Alright, I think everything checks out. Approved!

Jazz tried to scream out as the claustrophobic sphere that was the inside of Riccio's domain closed in around him...spines uncomfortably piercing through the whole of his body...the darkness that filled in around him and...the loss of consciousness as he was unceremoniously ejected from the inside of Riccio's domain. His body still...his form pulsing with energy, a deep golden glow invading the whole of his being from the outside in. His form quivered outside the asteroid that was Riccio's home, laying upon the cold meteorite that was cought within it's pull as his eyes opened...deep black spheres within the hare's head.

A groan reverberating through him as his cross with Prose began to fade away from his form, leaving the navi completely naked from head to toe. The golden threads that had clung to his forearm had only begun to stretch out across his body. The hare's fur quickly flattening out like plates of metal, green hues quickly turning to darkened greys and with it, the hare began to scramble to his feet, watching it all unfold without a chance to stop it. Within he could feel the beastial power of Riccio begin to take hold, a fragment spreading through the whole of his unstable data. Gold hues creeping across his body as a metal plate formed around his mouth like a mask, silencing the hare before he could scream.

As the transformation took place, Stephine began to shout and try to jack Jazz out of the network to no avail, her PET quickly going to a "maintenence" mode as data began to shuffle through the network and into it like a common transferrence of data. The hare's form quickly overtaken by bright golds flooding through his body and blacks sepperating the "plates" that began to form across his body, as where things started and ended were capped off by these black lines of the darkest reaches of the net. Data flooded through his body as across his shoulders and at the very tops of his thighs, Jazz could feel straps of purest steel wire form along them and tightly force themselves along him so he could never take them off. A curvature of plating began to come outwards from those wires, big enough to completely cover his back and then some as it curved at each end, just past the back of his neck and tail. Golden spikes tipped with crimson-colored tips sprouting from this steel plating, sharper and almost as durable as the beast's, jagged edges on either side of the spike to hammer the point home that, unlike the beast, the form he was taking would in some respects be better than it, running less on instinct and more on logic...

As this happened, the hare's feet began to contort, muffled screams coming from Jazz as tears ran down his face. Nails growing outwards, jagged tips and serraded blades replacing the hare's own nails, curving downwards towards the floor like scythed blades painfully attached to his form, rustic copper...almost crimson-like...coloration on each of the three scythed nails of each foot, plates of gold with black outlines forcing themselves onto each foot, each pad of his feet leaving behind an echoing thump of metal on the asteroid he stood on, stumbling about in pain. On that same note, his hands would face the same fate. Each of his finger's nails growing out to a good inch or so each, much like the nails on his feet, each with the same scythed curvature, the same serraded blades on the insides with the same copper-crimson coloring on the insides of each with gold and black on the outer parts.

As he fell to his hands and knees in pain, the body of the hare would take on a different transformation. Heavy plates of armor strapping themselves to his body from the shoulder, down to his stomach, a plate of rustic copper coloring to add coloration on the "behest" of what was taking over. Below that, a grey steel plate would drag downwards, forming along all sides of his lower half like a pair of pants. The liquid steel moving with Jazz no matter how he did, no matter how he thrashed in pain, they clung to his body tightly with few drops flinging their way off of his body. Then his ears...the once fluffy externals would quickly "melt" away into Jazz's head and in their place? A pair of conduction coils in brass would replace them. Like the Bunny viruses, Jazz's ears reached up to the skies and turned inwards behind themselves, hollow in the middle as they seared themselves into Jazz's skull with a hiss, the navi's screams even louder despite the plate across his mouth as he continued to thrash in pain. The armor across his body would provide one more unpleasant surprise for Jazz...wrapping around his arms came induction coils that seared away what little organic material that he had, brightly alit across his arms and bending as he moved them in his blinding pain, with bright flashes of light bringing the dark NAXA area of the net into the light with the singular navi that resided in this part of the network as spikes like the ones across his back shot through his knees and into the asteroid with such power, such force, it cracked the asteroid and sent spidery-lines through the rock and metal when he was forced back to his knees. And finally, the "mask" across his face had small cracks of black lines go through it, in all his pain, Jazz's voice could be heard as it happened, screaming out into the depths of space like an out of tune radio. The mask breaking apart...and revealing the hare's new mouth...jagged spikes of teeth and blood as he screeched into the air, radio waves being sent to all around with his screams of anguish and pain. While different from the beast's electric growls...the hare's voice was not too dissimilar to the beast's roar at the end of the day...and as he finally finished his transformation...Jazz could finally jack out...even though he did not turn to the beast's den...he could feel the bast's unwelcoming presence...and it's burning hatred for the hare.

