"Hmmm........ This terrain looks quite luxurious don't you think guys?" the wacko navi exclaimed as he surveyed the area. Polonius remarked as the white haired navi watches "Cracked panels ... those are going to require tricky maneuvering .... Maybe, if we can throw the viruses to those cracks that should destroy them! DNR if you may p-p-p-please, tell them the plan!"
"Got it Xena!" DNR replied as he turned to Raidene and Cheshire. "Here's the plan, You! Mister all powerful sky lord!" He pointed to the brown-headed God, giggling as he relayed the details. "You handle the Smashy Washy viruses' asssss... You..." He walked to the female cat navi and quickly scratched her ear. "Take care of the Furry Sheep thingies. If possible, try to throw them towards the cracks. With enough force, that should break the floor and kill them outright. Thank you for hearing this message from the PSODLF: the Polly Save Our Damn Lives Foundation. We will bill you for the call~" The electric navi bows as he turns towards the viruses and prepares to battle.
Nodding as he sees the navi rush off with bridled happiness, the med student quickly nods as he sets up the battle plan. "Shotgun Chip, Ringlog1, Thunder1, Vaccinate" He said as the familiar gun morphs around his right arm. He aims towards the weird raccoon-like virus as he says "Cooper! You can't hide forever from justice!" before firing, hoping that this plan works.
Actions
1. Shotgun to Bandicoon A and B (50)
2. Ringlog to Bandicoon C and Trumpy ( 50)
3. Thunder 1 to Trumpy (40 + 5 elec damage)
A cat, a doctor, and a god
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DNR steps forward on what appears to be a normal panel-- and is suddenly whisked away!
Looks like Cheshire and Raiden are on their own...
Looks like Cheshire and Raiden are on their own...
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In two long strides, Raiden was immediately out in front of the group as the new pack of viruses materialized before the three adventurers. Anti surveyed the vast convoy of viruses silently, chose a chip from her case, and jammed it into the port on her PET.
"You want to try being less of a jerk?"
Raiden shrugged at the chip data filtered its way down to his systems. His programming ran a quick analysis, determining it to be a Bubbler. He raised one hand to point and opened his mouth to start giving attack orders to Cheshire and DNR, but the medical Navi beat him right to the punch. Having assigned the Smashers to Raiden, the doctor immediately set off on his own plan of assault, horking chip data this way and that without any kind of direction from the others.
A look of annoyance flashed across Raiden's face, but that was quickly pushed aside as he realized what DNR had said. "'All-powerful sky lord'," he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Anti, I think that you had better start calling me that."
"Dry up."
Clear water filled Raiden's cupped hand. When he threw it towards the first of the Smashers that he had been assigned, it held itself together in one large blue-white sphere that skipped along the ground at high speed. A tiny puddle fell away from the main body of water each time it touched the panels. The tiny pools shivered, as if experiencing a sudden tremor that the Navis and viruses did not. The water slowly rose into the air in wet, detached spires, quickly solidifying into three long spikes. The all-powerful sky lord barely paid any attention as the watery stakes revolved in the air to point at three separate Smashers. He waved his hand absently, and the lengthy needles sped off in pursuit of the viruses.
That done, Raiden spun on his heel with a grin, prepared to let loose a scathing one-liner, but DNR was gone.
Cowed, his head snapped back in forth. The medical Navi was nowhere to be found. It was as if the ground had just swallowed him up. If he had been deleted while Raiden's back was turned, there at least would have been a perishing cry, or some junk data left over from the destruction still settling on the ground. However, there was nothing to signify that DNR had been eliminated.
"Disappeared," Anti informed him dully. "Ditched you guys. I can understand why."
"At least I've got friends," Raiden shot back. He stomped one foot down on the ground; the force of the impact knocked two long, jagged pieces of panel up into the air. A thin film of white light flashed across the surface of the broken shards as they spun airborne. The all-powerful sky lord extened his hand toward the set of Smashers and snapped his fingers. Obeying the gesture, the Twinfangs tore through the air at a speed that was just barely subsonic, sure to rip the viruses to bits if they made contact.
[1. Bubbler @ SmasherA (50 x 2 = 100 dmg, possible splash to SmasherB)
2. Aquaneedle @ SmasherA, B, C (20 x 2 = 40 dmg each)
3. Twinfang (untapped power) @ Smasher B, C (70 + 10 = 80 dmg each)
4. Dodge]
"You want to try being less of a jerk?"
Raiden shrugged at the chip data filtered its way down to his systems. His programming ran a quick analysis, determining it to be a Bubbler. He raised one hand to point and opened his mouth to start giving attack orders to Cheshire and DNR, but the medical Navi beat him right to the punch. Having assigned the Smashers to Raiden, the doctor immediately set off on his own plan of assault, horking chip data this way and that without any kind of direction from the others.
