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Splitman eyed the shifting nave suspiciously, but didn't have much of import to say. He had seen stranger things on the net - hell, this guy was comparable to himself in terms of strangeness.

Splitman watched as his superior eyed him expectantly. Clearly he was actually going to need to respond at this point "I suppose it is an interesting enough title, though it does not function very well as a code-name as they tend to be more inclined towards the pragmatic. " He hesitated a second, neither wishing to back down or invoke this man's wrath "Libra -The Tipping Scale, does however have a nice ring to it when taken as a full name and title"

Splitman gazed awkwardly for a bit at his contact. His eyes drifting from side to side, wandering around the features of the room and his potential partner before finally locking on to Libra's eyes. In a mixture of frustration and conscious composure, Splitman managed to get back on point. "I am, however, here to take on a Job. I don't know the job as it was indicated fairly heavily that I would be informed about it here. He added

"I assume this means that my job is up to you"

Splitman's realized that he had begun pacing back and fourth an a low hunch as he spoke to the Mafioso. Like a predator in a cage he unconsciously moved from side to side as he wished for a more even situation. In the back of his mind he acknowledged that he might even be able to kill this Navi, just take him be surprised with several sharp blows. Kill him before defenses could be prepared. Not many people could take the amount of concentrated firepower he could put out.. if worst came to worse...

Splitman's eye-contact broke, shattering that train of thought. The a pulse of red faded in the background of his eyes, like an echo, but was little enough that it was unlikely to be seen. On the plus side, at least he had stopped pacing.

"So... what I am saying is...
What do you need done?"

Splitman looked blankly at the man defending the doorway. A monotone reply fumbled out of his mouth with a level of apparent confidence it did not entirely deserve.

"There is no password currently established for use in this mission"
"If this is a problem I can wait outside, but I won't be waiting around here all day. We have things to get done"

This might end poorly, but there is no way in hell he would be the first to strike. After pausing a second he added -".. so no. I don't know the password" Not that it would really change anything, but it was polite to actually answer the man's questions.

Splitman connected in on the edge of the network. If simulated nerves could fray, his would have undone right then and there like some sort of ancient piece of rope. This place was far outside of his estimated sphere of efficient activities.

No matter though, he was a better supporter than a fighter, and he was here to support.

Knowing this he took the first few steps toward the linked coordinates. Surely it wouldn't be anything too dangerous. It was just a training exercise, right?

Bump.

Bump

PAs that go for the full series 1-3 are difficult to get because we aren't generally at the level of getting 3s. That is changing slowly, but is still mostly true.

PAs that use all the same chip are, conversely, usually too easy to achieve. We don't have different chip serials so you can just spam a bunch of the same chip with no problems. Finally, we don't have random draws making it even more abusive.


The current state of PAs is mostly a reflection of the fear of them being too easy or too powerful.

Quote (Raigingekiexcel)

If I can throw my hat into the ring, what about something along these lines?

Backup: Give the undershirt effect to target ally. May only be used once per battle. No player may have multiple Backups in a given battle.

(I shorthanded the effect, but something along those lines)

Same problems as current one, but in a different form.

Not generally very useful.
Power without gameplay.
Doesn't really scale well with healing power.

Additionally: Trades complexity for being useless for most people.

Our side is losing this war. We are in disarray and caught up in a meaningless petty mish-mash of failure. I propose we get a large crew of our greenest members and have them toughen up a bit out on the net.

I will watch over them to make sure they don't explode.

-Split

(Request * rank warmup mission.)

Currently it doesn't really scale with ability to heal others at all, and is just and independent flavorless and needlessly complicated power boost.

Proposed active:
Status Recovery: Once per turn, as a free action, you may lose 20 healing from an effect you use - any number of times, and instead heal one status effect from targets for every 20 healing lost in this way.

Splitman looked at the pathetic slump of meaningless slag beside him, a pathetic fool who knew no bounds and commanded absurd amounts of power for no good reason except that he had the luxary of status, an advantage provided to him for no good reason. Then Splitman tripped.

