"Guess that didn't work," Rachna said, setting the mystery data down next to her. With any luck, she would be able to hold onto it and repair it later. In the meantime, she returned to the control console and sent the Mr. Prog back toward the problem area. There was still one more 'anomalous object' out there. Maybe she would have better luck with that one.
"Well of course it didn't work, it's broken," Ellen said. "Can we get back to actually fixing this thing?"
"I thought you wanted to just let the trained professionals handle this earlier," Rachna commented, directing the Mr. Prog along again. Though she started along the same path, once she reached the point where the path had split and the first anomalous object was found, she directed it instead down the path toward the subsystem control, then around the top of the displayed map to the isolated area where the signal of another anomalous object was originating. Once the prog arrived, she once again typed in the commands >RETRIEVE ANOMALOUS OBJECT and >RETURN WITH ANOMALOUS OBJECT.
If she was lucky, it would be another mystery data. If she was even more lucky, it would be something she could use to fix the one she had already found.
Late Night Busting
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This one takes a while. Rachna can almost -swear- she hears the Mr Prog swearing off in the distance...
But it returns!
And drops a nasty-looking virus right onto the platform in front of Rachna. Its' shell is cracked, fragmented and blurring in and out of existence as it leers at Rachna... before collapsing onto the ground and letting out a shrill, pathetic cry.
As if reacting, the Glitchy Datacube makes a small hop out of its' containment and drops onto the floor. Its' surface pulses once in the direction of the mystery data, causing the object to glow, then once in the direction of the virus-- which appears to look better for a moment before falling again into disrepair.
Hmmmm.
ScVtt3r: 10 (Riddled with Glitches)
____ Mystery Data: 5
But it returns!
And drops a nasty-looking virus right onto the platform in front of Rachna. Its' shell is cracked, fragmented and blurring in and out of existence as it leers at Rachna... before collapsing onto the ground and letting out a shrill, pathetic cry.
As if reacting, the Glitchy Datacube makes a small hop out of its' containment and drops onto the floor. Its' surface pulses once in the direction of the mystery data, causing the object to glow, then once in the direction of the virus-- which appears to look better for a moment before falling again into disrepair.
Hmmmm.
ScVtt3r: 10 (Riddled with Glitches)
____ Mystery Data: 5
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"Is that a...oh, you must be kidding me," Rachna said as the program returned, carrying a weak and badly glitched virus. It looked completely harmless in its current state, but if the warped shell and corrupted data readout were actual indications of what it might be...well, she couldn't blame the Mr. Prog if it had been swearing.
As it let out a cry, however, the glitchy datacube she had acquired before and almost forgotten about hopped out onto the floor. "Oi, where do you think you're going," Rachna asked, leaning down to pick it up...and then noticing that as it pulsed, the objects the program had brought back appeared to look slightly less glitched and damaged for a moment. Curious, Rachna picked the datacube back up, approaching the item least likely to attack her once repaired, that being the mystery data, and pressed the datacube against its surface.
As it let out a cry, however, the glitchy datacube she had acquired before and almost forgotten about hopped out onto the floor. "Oi, where do you think you're going," Rachna asked, leaning down to pick it up...and then noticing that as it pulsed, the objects the program had brought back appeared to look slightly less glitched and damaged for a moment. Curious, Rachna picked the datacube back up, approaching the item least likely to attack her once repaired, that being the mystery data, and pressed the datacube against its surface.
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The cube is sucked into the mystery data with a loud whirr as the small crystal's surface reformats and repairs itself, then rises into the air to hover in front of Rachna. Its' blue-tinted surface almost shines, even in the low light of the network, and clearly reveals what it is: A blue mystery data.
The corrupted virus attempts, weakly, to stand upon its' six legs-- and then collapses again, its' efforts to rise futile. One of its' legs derezzes as Rachna looks on, separating into a jumbled mass of polygons.
ScVtt3r: 10 (Riddled with Glitches)
Blue Mystery Data: 5
The corrupted virus attempts, weakly, to stand upon its' six legs-- and then collapses again, its' efforts to rise futile. One of its' legs derezzes as Rachna looks on, separating into a jumbled mass of polygons.