A look of annoyance flashed across Raiden's face, but that was quickly pushed aside as he realized what DNR had said. "'All-powerful sky lord'," he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Anti, I think that you had better start calling me that."
"Dry up."
Clear water filled Raiden's cupped hand. When he threw it towards the first of the Smashers that he had been assigned, it held itself together in one large blue-white sphere that skipped along the ground at high speed. A tiny puddle fell away from the main body of water each time it touched the panels. The tiny pools shivered, as if experiencing a sudden tremor that the Navis and viruses did not. The water slowly rose into the air in wet, detached spires, quickly solidifying into three long spikes. The all-powerful sky lord barely paid any attention as the watery stakes revolved in the air to point at three separate Smashers. He waved his hand absently, and the lengthy needles sped off in pursuit of the viruses.
That done, Raiden spun on his heel with a grin, prepared to let loose a scathing one-liner, but DNR was gone.
Cowed, his head snapped back in forth. The medical Navi was nowhere to be found. It was as if the ground had just swallowed him up. If he had been deleted while Raiden's back was turned, there at least would have been a perishing cry, or some junk data left over from the destruction still settling on the ground. However, there was nothing to signify that DNR had been eliminated.
"Disappeared," Anti informed him dully. "Ditched you guys. I can understand why."
"At least I've got friends," Raiden shot back. He stomped one foot down on the ground; the force of the impact knocked two long, jagged pieces of panel up into the air. A thin film of white light flashed across the surface of the broken shards as they spun airborne. The all-powerful sky lord extened his hand toward the set of Smashers and snapped his fingers. Obeying the gesture, the Twinfangs tore through the air at a speed that was just barely subsonic, sure to rip the viruses to bits if they made contact.
[1. Bubbler @ SmasherA (50 x 2 = 100 dmg, possible splash to SmasherB)
2. Aquaneedle @ SmasherA, B, C (20 x 2 = 40 dmg each)
3. Twinfang (untapped power) @ Smasher B, C (70 + 10 = 80 dmg each)
4. Dodge]
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((Oh, bother. Now I'm obligated to post soon, aren't I? And on Ramadan, too; hungry Miek makes for a man with little muse, although how that differs from my usual state I'm not sure.
Expect something tomorrow; I have a test then, so I won't be fasting, and the sheer Fridayness of it means school's out an hour earlier, allowing me more time. It's pretty much ideal in every way. ^^
Ai promiz. Squad's honour.
Drat, that's an oxymoron.))
Expect something tomorrow; I have a test then, so I won't be fasting, and the sheer Fridayness of it means school's out an hour earlier, allowing me more time. It's pretty much ideal in every way. ^^
Ai promiz. Squad's honour.
Drat, that's an oxymoron.))
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Cheshire was all but oblivious to this new wave of monsters; she seemed completely enthralled by the pale doctor's attention. Her eyes were closed in a cattish grin and a low purr rolled from her throat -- that is, until the gestures of affection stopped as the doctor set out to put his strategy into action. "Hey, why'd you stop?" She opened her eyes then, her stance matching the childish indignation on her face.
"Chess. The sheep." Arco shouted across the room to the PET set on the table. She had decided to take a break, and was surprised when they offered one of their vacant rooms to rest in. The place wasn't shabby, either; it had a different sort of charm from her suite in Electown. The suite was elegant bordering on pretentious, while this room was simple and cozy. "Remember the plan?"
"Uh... Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just really like being scratched behind the ears, you know?" She cast a glance about the battlefield. The others were already in the fray, swinging. The pale doctor looked to be mostly finished with his rounds and was taking a victory lap when he sudenly vanished from sight. "Whoah..." Cheshire floated over to his apparent final resting place, prodding the ground gingerly with the tips of her toes as if she were contemplating the safety of a particularly hot body of water. "Arco, the doctor guy's gone!"
"What?" Arco's voice didn't carry so much surprise as it did confusion. "He left?"
"No, he's just gone." She settled onto her haunches and took to prodding the patch of land with her finger. "Weird..." Her jabs slowly grew in magnitude, although it was impossible to tell whether this expressed curiosity of frustration. "Oh well." She leapt to her feet, grinning at the sheep. "We can handle a few viruses without medical help."
"Righto." Arco fished through the evergrowing pile she had det out before her, before finding three that looked promising. Twin furnaces grinned up at her from the glossy surfaces of two chips, while the third was frozen in mid-swing with a bar of green light. They'd do the job. She slid them through the usual process with a near-subconscious prayer for the plucky doctor's safety.
