Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
Broomdude: 50
Seraphim's attacks destroy the Metools three, and the only 'rewards' they drop are a few sickeningly black, pulsating masses of data that Seraphim is quite certain he doesn't want at all.
Broomdude awakens shortly after, looking up at Seraphim with tired, groggy eyes before speaking. "D-... dude...? What happened...?"
Wut?
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Seraphim grinned and offered a hand out to his ally.
"That's one ya owe me." He commented, presenting a wink and a thumbs up with the other hand as he looked about. There didn't seem to be any rewards, that was... strange...
((???))
"That's one ya owe me." He commented, presenting a wink and a thumbs up with the other hand as he looked about. There didn't seem to be any rewards, that was... strange...
((???))
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((What am I doing to Seraphim? Tying up a loose end whilst simultaneously giving you a battle 5 10!))
The odd, pulsating black masses of data suddenly skitter across the ground and onto Seraphim; he can feel them prying... pushing... trying to taint their way into his systems... the energies of his cure spell suddenly well up from somewhere deep inside of him, and the black, blobby masses screech out; an earsplitting, foreign tone that sounds entirely and completely wrong to Seraphim's ears, giving him a headache that feels almost like his ears rejecting the sound they're hearing. He opens his eyes that had instinctively shut once the screeching stops-- looking around, he finds his comrade, Broomdude...
...Shit.
Sundered polygons scarred his frame, his broom missing an entire chunk of it's handle... pixellated pieces of his face drifted upward from a slowly widening hole in his cheek, only to drop to the floor with an eerie silence... Broomdude's eyes closed as he let out some sort of deranged, unworldly moan, and when he opened them again...
His eyes were solid black.
|3|?\00|\/||)|_||)3: ???
Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
The odd, pulsating black masses of data suddenly skitter across the ground and onto Seraphim; he can feel them prying... pushing... trying to taint their way into his systems... the energies of his cure spell suddenly well up from somewhere deep inside of him, and the black, blobby masses screech out; an earsplitting, foreign tone that sounds entirely and completely wrong to Seraphim's ears, giving him a headache that feels almost like his ears rejecting the sound they're hearing. He opens his eyes that had instinctively shut once the screeching stops-- looking around, he finds his comrade, Broomdude...
...Shit.
Sundered polygons scarred his frame, his broom missing an entire chunk of it's handle... pixellated pieces of his face drifted upward from a slowly widening hole in his cheek, only to drop to the floor with an eerie silence... Broomdude's eyes closed as he let out some sort of deranged, unworldly moan, and when he opened them again...
His eyes were solid black.
|3|?\00|\/||)|_||)3: ???
Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: 60
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Seraphim jerked his hand back, staring at the grotesque being his friend had become. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. No, this couldn't be. How could his friend be transformed into this- monster? The glitches. It was all their fault. His eyes narrowed as his glare was filled with utter hate and sadness all at once. Tears grew in eyes nearly too bleary to see. Seraphim raised his gauntlet, presenting a fist to his friend and clenching it. The anger filled his veins with power as he roared out something intelligible, something like a mixture between an outcry of pain and horror as power flared in his hand. Red and white surged up his arm and a hollow phantom flared out behind him, part of what looked like a spiked, segmented, circle hovering in the back of him, as it flashed into an existence only Seraphim could see for a moment, or would have if he had been looking. The navi was clutching his head with both hands screaming, his eyes closed with pain.
"Agaaaaaaaaah!" He roared out, a cry torn loose from a throat that wasn't used to such screams, the navi left off with one hand, hitting the ground and pounding it as something in him struck forth for the release of power, as something around him seemed to be happening. The air around him swirled, quicker and quicker as Seraphim's eyes popped open-
They were Red.
"Seraphim?!?" Erin spoke, her own eyes widened in horror as she viewed her navi in such pain. She didn't know how it was happening, only that those glitches were the cause of it all. They were the only thing there, the things that seemed to be causing all her problems with her navi. Hell, her navi himself seemed to be glitched. She slowly raised a hand to her forehead. She couldn't think of any other way to make her navi more- normal... or even help him out, besides doing what she always did, submitting chips to make that attempt to help him. One at a time. Each after the other.
Seraphim stood up, his eyes tempered with every single emotion possible, and a lack of them all at the same time. His eyes lacked pupils or whites, instead being replaced by shades of red. The whites were now the darkest part, being near-black in their intensity of red, the iris being bloodred, while the pupil itself was simply white. And even that changed as the 'new' Seraphim flinched, and turned to the side for a moment, as in one eye, slow tinges of the original emerald appeared in the irises of his eyes. He threw his hands to his temples again as he writhed, seeming to fight for himself, fight for the right of his own body, in order to choose and not fall victim to his emotions. The navi spasmed and shut his eyes tightly, and when he finally managed to open them again- they were slightly bloodshot but normal.
His eyes rolled up into his head as he toppled sideways with one word on his lips.
"Lucifer-" As he collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way as he hit the ground with a sickening crack.
Seraphim was in no way a condition to fight. He was out cold, before the battle had even started. Even though he was out of it, his hand twitched up and slammed into the ground. The navi was forced up from the ground and another hand raised up- into a kneeling position. It looked as if he was a soldier aiming a bazooka, if a bazooka could be compared to aiming an arm which was blazing with energy. If holding a bazooka could be combined to easily controlling an arm wracked with paroxysms again and again, without cease. If firing a bazooka could be compared with jags of data emitting from one's wrist and bursting for the with hundreds upon hundreds of spiraling energy tendrils writhing at the foe, the target obviously infested with glitches, and the thing Seraphim had become was going to eliminate those. The channeled data formed into four primary streams, looping upon each other before making that attempt to latch on the enemy, to purify that virus within the system of a 'friend'.
