB: 90 HP
Miner: 100 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP
-BATTLE 6-
-GO-
Good thing there are EX versions, eh?
Three juggly Melodys bounce toward Beatnik as they spit out two amplified Cannondumbs onto the field. A Miner trails behind, cackling a bit.
MelodyA: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
CannondumbEXA: 90 HP
CannondumbEXB: 90 HP
Miner: 100 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP
-BATTLE 6-
-GO-
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"What is that thing? Huhn." Beatnik shaded her eyes, entirely unnecessarily, to get a better look at the Miner bringing up the rear.
"Beatnik, the others—"
"Screw 'em for a minute. We seen that thing before?" She waved a finger in the general direction of the Miner. "Looks familiar. Don't 'member where from, though."
"It leaves minefields. Not stepping on them is a good idea. Honestly, Beatnik, they're surrounding you—"
"Yeah, yeah. DashAttack."
"What?"
"DashAttack, Toni. Make this stuff snappy, now, or you're gonna get me deleted and I'm gonna have to haunt you an' shit."
With her face set in a very grim rictus that spoke of reprimands at a later date, Antoinette slotted in the chip that she had been asked for.
Beatnik grabbed hold of the data packet and went blasting off from a dead stop to top speed. The big plates of armour whirled madly around her. One locked into place on the back of her hand, hanging past the ends of her fingers; punching a sucker with it would undoubtedly hurt. That's precisely what she did as she went tearing past almost every one of the viruses. She swung her armed fist blindly at the blurs of colour as they slid through her vision.
That Shotgun's packet popped up on her systems, promptly followed by the Fireburn. Well, at least Toni was rolling with it. As Beatnik's legs began to give out after the improbably massive burst of speed, she picked up the Shotgun. She folded her fingers into a pistol shape and fired a shot of white-hot plasma at the Miner.
Another plate of metal — the first one had already detached itself from her arm — swung around and took its place in front of her. Its surface flash-heated as the Fireburn data funnelled into it. There was a low, almost subsonic roar, and a beam of liquid fire blasted out from the plate, igniting the air it passed through and putting itself on a direct course toward the stationary cannons and the half-remembered Miner.
1. DashAttack @ MelodyA, MelodyB, MelodyC, CannondumbEXA, CannondumbEXB (90 NORMAL damage + impact)
*Gust: Dodge
2. Shotgun @ Miner (50 NORMAL damage + splash1)
3. Fireburn1 @ Miner, CannondumbEXB, CannondumbEXA (50 FIRE damage)
"Beatnik, the others—"
"Screw 'em for a minute. We seen that thing before?" She waved a finger in the general direction of the Miner. "Looks familiar. Don't 'member where from, though."
"It leaves minefields. Not stepping on them is a good idea. Honestly, Beatnik, they're surrounding you—"
"Yeah, yeah. DashAttack."
"What?"
"DashAttack, Toni. Make this stuff snappy, now, or you're gonna get me deleted and I'm gonna have to haunt you an' shit."
With her face set in a very grim rictus that spoke of reprimands at a later date, Antoinette slotted in the chip that she had been asked for.
Beatnik grabbed hold of the data packet and went blasting off from a dead stop to top speed. The big plates of armour whirled madly around her. One locked into place on the back of her hand, hanging past the ends of her fingers; punching a sucker with it would undoubtedly hurt. That's precisely what she did as she went tearing past almost every one of the viruses. She swung her armed fist blindly at the blurs of colour as they slid through her vision.
That Shotgun's packet popped up on her systems, promptly followed by the Fireburn. Well, at least Toni was rolling with it. As Beatnik's legs began to give out after the improbably massive burst of speed, she picked up the Shotgun. She folded her fingers into a pistol shape and fired a shot of white-hot plasma at the Miner.
Another plate of metal — the first one had already detached itself from her arm — swung around and took its place in front of her. Its surface flash-heated as the Fireburn data funnelled into it. There was a low, almost subsonic roar, and a beam of liquid fire blasted out from the plate, igniting the air it passed through and putting itself on a direct course toward the stationary cannons and the half-remembered Miner.
1. DashAttack @ MelodyA, MelodyB, MelodyC, CannondumbEXA, CannondumbEXB (90 NORMAL damage + impact)
*Gust: Dodge
2. Shotgun @ Miner (50 NORMAL damage + splash1)
3. Fireburn1 @ Miner, CannondumbEXB, CannondumbEXA (50 FIRE damage)
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Beatnik burst through the viruses at top speed, the Melodys jumping up, and nearly squashing her if she didn't use the wind boost to get through, crashing into the CannondumbEXs and deleting them outright. Skidding to a halt, Beatnik unloaded on the Miner, blasting and burning it into cinders. The Melodies bounce around for a bit, but the next move is still up to the electric ballerina.
MelodyA: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
CannondumbEXA: SMASHED
CannondumbEXB: CRASHED
Miner: BURNED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP
MelodyA: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
CannondumbEXA: SMASHED
CannondumbEXB: CRASHED
Miner: BURNED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 100 HP
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"Y'know what?"
"What, Beatnik?" Toni said tiredly.
"It sucks bein' weak."
"Yes, Beatnik."
"I mean, no, seriously. It fuggin' sucks bein' weak."
The Navi wiggled her fingers. Electricity was already building up around her arm like little yellow worms of death. Miniature lightning bolts jumped from one part of her arm to another, and disappearing again almost as fast as they had revealed themselves.