Cheshire strode forward, elbows bent, palms held out and open to the sky. It seemed a decidedly peacable stance, at least so far as reality was concerned.
Reality, where it was impossible to conjure a flame.
Cheshire, seemingly determined to follow the sentiment with a stiff rebuttal, did just that. Grinning like her namesake she stood, lit from both sides in a merry orange glow. The sheep weren't eager to make a move just yet, and holding them in fear like that brought a sort of euphoria. Not one to linger, though, she sprang into action, making a beeline through the air at and over the sheep. The maneuver was over so fast that one scarcely noticed the payload of fire she had dropped off on her way. The little flames, mere embers by this point, hit the ground and opened the gates to the inferno.
A very small inferno, at least. Pillars of fire sprang from the ground, leaving scorch marks like a connect-the-dots helix. When the blinding heat and smoke had subisded, there was Cheshire, leaning nonchalantly on a simple bamboo stick, roughly at eyebrow's height for her. She took a few slow steps forward then started running, using the stick like a polevault as she flew into the air -- pure affectation, since she could fly. On the way down, she brought it up, over, and down at the nearest sheep. A loud thwack echoed through the area.
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1. Flameline1 (70, /A/, Fire) MolokoA, B, C
2. Flameline1 (70, /A/, Fire) MolokoA, B, C
3. BambooSword (80, /B/, Wood) MolokoD
4. Dodge
"Chess. The sheep." Arco shouted across the room to the PET set on the table. She had decided to take a break, and was surprised when they offered one of their vacant rooms to rest in. The place wasn't shabby, either; it had a different sort of charm from her suite in Electown. The suite was elegant bordering on pretentious, while this room was simple and cozy. "Remember the plan?"
"Uh... Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just really like being scratched behind the ears, you know?" She cast a glance about the battlefield. The others were already in the fray, swinging. The pale doctor looked to be mostly finished with his rounds and was taking a victory lap when he sudenly vanished from sight. "Whoah..." Cheshire floated over to his apparent final resting place, prodding the ground gingerly with the tips of her toes as if she were contemplating the safety of a particularly hot body of water. "Arco, the doctor guy's gone!"
"What?" Arco's voice didn't carry so much surprise as it did confusion. "He left?"
"No, he's just gone." She settled onto her haunches and took to prodding the patch of land with her finger. "Weird..." Her jabs slowly grew in magnitude, although it was impossible to tell whether this expressed curiosity of frustration. "Oh well." She leapt to her feet, grinning at the sheep. "We can handle a few viruses without medical help."
"Righto." Arco fished through the evergrowing pile she had det out before her, before finding three that looked promising. Twin furnaces grinned up at her from the glossy surfaces of two chips, while the third was frozen in mid-swing with a bar of green light. They'd do the job. She slid them through the usual process with a near-subconscious prayer for the plucky doctor's safety.
Cheshire strode forward, elbows bent, palms held out and open to the sky. It seemed a decidedly peacable stance, at least so far as reality was concerned.
Reality, where it was impossible to conjure a flame.
Cheshire, seemingly determined to follow the sentiment with a stiff rebuttal, did just that. Grinning like her namesake she stood, lit from both sides in a merry orange glow. The sheep weren't eager to make a move just yet, and holding them in fear like that brought a sort of euphoria. Not one to linger, though, she sprang into action, making a beeline through the air at and over the sheep. The maneuver was over so fast that one scarcely noticed the payload of fire she had dropped off on her way. The little flames, mere embers by this point, hit the ground and opened the gates to the inferno.
A very small inferno, at least. Pillars of fire sprang from the ground, leaving scorch marks like a connect-the-dots helix. When the blinding heat and smoke had subisded, there was Cheshire, leaning nonchalantly on a simple bamboo stick, roughly at eyebrow's height for her. She took a few slow steps forward then started running, using the stick like a polevault as she flew into the air -- pure affectation, since she could fly. On the way down, she brought it up, over, and down at the nearest sheep. A loud thwack echoed through the area.
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1. Flameline1 (70, /A/, Fire) MolokoA, B, C
2. Flameline1 (70, /A/, Fire) MolokoA, B, C
3. BambooSword (80, /B/, Wood) MolokoD
4. Dodge
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((After nearly a month of inactivity, this thread now progresses))
DNR sends out his attacks and then is whisked away.
Raiden lays the smackdown on the Smashers.
Cheshire serves some lamb flambe, and puts a stake in one Moloko.
The undamaged Moloko charges head-on at Cheshire, but misses and crashes into a wall (20) as Cheshire nimbly dodges out of the way.
The two remaining Smashers aim at Raiden and DNR, and fire, but miss as DNR was already gone and Raiden nimbly dodged out of the way.