1-2] Direct Regen (Cure Passive, heal 10) at Glitched Broomdude in an attempt to dissolve the damage done from the glitches. Add in an Arc Shot for good measure. (18+microburst+piercing)
Passive [20 HP defense, if attacked, Knockback.]
"Agaaaaaaaaah!" He roared out, a cry torn loose from a throat that wasn't used to such screams, the navi left off with one hand, hitting the ground and pounding it as something in him struck forth for the release of power, as something around him seemed to be happening. The air around him swirled, quicker and quicker as Seraphim's eyes popped open-
They were Red.
"Seraphim?!?" Erin spoke, her own eyes widened in horror as she viewed her navi in such pain. She didn't know how it was happening, only that those glitches were the cause of it all. They were the only thing there, the things that seemed to be causing all her problems with her navi. Hell, her navi himself seemed to be glitched. She slowly raised a hand to her forehead. She couldn't think of any other way to make her navi more- normal... or even help him out, besides doing what she always did, submitting chips to make that attempt to help him. One at a time. Each after the other.
Seraphim stood up, his eyes tempered with every single emotion possible, and a lack of them all at the same time. His eyes lacked pupils or whites, instead being replaced by shades of red. The whites were now the darkest part, being near-black in their intensity of red, the iris being bloodred, while the pupil itself was simply white. And even that changed as the 'new' Seraphim flinched, and turned to the side for a moment, as in one eye, slow tinges of the original emerald appeared in the irises of his eyes. He threw his hands to his temples again as he writhed, seeming to fight for himself, fight for the right of his own body, in order to choose and not fall victim to his emotions. The navi spasmed and shut his eyes tightly, and when he finally managed to open them again- they were slightly bloodshot but normal.
His eyes rolled up into his head as he toppled sideways with one word on his lips.
"Lucifer-" As he collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way as he hit the ground with a sickening crack.
Seraphim was in no way a condition to fight. He was out cold, before the battle had even started. Even though he was out of it, his hand twitched up and slammed into the ground. The navi was forced up from the ground and another hand raised up- into a kneeling position. It looked as if he was a soldier aiming a bazooka, if a bazooka could be compared to aiming an arm which was blazing with energy. If holding a bazooka could be combined to easily controlling an arm wracked with paroxysms again and again, without cease. If firing a bazooka could be compared with jags of data emitting from one's wrist and bursting for the with hundreds upon hundreds of spiraling energy tendrils writhing at the foe, the target obviously infested with glitches, and the thing Seraphim had become was going to eliminate those. The channeled data formed into four primary streams, looping upon each other before making that attempt to latch on the enemy, to purify that virus within the system of a 'friend'.
1-2] Direct Regen (Cure Passive, heal 10) at Glitched Broomdude in an attempt to dissolve the damage done from the glitches. Add in an Arc Shot for good measure. (18+microburst+piercing)
Passive [20 HP defense, if attacked, Knockback.]
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Broomdude: 800
Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: Disengaged
That same ear-splitting, earth-shaking cry loosed from Broomdude's throat as the glitches were jarred, almost completely, from him. But still they clung, like the most annoying of pests to various places on his body, black, bulbous swells of data that made Seraphim sick to his stomach. Seraphim got the vague feeling that what he just did was enough-- he could kill the bugs now without killing his ally.
His ally, on the other hand, had different ideas. Broomdude's broom snapped out of nowhere, impacting once, twice, three times on specific places in Seraphim's armor, shattering the unseen layer of defense that laid there.
A fourth hit, this one bound for Seraphim's head, lashed out-
-and was struck back by an invisible wave of force, pushing Seraphim's ally a vague distance away from him.
The battle was begun.
Battle 10
Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: Disengaged
That same ear-splitting, earth-shaking cry loosed from Broomdude's throat as the glitches were jarred, almost completely, from him. But still they clung, like the most annoying of pests to various places on his body, black, bulbous swells of data that made Seraphim sick to his stomach. Seraphim got the vague feeling that what he just did was enough-- he could kill the bugs now without killing his ally.
His ally, on the other hand, had different ideas. Broomdude's broom snapped out of nowhere, impacting once, twice, three times on specific places in Seraphim's armor, shattering the unseen layer of defense that laid there.
A fourth hit, this one bound for Seraphim's head, lashed out-
-and was struck back by an invisible wave of force, pushing Seraphim's ally a vague distance away from him.
The battle was begun.
Battle 10
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Seraphim's armor began to evaporate as he opened his eyes and stood up from the prone position that he had been knocked back to, but as he focused on his ally, he saw what the darkness, the glitches had done to his former ally, to his friend. The navi didn't notice the runes bursting into pieces and fading away, he didn't notice that his gauntlets faded away as he threw out an empty hand, he didn't notice the metal on his boots fading away, he didn't notice the boots themselves forming into sandals. He didn't notice the 'upgraded' blade and how heavy it was in his hand. He was just rushing at his foe in the only way he knew how to handle his enemy. He didn't care that he might die, as the coattails of his suit slowly faded in length, no longer sweeping dramatically around his feet. But he didn't care.
A friend was in danger.