The ice THE INFERNAL ICE across this hellish landscape assailed him from all sides demanding reasonable movement, caution and of course that he carried with him a complete sense of incompetence and failure. He GLARED at his ally, dancing through the wretched substance with an ease that made him want to spot. The pathetic fool made his eyes and mouth burn with bile like some sort of wretched thing was eating away at him within. "CLAWS NOW" He shouted as he readied himself, target locks dancing about the remaining enemies. He WOULD prove himself, everything here WOULD die, and his incompetent teammate would RUE his insufferable dealings, his foolish misattempts at target-selection, his insane tomfoolery - "CLAWS NOW" He shouted again, voice grinding against the wind as shadows whisped at his sides spewing foul vapors across the landscape.
"But I-"
"Give me the goddamn CLAWS NOW" He screamed at his operator, rage tightening his throat. His eyes looked upon the situation - target locks confirmed - the light inside them had died leaving pathetic yellow husks screaming a song of disease and death. At least the claws had come, the useless moron had done something of some modicum of use besides spewing off his inane trades.

Split's feet transformed into vicious claws, grasping at the fresh ice for some momentary stability on this wretched terrain. He screamed aloud, clutching at his left arm tearing it from his side, causing a foul pus to drip from the wounded socket. He screamed and the enemies, the moment, and the wretched fool who would sap glory from the moment for no reason. He had target locks though, and that meant he had enemies, enemies he could destroy. Perhaps there was some brief solace in their death. Hopefully he would never know.

He swung the diseased limb in wide archs, spraying jets of suspiciously clean liquid from the fetid instrument. The lances shot out like bullets, in rapid succession, a blur of destructive energies in arbitrary patterns, smashing into foes and terrain alike as he rained down death from on high. Only the target locks guided his intent, the beads of red that scattered across his sight like the faces of a thousand laughing fools.


Summary:
1+2: RageClaw - Plant feet into ground
3: Target Lock (8 instances of take-aim, usable by allies) All enemies once, random selection of remaining second time.
4: Red Out: (9x80 Aqua Attacks Accuracy A. Self Slow, Buster Crash)
ChumpuA:2x80
HandyEXA:2x90
SpikeyEXB:2x80
OldHeaterA: 1x80
OldHeaterB: 1x80
Any remaining:1x80

Splitman mumbled to himself as though asleep for a moment and took in the situation ' 9.5 hostile targets, 1 current attack, one current weapon, target lock acquisition.... difficult.' "Any ideas Chad?" he asked his Operator, for once.

"Situation seems to recommend wide-area damage chips, I am sending you the Spreaders" Chad responded, only partially focusing on the situation "Their damage output is awful, but you'll hit the theoretical targeting max with it. I'll also provide you with a high-damage finisher for next turn.... and defense"

Splitman hated the Spreader chips, they were like throwing a handful of rocks at a target and seeing if any of them hit the bullseye. None the less he begrudgingly mouned the heaavy weapon to his left arm. Reflexively, his form twisted until his entire left arm was some sort of giant cannon. Split took up position at the edge of the battlefield where he could get a clear shot and prepped the weapon. The deadly machine let out a high pitched whirr for a moment before letting put two thunks.

The shots, of course, unleased a volley of marble-sized spheres of flame, scattering themselves around the battlefield and covering the landscape in tiny spheres of golden light.

He glanced at AbsoluteMan before grimacing "It appears that I will not be protecting you directly, but you'll be fine" Meanwhile he gathered his supplies and prepared to attack next turn. He could feel his attack data being slowly rewritten as the aquatrain chip began to take effect. A single shield formed at his side, not that it would likely last longer than a moment.

Ah well what was the worst that could happen.