"And this is the first time you're mentioning this? It isn't like we just lost all our chips two minutes ago."
"Yeah, well, I didn't think of it before now. And it sucks. So let's stop sucking, eh?"
"After you."
The plates of metal swung around with little more than a thought and locked into one big wall in front of Beatnik. The static leapt, in one big web of lightning, from her arm to the plates. She slammed down her heel and was off, blasting toward the Melodies with the wall of potentially lethal electricity leading the way.
As she tore toward the viruses, another chip came down — the Cannon. Beatnik called the packet forward into her hand. By this time, she had cleared a couple of the Melodies. With her tongue poking out between her teeth in the concentration required to skate and fire, Beatnik hurled the ball of plasma at one of the little maraca-shaking retards.
1. Charge Techno Waltz
*Gust: Dodge
2. First Lock: Techno Waltz @ MelodyA (90 ELEC damage)
3. Cannon @ MelodyB (40 NORMAL damage)
"What, Beatnik?" Toni said tiredly.
"It sucks bein' weak."
"Yes, Beatnik."
"I mean, no, seriously. It fuggin' sucks bein' weak."
The Navi wiggled her fingers. Electricity was already building up around her arm like little yellow worms of death. Miniature lightning bolts jumped from one part of her arm to another, and disappearing again almost as fast as they had revealed themselves.
"And this is the first time you're mentioning this? It isn't like we just lost all our chips two minutes ago."
"Yeah, well, I didn't think of it before now. And it sucks. So let's stop sucking, eh?"
"After you."
The plates of metal swung around with little more than a thought and locked into one big wall in front of Beatnik. The static leapt, in one big web of lightning, from her arm to the plates. She slammed down her heel and was off, blasting toward the Melodies with the wall of potentially lethal electricity leading the way.
As she tore toward the viruses, another chip came down — the Cannon. Beatnik called the packet forward into her hand. By this time, she had cleared a couple of the Melodies. With her tongue poking out between her teeth in the concentration required to skate and fire, Beatnik hurled the ball of plasma at one of the little maraca-shaking retards.
1. Charge Techno Waltz
*Gust: Dodge
2. First Lock: Techno Waltz @ MelodyA (90 ELEC damage)
3. Cannon @ MelodyB (40 NORMAL damage)
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Beatnik charges up her power and a Melody bounces toward her, but the wind is helpful today, helping the hovering nightmare out of the way. The erratic skater bursts away at high-speed once again, crashing into one Melody, turning around, and pumping a Cannon shot into the Melody who attacked her.
She then gets hit on the head by the last Melody. Ouch.
MelodyA: CHARGED
MelodyB: 40 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
CannondumbEXA: SMASHED
CannondumbEXB: CRASHED
Miner: BURNED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 85 HP
She then gets hit on the head by the last Melody. Ouch.
MelodyA: CHARGED
MelodyB: 40 HP
MelodyB: 80 HP
CannondumbEXA: SMASHED
CannondumbEXB: CRASHED
Miner: BURNED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 85 HP
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Beatnik, still riding the momentum of her last spurt backwards, snapped her fingers impatiently for the next chip. It was, as she had predicted, the Rageclaw — seeing as it was the last unused chip they had.
"Awright. You just hang tight, we're gonna be outta here in a sec, and then we can leave," Beatnik said as the magnetically-clawed gauntlet formed around her hand again. She was expecting some kind of casual too-cool-to-care quip from Antoinette, but none such came.
"Hey, Toni?"
Nothing.
Beatnik reversed her momentum and kicked off. She took an almost causal hack at the injured Melody. Her mind was on other things. "C'mon, did you leave?"
It appeared that she had. Beatnik growled something under her breath and spun to aim two rapid slashes at the other Melody. Yeah, Toni sure watched out for her.
1. Rageclaw @ MelodyA (40 NORMAL damage)
*Gust: Dodge
2. Rageclaw @ MelodyB (40 NORMAL damage)
3. Rageclaw @ MelodyB (40 NORMAL damage)
"Awright. You just hang tight, we're gonna be outta here in a sec, and then we can leave," Beatnik said as the magnetically-clawed gauntlet formed around her hand again. She was expecting some kind of casual too-cool-to-care quip from Antoinette, but none such came.
"Hey, Toni?"
Nothing.
Beatnik reversed her momentum and kicked off. She took an almost causal hack at the injured Melody. Her mind was on other things. "C'mon, did you leave?"
It appeared that she had. Beatnik growled something under her breath and spun to aim two rapid slashes at the other Melody. Yeah, Toni sure watched out for her.
1. Rageclaw @ MelodyA (40 NORMAL damage)
*Gust: Dodge
2. Rageclaw @ MelodyB (40 NORMAL damage)
3. Rageclaw @ MelodyB (40 NORMAL damage)
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Suffice to say, poetic unjustice was done to these two Melodies with an unhealthy serving of Beatnik's raging magnetic claws.
Some reward data fell onto the ground.
MelodyA: CHARGED
MelodyB: RAEG'D
MelodyB: CLAW'D
CannondumbEXA: SMASHED
CannondumbEXB: CRASHED
Miner: BURNED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 85 HP
-VICTORY-
Mine1, 500z
Some reward data fell onto the ground.
MelodyA: CHARGED
MelodyB: RAEG'D
MelodyB: CLAW'D
CannondumbEXA: SMASHED
CannondumbEXB: CRASHED
Miner: BURNED
Terrain: 100% Normal
Beatnik.exe: 85 HP
-VICTORY-
Mine1, 500z