He had to help.
He had to be a Hero.
The navi yelled out, not in pain, not in anger, but with a slight tinge of sadness as he brought the weapon up and smashed it against something he couldn't see all that well. Something seemingly as metaphorical as it was literal. That barrier that prevented him from protecting his friends, he had to break it, he would defeat anything that stood in his way, that prevented him from his followers. These glitches? They were nothing.
"Hold on, Broom-Dude!" Seraphim exclaimed, bringing the weapon across and diagonally across with a gigantic swipe which left him lilting to the side as he struggled to balance himself. His upgrades fled, the majority of his skills gone, the navi could only attack.
"Seraphim, I'm setting you up with- the Elec Reel spell, as well as three Mag Bolts and two Mark Ka Nons. Lance those boils with the fire of your soul!" She exclaimed, mentally berating herself for the words she had said, but she was inspired by her navi's behavior, that gleam in his eye, that reckless way of attacking, even though his armor was gone, his upgrades had perished, he labored for the sake of others, never for himself. She would do the same for him as best she could.
Would he fail? Would he succeed?
Worries about those foolish sorts could wait until later. He was one to defy fate rather than to have it stalk him. The world would keep spinning, his blades would keep clashing, his bullets would keep piercing, and he was still the paragon of justice, the main character of his own little story.
He would win.
He would save his friend.
He would-
The blade crashed against something, and the navi freverently hoped it was black and glitchy as he sent a surge of electricity through the blade, then leapt back, bringing the blade back for a second and then shoving it forward, a blaze of electric fire leaping out at each separate pustule of corruption as Seraphim glared at each of those bits of damaged data, the electric fire on the weapon blazing to life once again, and he shoved it outward, concentrating. It may have been heavier, but he was able to lift it well enough.
"I won't give into it, and neither should you!" The electricity shrank into the blade, bringing forth magnetic bursts that drew one thing to it so it could simply incinerate it-
Those corrupt bags that protruded from his friend's body.
He concentrated harder and the weapon burst out into the fire at the last possible second, threatening to consume both himself and the foe, but he couldn't tell quite what was happening, so as a true fool and idiot would do- Seraphim leapt straight into the fray, letting the oversized sword form into a rifle-sword, a gun-mesh-blade, pulling the hammer back and lining it up before letting the targeter do the work for him.
"Come back, Broom-Dude!" Seraphim yelled, firing forth two shots into the heart of that darkness, making that attempt to pierce straight through his problems, to defeat everything with the solution of brute force. Whether it worked or not was left up to the gods, but he would just pile it on until it did work. He wouldn't be dissuaded from saving his factionmate! Nothing could do that!
1] Magbolt [90 Elec-stun][Corruption]
2] Elecreel [100 elec -to group][To all corruption]
3-4] Magbolt [90*2=180 Elec-stun*2][Draw corruption close and make attempt to incinerate]
5] Markcannon+Target [70] [Into the heart of the dark corruption! ]
6] Markcannon [70] [And another right after it.
Passive:
20HP Defense, Knockback if attacked.
Charged Regen, 30 HP to self healed.
A friend was in danger.
He had to help.
He had to be a Hero.
The navi yelled out, not in pain, not in anger, but with a slight tinge of sadness as he brought the weapon up and smashed it against something he couldn't see all that well. Something seemingly as metaphorical as it was literal. That barrier that prevented him from protecting his friends, he had to break it, he would defeat anything that stood in his way, that prevented him from his followers. These glitches? They were nothing.
"Hold on, Broom-Dude!" Seraphim exclaimed, bringing the weapon across and diagonally across with a gigantic swipe which left him lilting to the side as he struggled to balance himself. His upgrades fled, the majority of his skills gone, the navi could only attack.
"Seraphim, I'm setting you up with- the Elec Reel spell, as well as three Mag Bolts and two Mark Ka Nons. Lance those boils with the fire of your soul!" She exclaimed, mentally berating herself for the words she had said, but she was inspired by her navi's behavior, that gleam in his eye, that reckless way of attacking, even though his armor was gone, his upgrades had perished, he labored for the sake of others, never for himself. She would do the same for him as best she could.
Would he fail? Would he succeed?
Worries about those foolish sorts could wait until later. He was one to defy fate rather than to have it stalk him. The world would keep spinning, his blades would keep clashing, his bullets would keep piercing, and he was still the paragon of justice, the main character of his own little story.
He would win.
He would save his friend.
He would-
The blade crashed against something, and the navi freverently hoped it was black and glitchy as he sent a surge of electricity through the blade, then leapt back, bringing the blade back for a second and then shoving it forward, a blaze of electric fire leaping out at each separate pustule of corruption as Seraphim glared at each of those bits of damaged data, the electric fire on the weapon blazing to life once again, and he shoved it outward, concentrating. It may have been heavier, but he was able to lift it well enough.
"I won't give into it, and neither should you!" The electricity shrank into the blade, bringing forth magnetic bursts that drew one thing to it so it could simply incinerate it-
Those corrupt bags that protruded from his friend's body.
He concentrated harder and the weapon burst out into the fire at the last possible second, threatening to consume both himself and the foe, but he couldn't tell quite what was happening, so as a true fool and idiot would do- Seraphim leapt straight into the fray, letting the oversized sword form into a rifle-sword, a gun-mesh-blade, pulling the hammer back and lining it up before letting the targeter do the work for him.
