edited: added name for sig attack
posted in New Users/Rebirths •
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RE: Kagari Saturday and Septatem.EXE
Kagari Saturday and Septatem.EXE
Level 0
Kagari Saturday
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22
Female
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Picture
Her hair messily flows about her body; she does not bother to cut or trim. Her face is childish but gaunt, and her body, in stark contrast with her youthful face, is developed. It's not particularly apparent since she looks practically anorexic, though. Most striking of her features are her red eyes. Not like flame or like blood, but a deep, velvety red...
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Kagari is, in short, a sociopath. She was bound to a bed for the past six years, being partially paralyzed and prone to self-harm. She still occasionally is admitted into the emergency room on account of her habit of biting anything she can reach to reaffirm that she can feel. Her greatest need is for someone to depend on her, but she is always depending on others. To this end, she has made a compromise: All those around her must become codependent. She pulls strings in their minds to make them so, and her mental condition has only worsened. Even though she's pretty cuckoo, she manages to pass as a normal person most of the time.
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Her PET is a calming forest green. She hates it.
Septatem.EXE
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100 HP
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Female
Wood/Guts
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Picture
In order to describe Septatem in three words, one would call her a "purple alligator knight". Her breastplate is split into three sections: Left and right with four spikes going down vertically, and a middle section. On her left arm is a pauldron that extends down to her assault rifle/sniper rifle/cannon hybrid arm. Her right arm is just as a normal arm, except she wears a typical gauntlet. She wears a tasset that is held up by itself. The two parts that cover her outer thighs hold each other up by an x-shaped belt connection. Her left leg is adorned by a knee-high boot with a high heel, whilst her right leg's foot is adorned by a high-heeled high top. She has a tail that consists of alternating chain links getting smaller until it ends in a blade. She wears an alligator hat type thing. Also, she's 1.8m - 6ft.
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Septatem's earnest and bright and very sincere. Her favorite thing to do is to pat those smaller than her on the head. It's often questioned how she could end up with such a beautiful and unmarred heart with such a psycho operator, but that question as of yet is unanswered. If she's not smiling gently, she's crying from deep down in her heart for the pain of others. She doesn't seem to feel any mental or emotional pain, which has puzzled many.
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Her custom weapon is her giant assault rifle/sniper rifle/cannon hybrid. She can whack others with it or shoot out a cyan pulse laser.
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Sabbath Cannon
Her signature attack is one in which her left arm's panels burst outwards and the gunthing expands greatly. There's no need for even sights when the steady stream of solid photon beam emitted from the barrel of the gunthing is huge enough that it can hit anything in a large radius. It is assumed that cancer patients who survive this attack are cured.
50 Null/Knockback [60]
NaviCust
Undershirt, HP+50
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NotEquipped
N/A
Inventory
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0z
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MiniEnergy x2
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Cannon x1
Shotgun x1
Rageclaw x1
Vulcan1 x1
posted in New Users/Rebirths •
Kagari Saturday
--
22
Female
--
Picture
Her hair messily flows about her body; she does not bother to cut or trim. Her face is childish but gaunt, and her body, in stark contrast with her youthful face, is developed. It's not particularly apparent since she looks practically anorexic, though. Most striking of her features are her red eyes. Not like flame or like blood, but a deep, velvety red...
--
Kagari is, in short, a sociopath. She was bound to a bed for the past six years, being partially paralyzed and prone to self-harm. She still occasionally is admitted into the emergency room on account of her habit of biting anything she can reach to reaffirm that she can feel. Her greatest need is for someone to depend on her, but she is always depending on others. To this end, she has made a compromise: All those around her must become codependent. She pulls strings in their minds to make them so, and her mental condition has only worsened. Even though she's pretty cuckoo, she manages to pass as a normal person most of the time.
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Her PET is a calming forest green. She hates it.
Septatem.EXE
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100 HP
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Female
Wood/Guts
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Picture
In order to describe Septatem in three words, one would call her a "purple alligator knight". Her breastplate is split into three sections: Left and right with four spikes going down vertically, and a middle section. On her left arm is a pauldron that extends down to her assault rifle/sniper rifle/cannon hybrid arm. Her right arm is just as a normal arm, except she wears a typical gauntlet. She wears a tasset that is held up by itself. The two parts that cover her outer thighs hold each other up by an x-shaped belt connection. Her left leg is adorned by a knee-high boot with a high heel, whilst her right leg's foot is adorned by a high-heeled high top. She has a tail that consists of alternating chain links getting smaller until it ends in a blade. She wears an alligator hat type thing. Also, she's 1.8m - 6ft.