Mania. That single word described himself forty years prior.

Once upon a time, Jazz was manic. He slipped deep into the struggles of greater and greater power...and now he began to slip into it again in an attempt to keep himself in check, even with the advancements that the net and society itself had made in these four decades, it was unsure what kind of destruction he could cause in his wake. Even as those thoughts flashed through his head, the idea he was gathering power again...the idea he might become what he was...Was I the one controlling the body? Was...I the one...who caused that destruction? Did I steal his memories when I escaped? flew through his mind as his eyes began to bleed...his mind's eye, his own eyes beginning to leak a deep, sticky crimson onto the paneling below, staining the eggshell white that his bodysuit had become with that same crimson that clung to his body...a dark pink staining it in multiple places as he moved. Even if he had not noticed it, the gold from his attack at Riccio earlier still clung to his forearm, the hare leaving striking golden trails as he flew.

Globs of his blood floating freely from his body as he jumped from his position and flew towards the cybeast, his hand reared back as he began to see clearer in the crimson that stained his vision, cutting through the darkness that encapsulated his eyesight just a moment previous. Even as his mind raced at a hundred miles per hour, his pupils darting to and fro in his head beneath a film of crimson. His wings flapping more in time with the world around him, frames beginning to blend together in a quicker manner, almost looking like an amateurish animation as he attempted to get within the beast's pervew, shadows slowly slinking away from his form as he brought the pillow down, hopefully upon the beast's face, a crunching sound echoing weakly from within, wooden needles poking through the soft fabric and fluff this time, crimson and gold . The hare would quickly capitalize on the attack again, this time as he hopped into the air, twirling about from his kickoff point, body twisting through the ether as he attempted to follow the beast's movements...and slam that pillow down a third time onto it's face, which upon impact with whatever that it hit, would explode outwards from it's point of impact and little wooden needles and fluff would begin to float through the area of it's impact, even as the battlefield continuously turned about like a dice rolling about. I'm a bad person for having fought Riccio like this... Echoed through his head, guilt beginning to tug at him...but the battle was nearly finished...and he didn't leave a job unfinished if he could help it.

Tapping into his signature processors, Jazz hopped backwards briefly as he began to split into multiple clones of himself, each Jazz landing in unison as the clones flickered between tangibility and intangibility. Words left unspoken as Jazz and his trio of clones lifted their knives up, one or two in each hand, the navi and his posse would take a quick, loose, aim at the giant flagging beast. Weather it managed to stay awake or not, it would wind up with a sextet of razor sharp knives flying through the air, attempting to embed themselves into it's hide...even as the hares had attacked, more pings of guilt running through the quartet before the trio of clones disappeared, knives hopefully having embedded themselves in the beast's body.