"Come back, Broom-Dude!" Seraphim yelled, firing forth two shots into the heart of that darkness, making that attempt to pierce straight through his problems, to defeat everything with the solution of brute force. Whether it worked or not was left up to the gods, but he would just pile it on until it did work. He wouldn't be dissuaded from saving his factionmate! Nothing could do that!
1] Magbolt [90 Elec-stun][Corruption]
2] Elecreel [100 elec -to group][To all corruption]
3-4] Magbolt [90*2=180 Elec-stun*2][Draw corruption close and make attempt to incinerate]
5] Markcannon+Target [70] [Into the heart of the dark corruption! ]
6] Markcannon [70] [And another right after it.
Passive:
20HP Defense, Knockback if attacked.
Charged Regen, 30 HP to self healed.
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Broomdude: 290
Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: Disengaged
Seraphim blasts the Corrupt portions of Broomdude with everything he has, and that appears to be enough; The black blobs detach themselves and silently skitter away, looking for new prey to consume...
...Seraphim better go after them.
Broomdude, meanwhile, slumps to the ground, unharmed (Mostly) if with a bit of a F***ed up HP total.
VICTORY!
Rewards: Nothing!
Seraphim.exe: 140
Seraphim's S.U.: Disengaged
Seraphim blasts the Corrupt portions of Broomdude with everything he has, and that appears to be enough; The black blobs detach themselves and silently skitter away, looking for new prey to consume...
...Seraphim better go after them.
Broomdude, meanwhile, slumps to the ground, unharmed (Mostly) if with a bit of a F***ed up HP total.
VICTORY!
Rewards: Nothing!
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Seraphim spun. To go after those enemies or to tend to an ally? Seraphim decided, and walked over to Broomdude, sitting down next to him and attempting to place his healing power into him betterly.
(Battle 11)
(Battle 11)
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Seraphim is come upon by... more black, blob-covered viruses!
...Either those corrupt, black blobs just grabbed some random crap from nearby to attack with, or these are different ones... hrm.
!$(%@&# (Boomer): #*^
%?['; (Champu): !&3
7~$<* (Kabutank): >%*
Broomdude: 2%7
Seraphim: 140
Broomdude, meanwhile, rises up from the ground, disoriented. "Uhhh... w-what happened, d-dude...?"
...Either those corrupt, black blobs just grabbed some random crap from nearby to attack with, or these are different ones... hrm.
!$(%@&# (Boomer): #*^
%?['; (Champu): !&3
7~$<* (Kabutank): >%*
Broomdude: 2%7
Seraphim: 140
Broomdude, meanwhile, rises up from the ground, disoriented. "Uhhh... w-what happened, d-dude...?"
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Seraphim clenched his fist, looking at his foe and grimacing. His armor had most obviously been stolen by these creeps. Now, he had to get it back, and wouldn't stop at anything to retrieve it. These... things wanted a fight, they'd get it. He stood up, walking around his ally, stepping around him and in front of it, and began pulling out his- The giant blade wouldn't come. It stayed locked in its etherspace, where he was unable to even touch it. It was no longer in his inventory. Could it be that he'd been reverted to his base format? Seraphim looked at the monsters and grimaced. There was no other way out of this. He drew his sword-mesh-gun with relative ease, flipping it over in his now more lightly armored gauntlet, pulling out- He didn't have access to anything except base level spells, either!
...
"I won't give up that easily!" Seraphim yelled out, drawing power into his weapon from his entire body, placing his soul into his weapon, focusing its energy to encompass it- and
—
"Bang!" He shouted, a stupid statement under most circumstances, but it helped him focus when the weapon fired in an oxymoronic soundless roar, bursting from its barrel with a swirl of blue. The navi watched the burst fire with his hopes, and flipped open the barrel, preparing to fire multiple shots straight after it, he loaded the weapon quickly and frantically.
"Seraphim-, I'll get spells to you as- soon as I can figure out..." Erin jammed in another chip, her methods were reduced to brute force, because that, basically all she knew how to do. The machine she was ready to start cursing at ejected the ElecReel with an [ERROR] symbol flashing as an obvious warning. She bit her thumb, wishing that nerd was here to help. At least he would be able to fix her PET in short order.
"Nnnngh! Why! Won't! This! Work!" She exclaimed, slamming the PET down on the bed, which didn't make quite the resounding impact she was looking for, so she picked it up and slammed it on the dresser next to her, making a crack that could be heard throughout the room. Satisfied for the moment, she lay back, pushing her lower lip outward and began to think about ways she could possibly fix her stupid navi. None really occurred to her, but it never hurt to think.
-
Seraphim laughed at his NPC ally's antics, raising an eyebrow as he tried to discern the best place to fire. The headshot would make the announcer yell, but he'd have to go for a more hittable-part of a body instead. The chest would work, normally, but... Usually, that was heavily armored to prevent that, but- Hm... Should he try for the head? The body? The- Whatever, in the case where they didn't have either, which seemed rather- ridiculous, but he'd have to attack these enemies anyway.
He just pulled the weapon up and shot, not caring to aim, just firing where instinct told him to aim, instead of trying to think about it, he just up and shot, stupid, probably, but his weapon didn't care, he didn't care, and these 'things' who had stolen his armor would. He'd give them a fight, all right, he'd give them the fight of their lives. He would end them as many times as it took!
"Bring it on, monsters!" He yelled, weapon blazing. He threw a thumbs up to his ally.