The Gaia's swing their hammers at Raiden and Cheshire, knocking them into each other, but luckily the duo are standing on Holy Panels, reducing their damage.
MolokoA: DELETED
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: 20 HP
MolokoE: 80 HP
SmasherA: DELETED
SmasherB: DELETED
SmasherC: DELETED
SmasherD: 120 HP
SmasherE: 120 HP
BandcoonA: DELETED
BandcoonB: DELETED
BandcoonC: DELETED
GaiaA: 100 HP
GaiaB: 100 HP
Trumpy: DELETED
Terrain: 3/4 Holy, 1/4 Cracked
Raiden.exe: 130 HP
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
DNR.exe: LOLWHISKEDAWAI
((Note to self, don't ever use Holy Panels again, they screw up my damage calculations @_@))
DNR sends out his attacks and then is whisked away.
Raiden lays the smackdown on the Smashers.
Cheshire serves some lamb flambe, and puts a stake in one Moloko.
The undamaged Moloko charges head-on at Cheshire, but misses and crashes into a wall (20) as Cheshire nimbly dodges out of the way.
The two remaining Smashers aim at Raiden and DNR, and fire, but miss as DNR was already gone and Raiden nimbly dodged out of the way.
The Gaia's swing their hammers at Raiden and Cheshire, knocking them into each other, but luckily the duo are standing on Holy Panels, reducing their damage.
MolokoA: DELETED
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: 20 HP
MolokoE: 80 HP
SmasherA: DELETED
SmasherB: DELETED
SmasherC: DELETED
SmasherD: 120 HP
SmasherE: 120 HP
BandcoonA: DELETED
BandcoonB: DELETED
BandcoonC: DELETED
GaiaA: 100 HP
GaiaB: 100 HP
Trumpy: DELETED
Terrain: 3/4 Holy, 1/4 Cracked
Raiden.exe: 130 HP
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
DNR.exe: LOLWHISKEDAWAI
((Note to self, don't ever use Holy Panels again, they screw up my damage calculations @_@))
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The Gaia's hammer slammed the all-powerful sky lord into Cheshire. Things would have been worse if one of his feet hadn't dragged itself along the ground, skipping from a cracked panel to a glowing one and transferring the protection of the holy panel into him. Regardless of the amount of sacred power, crashing into another Navi at high speed was far from pleasant. Raiden dropped forward onto his knees and threw out one hand to keep himself from toppling onto his face. His palm met fractured panel, which crumbled away into the blackness below at his touch. He flailed backwards to avoid overbalancing into the pit, landing on the end, and already unpacking the chip data that Anti was sending down.
Raiden grinned casually over his shoulder at Cheshire as he held one hand toward the viruses. A sphere of white energy appeared there. It bobbed in the air as if it were floating in water rather than air. He crooked one finger toward one of the Gaias, and the Shotgun blast shot off at such a speed that the only evidence of its passing was a brief white streak.
"Better think about being more careful and keeping an eye on those hammers next time, huh?" Raiden suggested to Cheshire, as if he hadn't been smacked around by one as well. "It's all right if you can't take care of yourself. I'll keep an eye on you and make sure you don't get yourself deleted."
He hopped back to his feet and skimmed one hand along the ground. Light seemed to rise from the tiles and stick to his fingers, forming a much larger, fatter charge of energy than the Shotgun. Raiden squared his feet, took aim, and fired the Cannon at the other Gaia with a resounding boom of discharge.
Something flashed, and a flickering red tracer round appeared, stuck to the forehead of the stronger Moloko. Raiden hadn't made a single movement to conjure it. All he did was smirk as he let his hand fall to his side. Narrow streamers of energy began to leap between the tips of his fingers and the ground below, quickly escalating in thickness and range until his entire arm was a pillar of light connected to the floor. The flows snapped as Raiden leveled his arm with the tracer-equipped Moloko, but the energy seemed to grow only stronger. The light exploded into a million fragments that shot away in all directions, curved around, and descended onto the virus like a storm of falling stars.
The all-powerful sky lord paused. It seemed as if he had forgotten something, but couldn't quite remember what it--
Raiden pivoted on one foot and jammed himself to a halt with the other, pointing at the Gaias with two fingers. The very air around them erupted in fire and lava that inexplicably engulfed the two viruses in a swirling maelstrom of superheated air.
He smirked at Cheshire. "Don't worry, I've got it under control."
