As is the heavy traffic of the Net, it wasn't long beofre Jinnman ran into some bad apples. He halted in place, and assumed a fighting stance. "Jacob?" He asked, hoping he will be ready with Battle Chips. But Jinn's fears were unfounded, as Jacob slid into his chair, hearing his friend's cry for help. "Never fear, Jacob's here!" He annouced with a superhero's inflection.

"Battle Routine, Set!"

"Execute!"

The human was deciding which chips to use, notiong the distance between his Navi and the virii. "Keep your distance, Jinn. These guys fire shockwaves, but they're slower than you." "EVERYTHING'S slower than me, Jacob." "Cannon, Shotgun, Slot in!"

Jinn flew forward, loading the cannon shell into his morphed buster, gathering his aim at the closest Met. He shifted from the side to side in hopes to throw off the foe's accuracy. Pushed back by the recoil for firing the huge shot, the shell whizzed towards it's target, letting loose a small explosion on impact. As Jinnman caught his balance, his buster returned to normal, loaded with a plasma shotgun shell. Jinnman charged forward, flapping his butterfly wings furiously, zooming above another Met as he fired the Chip attack, showering it in energy.

Landing again, Jinn turned in a 180, facing the third Met. He paced his breathing, his wings generating static force. When it reached it's peak, he yelled as the voltage moved to his buster. "Thunder Thorns!" Arcs of electricity fired from his buster, closing in on the third Met like a claw trap, hoping to broil the Virus. He laughed, remembring the rush of fighting Virii.

Turn Summary-

1- Cannon Towards Met A (40 Damage)

2- Shotgun towards Met B (50 Damage, possible splash to Met C)

3- Thunder Thorns towards Met C (70 Elec Damage)

(It's good to be back!)

A beam of light landed in the Jack-In pad, as Jinnman took a few steps forward beforw flapping is butterfly wings and going itno a small hover. The navi sighed. It was like taking off your shoes after a long day. He proceeded to move forward, keeping his eye out for Virii to dispatch. His owner, on the other hand, was not as astute. Jacob had returned to the couch, playing his retro game. Jinnman sighed, knowing this was not the first time Jacob's attention failed. Jinnman continued to search.

(I can has battle?)

A dimly lit room. There's quite alot that can be gathered about someone's personality when you peer into a room. Dusty shelves mean that the owner is not very tidy, but the thin layer of dust proves he is not a neat freak. Waining food supplies show his sloth of going to the store, but inspires creativity with limited options. But where is this owner who keeps his home in such a state?

On his couch playing video games. Jacob sits there with only the glow of his tv as the blips of his retro game mixed with the sound of crickets. He feels engrossed as a monk who has attained enlightenment. On the side table was his PET, but it did not contain his Navi counterpart, Jinnman. He was jacked into a small toy helicopter, bringing it to motion. He kept himself enterained by flying around the room, pestering his owner as pranksters as him do. As the copter came to a landing on Jacob's head, a loud buzz came from the tv, signifing that his last life was gone and his game was over.

Jacob gave a sigh as he clicked on a lamp and turned off his tv. He pullged PET to the bottom of the copter, returning Jinnman to his home. The yellow clad Navi flashed on the screen, both giving a sigh of boredom. "Well, the night's still young. What do you want to do?" Jacob asked. After a few moments of thought, the Navi gave an anwser. "How about we check on the Net? I'm in dire need of some actual oppisition." Jacob flashed a smile as he brought the PET to his computer.

"Jack in! Jinnman, Execute!"

(No customization. It's just a standard buster.)

Navi-

Name: Jinnman.exe

Gender: Male

Element: Electric

Type: Wind

Appearence: He wears a small yellow and white turban, with some blonde bangs hanging out. He wears a yellow open vest, but no shirt underneath, in an attempt to show off his slightly muscular phyisique. He wears yellow parachute pants, with matching pointed yellow shoes. Another trait is a pair of butterfly wings that grant him slight hovering, but doesn't alter his power or speed too much.

Personality: He seems to have a flippant attitude towards enemies, seeing as Jacob is his Operator, victory is assured. He always seems to be too happy, with a grin almost glued to his face. His attacks and movements try to be as flashy as possible, as a way to impress his Operator and any teammates. His personal quote, "Any Navi can win with force, but a true hero wins with style!"

Custom Weapon: None

Signature Attack: Thunder Thorns- An attack that generates multiple lightning arcs that all converge on a foe of Jinnman's choosing. The attack alost seems as though lightning bolts are impaling the foe. (2 turn cooldown, 70 Elec Damage)

Operator-

Name: Jacob Transit

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: The first thing you notice about him is his blonde hair, brushed back as though the wind had blown through it. The second thing you notice is the pair of antique avation goggles, a family heiroom passed down from generation to genereation. He wears a brown leather jacket, with a white t-shirt underneath. His regular pants tend to frayed and discolored, as this was his "Lucky Pants", a pair of pants that blew to him during a tornado, and have kept them ever since.