"We'll take these things on and defeat them- Easy!" He exclaimed, grinning. He didn't have the best of weapons, he didn't have the best of spells, he didn't have the best of anything, really, but he would defeat them all the same, he'd defeat them with the help of his ally, Broom-dude, and his force behind it as well! The navi's grin widened, sure they'd be able to win in short order.
1] Arc Shot (18+Piercing+Microburst) [Kabutank]
2] Buster (18) [Boomer]
3-5] Charge Shot (96) [Target added] [Champu]
6] Buster (18) [Kabutank]
...
"I won't give up that easily!" Seraphim yelled out, drawing power into his weapon from his entire body, placing his soul into his weapon, focusing its energy to encompass it- and
—
"Bang!" He shouted, a stupid statement under most circumstances, but it helped him focus when the weapon fired in an oxymoronic soundless roar, bursting from its barrel with a swirl of blue. The navi watched the burst fire with his hopes, and flipped open the barrel, preparing to fire multiple shots straight after it, he loaded the weapon quickly and frantically.
"Seraphim-, I'll get spells to you as- soon as I can figure out..." Erin jammed in another chip, her methods were reduced to brute force, because that, basically all she knew how to do. The machine she was ready to start cursing at ejected the ElecReel with an [ERROR] symbol flashing as an obvious warning. She bit her thumb, wishing that nerd was here to help. At least he would be able to fix her PET in short order.
"Nnnngh! Why! Won't! This! Work!" She exclaimed, slamming the PET down on the bed, which didn't make quite the resounding impact she was looking for, so she picked it up and slammed it on the dresser next to her, making a crack that could be heard throughout the room. Satisfied for the moment, she lay back, pushing her lower lip outward and began to think about ways she could possibly fix her stupid navi. None really occurred to her, but it never hurt to think.
-
Seraphim laughed at his NPC ally's antics, raising an eyebrow as he tried to discern the best place to fire. The headshot would make the announcer yell, but he'd have to go for a more hittable-part of a body instead. The chest would work, normally, but... Usually, that was heavily armored to prevent that, but- Hm... Should he try for the head? The body? The- Whatever, in the case where they didn't have either, which seemed rather- ridiculous, but he'd have to attack these enemies anyway.
He just pulled the weapon up and shot, not caring to aim, just firing where instinct told him to aim, instead of trying to think about it, he just up and shot, stupid, probably, but his weapon didn't care, he didn't care, and these 'things' who had stolen his armor would. He'd give them a fight, all right, he'd give them the fight of their lives. He would end them as many times as it took!
"Bring it on, monsters!" He yelled, weapon blazing. He threw a thumbs up to his ally.
"We'll take these things on and defeat them- Easy!" He exclaimed, grinning. He didn't have the best of weapons, he didn't have the best of spells, he didn't have the best of anything, really, but he would defeat them all the same, he'd defeat them with the help of his ally, Broom-dude, and his force behind it as well! The navi's grin widened, sure they'd be able to win in short order.
1] Arc Shot (18+Piercing+Microburst) [Kabutank]
2] Buster (18) [Boomer]
3-5] Charge Shot (96) [Target added] [Champu]
6] Buster (18) [Kabutank]
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!$(%@&# (Boomer): BROOMED
%?['; (Champu): Deleted!
7~$<* (Kabutank): >%*
Broomdude: 7
Seraphim: 140
Seraphim's attacks all impact the enemies-- but only the Champu is deleted, the black, blobby mass detaching itself from the thing at the last moment, scurrying out of sight.
Broomdude snaps to his senses a moment later, getting up quickly and summoning...
...
...A broom. Well what did you expect, he's named 'Broomdude', after all. Broomdude then shrugs and throws the broom at the boomer, managing to make contact and delete it outright, blobby mass and all.
...And then his HP zips waaay down, causing him to collapse. So much for that helpful skill...
%?['; (Champu): Deleted!
7~$<* (Kabutank): >%*
Broomdude: 7
Seraphim: 140
Seraphim's attacks all impact the enemies-- but only the Champu is deleted, the black, blobby mass detaching itself from the thing at the last moment, scurrying out of sight.
Broomdude snaps to his senses a moment later, getting up quickly and summoning...
...
...A broom. Well what did you expect, he's named 'Broomdude', after all. Broomdude then shrugs and throws the broom at the boomer, managing to make contact and delete it outright, blobby mass and all.
...And then his HP zips waaay down, causing him to collapse. So much for that helpful skill...
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"Seraphim, I've finally managed to break the lock on your spells!" Erin exclaimed, as she slid in chip after- oh, great, it was only taking ranged chips, and extremely low level ones at that. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid stupid! She hit her fist against the bed again and again as hard as she could, not wanting to break her hand on the dresser, she looked at her chips once more. What could she do? She forced herself to calm down and clam up about herself, picking up the PET and staring at it closely. Well- It looked like it was slowly clearing up. The chips available seemed to be rising slowly in their possible level input. If she could just keep putting in chips... maybe she'd find one that worked, and another one, and maybe it would account for all the chips, eventually. So, she sighed and began to insert the chips, one after another, again and again.