1. Shotgun @ GaiaA (50 NORMAL damage + spread1)
2. Cannon @ GaiaB (40 NORMAL damage)
3. Markcannon1 (untapped power) @ MolokoE (70 + 10 = 80 NORMAL damage)
4. Flameline1 @ GaiaA, GaiaB (70 FIRE damage)
Raiden grinned casually over his shoulder at Cheshire as he held one hand toward the viruses. A sphere of white energy appeared there. It bobbed in the air as if it were floating in water rather than air. He crooked one finger toward one of the Gaias, and the Shotgun blast shot off at such a speed that the only evidence of its passing was a brief white streak.
"Better think about being more careful and keeping an eye on those hammers next time, huh?" Raiden suggested to Cheshire, as if he hadn't been smacked around by one as well. "It's all right if you can't take care of yourself. I'll keep an eye on you and make sure you don't get yourself deleted."
He hopped back to his feet and skimmed one hand along the ground. Light seemed to rise from the tiles and stick to his fingers, forming a much larger, fatter charge of energy than the Shotgun. Raiden squared his feet, took aim, and fired the Cannon at the other Gaia with a resounding boom of discharge.
Something flashed, and a flickering red tracer round appeared, stuck to the forehead of the stronger Moloko. Raiden hadn't made a single movement to conjure it. All he did was smirk as he let his hand fall to his side. Narrow streamers of energy began to leap between the tips of his fingers and the ground below, quickly escalating in thickness and range until his entire arm was a pillar of light connected to the floor. The flows snapped as Raiden leveled his arm with the tracer-equipped Moloko, but the energy seemed to grow only stronger. The light exploded into a million fragments that shot away in all directions, curved around, and descended onto the virus like a storm of falling stars.
The all-powerful sky lord paused. It seemed as if he had forgotten something, but couldn't quite remember what it--
Raiden pivoted on one foot and jammed himself to a halt with the other, pointing at the Gaias with two fingers. The very air around them erupted in fire and lava that inexplicably engulfed the two viruses in a swirling maelstrom of superheated air.
He smirked at Cheshire. "Don't worry, I've got it under control."
1. Shotgun @ GaiaA (50 NORMAL damage + spread1)
2. Cannon @ GaiaB (40 NORMAL damage)
3. Markcannon1 (untapped power) @ MolokoE (70 + 10 = 80 NORMAL damage)
4. Flameline1 @ GaiaA, GaiaB (70 FIRE damage)
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"Hrnf!" was the extent of Cheshire's wit as the air was forced out of her lungs -- by her omnipolar partner, oddly enough. A cursory glance lay the blame soundly on the Gaias' armored shoulders; still, there was something about getting flanked that was thoroughly embarrassing. It was lucky she had passed to an oddly glowing panel before the brunt of the attack; it had felt a lot lighter than it should have. Of course, it had also come from two sides at once, and neither her nor her partner were very well suited to act as emergency cushions.
The "god" had already leapt to his feet, after a short bout of slapstick flailing which had left Cheshire laughing merrily. She climbed to her feet, using the bamboo pole she held as a form of unnecessary leverage, and dusting herself off in the usual cattish way that signified that she had really intended to get hit by that attack all along, and if anyone thought otherwise it was their fault for possessing inferior eyesight. This gesture seemed to go unnoticed; Raiden was already mouthing off and blitzing the few virii that remained, although he seemed perfectly ignorant of the moving turrets off and to his right.
Cheshire was nothing if not prompt. She shifted her grip on the bamboo pole, holding it at the ready above her head. With a twist of her shoulders, she let fly, the hollow pole letting out an unsettling howl as if eager to leave her hand.
About this time, the smirking deity started mouthing off again. The sheer nerve he had to talk like that to someone who was at least his equal set Arco's blood to boiling, but it seemed Cheshire was ignoring all but the general gist.
"Thanks, cutie." Cheshire winked at the navi in what may or may not have been another attempt to mess with his head. "But I think I can take care of my own tail for now." As if to illustrate this point, she stepped close to the second moving turret, pulling her fist back for a second, and let loose with a single fiery punch. The heat from the flames wreathing her arm stung her eyes, but when they subsided a silvered pistol with a red grip was clenched in her fist.
"You watching, Raiden?" She pulled back the hammer with a click. "Maybe you'll learn something." The moment she squeezed the trigger, a torrent of water spread from every crack in the gun's makeup; thankfully, the majority of the water made its way out through the barrel as the gunsmith had intended, and Cheshire largely managed to avoid getting soaked. Raiden, however, was in perfect position to get hit with the spray from the seam between the five bullet chambers and the body of the gun.
"Oops." Cheshire noted. "Better work on your reflexes, huh? If that were a hammer..." She let that thought trail off with a smile. She squeezed off another shot, much more standard in its appearance, right at the remaining sheep.