Just let this end quickly...I...I need to end this soon... He murrmured to himself as chip data embedded itself in his body again, the hare closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as he materialized the weapon that would pelt Riccio with...a battered and beaten tommy gun, almost twice the size that Jazz was used to...rust covering the barrel and body of the weapon as he loaded in a drum of wood-alligned ammo into the weapon, each tipped with petrified wood and ready to fire on his command. Leveling the weapon, a golden sheen beginning to take over the weapon before tightly gripping it in both hands...and depressing the trigger, the navi sending out a veritable hail of shots at the large creature, even as he tried to hold it steady, the shots would likely go wide and bounce off the reflective surfaces of the cave, an echoing RATATATATATATATATATA sound coming from the weapon before it emptied it's clip...and the hare discarding the weapon entirely, letting it break away into junk for later use, before quickly bringing a reflective shield outwards towards the beast, rubber insulating the inside whilst the outer material would gleem in the low light. Lets end this fight, big guy. I'll give you a proper death, no joking on you...but your power...I need your power...to prevent history from repeating...

Overview
*STAB: +15 Null
*High gear: Increases evasion on Dodge, Feint and Movement actions by 10%
*Overclock: Imbue on a movement action Once Per Turn, Movement goes as far as possible in a line and has 50% base evasion chance
*Floatshoes: Ignore panel effects, not multiplicative damage
1: Signature: Hyper Sight to self, Accuracy Enhancement 2 (1 turn, 2 ranks), Self Sacrifice 30 (1TCD, -30 HP)
2: Pillow3Damage: 90 + Sleep
Accuracy: B
Description: A fluffy pillow that will make anyone drowsy when it hits.
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks after 3 swings.
Element: Null
Trader Rank: B--->Riccio (Imbue Wood, +Sleep) (1/3 uses)
3: Pillow3Damage: 90 + Sleep
Accuracy: B
Description: A fluffy pillow that will make anyone drowsy when it hits.
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks after 3 swings.
Element: Null
Trader Rank: B--->Riccio (Imbue Wood, +Sleep) (Broken!)
4: Signature: Army of One--->Riccio First; Sacrifice15 before attacking with 15x6 Wood Shot Slashing damage. Then; Time Delay: Start of next turn, Decoy1 (3TCD) (X2 Source)
5: MachineGun1Damage: (30 x 9 Shots) + Spray Fire
Accuracy: D
Description: Creates a machine gun that fires 9 shots at a single enemy. While inaccurate, its missed shots are capable of hitting others.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Special: Spray Fire: If a shot from this attack misses its primary target, it has a chance to hit something near the enemy instead of completely missing. Good RP increases the chance of triggering this effect.
Trader Rank: D--->Riccio (30x9, Wood Imbued)
6: Equip Guard1Effect: (1 Hit Shield) + (Reflect(up to 60 + Piercing + Line Attack): On Hit)
Accuracy: S
Description: Generates a 1-Hit Shield upon activation. When this shield blocks one hit from a non-Break attack, it responds with a hyper-fast damage ray.
Duration: Until broken or overridden.
Element: Null
Special: Negated by Break. Ignores Impact.
Special: Reflect: Damage returned is equal to the damage of the attack blocked or the damage cap listed, whichever comes first. Reflect is not subject to negation by Impact.
Special: Status Guard: This chip blocks debuffs.
Trader Rank: E (unimbued)

Jazz had managed to hold his ground against the beast for the time being, even as his shadowy protections had faded, his barrier and defenses held for the time being despite the beast's lashing out, threads of gold smashing against him as it howled in pain. Even as he began to feel an impatient tug at him...he couldn't shake the feeling of what he felt deep inside the beast's eye...even as he flexed his hand, he still couldn't shake the feeling of numbness...the feeling of...something else reaching up to him...his hand, his wrist still covered in the encroaching golden threads that had attacked him...a curious, but...not altogether unfamiliar feeling from being around Prose and, to a much lesser extent, Asteca from his excursion in the chaos nets earlier.