Summary:
0: Advanced Mobility: Get full view of enemies
1: Spreader(30, Spread 8): Attack All enemies
2: Spreader(30, Spread 8): Attack All enemies
3: Guard2(Shield, Reflect one attack up to 120 damage)
4: AquaTrain1(+20 damage to buster next turn, attacks become aqua)

Splitman viewed the situation with calm blue eyes, mirroring the ice that surrounded him from all sides. Clearly this thing was extremely powerful, clearly it was capable of killing him if it wanted to.

Ah well, time to roll the dice. He summoned all of the surrounding enegy from the location to his aid. Tiny blue whisps of energy gathered and cemented themselves to his skin, like a fire flowing backwards in time. "I will heal you if you agree to do no harm to me and to not interfere with my mission" He said, coldly. He took a moment to process the response before dealing with the problem appropriately.

Next he surveyed the enemy, clearly they were at a disadvantage now, but perhaps he could maintain some minor level of defense to help them out. He considered the situation a moment before realizing that he had one last trick, not that it would likely matter. He gathered the energy from within himself this time, then turned it, wrenching his programming somewhere to the left.

His body responded immediately, as though all the life was being sucked out of him. His flesh withered away, into a taught red skeleton of its former self. Meanwhile his armor fell away at all sides into wisps of cloth, dangling about his estranged form. Meanwhile his arm lurched horribly to the side, growing like some horrible tumor hidden beneath countless layers of tightly wrapped bandages. Split staggered his foot slightly the the side in order to remain upright during the rapid change in mass. Only his eyes remained untouched, still a cool blue reflection of their surroundings.

He reached into his arm and withdrew a single chain and blade, and began swinging it around himself. " Ready to support, next time I will destroy available targets. Meanwhile the blade swept menacingly through the air, searching for someone to wander near and strike.

SUMMARY:
0:Advanced Mobility: Get to Absoluteman
1:Positive Energy Infusion: 230 Healing, usable later
2:Recovery80: AbsoluteMan Heal 80+Necessary if he agrees
3:VoidCross1: Subtype->Normal/Shadow gain Blade Shield
0:Phasing Infusion(subtype active)->Blade Shield
4:BladeShield(1-hit shield. 50 damage+Knockback to attacker if hit. 2TCD): Self

"I suppose we should continue on.... "Splitman began "But what the hell would do something like this? Was there some sort of giant freeze-ray on the plane?"

Not that his question mattered. He found himself following his ally for the first time since the mission began, trailing behind her as she darted off towards what was presumably the destination of the box.

Splitman oogled the situation cautiously, but found himself to be quite short on supplies time and a substantial degree of focus. Indeed, it was most certainly his fault that they had gotten into this situation, but he would NOT let some pathetic little chump act like he was a hero. He hand curled into a ball of fire and let lose a condensed ball of flame, hurling itself at his target, whatever that was. The blast shot past the side of his ally's head and plunked itself into place at its final destination, sweeping across the air after impact like the smoke of a house on fire during hurricane winds.

The analogy at least worked well in his head. Quickly, split pivoted and grabbed his ally. "If you so much as CONSIDER healing me again, rather than attacking the enemy, I will CONSIDER leaving you to rot the next time you need support of your own" As if in response to the end of that statement, a pillar of light engulfed the two of them, grasping at their injuries and bringing about a full recovery "I am the healer here"

Split turned at the remaining enemies and curled his fist into a ball. He took a single stride forward and his the ground, causing an eruption of blue energy to cascade across his eyes. Hopefully that would take care of that.

Summary:
FireHit1(60 + Impact + Double Attack, Fire): Megalian-FEXB
Positive Energy Mastery(Blast 3 heal 30, damage self for 30): Use Infused energy to heal Split+Freya completely
Buster(50+Spread): Attack remaining enemies.
Dodge

Splitman starred blindly, acutely, nonsensically, as though waiting-pondering-thinking-concluding what to do. The spear of liquid swung softly at his side scheming to do harm to his flaming foes. It seemed to grow a mind of its own as it called to him at some corner of his mind.