The navi himself grinned as one of his spells became available, and flipped the barrel open and plinked one, two, three of his attacks in there, closing the barrel with a snap as he raised the weapon. He pulled back the hammer, closing his eyes. On second thought- He just closed one eye, opening the other as he tried to focus. He drew the weapon up to a better firing position- and- he coughed, simply flipping the weapon to the side. The dramatically stupid path. Of course. The navi could never do things the smart way, Erin groaned in the background at her navi, whilst his taunts at the enemy seemed to deter her slightly, and his actual attacks, silenced her altogether, watching both with incredulous horror as well as a sense of admiring hatred- jealously that she couldn't do it these things. She wanted to stand in the place of her navi. Shaking her head, she continued to slot chips in, refusing to believe she wanted to cry.
The not-so-Seraphic navi's face was covered in an unreadable expression, as he stared at his opponent. His instincts directed him to a want of blasting the foe with a purging rite, or something to cure them of this controlling menace, but he didn't quite know what he could do. His curing from who knows where was disabled, he was- useless against them. All he could do was defeat the forms they latched on to. All he could do was fire more and more force at them, until they perished or he did. He needed something to destroy them- But right now, he had to fight with the final one.
He clicked back the hammer slowly, watching his partner drop as if in slow motion, wanting to yell out- but he silenced himself, his eyes groing slightly moist as he blasted forth. They would not escape justice!
-
"Seraphim, you're an idealistic idiot." The girl sighed as she raised another chip, fairly set to give up- but something wanted to make her try anyway. Was it her navi? Her own stupid idealism? Or just a determination to keep going? She shrugged and slapped the chip in, waiting for the "ERROR" symbol that never emerged. It had accepted it. She didn't know whether to laugh or to throw her pet across the room and settled for setting her pet down and chuckling softly.
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"Thanks for the spells!" The navi cried out, turning toward the opposition and blasting away with his weapon, flipping back the hammer each time he did so, ending the bursts of light with one more large burst, ordinary but deadly, a seeming combination of the twin spells.
"Double Attack: Ka non Shot!" He yelled out, blasting and watching the recoil send the weapon sailing out of his control, to thud into the ground far behind him. Was it enough? Would it kill it? Would it even take out the bugs that seemingly infested each and every one of the monsters he'd encountered so far? If only one, that would be great. One step, one step at a time.
1-3] Charged Shot [96]
4-5] Shotgun+Cannon [50(splash)[target]+40]
6] Prepped dodge
The navi himself grinned as one of his spells became available, and flipped the barrel open and plinked one, two, three of his attacks in there, closing the barrel with a snap as he raised the weapon. He pulled back the hammer, closing his eyes. On second thought- He just closed one eye, opening the other as he tried to focus. He drew the weapon up to a better firing position- and- he coughed, simply flipping the weapon to the side. The dramatically stupid path. Of course. The navi could never do things the smart way, Erin groaned in the background at her navi, whilst his taunts at the enemy seemed to deter her slightly, and his actual attacks, silenced her altogether, watching both with incredulous horror as well as a sense of admiring hatred- jealously that she couldn't do it these things. She wanted to stand in the place of her navi. Shaking her head, she continued to slot chips in, refusing to believe she wanted to cry.
The not-so-Seraphic navi's face was covered in an unreadable expression, as he stared at his opponent. His instincts directed him to a want of blasting the foe with a purging rite, or something to cure them of this controlling menace, but he didn't quite know what he could do. His curing from who knows where was disabled, he was- useless against them. All he could do was defeat the forms they latched on to. All he could do was fire more and more force at them, until they perished or he did. He needed something to destroy them- But right now, he had to fight with the final one.
He clicked back the hammer slowly, watching his partner drop as if in slow motion, wanting to yell out- but he silenced himself, his eyes groing slightly moist as he blasted forth. They would not escape justice!
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"Seraphim, you're an idealistic idiot." The girl sighed as she raised another chip, fairly set to give up- but something wanted to make her try anyway. Was it her navi? Her own stupid idealism? Or just a determination to keep going? She shrugged and slapped the chip in, waiting for the "ERROR" symbol that never emerged. It had accepted it. She didn't know whether to laugh or to throw her pet across the room and settled for setting her pet down and chuckling softly.
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"Thanks for the spells!" The navi cried out, turning toward the opposition and blasting away with his weapon, flipping back the hammer each time he did so, ending the bursts of light with one more large burst, ordinary but deadly, a seeming combination of the twin spells.
"Double Attack: Ka non Shot!" He yelled out, blasting and watching the recoil send the weapon sailing out of his control, to thud into the ground far behind him. Was it enough? Would it kill it? Would it even take out the bugs that seemingly infested each and every one of the monsters he'd encountered so far? If only one, that would be great. One step, one step at a time.
1-3] Charged Shot [96]
4-5] Shotgun+Cannon [50(splash)[target]+40]
6] Prepped dodge
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!$(%@&# (Boomer): BROOMED
%?['; (Champu): Deleted!
7~$<* (Kabutank): Deleted!
Broomdude: 471
Seraphim: 140
Broomdude gets up suddenly, muddering cries of 'I'm alright...'
Meanwhile, Seraphim's attacks kill the bugged Kabutank-- the black blobs get away this time, however.
VICTORY!
Rewards: Nothing!
%?['; (Champu): Deleted!
7~$<* (Kabutank): Deleted!
Broomdude: 471
Seraphim: 140
Broomdude gets up suddenly, muddering cries of 'I'm alright...'
Meanwhile, Seraphim's attacks kill the bugged Kabutank-- the black blobs get away this time, however.
VICTORY!
Rewards: Nothing!
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Seraphim grimaced, and nodded at his companion. These things wouldn't leave him alone...