ScVtt3r: 10 (Riddled with Glitches)
Blue Mystery Data: 5
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Amazingly, it worked. The mystery data, at least in appearance, repaired itself as the datacube made contact and was sucked in. Rachna immediately wondered if there were any more of those things around, but decided to settle for the moment on the now repaired prize that the Mr. Prog had brought back. She attempted to open it again, hoping now that it would actually do so.
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A small bomb pops out of the mystery data, then begins flashing a bright white as it rolls along the ground, beeping with increasing frequency. Just as the beeping reaches a fever pitch, it stops abruptly and most of the bomb falls to pieces, glitched flecks scattering about on the ground near it.
It takes Rachna a moment before she realizes this is intentional.
[GET: Bugbomb]
It takes Rachna a moment before she realizes this is intentional.
[GET: Bugbomb]
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"Oh what is this, I brought that thing back and fixed it just for the reward to be-wait." Rachna poked the ball with her staff, causing it to roll a few feet despite having already fallen apart beyond the point where it should have been capable of doing so. She hesitantly picked it up, and found she was able to do so without glitching herself. The glitched pieces of the bomb that had fallen off trailed after the ball, hanging in midair as she held it in her hand.
That was, until the chip data transferred itself to Ellen's PET.
"A Bugbomb, huh?" Ellen commented sleepily, reading off the data. "Can we get back to what we were actually doing now?"
"Oh, right," Rachna said suddenly, approaching the control console again and leaving Ellen to wonder if she had, in fact, forgotten what they had been doing until she mentioned it. Either way, the conjurer returned to the console and sent the program off again, this time actually making use of the commands to deploy panels making a continuous connection to the subsystem control as the instruction manual had specified.
That was, until the chip data transferred itself to Ellen's PET.
"A Bugbomb, huh?" Ellen commented sleepily, reading off the data. "Can we get back to what we were actually doing now?"
"Oh, right," Rachna said suddenly, approaching the control console again and leaving Ellen to wonder if she had, in fact, forgotten what they had been doing until she mentioned it. Either way, the conjurer returned to the console and sent the program off again, this time actually making use of the commands to deploy panels making a continuous connection to the subsystem control as the instruction manual had specified.
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The prog shoots Rachna a death glare as it buckles under the materialized Connector panels, then trudges off down the path muttering in something vaguely resembling language. None of it sounds wholesome, at any rate.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Moments later the platform shoots off a pulse down the pathway, causing the entire network to shudder. It begins to rhythmically fire off these pulses, each one physically shaking the surrounding area as the sound of metal scraping metal fills the silent void. Rachna can see countless sparks in every direction, far off, as the panels rearrange themselves.
STOP THAT
The sight is reminiscent of a starry night, though Rachna would have never seen such a thing first-hand.
WHAT DID YOU DO
The rhythm of the pulses eventually settles into something resembling a heartbeat, and at about the same moment the scraping noises stop. The console's display screen turns white, and black text displays, making it apparent that the work is done.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
With that, the console powers down and recedes into the platform below. The virus laying the platform's length away from Rachna seems to watch it go down, then tilts its' head to watch Rachna instead.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Moments later the platform shoots off a pulse down the pathway, causing the entire network to shudder. It begins to rhythmically fire off these pulses, each one physically shaking the surrounding area as the sound of metal scraping metal fills the silent void. Rachna can see countless sparks in every direction, far off, as the panels rearrange themselves.
STOP THAT
The sight is reminiscent of a starry night, though Rachna would have never seen such a thing first-hand.
WHAT DID YOU DO
The rhythm of the pulses eventually settles into something resembling a heartbeat, and at about the same moment the scraping noises stop. The console's display screen turns white, and black text displays, making it apparent that the work is done.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
Subsystem Link Repaired.
Panel Grid Stabilized.
Panel Grid Repairs Complete.
Panel Grid 90% Repaired; Unable To Repair Remaining Anomalies.
Shutting Down...
With that, the console powers down and recedes into the platform below. The virus laying the platform's length away from Rachna seems to watch it go down, then tilts its' head to watch Rachna instead.
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"Touchy, isn't he?" Rachna commented on the Prog's speech, watching it trudge off to execute the commands she was entering.