So his mind just went, along with his body, leaping at the enemies with the liquid spike. He hurled the shaft at his first foe, watching the substance twist and turn in the air like some sort of flying snake that had been let loose upon his foes. When the fist blast struck home another shaft hung meekly at his side, waiting to be loosed upon his -clearly suspecting- foes. He glanced at the timer he had somehow realized, taking note that this was actually an incredibly poor situation that had brought itself before him, his weapon would cease to function in just a few seconds.

What a useless piece of junk.

Split cursed himself quietly, and Chad aswell(just to be fair) for their collective incompetence. Clearly Chad though this was enough weaponry for the moment, as he hadn't slotted in any more chips either.

He quickly rushed at the remaining enemies, with the exception of the Swordsmen that his ally seemed to have covered. One-two he reached out and hurled the liquid lances across the remainder of the field towards his final foes, begrudgingly admitting to himself that this wouldn't be finish off any of them. Unfortunately, he was still aware enough that he was going to have issues when they returned fire.

Reflexively he leapt behind his ally and gathered energy from the surrounding area. At least he would be able to recovery quickly when the moment game.


Summary:
1: Buster(70, Aqua):Megalian-FEXB
2: Buster(70, Aqua):Megalian-FEXC
3: Buster(70, Aqua):Megalian-FEXD
0: Advanced Mobility: Move behind Freya
4: Positive Energy Infusion: 230 Points to add to Healing, Lasts Until Used, Self Slow turn it is used. 7TCD

Split looked at the situation in front of him and cursed himself quietly. This infernal mission had clearly brought him to the point of oblivion once again. Softly softly and on and on it once again went instead again and brought him to a place where he was doomed to die. Over and over the words streamed like wallpaper across his head, thoughts, deadly thoughts, pleasant thoughts, useless thoughts. Thoughts about how the shields he had relied upon were useless, thoughts about how he was going to die, thoughts about how every one of these pathetic little things was going to be going down with him if he had a damn thing to say about it.

A ringlog, lovely a freaking log, a useless sack of brown and green, for him to throw at those still asleep because of some pathetic useless idea that came across a fool in some sort of trade forum in the distance that he had to rely on.

Splt gripped the tree that appeared beside him, fingers biting into the wood - eyes flashing red, and voice bellowing in some sort of vicious shout that sounded like someone else crying off in the distance. Crying that they might die. Like these things in front of him. He swung the shaft of wood like a giant makeshift club, the wood felt light in his hands even though its size was massive. The wood dragged across the ground, somehow feeding on it, as though it was trying to make sense of the laws that brought trees into existence from beyond reality and made bubbles explode in deadly cascade. His first swing seemed to aim itself, aim itself at the group of swordsmen in front of him. Had they moved or had he? It was inconsequential.

He took a step forward, and the step carried him, moved him, whisked him away in front of his separate target. Larger, more powerful, deadlier still. The enemies rushed into focus as he hefted the tree in one hand and swung it about with improbable force. The tree shot out like a bullet from his hand as his mind finished connecting to the situation at hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that this was not a desirable situation to be in. Somewhere further back still, he realized that he didn't care.

He gripped his arm tightly as it turned into some sort of unusual weapon. A spear of some sort, an impractical thing. Forged from water worse yet, some sort of pathetic excuse for a thing that might want to exist in this world. He eyed the weapon cautiously and took a step back from his enemies. It appeared this might take some time before it was functional.

Summary:
1:RingLog(50 Wood.Ground Attack, Wide Attack, Double Attack)
2:The Power of Rage:(Telekinesis+Microburst): Microburst+Ringlog@NightmareB+C(2x for soil)
0: Advanced Mobility. Move to Megalian group.
0b: Telekinesis+Ringlog: Megalian-FEXA-D: Massive Ringlog Swing.
3: TrainArrow1(+20 to buster, buster becomes aqua. Activates for next turn)
4: Dodge

Split looked at the situation before cursing himself. He was screwed.

He readied himself for an attack on his enemies, preparing himself for some kind of chip download.