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1. BambooSword to SmasherD (80, [A], Wood)
2. Firehit1 to SmasherE (70, [A], Fire)
3. Wideshot to SmasherD, E (80, [A], Water)
4. Cannon to MolokoD (40, [A])
The "god" had already leapt to his feet, after a short bout of slapstick flailing which had left Cheshire laughing merrily. She climbed to her feet, using the bamboo pole she held as a form of unnecessary leverage, and dusting herself off in the usual cattish way that signified that she had really intended to get hit by that attack all along, and if anyone thought otherwise it was their fault for possessing inferior eyesight. This gesture seemed to go unnoticed; Raiden was already mouthing off and blitzing the few virii that remained, although he seemed perfectly ignorant of the moving turrets off and to his right.
Cheshire was nothing if not prompt. She shifted her grip on the bamboo pole, holding it at the ready above her head. With a twist of her shoulders, she let fly, the hollow pole letting out an unsettling howl as if eager to leave her hand.
About this time, the smirking deity started mouthing off again. The sheer nerve he had to talk like that to someone who was at least his equal set Arco's blood to boiling, but it seemed Cheshire was ignoring all but the general gist.
"Thanks, cutie." Cheshire winked at the navi in what may or may not have been another attempt to mess with his head. "But I think I can take care of my own tail for now." As if to illustrate this point, she stepped close to the second moving turret, pulling her fist back for a second, and let loose with a single fiery punch. The heat from the flames wreathing her arm stung her eyes, but when they subsided a silvered pistol with a red grip was clenched in her fist.
"You watching, Raiden?" She pulled back the hammer with a click. "Maybe you'll learn something." The moment she squeezed the trigger, a torrent of water spread from every crack in the gun's makeup; thankfully, the majority of the water made its way out through the barrel as the gunsmith had intended, and Cheshire largely managed to avoid getting soaked. Raiden, however, was in perfect position to get hit with the spray from the seam between the five bullet chambers and the body of the gun.
"Oops." Cheshire noted. "Better work on your reflexes, huh? If that were a hammer..." She let that thought trail off with a smile. She squeezed off another shot, much more standard in its appearance, right at the remaining sheep.
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1. BambooSword to SmasherD (80, [A], Wood)
2. Firehit1 to SmasherE (70, [A], Fire)
3. Wideshot to SmasherD, E (80, [A], Water)
4. Cannon to MolokoD (40, [A])
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Raiden takes care off all his targets.
Cheshire wipes out her opponents as well.
MolokoA: DELETED
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
SmasherA: DELETED
SmasherB: DELETED
SmasherC: DELETED
SmasherD: DELETED
SmasherE: DELETED
BandcoonA: DELETED
BandcoonB: DELETED
BandcoonC: DELETED
GaiaA: DELETED
GaiaB: DELETED
Trumpy: DELETED
Terrain: 3/4 Holy, 1/4 Cracked
Raiden.exe: 130 HP
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
DNR.exe: LOLWHISKEDAWAI!
-VICTORY-
Raiden Get: Magnum, 700z
Cheshire Get: Mokorush1, 700z
DNR GET: NOTHING! TOO BAD!
FXP: 5
Cheshire wipes out her opponents as well.
MolokoA: DELETED
MolokoB: DELETED
MolokoC: DELETED
MolokoD: DELETED
MolokoE: DELETED
SmasherA: DELETED
SmasherB: DELETED
SmasherC: DELETED
SmasherD: DELETED
SmasherE: DELETED
BandcoonA: DELETED
BandcoonB: DELETED
BandcoonC: DELETED
GaiaA: DELETED
GaiaB: DELETED
Trumpy: DELETED
Terrain: 3/4 Holy, 1/4 Cracked
Raiden.exe: 130 HP
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
DNR.exe: LOLWHISKEDAWAI!
-VICTORY-
Raiden Get: Magnum, 700z
Cheshire Get: Mokorush1, 700z
DNR GET: NOTHING! TOO BAD!
FXP: 5
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With a triumphant smirk to try and gloss over the physical humour that he had provided while almost falling to his deletion in the Net abyss, Raiden arched one finger toward the money and Chip data that the viruses had dropped. A thread-narrow bolt of lightning leapt from his hand, struck the prizes, and whisked them away to the safety of Anti's PET.
"Not too tough, huh?" he remarked idly, crossing his arms behind his head and looking vaguely up into the darkened sky of the Internet. "Proved to be too much for that doctor, though. You're not half-bad, I guess, kitty-cat." He rounded on Cheshire, grinning. "But the little lady could use some work. Go and come back once you've done some more practicing and you're up near my skill range, heh? Maybe then you'll actually be entertaining to fight with."
Leaving the last few insults stinging, Raiden lowered his arms and took a couple of hopping steps back. A massive lightning struck lit up the Network directly where he stood, completely consuming him. A half-second later, when the lightning had receded, Raiden was nowhere to be seen. It was hardly a polite way to send off his busting partner...
