As the smoke cleared from the small explosion surrounding Shuffle, he coughed, releasing a small puff of smoke out of his mouth. "How the hell did that thing's aim get so good all of a sudden?" He asked, bewildered. Shuffle gazed on the Beetank, looking entirely worse for wear across the battlefield, and mumbled curiously to himself.
Finally, Ralta appeared behind him. "I'm ba-" And then got hit on the head. "-Uehh?!" She cried out after Shuffle's hand had bopped her on the top of her noggin. "What was that for!?"
Shuffle sighed, grabbed her head, and turned it toward the Beetank. "You missed!" He grumbled, an irritated look on his face.
"What, but- but-" Ralta stammered, putting together what had happened through Shuffle's lower HP count and the Beetank's 5 HP. "Ooooh--!! I'll fix this, you just stay here!" She yelled, angrily, before hopping up over the control dome and hucking more daggers at the Beetank across the way. One, two, three, four, five, six... wait, how many daggers was she going to hurl at it? She couldn't throw out that many attacks each turn--
So when she disappeared a moment later, along with all but three of her daggers, Shuffle sighed and nodded to himself. Yep, that was Ralta...
X: 2 of Spades @ Beetank (3 x 5 + Slashing)
1-3: Dodge any incoming attacks
1-3 Part 2: Don't somehow get hit by a slow-moving, predictable bomb attack despite specifically trying to dodge it
Every day I'm...
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As Ralta took matters into her own hands and launched a pointy assault on the final virus, the Beetank saw its own inevitable demise coming and launched a final bomb an instant before the sharp implements made their way into its hull. To his credit, Shuffle avoided the bomb cleanly, but seemed to underestimate the projectile's blast radius. The explosion barely caught him from behind and threw him forward, landing flat on the ground before he could dive out of the way.
-- ENEMIES --
Beetank: DELETED
Momogra A: DELETED
Momogra B: DELETED
Momogra C: DELETED
-- OBJECTS --
Control Dome: 20 HP [IronBody] (Middle)
-- TERRAIN --
25% Furnace
20% Ice, 5% Cracked
20% Grass, 5% Cracked
20% Solar, 5% Cracked
BATTLE 2 COMPLETE!
-- NAVIGATOR --
Shuffle.EXE: 70 HP
Rewards:
Mole1
360z
-- ENEMIES --
Beetank: DELETED
Momogra A: DELETED
Momogra B: DELETED
Momogra C: DELETED
-- OBJECTS --
Control Dome: 20 HP [IronBody] (Middle)
-- TERRAIN --
25% Furnace
20% Ice, 5% Cracked
20% Grass, 5% Cracked
20% Solar, 5% Cracked
BATTLE 2 COMPLETE!
-- NAVIGATOR --
Shuffle.EXE: 70 HP
Rewards:
Mole1
360z
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"Hey, BOB, you done with that poker game yet?" Shuffle asked irritatedly.
"What poker game, Shuffle?" BOB retorted, his small chuckles clearly audible over the line. "I am guessing you have somewhere you want me to go?"
Shuffle nodded at that. "Yeah. Jack me out and we'll talk about it."
"Very well." With naught but those simple words, Shuffle disappeared from the Net in a beam of light.
...A few moments later, Ralta reappeared. "Okay, I'm back-" She paused. "Wait. Where did you go?! SHUFFLEEEEEEEE!"
[Jacked Out]
"What poker game, Shuffle?" BOB retorted, his small chuckles clearly audible over the line. "I am guessing you have somewhere you want me to go?"
Shuffle nodded at that. "Yeah. Jack me out and we'll talk about it."
"Very well." With naught but those simple words, Shuffle disappeared from the Net in a beam of light.
...A few moments later, Ralta reappeared. "Okay, I'm back-" She paused. "Wait. Where did you go?! SHUFFLEEEEEEEE!"
[Jacked Out]
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whoof whoof whoof whoof whoof A multitude-- nay, a horde of playing cards came swarming in towards this particular location in NetVegas, all of them eventually clumping together in the shape of a man striking a pose. A few moments later the card-figure burst, scattering playing cards everywhere, and Shuffle was left in its' place.
He took a couple of confident steps forward. "Alright, let's-" THWACK! "Owwww!" Shuffle groaned, whirling upon his attacker.
In front of him, or rather slightly below him stood his attacker, Ralta, her cheeks puffed up and an angry expression on her face.