(Battle 12)
(Battle 12)
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Seraphim encounters... nothing.
"Um..." Broomdude spoke up, looking at Seraphim, "I think we need to go after them..."
"Um..." Broomdude spoke up, looking at Seraphim, "I think we need to go after them..."
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Seraphim nodded tersely, sighing and closing his eyes for a moment. He knew his duty as a hero. He would have to go on. He began walking slowly forward, moving with some unheard beat.
"I guess they made it a random encounter trigger, then. Lame."
"I guess they made it a random encounter trigger, then. Lame."
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Seraphim encounters--
...A Metool.
A seemingly normal Metool.
...How the hell did this thing survive here without getting glitched to hell?
Metool: 40
Broomdude: 47
Seraphim: 140
...A Metool.
A seemingly normal Metool.
...How the hell did this thing survive here without getting glitched to hell?
Metool: 40
Broomdude: 47
Seraphim: 140
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Seraphim looked at the foe that lay before him. It was a metool monster type. Normal. At least it seemed that way. Seraphim had not become the hero he was not knowing his enemies, though, so- it was obviously a trap. It was either... a potential ally, something corrupted beyond belief, or a harmless monster. Seemingly harmless monster. Which would suddenly erupt in a surge of power and destroy the enemy utterly at one point at a crucial plot twist and save the hero from imminent death. Perhaps this was the twist opened by saving his ally, the Broom Navi. Seraphim thought upon this. It seemed quite logical. But no, saving his ally would most likely open up a later sidequest that resulted in him getting some penultimate item, only inferior to the Ultimate Weapon, whose status would only be acquirable by attacking and defeating its wielder, who didn't wield the Ultimate Weapon for nothing, and would probably be harder than the actual final boss.
Seraphim delved deeper into this topic. As an ally, it would immediately lose all its one hit killing powers once it had joined his party, and would become a mascot character, which would make his ally the Broom-wielding navi a fluttering side character, likely to die in the next couple plot lines or so, or possibly very swiftly in the event that the main plotline took effect and began railroading him once he began to complete the sidequests. Grinding wouldn't help to save him, it would probably be a plot-based death to motivate him into action. chewing on his glove, or more accurately, part of his gauntlet, he sweated the decision out. He, as a hero, could not take this ultimate power. He had to save his companion, and thus could not let the metool become a part of his party. He could go stand on the line of party member and simple npc ally, though. Yes, that was it! It could become his temporary ally!
Having found a solution, Seraphim walked to the metool and made kneeled down to its level, making an attempt to pat it on the head, clearly anxious about his decision as he uttered two words he hoped he wouldn't regret.
"...Good Metool?" He said, making a tentative grin as he continued to make his foolhardy action, repeating it as he tried to figure out what to do next. He couldn't make the choice to invite the metool into his party if he wanted to protect broomdude, so he'd have to- he assessed his options once more.
A] Kill it and hope it doesn't completely destroy and explode all hope of saving the world.
B] Try to ally it and hope Broomdude doesn't die.
C] Keep it on the same line of ally and cry when it completely annihalates the end boss as a result of plot convolution.
Seraphim stared for a moment into the distance and selected the third option sadly, even though it would probably end him. He was a Fool for doing this, of course. He sighed once more, then tried to convince himself and the metool, but not enough to make it join them with a grand speech about the glories of heroism and courage.
"You see," Seraphim lamely started out, "Well, uh- Heroics aaaare... the result of actions resulting from courage and friendship." The navi paused, unsure how to continue in his convincing, and fell back on his behind, ceasing in his attempts to pat the metool on its helmet. He crossed his arms over his knees, thinking on the matter. What was it really, to be a hero? All that was coagulated in the essence of a hero- That was what he would have to describe.
"The heroics of someone who is strong. Someone who is strong, not only strong, but just. Just and willing to do great things, the impossible, for what they love. For what they hold dear, and nothing is impossible for a true hero. The true hero breaks through all things that would hold him back from his goal, striving that future in his vision. He moves on his own power and is given more by his friends, his allies, his party." Seraphim clenched a gauntleted fist and continued on this train of thought, making up his speech as he went. "Not only that, the villain seeks to delay the hero, the difference- is that the bad guy uses bad methods. Like kidnapping one of the hero's friends, or trying to kill one of his allies, instead of going after the hero directly. They do things like trying to make the hero lose all hope, take over the world. The hero is destined to stop the villain because the hero's actions are- good. And the bad guy's actions are bad. So- that's why good will win over bad." Seraphim finished his speech with a slightly sad smile, tilting his head and looking at the Metool.
"Seraphim, that's the deepest thing you've ever said, and it uses so much circular reasoning, it kinda makes me sad. It was dramatic, though, I'll give you that much." Fortunately, Seraphim was caught up in the act of standing up and missed Erin's words as he brushed his leggings off. He nodded to the metool. He'd never thought much about heroics and good before. He supposed he'd simply been going about his business being a hero. He nodded. It was better for him to think about that sorta stuff. That way he could have deep thoughts and maybe accomplish a badass hero point of view. He grinned at the metool, and politely thanked it before waiting for its response.
Wait... could it even speak?
1-6] Talk with the danged thing. Try to make it a nice ally-thingie.