"Not too tough, huh?" he remarked idly, crossing his arms behind his head and looking vaguely up into the darkened sky of the Internet. "Proved to be too much for that doctor, though. You're not half-bad, I guess, kitty-cat." He rounded on Cheshire, grinning. "But the little lady could use some work. Go and come back once you've done some more practicing and you're up near my skill range, heh? Maybe then you'll actually be entertaining to fight with."
Leaving the last few insults stinging, Raiden lowered his arms and took a couple of hopping steps back. A massive lightning struck lit up the Network directly where he stood, completely consuming him. A half-second later, when the lightning had receded, Raiden was nowhere to be seen. It was hardly a polite way to send off his busting partner...
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Cheshire, all on her lonesome, encounters a group slightly smalled than what she faced before.
BoomerEXA: 100 HP
BoomerEXB: 100 HP
BoomerEXC: 100 HP
BoomerEXD: 100 HP
BoomerEXE: 100 HP (lol)
VolgearEXA: 120 HP
VolgearEXB: 120 HP
VolgearEXC: 120 HP
VolgearEXD: 120 HP (lol)
VolgearEXE: 120 HP
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
-IT'S SHOWTIME!-
-BATTLE 4-
-ACTION!-
BoomerEXA: 100 HP
BoomerEXB: 100 HP
BoomerEXC: 100 HP
BoomerEXD: 100 HP
BoomerEXE: 100 HP (lol)
VolgearEXA: 120 HP
VolgearEXB: 120 HP
VolgearEXC: 120 HP
VolgearEXD: 120 HP (lol)
VolgearEXE: 120 HP
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
-IT'S SHOWTIME!-
-BATTLE 4-
-ACTION!-
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((SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!))
As various floating menaces closed in on her, it was all Cheshire could do not to yawn; despite her best efforts, the end results were nothing close to surreptitious. After Arco had been treated to a clear and prolonged view of teeth that weren't quite fangs, she started to yawn as well.
"Damnit, Chess..." Arco muttered with as much dignity as she could muster while yawning, "You gonna take a catnap now or something? I don't see anything tranquil or comforting about viruses closing in on all sides."
Cheshire stretched first her arms, then her back, smiling all the while. "Nah, I'm still gonna kill these guys. It's just that I've got the strangest feeling, like I've been standing still for a month or two."
"Weird..." Arco smiled. "You sure you're not crossing the line into total insanity now?"
"Don't count on that just yet. Now, can I get some chips?"
Arco had been sorting things out in her head since the viruses had appeared. Although they had already seen the furnace viruses on several occasions and they were handled simply enough, she didn't quite recall the floating clothespin viruses.
"Weird..." she murmured. "Chess, you're closer up than me. Those things are metal, right?"
Chess smiled and gave a sort of salute. "No way! 'Though they appear to be metallic indeed, they are in reality only forty percent metal!' Trust me, these things burn like anything else."
Arco quickly rearranged the chips lying faceup on the tatami. That made things simple. Three Flamelines... She would use the furnace things against the clothespin things. The furnace things themselves were a bit more of a problem; water chips were a little more scarce, but just a little. The Wideshot, then the Bubbler to clean up whatever was left... But the viruses were coming in pretty fast. Was there even time to finish that, let alone use a BubbleStar to clean up the stragglers? "It's up to you now, Chess." She popped the appropriate chips into their sockets.
"Then the battle's already won!" the catgirl chirped.
As the battle data downloaded into Cheshire's temporary files (bringing with a familiar faint sense of euphoria,) she looked around at the group that had assembled itself in a little semicircle around her. "Man, still waiting? Aren't you guys polite!" A little flame crackled to life just beyond the tip of her outstretched finger. "Overall, though, it might have been a bad idea."
She cocked her thumb back like the hammer of a pistol and let it fall. Immediately, the flame burning merrily a centimeter from her finger spread outwards in a horizontal spray, bathing much of the area in a jolly yellow glow. As soon as that subsided, she brought her thumb up and let it fall again, prompting a spray of fire wholly similar to the one just before, albeit aimed slightly farther to the right. Shortly, though, there was no evidence that the fires had ever presented themselves; not even a trail of smoke. Hardly even any virii, Cheshire noted with a smile. She turned leisurely to face her next doomed targets -- only to find they were not there.
"Cheshire! Turn around!"
And there they were, grinning furnaces rapidly closing the distance between them. No time for affectations. She drew the chain, which became cold to the touch, and swung wildly to hit her assailants before they could fight back.
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Yes, I just totally took the easy way out of that post. But hey, it's MY triumphant return, and I can do what I want!