"Oh, hi Ralta!" Shuffle grinned, earning him another smack on the head. "Gggh-! Cut that crap out!"
"You left me behind!" Ralta yelled, punching him in the chest. Blow after blow, Ralta continued to rain not-really-painful punches on him, irritatedly rambling about how she had to have BOB pull her out because she couldn't move, and she's not a navi so she couldn't do anything, and she nearly fragmented because blah blah blah blah blah. Shuffle had stopped listening after the first 5 seconds, and now stood idly picking at his ear. So Ralta punched him again.
"I thought I was going to diiiiiiiie!" She yelled.
"Yeah, yeah. You're not a fully-functioning program anyway. Listen-- who is that?" Shuffle asked, pointing across the way at a blonde-haired woman in military fatigues. At his prodding, Ralta also looked over, then scratched her head curiously. "Don't recognize her. Why?"
"Because she's been staring at me since we jacked in." Shuffle replied with a shrug. As if on cue, the woman trotted over, a flirtatious looking grin on her face. She tugged down the zipper on her fatigues a bit, exposing some of her cleavage, and then leaned forward... exposing even more. "Hiiiii, Master!" She giggled air-headedly, staring into Shuffle's eyes.
Shuffle stared back at her.
She stared back at him.
So he stared back at her more.
So she licked her lips and kept staring.
So he stared at her some more.
Finally, after this had gone on for about five minutes, neither of them moving and Ralta confusedly looking back and forth between the two, the woman's grin abruptly soured, and she turned away with a scoff. "Bo~ring." She sighed, zipping her fatigues up.
Shuffle blinked a couple of times, then looked up, towards BOB. "Did you program this one, BOB?" he asked, pointing.
BOB's reply was fairly swift. "I did, yes. Why do you ask?"
"She's a little kooky. You didn't mess up the programming again, did you? And why are all my cards so far female, anyway?" Shuffle said, tone growing slightly accusatory near the end.
"Coincidence, I assure you. More importantly, I couldn't come up with a name for her, so I have left that to you. Good luck!" Shuffle felt him forcibly close the line on the far side.
"Hey, you! Blonde!" Shuffle yelled out, a little irritated. The woman turned and pointed at herself, making a "me?" face and sticking her tongue out. "Yeah, you! What's your signature file named?"
"...Patchprog. Why?" She asked, taking another step closer.
"Sweet, your name's Patchie from now on." Shuffle said in reply, giving her a thumbs up. At that he abruptly turned around. "Arright then Patchie, let's see what you can do!" Shuffle waved the two cards behind him onward, dashing off in search of some viruses.
"Patchie" balked behind him, standing still in shock. Ralta merely giggled, running after him in pursuit. "Hurry up or you'll get left behind, 'Patchie'~!" she taunted.
He took a couple of confident steps forward. "Alright, let's-" THWACK! "Owwww!" Shuffle groaned, whirling upon his attacker.
In front of him, or rather slightly below him stood his attacker, Ralta, her cheeks puffed up and an angry expression on her face.
"Oh, hi Ralta!" Shuffle grinned, earning him another smack on the head. "Gggh-! Cut that crap out!"
"You left me behind!" Ralta yelled, punching him in the chest. Blow after blow, Ralta continued to rain not-really-painful punches on him, irritatedly rambling about how she had to have BOB pull her out because she couldn't move, and she's not a navi so she couldn't do anything, and she nearly fragmented because blah blah blah blah blah. Shuffle had stopped listening after the first 5 seconds, and now stood idly picking at his ear. So Ralta punched him again.
"I thought I was going to diiiiiiiie!" She yelled.
"Yeah, yeah. You're not a fully-functioning program anyway. Listen-- who is that?" Shuffle asked, pointing across the way at a blonde-haired woman in military fatigues. At his prodding, Ralta also looked over, then scratched her head curiously. "Don't recognize her. Why?"
"Because she's been staring at me since we jacked in." Shuffle replied with a shrug. As if on cue, the woman trotted over, a flirtatious looking grin on her face. She tugged down the zipper on her fatigues a bit, exposing some of her cleavage, and then leaned forward... exposing even more. "Hiiiii, Master!" She giggled air-headedly, staring into Shuffle's eyes.
Shuffle stared back at her.
She stared back at him.
So he stared back at her more.
So she licked her lips and kept staring.