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Septatem's earnest and bright and very sincere. Her favorite thing to do is to pat those smaller than her on the head. It's often questioned how she could end up with such a beautiful and unmarred heart with such a psycho operator, but that question as of yet is unanswered. If she's not smiling gently, she's crying from deep down in her heart for the pain of others. She doesn't seem to feel any mental or emotional pain, which has puzzled many.
--
Her custom weapon is her giant assault rifle/sniper rifle/cannon hybrid. She can whack others with it or shoot out a cyan pulse laser.
--
Sabbath Cannon
Her signature attack is one in which her left arm's panels burst outwards and the gunthing expands greatly. There's no need for even sights when the steady stream of solid photon beam emitted from the barrel of the gunthing is huge enough that it can hit anything in a large radius. It is assumed that cancer patients who survive this attack are cured.
50 Null/Knockback [60]
NaviCust
Undershirt, HP+50
--
NotEquipped
N/A
Inventory
--
0z
--
MiniEnergy x2
--
Cannon x1
Shotgun x1
Rageclaw x1
Vulcan1 x1
RE: Hellooooo!
Yes, sorry for the rude question. I saw 79 guests earlier. As such, it's safe to assume you're alive.
posted in Welcome Center •
RE: Hellooooo!
Is this place still alive?
'Cause I got bored and remembered it.
posted in Welcome Center •
'Cause I got bored and remembered it.
Empire's End
A/N: I would have liked making a series of videos for this because I wanted to set the final scene (not written yet) to the TaJaDor theme, except I probably wouldn't be able to find enough voice actors nor would I make a good narrator.
-----Some events are not meant to be understood.
-----It is not fate that brings these events to pass, so abstracted in their nature even the greatest of historians could not ascertain their purpose.
-----Wars, famines, grudges held over generations — these are constant. And yet, not understandable.
They center
around
one person.
Always.
The important person of that time. The "Emperor."
CHAPTER ONE
The Lion Curls its Lips
It was an everyday, ordinary scene. Just another day in the lives of the modern people. Young adults bustling about, young adults studying, young adults frantically pulling their hair while studying, and all-out war being waged between two people (and two digital entities). This scene was the ACDC College Plaza. Two young men were surrounded by a crowd of people, either cheering or booing. And the two young men surrounded what might be mistaken for a table with some sort of translucent plastic hemisphere covering it. Of course, no one in those times could possibly do so! After all, the netbattling arena was only the staple of the staple sport! It was a staple staple!
More importantly, inside the arena. A simple NormalNavi model stood without emotion, its blank stare aimed at the stylish navi across it. That navi's most defining feature was probably the feathered trilby over its jagged, equally blank countenance. Both of the navis' arms hung limply at their sides.
Count
Down 321GO!
Those three numbers and single word passed by in an instant, and even more instantaneously these navis went flying at each other. The NormalNavi quickly cross-countered a punch by the trilby-donning navi to the face with one to its opponent's arm. Chunks of data flew off. The NormalNavi's opponent didn't flinch, however, and launched a roundhouse kick to the NormalNavi's side, sending it flying to the trilby-wearer's left, who immediately threw himself in that direction — a tackle.
It's a guaranteed hit, inertia and gravity locking the NormalNavi in place.
But — that NormalNavi, a mere NormalNavi! Its body twisted in mid-flight, and as the trilby navi passed by on its trip now not to slamming the NormalNavi, but to the ground, that stupid hat-wearing idiot saw what appeared to be the faintest smirk on his rival's face.
These actions, described so slowly. These actions, so detailed, with the most immense amount of little implications in each movement. They did not pass by in a few minutes, or even one, or even half of one. Not even ten seconds. Just a few, or a couple. Navis, being data, have no real physical limit. So they move at a rate a normal human cannot. In fact, these movements are impossible for an unfocused human eye to follow.
It was but a blur to most of the bystanders, but they wailed and screamed in excitement after the NormalNavi landed gracefully and the hatted navi hit the ground silently. A few seconds passed of no action while the noise died down.