As the platform began shooting off pulses, she turned to watch, seeing sparks pulse in and out of existence from all around. The sight was almost beautiful enough to completely offset the horrible grating sounds that accompanied them. Almost.
"You should get a look at this," she told her operator.
"Why? I can see the same thing outside every time I go outside at night. Without the noise, even."
"What are you talking about? All you ever do at night is sleep and complain at me for keeping you up. Besides, I've heard you complaining about how all the street lamps make it hard to see anything." The words elicited another frustrated grumble from Ellen. Satisfied, Rachna turned back to the console as the scraping stopped, watching it display a series of messages before shutting down. According to them, the panel grid had only been repaired by 90%. But maybe that was normal. It was a college network, it had to see quite a bit of abuse day to day. For that matter, maybe 90% was better than normal.
Once the console finished retracting into the platform, Rachna turned to the green console. She was starting to get used to the half-darkness, but she doubted it would be a good idea to leave a job half-done.
As the platform began shooting off pulses, she turned to watch, seeing sparks pulse in and out of existence from all around. The sight was almost beautiful enough to completely offset the horrible grating sounds that accompanied them. Almost.
"You should get a look at this," she told her operator.
"Why? I can see the same thing outside every time I go outside at night. Without the noise, even."
"What are you talking about? All you ever do at night is sleep and complain at me for keeping you up. Besides, I've heard you complaining about how all the street lamps make it hard to see anything." The words elicited another frustrated grumble from Ellen. Satisfied, Rachna turned back to the console as the scraping stopped, watching it display a series of messages before shutting down. According to them, the panel grid had only been repaired by 90%. But maybe that was normal. It was a college network, it had to see quite a bit of abuse day to day. For that matter, maybe 90% was better than normal.
Once the console finished retracting into the platform, Rachna turned to the green console. She was starting to get used to the half-darkness, but she doubted it would be a good idea to leave a job half-done.
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Having fixed the panel grid, this console is entirely more friendly. It boots up with a loud, cheerful beep, and displays a message.
Subsystem Link Repaired.
Recalibrate Network Lighting?
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"Recalibrate...should I even mess with this?" Rachna asked, looking down at the message. She had to admit that she was surprised it had repaired itself without trouble, but perhaps having fixed the panel grid first had something to do with that. "Eh, might as well," she decided, typing a Y into the command prompt and confirming it.
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Warning: If you are a navi prone to seizures, please close your eyes now.
NO NO NO NO NO NO
It occurs to Rachna that would have been a nice warning. Yes, a very nice warning. The network's wallpaper (and lighting in general) erupts into a quick repetition of bright flashes of different colors, pulsing and blinking on and off in a style reminiscent of someone popping in and out of consciousness. The rainbows would be pretty if they weren't giving her a headache.
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
They also appear to be having an odd effect on Rachna's glitched friend; the virus begins twitching and jerking about on the ground, quickly breaking up from the strain. The pieces of the virus dissipate as the lighting in the network finally normalizes, returning to the bright, almost clinical color typical of Dentech. It's the kind of light that strikes you as good for reading.
the light hurts the light hurts the light hurts
It quickly becomes clear to Rachna that this is not a normal part of the library network, however, even once restored; what were likely bookshelves once are purple, metallic data server-esque objects now, glowing with an eerie green light. They almost resemble giant bugfrags, or eggs...
what did you do to my baby
It is as that last thought hits her that Rachna notices a wide pathway of red panels leading through the bookshelves away from the platform she currently stands upon. Perhaps she should investigate?
NO NO NO NO NO NO
It occurs to Rachna that would have been a nice warning. Yes, a very nice warning. The network's wallpaper (and lighting in general) erupts into a quick repetition of bright flashes of different colors, pulsing and blinking on and off in a style reminiscent of someone popping in and out of consciousness. The rainbows would be pretty if they weren't giving her a headache.