So he stared at her some more.
Finally, after this had gone on for about five minutes, neither of them moving and Ralta confusedly looking back and forth between the two, the woman's grin abruptly soured, and she turned away with a scoff. "Bo~ring." She sighed, zipping her fatigues up.
Shuffle blinked a couple of times, then looked up, towards BOB. "Did you program this one, BOB?" he asked, pointing.
BOB's reply was fairly swift. "I did, yes. Why do you ask?"
"She's a little kooky. You didn't mess up the programming again, did you? And why are all my cards so far female, anyway?" Shuffle said, tone growing slightly accusatory near the end.
"Coincidence, I assure you. More importantly, I couldn't come up with a name for her, so I have left that to you. Good luck!" Shuffle felt him forcibly close the line on the far side.
"Hey, you! Blonde!" Shuffle yelled out, a little irritated. The woman turned and pointed at herself, making a "me?" face and sticking her tongue out. "Yeah, you! What's your signature file named?"
"...Patchprog. Why?" She asked, taking another step closer.
"Sweet, your name's Patchie from now on." Shuffle said in reply, giving her a thumbs up. At that he abruptly turned around. "Arright then Patchie, let's see what you can do!" Shuffle waved the two cards behind him onward, dashing off in search of some viruses.
"Patchie" balked behind him, standing still in shock. Ralta merely giggled, running after him in pursuit. "Hurry up or you'll get left behind, 'Patchie'~!" she taunted.
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Drrrrr.
What was that?
DRRRR.
Jackhammers? But why would... HOLY CRAP.
Shuffle had nearly been drilled over the head with a flying... no, bouncing, jackhammer virus! Two more had nearly impaled his companions from the head down but they had both backed swiftly out of the way.
...These guys were no laughing matter.
-ENEMY- (Front)
PogojackA: 80 HP (Snow)
PogojackB: 80 HP (Metal)
PogojackC: 80 HP (Coal)
-Terrain-
30% Cracked (Scattered)
20% Coal (to your left)
20% Metal (You are here)
20% Snow (to your right)
10% Glass (A sort of bridge that you can slide between Coal and Snow on)
-NAVI-
Shuffle.EXE: 100 HP
-BATTLE 1-
-ROUTINE, SET-
-EXECUTE-
What was that?
DRRRR.
Jackhammers? But why would... HOLY CRAP.
Shuffle had nearly been drilled over the head with a flying... no, bouncing, jackhammer virus! Two more had nearly impaled his companions from the head down but they had both backed swiftly out of the way.
...These guys were no laughing matter.
-ENEMY- (Front)
PogojackA: 80 HP (Snow)
PogojackB: 80 HP (Metal)
PogojackC: 80 HP (Coal)
-Terrain-
30% Cracked (Scattered)
20% Coal (to your left)
20% Metal (You are here)
20% Snow (to your right)
10% Glass (A sort of bridge that you can slide between Coal and Snow on)
-NAVI-
Shuffle.EXE: 100 HP
-BATTLE 1-
-ROUTINE, SET-
-EXECUTE-
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((YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE))
Patchie disappeared behind Shuffle as the battle routines kicked in, and the navi himself ducked neatly out of the way of the Pogojack, nearly sliding onto the coal terrain to his left. "Yeeh." Shuffle squeaked, stopping on his heels and turning back toward the Pogojack that had nearly impaled him. "They sure aren't wasting any time, are they?" He murmured discontentedly.
"I'll send some chips, sir." BOB noted over the line, followed by a series of clicks. Shuffle quirked an eyebrow at him, and a few seconds later a nervous little "...Shuffle." came out over the line.
The navi himself nodded, then raised an arm. "Ralta, get the furthest one for me, could you?" he asked, politely, as his arm tensed. A few seconds later a card came shooting out of it, into the air, and transformed in midair into a shotgun made of solid black metal; Shuffle grabbed it as it fell down into his grasp, and took aim at the two Pogojacks furthest from him, trying to line up a shot. He quickly realized that from where he was sitting, that probably wasn't going to work, and lowered the gun.
At the same time, Ralta, having just so narrowly dodged the nearer of the two Pogojacks, pulled free a pair of her signature daggers. "You got it, Shuffle!" She cheerily replied, turning toward the farther Pogojack and sending her two dirks spinning into the air towards it. She managed to turn and grin at him before she disappeared, a smirk-powered "Go get 'em!" being her parting response.