Flexing his fingers all the same, the wings on his back continuing to slowly flap disjointedly, not dissimilar to a lag spike in a game, Jazz quickly refreshed his shadowy disguise from his signature routines. His body quickly taking on the same darkness that permiated the outside of Riccio's home...even as this happened, the crimson from his outfit tinged him that same color, a deep dark redness wrapping around his form...up until his hand, his wrist taking on a deep golden color, copper tones invading on the electrified form of his hand as he finished. Flexing his now golden hand, holding tight to the shield in his other, Jazz was slightly bemused...and concerned, from the deep glowing rubies for his eyes expressing it from his now featureless face. I can't slow down...I need to keep up my offense...I...I can't falter. He thought to himself, his now golden fingers clenching into a balled up fist as he stared down the beast ahead of him, a deep glare on his face as he began to walk towards it.

I gave you an out, Riccio. I gave you a chance to simply give me your power and be done with it. But look at your home...It's going to be your gods damned tomb when I'm done with you. Your power, your form, I will take so I can be stronger, so I may use it for the net as a whole.

your sacrifice will be greatly appreciated in the long-term. He spoke, simply and coldly as he punctuated the end of his speech, gesturing at the insides of the beast's golden tinged den, hands spread as he did before quickly balling back into a fist, wings glowing a faint crimson as he stepped forwards. His gaze not faltering from the beast's as he began to move faster...his hand beginning to glow with a great power, the golden digits crackling as they began to hold power deeply inside them. Swiftly, he fiented around to the left of the beast and tried to stay in it's semi-blindspot he had made. Fist growing as the power coallessed into it, a leafy green glow wrapping up along his forearm as he reared it back behind his head. The glowing fist grew and grew until it had become thrice it's original size, metal and rock flowing from the area around him as he took his aim with where he wanted his fist to fly...and suddenly launched his fist towards the beast's side, spikes along the knuckles as he practically flew at the beast in his power-trip, crimson jets of sparking energy flying off the ends as it crashed into something solid, disengaging from the hare's system almost as suddenly as he had flown towards the beast.

Electrifying hisses cuminated around the hellbent hare, his shadows flickering and gliching as he continued his assult on the beast whom he had chosen to sacrifice for his own power trip, for his own willingness to delve back into who he was fourty years ago. Shadows and shades warping, twisting around him as the crimson wings on his back flickered dimly behind him, scant little illumination he was given in the face of the beast's own electrifying power. Hands reaching towards his side, shield grasped firmly in one as a sword and sheath began to materialize on his side, the hare's free hand reaching for the hilt in a slow, methodical fashion as he slipped back into his own madness. Savoring the moment, crimson flecks of energy pouring off the weapon to his side as he grasped it's sword hilt firmly and, with a flick of his wrist, drew the weapon out like a flash of light. The sword itself nonexistant as he had drawn it, but instead a crimson, golden green amalgamated flash of energy was sent flying towards the beast in that moment, attempting to cut through more of it's data protections and weaken it even further in his silent rage at the formerly rampaging monstrosity.

But while the sheath had disappeared, the hilt remained. A flash of crimson, gold and green flooding through the blade as Jazz rushed forwards at the beast again, oblivious to it's rampaging, it's pain. He continued to press his advantage he had prepared in advance. While his wood chips were few and somewhat weak in the end, his null chips...were far more neumerous, more powerful than he could have hoped to get his hands on fourty years ago. And all the same, his power, while it was weaker than then, he could morph it into whatever shape he willed it so long as he could control it in the end. He would rip the beast apart and take what he needed to supplement his own power. And to that end, the hare rushed forward and jumped towards it's body, unafraid of it's own power as he knew it was helpless while he was cloaked in shadows like this. And he swung with all his might towards it's body, the tri-colored blade attempting to bite deep into it's body and send it's energies back into him to reinforce his own vitality before landing, jumping backwards to get a little distance for his next strike.