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
They also appear to be having an odd effect on Rachna's glitched friend; the virus begins twitching and jerking about on the ground, quickly breaking up from the strain. The pieces of the virus dissipate as the lighting in the network finally normalizes, returning to the bright, almost clinical color typical of Dentech. It's the kind of light that strikes you as good for reading.
the light hurts the light hurts the light hurts
It quickly becomes clear to Rachna that this is not a normal part of the library network, however, even once restored; what were likely bookshelves once are purple, metallic data server-esque objects now, glowing with an eerie green light. They almost resemble giant bugfrags, or eggs...
what did you do to my baby
It is as that last thought hits her that Rachna notices a wide pathway of red panels leading through the bookshelves away from the platform she currently stands upon. Perhaps she should investigate?
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That...was rather painful. And almost blinding. By the time the lights stabilized and settled on a good reading light level, Rachna had after-images from all the brighter flashes burned into her eyes, almost causing her to miss the objects that stood in place of bookshelves, and the pathway of red panels.
Of course, she was a navi, not a human. Her eyes quickly adjusted, eliminating the afterimages and allowing her to see clearly again. Once this had happened, she started down the red pathway, perhaps to investigate, or else just to try and figure out exactly where she was. It had been awhile since she could give a good answer to that.
Of course, she was a navi, not a human. Her eyes quickly adjusted, eliminating the afterimages and allowing her to see clearly again. Once this had happened, she started down the red pathway, perhaps to investigate, or else just to try and figure out exactly where she was. It had been awhile since she could give a good answer to that.
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The path was plush to the touch as Rachna walked upon it, her footfalls muted entirely by its' fuzzy texture. Immediately, recognition for what the path was-- a red carpet-- became undeniable. And yet Rachna pressed on.
The corrupted objects grew more and more dense as Rachna continued her jaunt further and further in, some varying in shape and size-- stages of maturity, perhaps? --as though the ones she was passing were older than those near the edge. ...The "edge"? Then was Rachna approaching a center of some sort? Is that where the red carpet lead?
Rachna received her answer soon enough at the end of the red carpet. The carpet made a sudden bank leftward, creased and wrinkled at the corner due to not being built with a corner in mind, and then ended at a pile of... refuse? Belongings? Really it was hard to tell; some of the objects looked valuable, others looked inane, some simply looked inoperable or junked. Some bugfrags were mixed in with the large pile, alongside a blue, glinting object...
None of that was as important to Rachna, however, as the giant, angry virus in front of her. "You! So you're the one who turned the lights back on! The one who fixed the panel network!" The virus raged. Rachna gazed at its' form as it talked, taking in its' details-- it was like a supersized version of the virus she had seen before, only far, far more corrupted.
Unlike the other virus, however, this one seemed strengthened by it, rather than weakened. Its' chitinous plates were fused together into some sort of armored bulk by a purple ichor, six spindly legs carrying its' bulky torso. At the front of its' horizontally-slanted carapace sat a smooth-skinned, pointed head, with two beady eyes offset by a small mouth below them. Any netbattler could tell you the horror stories about these viruses, how they were abominations, stronger than all of the other families. Hackers would praise their intelligence and incredible potential, glorifying the nuances of how their code was put together. Both groups referred to them by the same name, however. The same deadly, foreboding name.
The Scuttle family.
"I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU! YOU'LL DIE FOR KILLING MY BABY!" The Scuttler Queen roared before Rachna, stomping the ground with its' front legs in a rage. A small shockwave rippled outward, displacing the terrain, and Rachna leapt over it.
BOSS BATTLE: BEGIN
Queen Scuttler: 1000
Rachna: 80 (On carpet)
--Terrain--
40% Red Carpet (Easily set aflame)(Where Rachna is standing, and the path she took to get here)
60% Normal (The rest of the battlefield is covered in purple, server-esque corrupted objects placed a small distance away from each other. Rachna would be able to slip between them, and the terrain they are on is otherwise normal. Which is odd, considering. The objects are bookcase-sized.)
The corrupted objects grew more and more dense as Rachna continued her jaunt further and further in, some varying in shape and size-- stages of maturity, perhaps? --as though the ones she was passing were older than those near the edge. ...The "edge"? Then was Rachna approaching a center of some sort? Is that where the red carpet lead?