The moment she was out of the line of fire, Shuffle LEAPT forward, rolling toward the right, then came up with a bang, letting loose a hail of buckshot from the muzzle-end of the Shotgun, the weapon itself flipping out of his hands from the force. It whirled end-over-end through the air toward the coal, then disappeared just before striking ground. The blast was aimed for both of the Pogojacks-- but somehow, Shuffle still didn't feel too safe.
So, keeping his eyes up and watching for any stray jackhammers headed his way, he tensed and crouched low, ready to jump away at the slightest provocation.
X: 2 of Spades: Two hits of 5 slashing @ Pogojack C (B Acc.)
1: Dodge forward/to the right: Try to line up Shotgun attack in the process.
2: Shotgun @ Pogojack B, C (50 + Spread 1, A Acc.)
3: Dodge (AAAAAAAA)
Patchie disappeared behind Shuffle as the battle routines kicked in, and the navi himself ducked neatly out of the way of the Pogojack, nearly sliding onto the coal terrain to his left. "Yeeh." Shuffle squeaked, stopping on his heels and turning back toward the Pogojack that had nearly impaled him. "They sure aren't wasting any time, are they?" He murmured discontentedly.
"I'll send some chips, sir." BOB noted over the line, followed by a series of clicks. Shuffle quirked an eyebrow at him, and a few seconds later a nervous little "...Shuffle." came out over the line.
The navi himself nodded, then raised an arm. "Ralta, get the furthest one for me, could you?" he asked, politely, as his arm tensed. A few seconds later a card came shooting out of it, into the air, and transformed in midair into a shotgun made of solid black metal; Shuffle grabbed it as it fell down into his grasp, and took aim at the two Pogojacks furthest from him, trying to line up a shot. He quickly realized that from where he was sitting, that probably wasn't going to work, and lowered the gun.
At the same time, Ralta, having just so narrowly dodged the nearer of the two Pogojacks, pulled free a pair of her signature daggers. "You got it, Shuffle!" She cheerily replied, turning toward the farther Pogojack and sending her two dirks spinning into the air towards it. She managed to turn and grin at him before she disappeared, a smirk-powered "Go get 'em!" being her parting response.
The moment she was out of the line of fire, Shuffle LEAPT forward, rolling toward the right, then came up with a bang, letting loose a hail of buckshot from the muzzle-end of the Shotgun, the weapon itself flipping out of his hands from the force. It whirled end-over-end through the air toward the coal, then disappeared just before striking ground. The blast was aimed for both of the Pogojacks-- but somehow, Shuffle still didn't feel too safe.
So, keeping his eyes up and watching for any stray jackhammers headed his way, he tensed and crouched low, ready to jump away at the slightest provocation.
X: 2 of Spades: Two hits of 5 slashing @ Pogojack C (B Acc.)
1: Dodge forward/to the right: Try to line up Shotgun attack in the process.
2: Shotgun @ Pogojack B, C (50 + Spread 1, A Acc.)
3: Dodge (AAAAAAAA)
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Shuffle's sudden dodge took him out of harm's way as one of the Pogojacks landed where he had just been standing. That virus took two hits from Ralta upon landing. Shuffle's follow up shotgun blast caught two of the viruses, damaging them both. They retaliated shortly after, as both tried to stomp him. He evaded one by a huge margin, and the other just plain missed by overshooting the mark.
--Enemy-- (Front)
PogojackA: 70 HP (Metal, where you started)
PogojackB: 30 HP (Cracked, behind you)
PogojackC: 25 HP (Cracked, next to you)
--Navi--
Shuffle.EXE: 100 HP (Snow)
--Terrain--
35% Cracked (Scattered)
20% Coal (to your left)
20% Metal (You are here)
15% Snow (to your right)
10% Glass (A sort of bridge that you can slide between Coal and Snow on)
--Enemy-- (Front)
PogojackA: 70 HP (Metal, where you started)
PogojackB: 30 HP (Cracked, behind you)
PogojackC: 25 HP (Cracked, next to you)
--Navi--
Shuffle.EXE: 100 HP (Snow)
--Terrain--
35% Cracked (Scattered)
20% Coal (to your left)
20% Metal (You are here)
15% Snow (to your right)
10% Glass (A sort of bridge that you can slide between Coal and Snow on)