And to that end, the hilt of the sword began to droop downwards...it's hardened material becoming soft and fluffy between his fingers, spreading outwards and forwards...the shape of a pillow...right, he fought those Chaos Snoozies in his mission while running from Asteca, this was what he had gotten from escaping from her grasp...well, beggars can't be choosers if you had a beast to slay, right? To that end, Jazz infused the pillow with some of the energy that he had been gathering...and to that end, no less, a trio of Crimson, Gold and Green began to flood through the dark piece of floof and cloth in his hand, grasping it tightly between his fingers at the corner, Jazz quickly pushed his attack again, swinging the "weapon" in his hand upwards as he jumped, aiming for the beast's face this time around, as he swung downwards with a single stroke like a blade, attempting to batter the beast's senses around and make it fall asleep briefly, if nothing else...

Overview
*STAB: +15 Null
*High gear: Increases evasion on Dodge, Feint and Movement actions by 10%
*Overclock: Imbue on a movement action Once Per Turn, Movement goes as far as possible in a line and has 50% base evasion chance
*Floatshoes: Ignore panel effects, not multiplicative damage
1: Signature: Shadow's Shadow 1; 2 Turn Shadow to self, -2 Evasion ranks next turn, 2TCD
*-2 Accuracy ranks at non-melee ranges
2: Charge
3: GigasArm3Damage: 150 + Break + Impact + Knockback + Gigas Charge 150
Accuracy: B
Description: Grants the user the strength of the Gigas to smash their foes with an iron fist. Charge up to unleash incredible power. Rare
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Special: Gigas Charge 150: Expend one action to increase this chip's damage by 120 and upgrade Knockback to Microburst. Buster Charges do not work as a substitute.
Trader Rank: A--->Riccio, attempt to launch Riccio into the cavern walls (+120 Damage, Microburst effect, Imbue Wood)
4: SonicBlade1Damage: 60 + Slashing + Piercing + Line Attack
Accuracy: B
Description: The user swings a special sword, producing an air shock wave that penetrates enemies and obstacles.
Duration: Once
Element: Null
Trader Rank: D--->Riccio (Imbue Wood)
5: Signature: Adrenaline Slice 1; 30 Wood Melee/Slashing Lifedrain to Riccio
6: Pillow3Damage: 90 + Sleep
Accuracy: B
Description: A fluffy pillow that will make anyone drowsy when it hits.
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks after 3 swings.
Element: Null
Trader Rank: B--->Riccio (Imbue Wood, +Sleep) (2/3 uses)

Looks good and comfy, approved

Looks fine to me, approved

Done. Approved

Looks alright to me, Approved

The hare kicked away for a moment, sliding to a stop as the beast did the same...but it stood there, watching him...waiting for the right moment to strike. Even as the poison and embers licked at the beast's data, it stood there and began to charge up energy. It was preparing for something...preparing to strike him as soon as his shadows dipped away...even as the song on his lips continued, Jazz became heasatent to strike for a moment. The beast was getting cautious about him, it was brought into a corner thanks to him and it was already starting to flag on the health front, but...he couldn't let up, now could he?

And there She leaves you to die!

His song continue on, his voice growing in volume as it did. His blades in hand, Jazz rushed the beast in no short order. Feet crossing the path laid before him, the hare rushed across the paneling in front of him, ceaseless in his persuit of power, he quickly went straight for the beast's face with no heed for his own safety, knowing the beast could not touch him. Arms back behind him as he rushed the gigantic creature, his blades laving a pale green trail behind him as he reajusted the grip on his weapons on the fly as he closed the distance between him and the beast. As soon as he was within striking distance, Jazz quickly lashed out with a swift slash across the beast's mouth with one of his blades, attempting to bury the blow deep into the sensitive part of the beast. And with a second swing of this blade, Jazz quickly brought his arm low like an uppercut, his blade quickly attempting to bury itself deep in the jaw of the beast, attempting to pierce through into the softest part of it's jaw, though weather or not the attack succeeded the blade cracked and fell off at the hilt, energy drained and completely useless as he tossed the bladeless hilt away to the side.

And there She leaves you to die!