Rachna received her answer soon enough at the end of the red carpet. The carpet made a sudden bank leftward, creased and wrinkled at the corner due to not being built with a corner in mind, and then ended at a pile of... refuse? Belongings? Really it was hard to tell; some of the objects looked valuable, others looked inane, some simply looked inoperable or junked. Some bugfrags were mixed in with the large pile, alongside a blue, glinting object...
None of that was as important to Rachna, however, as the giant, angry virus in front of her. "You! So you're the one who turned the lights back on! The one who fixed the panel network!" The virus raged. Rachna gazed at its' form as it talked, taking in its' details-- it was like a supersized version of the virus she had seen before, only far, far more corrupted.
Unlike the other virus, however, this one seemed strengthened by it, rather than weakened. Its' chitinous plates were fused together into some sort of armored bulk by a purple ichor, six spindly legs carrying its' bulky torso. At the front of its' horizontally-slanted carapace sat a smooth-skinned, pointed head, with two beady eyes offset by a small mouth below them. Any netbattler could tell you the horror stories about these viruses, how they were abominations, stronger than all of the other families. Hackers would praise their intelligence and incredible potential, glorifying the nuances of how their code was put together. Both groups referred to them by the same name, however. The same deadly, foreboding name.
The Scuttle family.
"I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU! YOU'LL DIE FOR KILLING MY BABY!" The Scuttler Queen roared before Rachna, stomping the ground with its' front legs in a rage. A small shockwave rippled outward, displacing the terrain, and Rachna leapt over it.
BOSS BATTLE: BEGIN
Queen Scuttler: 1000
Rachna: 80 (On carpet)
--Terrain--
40% Red Carpet (Easily set aflame)(Where Rachna is standing, and the path she took to get here)
60% Normal (The rest of the battlefield is covered in purple, server-esque corrupted objects placed a small distance away from each other. Rachna would be able to slip between them, and the terrain they are on is otherwise normal. Which is odd, considering. The objects are bookcase-sized.)
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That...was a big bug.
A very big bug, with a body covered in glitches just like the one the prog had brought back before Rachna fixed the panel network. This one, however, wasn't falling apart. Far from it. It was also very angry at her for fixing the network, and not giving her any time to defend her actions. Not that Rachna thought she would be able to talk it out of attacking her if it did. She leapt over a shockwave it launched at her, then immediately ran for one of the server-like objects to the left of the carpet, hiding behind it.
"Ellen, just what am I dealing with here?" she asked quickly over a private line, hoping for an equally quick answer.
Ellen, noticing that her navi had suddenly started acting serious, and was starting to show early signs of panic, forced herself into a more alert state to the best of what ability sheer willpower would allow her. She studied the creature on her PET screen and picked up on what the graphic model of the virus implied. "It looks like a Scuttler. A very big one. But you probably already figured that part out." She recieved a quick word of assent from her navi, and continued. "Maybe it gorged itself on bugfrags and got really big like that," she suggested.
"Good to know," Rachna said offhand. Contrary to her words, that was all kinds of not good. A Scuttler that wasn't falling apart was bad enough. This was quickly looking impossible. But maybe there was something. She conjured a glowing sphere that was otherwise almost completely harmless and threw it at the corrupted virus from around the side of the server object, then summoned a copy of herself to stand where she was hiding. Once it materialized, she made a break for another server object, closer to the pile of junk data and hopefully not where the virus would be attacking next. "Anything else?"
"Well, I've been picking up tiny data traces ever since you dropped into this area, and I think this thing's the source of them."
"Wow, you were actually paying attention to something like that?"
Silence for a brief moment. "Actually, I...didn't notice until now," Ellen admitted. "But the PET's been picking them up ever since you attacked that rip."
Rachna pondered this, wondering whether or not that would actually be helpful in some way. As she did, she poked her head out from behind the server object just enough to get a glimpse at the waste pile. The same object caught her eye that had before she had been forced to pay more attention to the giant bug-ridden bug. Something blue, and glinting in the light. She couldn't tell what it was from where she was, but perhaps a bit of magic could help that. Looking to see that the angry virus wasn't about to find her and tear her to pieces on the spot, she attempted to pull the object toward her with a bit of magic-powered wind.