Seraphim delved deeper into this topic. As an ally, it would immediately lose all its one hit killing powers once it had joined his party, and would become a mascot character, which would make his ally the Broom-wielding navi a fluttering side character, likely to die in the next couple plot lines or so, or possibly very swiftly in the event that the main plotline took effect and began railroading him once he began to complete the sidequests. Grinding wouldn't help to save him, it would probably be a plot-based death to motivate him into action. chewing on his glove, or more accurately, part of his gauntlet, he sweated the decision out. He, as a hero, could not take this ultimate power. He had to save his companion, and thus could not let the metool become a part of his party. He could go stand on the line of party member and simple npc ally, though. Yes, that was it! It could become his temporary ally!
Having found a solution, Seraphim walked to the metool and made kneeled down to its level, making an attempt to pat it on the head, clearly anxious about his decision as he uttered two words he hoped he wouldn't regret.
"...Good Metool?" He said, making a tentative grin as he continued to make his foolhardy action, repeating it as he tried to figure out what to do next. He couldn't make the choice to invite the metool into his party if he wanted to protect broomdude, so he'd have to- he assessed his options once more.
A] Kill it and hope it doesn't completely destroy and explode all hope of saving the world.
B] Try to ally it and hope Broomdude doesn't die.
C] Keep it on the same line of ally and cry when it completely annihalates the end boss as a result of plot convolution.
Seraphim stared for a moment into the distance and selected the third option sadly, even though it would probably end him. He was a Fool for doing this, of course. He sighed once more, then tried to convince himself and the metool, but not enough to make it join them with a grand speech about the glories of heroism and courage.
"You see," Seraphim lamely started out, "Well, uh- Heroics aaaare... the result of actions resulting from courage and friendship." The navi paused, unsure how to continue in his convincing, and fell back on his behind, ceasing in his attempts to pat the metool on its helmet. He crossed his arms over his knees, thinking on the matter. What was it really, to be a hero? All that was coagulated in the essence of a hero- That was what he would have to describe.
"The heroics of someone who is strong. Someone who is strong, not only strong, but just. Just and willing to do great things, the impossible, for what they love. For what they hold dear, and nothing is impossible for a true hero. The true hero breaks through all things that would hold him back from his goal, striving that future in his vision. He moves on his own power and is given more by his friends, his allies, his party." Seraphim clenched a gauntleted fist and continued on this train of thought, making up his speech as he went. "Not only that, the villain seeks to delay the hero, the difference- is that the bad guy uses bad methods. Like kidnapping one of the hero's friends, or trying to kill one of his allies, instead of going after the hero directly. They do things like trying to make the hero lose all hope, take over the world. The hero is destined to stop the villain because the hero's actions are- good. And the bad guy's actions are bad. So- that's why good will win over bad." Seraphim finished his speech with a slightly sad smile, tilting his head and looking at the Metool.
"Seraphim, that's the deepest thing you've ever said, and it uses so much circular reasoning, it kinda makes me sad. It was dramatic, though, I'll give you that much." Fortunately, Seraphim was caught up in the act of standing up and missed Erin's words as he brushed his leggings off. He nodded to the metool. He'd never thought much about heroics and good before. He supposed he'd simply been going about his business being a hero. He nodded. It was better for him to think about that sorta stuff. That way he could have deep thoughts and maybe accomplish a badass hero point of view. He grinned at the metool, and politely thanked it before waiting for its response.
Wait... could it even speak?
1-6] Talk with the danged thing. Try to make it a nice ally-thingie.
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This navi... could he know my secret identity?! The Metool looked around warily, then closed it's eyes in thought. Well, I suppose I'll join him... I was going to look around this area for clues anyway.
The Metool meeped a few times, cheerfully, then waddled it's way over to Seraphim's side. It gave a sort of 'meep-meep' and slammed it's pickaxe into the ground a few times, indicating some sort of readiness.
...Apparently, recruiting random mets can work sometimes.
Broomdude, meanwhile, sniffled, teary-eyed. "That was the best speech ever, dude! I'll follow you to the ends of the earth!" he choked, smiling even as he cried.
Seraphim needs to cut down on the recruiting. SRSLY. Otherwise he'll have a full party soon, and thus might miss some secret, super-awesome NPC recruitment opportunity.
Broomdude: 7
Metool: 40
Seraphim: 140
The Metool meeped a few times, cheerfully, then waddled it's way over to Seraphim's side. It gave a sort of 'meep-meep' and slammed it's pickaxe into the ground a few times, indicating some sort of readiness.
...Apparently, recruiting random mets can work sometimes.
Broomdude, meanwhile, sniffled, teary-eyed. "That was the best speech ever, dude! I'll follow you to the ends of the earth!" he choked, smiling even as he cried.
Seraphim needs to cut down on the recruiting. SRSLY. Otherwise he'll have a full party soon, and thus might miss some secret, super-awesome NPC recruitment opportunity.
Broomdude: 7
Metool: 40
Seraphim: 140
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Seraphim nodded, and raised a fist, yelling something about the power of friendship and courage, and continued on, not noticing two things happening, completely oblivious to their occurrence as he continued on, waiting for the trundling metool and the weeping broom-wielder.
The things that happened were a simple slight, faint sparkle appearing at the top of Seraphim's strange giant clump of hair sticking up and disappearing all too soon- and a slight bit of grey dust gathering around Seraphim's feet and beginning to follow him.
(Battle 13!)
The things that happened were a simple slight, faint sparkle appearing at the top of Seraphim's strange giant clump of hair sticking up and disappearing all too soon- and a slight bit of grey dust gathering around Seraphim's feet and beginning to follow him.
(Battle 13!)