Personality: Suffering from ADD most of his life, he seems bored most of the time, most activities losing his attention in a matter of minutes. The only two activites he devotes to are Virus busting with his Navi, Jinnman, and his dream to become a storm chaser someday, just like his father was. His family seems to be obsessed with the sky. His older brother a pilot, his mother a meteorligist, and his father a storm chaser, before his untimely death.

PET Modifications: A propeller attached to the side, used as an small air conditioner.

(Edited.)

Operator-

Name: Jacob Transit

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: The first thing you notice about him is his blonde hair, brushed back as though the wind had blown through it. The second thing you notice is the pair of antique avation goggles, a family heiroom passed down from generation to genereation. He wears a brown leather jacket, with a white t-shirt underneath. His regular pants tend to frayed and discolored, as this was his "Lucky Pants", a pair of pants that blew to him during a tornado, and have kept them ever since.

Personality: Suffering from ADD most of his life, he seems bored most of the time, most activities losing his attention in a matter of minutes. The only two activites he devotes to are Virus busting with his Navi, Jinnman, and his dream to become a storm chaser someday, just like his father was. His family seems to be obsessed with the sky. His older brother a pilot, his mother a meteorligist, and his father a storm chaser, before his untimely death.

PET Modifications: A propeller attached to the side, used as an small air conditioner.


Navi-

Name: Jinnman.exe

Gender: Male

Element: Electric

Type: Wind

Appearence: He wears a small yellow and white turban, with some blonde bangs hanging out. He wears a yellow open vest, but no shirt underneath, in an attempt to show off his slightly muscular phyisique. He wears yellow parachute pants, with matching pointed yellow shoes. Another trait is a pair of butterfly wings that grant him slight hovering, but doesn't alter his power or speed too much.

Personality: He seems to have a flippant attitude towards enemies, seeing as Jacob is his Operator, victory is assured. He always seems to be too happy, with a grin almost glued to his face. His attacks and movements try to be as flashy as possible, as a way to impress his Operator and any teammates. His personal quote, "Any Navi can win with force, but a true hero wins with style!"

Custom Weapon: None

Signature Attack: Thunder Thorns- An attack that generates multiple lightning arcs that all converge on a foe of Jinnman's choosing. The attack alost seems as though lightning bolts are impaling the foe. (2 turn cooldown, 70 Elec Damage)

(Is this good?)

Hello, everybody. Some of you may remember me, but I feel that I have not done enough to make myself known to the general public. But that's neither here nor there. I feel I must explain my extended AWOL, to help clear the air before my return.

To put it simply, I had just went through a VERY rough period fo my life. It started in mid-march, When I heard the news that my grandfather, whom I looked so highly to, had passed away for natural causes. He was 78. I had to take a little time off to deal with the funeral and my internal grief. But I can easily say that was not the worst of it. About an hour after my family layed him to rest, I get a call from my girlfriend. Her sweet voice would definitely lift up my spirits.

She had called to tell me she was dumping me for another man.

Yes, she was the queen of awkward moments, and this would be her crowning moment. But during the funeral, I was strangly calm. Maybe it was the despair, maybe I knew our relationship was slipping. Either way, I just wished her the best and fell into a bigger slump.

A week later, I was ready to return to work, but that morning, I recieved a phone call from my boss, who was also a good friend. She had called to let me know she she closed down the office and was filing for bankruptsy. But that was no suprise, as she had let me know that profits were slipping more and more about twice a week. It was no fault of the employees, it was a lack of customers.

So that all happened within a short amount of time, so you would understand that I wasn't in the mood to come here to play. But by now I have gotten my life in order. I have a new job, and there are no new problems on the horizon. So I figured I would come back to here as of today.

But there will be a few changes. Mostly, I will no longer be using Myrmidionman. I know now that he is about as creative as a baked potato. We already have many warrior types, and they are more inventive than mine. (Militiaman comes to mind...) So I will be making a new navi from scratch. And I hope to make a bigger splash roleplaying wise.

So in conclusion, I just hope I am welcome back here.

Myr coughed up some smoke as he sizzled a little bit. "I can... keep fighting!" Cecil gritted his teeth knowing there was no options. Bushido Blast wasn't availble, no more Chips, and low health.

"Myr, can you still use Rage Claw?" Myr held up his morphed fist, nodding. "Then just hold off until Bushido Blast is ready again." Myr shuffled to his feet, lunging upward and sending flesh-data rending swips of his claw. "I can't... give up! I won't give up!" He gave one last slap to send the cube to ground level.

Turn Summary-

1,2,3- Rage Claw (40 Damage)

(Sorry for the long lull, Comp problems.)