1. Flameline1 to BoomerEXA, B, C (70, Fire, [A])
2. Flameline1 to BoomerEXD, E, VolgearA (70, Fire, [A])
3. Wideshot to VolgearEXB, C, D (80, Aqua, [A])
4. Bubbler to VolgearEXA (50, Aqua, [A])
As various floating menaces closed in on her, it was all Cheshire could do not to yawn; despite her best efforts, the end results were nothing close to surreptitious. After Arco had been treated to a clear and prolonged view of teeth that weren't quite fangs, she started to yawn as well.
"Damnit, Chess..." Arco muttered with as much dignity as she could muster while yawning, "You gonna take a catnap now or something? I don't see anything tranquil or comforting about viruses closing in on all sides."
Cheshire stretched first her arms, then her back, smiling all the while. "Nah, I'm still gonna kill these guys. It's just that I've got the strangest feeling, like I've been standing still for a month or two."
"Weird..." Arco smiled. "You sure you're not crossing the line into total insanity now?"
"Don't count on that just yet. Now, can I get some chips?"
Arco had been sorting things out in her head since the viruses had appeared. Although they had already seen the furnace viruses on several occasions and they were handled simply enough, she didn't quite recall the floating clothespin viruses.
"Weird..." she murmured. "Chess, you're closer up than me. Those things are metal, right?"
Chess smiled and gave a sort of salute. "No way! 'Though they appear to be metallic indeed, they are in reality only forty percent metal!' Trust me, these things burn like anything else."
Arco quickly rearranged the chips lying faceup on the tatami. That made things simple. Three Flamelines... She would use the furnace things against the clothespin things. The furnace things themselves were a bit more of a problem; water chips were a little more scarce, but just a little. The Wideshot, then the Bubbler to clean up whatever was left... But the viruses were coming in pretty fast. Was there even time to finish that, let alone use a BubbleStar to clean up the stragglers? "It's up to you now, Chess." She popped the appropriate chips into their sockets.
"Then the battle's already won!" the catgirl chirped.
As the battle data downloaded into Cheshire's temporary files (bringing with a familiar faint sense of euphoria,) she looked around at the group that had assembled itself in a little semicircle around her. "Man, still waiting? Aren't you guys polite!" A little flame crackled to life just beyond the tip of her outstretched finger. "Overall, though, it might have been a bad idea."
She cocked her thumb back like the hammer of a pistol and let it fall. Immediately, the flame burning merrily a centimeter from her finger spread outwards in a horizontal spray, bathing much of the area in a jolly yellow glow. As soon as that subsided, she brought her thumb up and let it fall again, prompting a spray of fire wholly similar to the one just before, albeit aimed slightly farther to the right. Shortly, though, there was no evidence that the fires had ever presented themselves; not even a trail of smoke. Hardly even any virii, Cheshire noted with a smile. She turned leisurely to face her next doomed targets -- only to find they were not there.
"Cheshire! Turn around!"
And there they were, grinning furnaces rapidly closing the distance between them. No time for affectations. She drew the chain, which became cold to the touch, and swung wildly to hit her assailants before they could fight back.
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Yes, I just totally took the easy way out of that post. But hey, it's MY triumphant return, and I can do what I want!
1. Flameline1 to BoomerEXA, B, C (70, Fire, [A])
2. Flameline1 to BoomerEXD, E, VolgearA (70, Fire, [A])
3. Wideshot to VolgearEXB, C, D (80, Aqua, [A])
4. Bubbler to VolgearEXA (50, Aqua, [A])
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((D:<))
Cheshire wipes out the majority of viruses with fire and water. The last one, frightened by the display, flees for its life.
BoomerEXA: BALEETED
BoomerEXB: I'M ON FIRE
BoomerEXC: GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!
BoomerEXD: HOT! HOT! HOT!
BoomerEXE: BURNINATION!
VolgearEXA: One bubble
VolgearEXB: Two bubble
VolgearEXC: Three bubble
VolgearEXD: Four
VolgearEXE: RAN AWAY!
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
-VICTORY-
Get: Boomerang1, 200z
Cheshire wipes out the majority of viruses with fire and water. The last one, frightened by the display, flees for its life.
BoomerEXA: BALEETED
BoomerEXB: I'M ON FIRE
BoomerEXC: GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!
BoomerEXD: HOT! HOT! HOT!
BoomerEXE: BURNINATION!
VolgearEXA: One bubble
VolgearEXB: Two bubble
VolgearEXC: Three bubble
VolgearEXD: Four
VolgearEXE: RAN AWAY!
Cheshire.exe: 130 HP
-VICTORY-
Get: Boomerang1, 200z