But he had a second blade to strike with, using his freed up hand to redouble the grip his weapon. His body shifting towards the beast's side, his motions attempting to get as close as he could to it without a second thought, Jazz leaped into the air as soon as he was sufficently sure of his position. The hare baring the dagger in both hands as he fell towards the beast's great body and thrust downwards towards it's face...and aimed to wrench the dagger deep inside it's beady black eye, attempting to blind the beast at least a little bit. Even if the dagger missed, he wouldn't try it again for the time being...and if it did manage to wrench itself into the beast's eye, he'd quickly let go, hopping away and letting his weapon stay buried inside for the time being.

Jazz slipped back, music going quiet in his head, the lyrics doing just the same as he began to gather power. Whisps of crimson beginning to wrap around his body as Jazz tapped into his cross routines, arms brought out widely as his fingers began to stretch upwards and his palm began to droop inwards, mimicing the shape of a cup of sorts. Hope you beasts are watching... He muttered as he began to draw more and more power into himself, Prose's cross beginning to materialize along his shadowy body. Lighter colorations of the hare's form beginning to slip along his bodysuit, an eggshell white peeking through the shadows, as his shoulders and arms began to be covered by a crimson colored jacket, bigger than he was wide and tall, tails to either side of the jacket unfurling and floating just above the paneling behind the hare. If Riccio could see through the shadows and darkness of it's home, it could see little pinpricks of light on either shoulder of Jazz's as he stepped forwards, one foot in front of the other as knee length boots the same color of his jacket materialized, a small metal plate where the toes would be contained wrapping around, as his hands quickly took on a pair of elbow length gloves the same eggshell white as his suit. Small plates finding themselves on his knuckles and around the top of his fingers in sections to provide proper flexibility, all the while Jazz's eyes took on a light, almost electrical crimson glow as he stood down the beast, small wings flaring up from his back as they flapped slowly behind him in easily identifiable "frames". Because we're not as weak as you make us out to be... He muttered again, a slight static tinge to his voice.

As his body finished the transformation, even if he could feel himself more drawn to Riccio in his cross with Prose, he kept his wits about him all the same. His shadow would fade soon and he'd need a way to prevent himself from getting hit by the beast's attacks for a few moments. Inhaling deeply, Jazz closed his eyes and began to materialize his defenses. Hands outstretched and a crackling of crimson electricity wrapping about his body, his form would find itself completely wrapped in a static barrier whilst his coat wrapped around his body like armor, hardening but keeping him mobile all the same, as a transparent shield found itself resting in his hand and finding himself gripping it tightly between his fingers. Bring it on hedgie, I won't stop until I take your power for my own...

Overview
*STAB: AoE/Multihit:+10 Wood, Single Target: 20
*Smash: Add Breaking property to a single chip, once per turn
*Mass Destruction: +1 range to Blast, Spread, Nova, Blast, etc chip effects
*Floatshoes: Ignore panel effects, not multiplicative damage
1-2: BambooKnifeDamage: 60 + Slashing
Accuracy: B
Description: Creates a sword made of solid wood, with a blade comparible to a large knife. Hits one target per slash.
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks automatically after 6 swings.
Element: Wood
Trader Rank: D--->Riccio (x2 Source, +20 Stab)
3: Feint around to the left side of it's face
4: BambooKnifeDamage: 60 + Slashing
Accuracy: B
Description: Creates a sword made of solid wood, with a blade comparible to a large knife. Hits one target per slash.
Duration: Until Overridden/Broken. Breaks automatically after 6 swings.
Element: Wood
Trader Rank: D--->Riccio's eye? (2x Source, +20 STAB?)
5: ProseCross V2: Null/Speed Overwrite, High Gear/Overclock, +20 Max HP, +15 Null Chip STAB
*High gear: Increases evasion on Dodge, Feint and Movement actions by 10%
*Overclock: Imbue on a movement action Once Per Turn, Movement goes as far as possible in a line and has 50% base evasion chance
6: Defensive Positions!: 20 HP Barrier, 20 HP Casing and 2-hit shield to self (2TCD)

Looks fine, approved