The two operators gazed at each other as their navis recovered from the shock of those first intense few seconds. The one with the wild, untamed almost-mullet and dandelion vest shook his head. "How'd you do that with a NormalNavi? Their physical attributes are low, to say the least."
The operator across from him, with shaggy, black, gelled-back and spiky hair and an almost completely unbuttoned oxford shirt shrugged. "AirShot, twice. Why didn't you use any BattleChips is the question. Oh, hey, ladies." With a wink. Apparently he loves to solicit women. A couple of the spectators left, apparently due to the smug operator's untoward behavior.
Operator One shrugged in turn. "Trump, are you really gonna go through with this?"
Trump Scorper grinned. "So long as you really think you're going to win, Gary, you're not going to be able to get me in your stupid club!"
Gary Prattil tossed back some friendly banter in order to rile up the crowd. "The Sexy Club would be glad to have you, but only if you're a bit more modest! Now, let's go, Victor! Slot-in, MagnetSeed!"
Victor lunged his arm out just as a grenade-like thing materialized in his hand, lobbing it at the NormalNavi across from him. This would be a bad idea — less of the field would become "magnet," if not for the following BattleChip Slot-in!
"Slot-in," cried Gary, "MachineGun2!"
Normally, the BattleChip "MachineGun2" would be heavily inaccurate. In fact, most of its shots would not even connect with the opponent, no matter his or her attempts to dodge. However, this situation was different. The one part of the field that was magnetized...
...Was the ground beneath Trump's NormalNavi's feet.
Naturally, metal bullets would fly directly to that NormalNavi if they were anywhere near it.
This was an irreversible situation. Absolutely hopeless. The bullets raced towards their mark, and...
"Slot-in,
AreaGrab."
Trump stuck a BattleChip in Gary's PET. His NormalNavi whistled a bit and stepped back.
At that moment, Victor was jerked to the point of the bullets' intersection. A loud noise would have been heard (screaming, pain, the sound of a navi's near deletion) if not for Gary quickly jacking out. A loud noise was heard anyways. Gary stomped over to the other side of the arena, where Trump had quickly retreated.
"What the hell was that?!" he screamed, continuing with various profanities.
Smiling dimly, Gary said, "Hey, I didn't want to join your stupid club, after all."
Gary raised his fist to punch Trump in the face. He found himself shaking, hesitating for a fraction of a second.
This was enough for Trump to kick Gary in the groin and run off, blowing kisses to everything he passed which looked female.
"Damn you," Gary wheezed, clutching his stomach, "I'll get you to join my Sexy Club someday...!"
=One-Fourth Point (Intermission)=
posted in Fanart and FanFiction •
-----Some events are not meant to be understood.
-----It is not fate that brings these events to pass, so abstracted in their nature even the greatest of historians could not ascertain their purpose.
-----Wars, famines, grudges held over generations — these are constant. And yet, not understandable.
They center
around
one person.
Always.
The important person of that time. The "Emperor."
CHAPTER ONE
The Lion Curls its Lips
It was an everyday, ordinary scene. Just another day in the lives of the modern people. Young adults bustling about, young adults studying, young adults frantically pulling their hair while studying, and all-out war being waged between two people (and two digital entities). This scene was the ACDC College Plaza. Two young men were surrounded by a crowd of people, either cheering or booing. And the two young men surrounded what might be mistaken for a table with some sort of translucent plastic hemisphere covering it. Of course, no one in those times could possibly do so! After all, the netbattling arena was only the staple of the staple sport! It was a staple staple!
More importantly, inside the arena. A simple NormalNavi model stood without emotion, its blank stare aimed at the stylish navi across it. That navi's most defining feature was probably the feathered trilby over its jagged, equally blank countenance. Both of the navis' arms hung limply at their sides.
Count
Down 321GO!
Those three numbers and single word passed by in an instant, and even more instantaneously these navis went flying at each other. The NormalNavi quickly cross-countered a punch by the trilby-donning navi to the face with one to its opponent's arm. Chunks of data flew off. The NormalNavi's opponent didn't flinch, however, and launched a roundhouse kick to the NormalNavi's side, sending it flying to the trilby-wearer's left, who immediately threw himself in that direction — a tackle.
It's a guaranteed hit, inertia and gravity locking the NormalNavi in place.