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1. Move behind one of the server-like objects
*Sundry: Passive 5 Damage
2, Copy: Create Decoy at current position
3. Move behind another server-like object
*Gust: Attempt to pull blue glinting object out of junk pile and, if possible, to Rachna
A very big bug, with a body covered in glitches just like the one the prog had brought back before Rachna fixed the panel network. This one, however, wasn't falling apart. Far from it. It was also very angry at her for fixing the network, and not giving her any time to defend her actions. Not that Rachna thought she would be able to talk it out of attacking her if it did. She leapt over a shockwave it launched at her, then immediately ran for one of the server-like objects to the left of the carpet, hiding behind it.
"Ellen, just what am I dealing with here?" she asked quickly over a private line, hoping for an equally quick answer.
Ellen, noticing that her navi had suddenly started acting serious, and was starting to show early signs of panic, forced herself into a more alert state to the best of what ability sheer willpower would allow her. She studied the creature on her PET screen and picked up on what the graphic model of the virus implied. "It looks like a Scuttler. A very big one. But you probably already figured that part out." She recieved a quick word of assent from her navi, and continued. "Maybe it gorged itself on bugfrags and got really big like that," she suggested.
"Good to know," Rachna said offhand. Contrary to her words, that was all kinds of not good. A Scuttler that wasn't falling apart was bad enough. This was quickly looking impossible. But maybe there was something. She conjured a glowing sphere that was otherwise almost completely harmless and threw it at the corrupted virus from around the side of the server object, then summoned a copy of herself to stand where she was hiding. Once it materialized, she made a break for another server object, closer to the pile of junk data and hopefully not where the virus would be attacking next. "Anything else?"
"Well, I've been picking up tiny data traces ever since you dropped into this area, and I think this thing's the source of them."
"Wow, you were actually paying attention to something like that?"
Silence for a brief moment. "Actually, I...didn't notice until now," Ellen admitted. "But the PET's been picking them up ever since you attacked that rip."
Rachna pondered this, wondering whether or not that would actually be helpful in some way. As she did, she poked her head out from behind the server object just enough to get a glimpse at the waste pile. The same object caught her eye that had before she had been forced to pay more attention to the giant bug-ridden bug. Something blue, and glinting in the light. She couldn't tell what it was from where she was, but perhaps a bit of magic could help that. Looking to see that the angry virus wasn't about to find her and tear her to pieces on the spot, she attempted to pull the object toward her with a bit of magic-powered wind.
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1. Move behind one of the server-like objects
*Sundry: Passive 5 Damage
2, Copy: Create Decoy at current position
3. Move behind another server-like object
*Gust: Attempt to pull blue glinting object out of junk pile and, if possible, to Rachna
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Rachna pokes the enormous virus with a disk of energy. This turns out to not be a smart idea, as the Queen Scuttler lunges, thrusting one of her long, sharpened claws into the space where Rachna... has a decoy, which is easily rent in two by the massive, deadly appendage.
Rachna meanwhile works on prying free the blue object in the pile, but it seems to be a bit too stuck for that, wobbling about as Rachna's Gust struggles to pull it free.
"Where are you...? Come out... come out and DIE!" The Scuttler roars loudly, shaking the entire area with the sound of her "voice". Rachna isn't sure, but she swears she can hear it crawling over the top of the servers, searching for her.
Queen Scuttler: 995
Rachna: 80
--Terrain--
40% Red Carpet (Easily set aflame)
60% Normal (The rest of the battlefield is covered in purple, server-esque corrupted objects placed a small distance away from each other. Rachna would be able to slip between them, and the terrain they are on is otherwise normal. Which is odd, considering. The objects are bookcase-sized.)
Rachna meanwhile works on prying free the blue object in the pile, but it seems to be a bit too stuck for that, wobbling about as Rachna's Gust struggles to pull it free.
"Where are you...? Come out... come out and DIE!" The Scuttler roars loudly, shaking the entire area with the sound of her "voice". Rachna isn't sure, but she swears she can hear it crawling over the top of the servers, searching for her.
Queen Scuttler: 995
Rachna: 80
--Terrain--
40% Red Carpet (Easily set aflame)
60% Normal (The rest of the battlefield is covered in purple, server-esque corrupted objects placed a small distance away from each other. Rachna would be able to slip between them, and the terrain they are on is otherwise normal. Which is odd, considering. The objects are bookcase-sized.)
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The object, predictably, did little more than wobble a little from Rachna's attempts to coax it out of the pile. And yet her inability to easily get her hands on it only made her want to know more what it was. "Hey, I'm about to do something really stupid," she said, reopening the private line. "I'm probably gonna need that webby thing, just in case." For the moment, she didn't care what the actual name of the chip was, so long as Ellen understood what she was talking about. So 'webby thing' was good enough.
"What are you doing?" Ellen asked.
"I just said. Something stupid." Rachna heard Ellen sighing on the other end, but she still sent the chip as requested. She took a deep breath, realizing that what she was about to do would be even more stupid if the shiny blue object in the pile turned out to be something completely inconsequential.
She made a break for the pile, making no effort to hide her position but not openly announcing it, either. Once there, she stopped, turning on the spot and throwing up her hand in the direction she had just came from. She would only get one shot at this, and for a brief moment sorely wished that she hadn't given away the Guard chip she had used earlier. Hopefully, however, this would hold off the Scuttle Queen for the few seconds it would take to do anything else. She waited long enough to give the massive virus time to approach, then forced a compressed burst of energy through her hand, in hopes of blasting back anything approaching her.
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1. Move to junk pile
*Gust: Knockback to Scuttle Queen
-Splice-
"What are you doing?" Ellen asked.
"I just said. Something stupid." Rachna heard Ellen sighing on the other end, but she still sent the chip as requested. She took a deep breath, realizing that what she was about to do would be even more stupid if the shiny blue object in the pile turned out to be something completely inconsequential.
She made a break for the pile, making no effort to hide her position but not openly announcing it, either. Once there, she stopped, turning on the spot and throwing up her hand in the direction she had just came from. She would only get one shot at this, and for a brief moment sorely wished that she hadn't given away the Guard chip she had used earlier. Hopefully, however, this would hold off the Scuttle Queen for the few seconds it would take to do anything else. She waited long enough to give the massive virus time to approach, then forced a compressed burst of energy through her hand, in hopes of blasting back anything approaching her.
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1. Move to junk pile
*Gust: Knockback to Scuttle Queen
-Splice-
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Rachna makes a mad dash for the pile, dodging most of the junk surrounding it--
--before stepping directly on a bugfrag that breaks into even buggier frags with a loud 'crack'. The Scuttler Queen whirls around, rage filling her eyes, and roars. "FOUND YOOOU!" Rather than bother with making her way around the "eggs", she leaps into the air in a direct lunge after Rachna...
...Which gives her the perfect opportunity to blast the Queen back through the air, causing her to crash loudly (And if the sounds are any indication, to break) into some objects off into the distance. The following roar sounds even more frenzied than before.
Queen Scuttler: 995 (off in distance)
Rachna: 80 (Near pile)
--Terrain--
10% Junk Pile (At end of carpet) (Yes 110%)
40% Red Carpet (Easily set aflame)
60% Normal (The rest of the battlefield is covered in purple, server-esque corrupted objects placed a small distance away from each other. Rachna would be able to slip between them, and the terrain they are on is otherwise normal. Which is odd, considering. The objects are bookcase-sized.)
--before stepping directly on a bugfrag that breaks into even buggier frags with a loud 'crack'. The Scuttler Queen whirls around, rage filling her eyes, and roars. "FOUND YOOOU!" Rather than bother with making her way around the "eggs", she leaps into the air in a direct lunge after Rachna...
...Which gives her the perfect opportunity to blast the Queen back through the air, causing her to crash loudly (And if the sounds are any indication, to break) into some objects off into the distance. The following roar sounds even more frenzied than before.
Queen Scuttler: 995 (off in distance)
Rachna: 80 (Near pile)
--Terrain--
10% Junk Pile (At end of carpet) (Yes 110%)
40% Red Carpet (Easily set aflame)
60% Normal (The rest of the battlefield is covered in purple, server-esque corrupted objects placed a small distance away from each other. Rachna would be able to slip between them, and the terrain they are on is otherwise normal. Which is odd, considering. The objects are bookcase-sized.)