But — that NormalNavi, a mere NormalNavi! Its body twisted in mid-flight, and as the trilby navi passed by on its trip now not to slamming the NormalNavi, but to the ground, that stupid hat-wearing idiot saw what appeared to be the faintest smirk on his rival's face.
These actions, described so slowly. These actions, so detailed, with the most immense amount of little implications in each movement. They did not pass by in a few minutes, or even one, or even half of one. Not even ten seconds. Just a few, or a couple. Navis, being data, have no real physical limit. So they move at a rate a normal human cannot. In fact, these movements are impossible for an unfocused human eye to follow.
It was but a blur to most of the bystanders, but they wailed and screamed in excitement after the NormalNavi landed gracefully and the hatted navi hit the ground silently. A few seconds passed of no action while the noise died down.
The two operators gazed at each other as their navis recovered from the shock of those first intense few seconds. The one with the wild, untamed almost-mullet and dandelion vest shook his head. "How'd you do that with a NormalNavi? Their physical attributes are low, to say the least."
The operator across from him, with shaggy, black, gelled-back and spiky hair and an almost completely unbuttoned oxford shirt shrugged. "AirShot, twice. Why didn't you use any BattleChips is the question. Oh, hey, ladies." With a wink. Apparently he loves to solicit women. A couple of the spectators left, apparently due to the smug operator's untoward behavior.
Operator One shrugged in turn. "Trump, are you really gonna go through with this?"
Trump Scorper grinned. "So long as you really think you're going to win, Gary, you're not going to be able to get me in your stupid club!"
Gary Prattil tossed back some friendly banter in order to rile up the crowd. "The Sexy Club would be glad to have you, but only if you're a bit more modest! Now, let's go, Victor! Slot-in, MagnetSeed!"
Victor lunged his arm out just as a grenade-like thing materialized in his hand, lobbing it at the NormalNavi across from him. This would be a bad idea — less of the field would become "magnet," if not for the following BattleChip Slot-in!
"Slot-in," cried Gary, "MachineGun2!"
Normally, the BattleChip "MachineGun2" would be heavily inaccurate. In fact, most of its shots would not even connect with the opponent, no matter his or her attempts to dodge. However, this situation was different. The one part of the field that was magnetized...
...Was the ground beneath Trump's NormalNavi's feet.
Naturally, metal bullets would fly directly to that NormalNavi if they were anywhere near it.
This was an irreversible situation. Absolutely hopeless. The bullets raced towards their mark, and...
"Slot-in,
AreaGrab."
Trump stuck a BattleChip in Gary's PET. His NormalNavi whistled a bit and stepped back.
At that moment, Victor was jerked to the point of the bullets' intersection. A loud noise would have been heard (screaming, pain, the sound of a navi's near deletion) if not for Gary quickly jacking out. A loud noise was heard anyways. Gary stomped over to the other side of the arena, where Trump had quickly retreated.
"What the hell was that?!" he screamed, continuing with various profanities.
Smiling dimly, Gary said, "Hey, I didn't want to join your stupid club, after all."
Gary raised his fist to punch Trump in the face. He found himself shaking, hesitating for a fraction of a second.
This was enough for Trump to kick Gary in the groin and run off, blowing kisses to everything he passed which looked female.
"Damn you," Gary wheezed, clutching his stomach, "I'll get you to join my Sexy Club someday...!"
=One-Fourth Point (Intermission)=
RE: Hellooooo!
Thanks to all of you! RE:RN is a pretty old community and I hope it'll keep going on even further (even though Mega Man is as good as ... I must not speak those words!)
posted in Welcome Center •
Hellooooo!
No, I am not terrible, nor am I a Boxbot (If you didn't get it, that's fine).
This will be a short introduction.
Ahem...
I live in an apple on a pirate ship. My name is (Blank) (Blank) and my favorite food is cheese ball. If you know what MMBNO is (alas, poor Yorick) you probably know who I am.
If you don't know either or one or the other, too bad. I don't know how to explain who I am, because that is arguably the most abstract inquiry in existence.
posted in Welcome Center •
This will be a short introduction.
Ahem...
I live in an apple on a pirate ship. My name is (Blank) (Blank) and my favorite food is cheese ball. If you know what MMBNO is (alas, poor Yorick) you probably know who I am.
If you don't know either or one or the other, too bad. I don't know how to explain who I am, because that is arguably the most abstract inquiry in existence.