Then he received the Heatshot, and all of his troubles began to multiply. His left arm transformed into the generic fire-based weapon, and he watched as the fire-based enemies moved in upon him. This was not a useful selection. Instead of firing directly at the enemies he cursed Chad and aimed below them at the ice, hoping to send them plunging into the resulting water.

He glanced again at the remaining enemies, this may well have been the only time he had ever seen sufficient enemies that a spreader would make sense, but instead they just had to be covered in Auras. Instead of anything useful, he received a Mine. The weapon MIGHT just be something resembling useful against this number of enemies. As he deployed it randomly on the field he cursed his ally for changing the advantageous terrain into something more agreeable with their enemies.
"Really, you couldn't leave the ICE terrain when fighting FIRE based enemies?" He shouted at his ally, who clearly was more interested in some minor personal advantage than truly bettering the situation. Split glanced around at the next chip - a guard2. At least it appeared that Chad had acknowledged that the situation was a bad one and provided some modicum of defense.

Split himself took advantage of his natural speed to advance towards his ally. Maybe he could at least take some hits for him.

Summary:
1: Heatshot(40, Spread+Fire):Ground below NightmareA+B
2: Mine1(180 damage mines, 10% of the field).
3: Guard2
0: Advanced Mobility: Move near Freya
4: Dodge

Split glanced at his ally before continuing on, kicking the dirt in his path with the last vestige of his rage. Worthless punk wouldn't even answer a question before animals with swords came crawling out from the woodwork.
"Comeon, we should get moving before this dirt becomes magma. As soon as we hit solid normal panels we will know that the ground beneath us isn't going to turn into fire at any moment." He shouted to his ally.

This mission was running a little bit smoother than he had expected, but considering his missions normally went as smooth as sandpaper, perhaps that wasn't so odd.

A lance of pain shot across Split's back
"GOD---DAMN" He shouted out as grabbed the Swordy who had just attacked him. Pain lanced through his body, but somehow that just seemed to add to his strength right now. His eyes flashed a bright crimson and his grip shifted into something one step closer to vice-like. With a twist of his weight he attempted to hurl the meddlesome sword wielder into his ally. The puppet could sort the rest out, he was out.

He began to walk away from the scene, still angry at the events that had transpired. What the hell was split doing anyway, giving him a rageclaw. Bloody moron doing bloody moronic things. 'Oh, he is in close combat, I guess I will give him a USELESS RANDOM CLOSE RANGE WEAPON, VASTLY INFERIOR TO HIS NATURAL CAPABILITIES. Useless operator, useless situation. He attempted to seat himself on the fan, only to find himself falling face first onto the icy bridge. "INFERNAL MACHINE" He shouted out in frustration, taking the wretched device by its steely cage and SMASHING IT AGAINST THE INTERNAL GROUND behind him. This was just not going as he had planned, but he felt better after smashing something.

Summary:
1: RageClaw(20+Impact?): Grab Swordy-FEX
2: Power of Rage(Microbust+Telekinesis):Microburst Hurl Swordy-FEX into Swordy-FA
3: Recover80 self
0: Advanced Mobility: Move to Windbox
4: Autododge/trip
0: Telekinesis, hurl Windbox behind self in rage. Perhaps hit anyone stupid enough to be sneaking up on me at the time.

Split glanced at the enemies, then at the deserting bridge off to the side. The surface looked like it could be used for something....

Yeah, he had a plan. "Follow me" He shouted to his companion. The thought crossed his mind that this was particularly risky for him, but he didn't dwell on that fact. Probably for the best. "Wind, water, group, counter, support" He murmured though his comm. It was easy to forget that he had an operator, somewhere, performing a job in this situations that vaguely mimicked a chip dispenser. Apparently he could also talk, but that feature seemed largely unused as of late. He caught himself chuckling at the idea of himself as a psychotherapist. Probably not the best time for a distraction, but that was besides the point.

He paused a moment to observe his enemies before charging on through. In a single bound he leapt past his incoming foes, towards the ice bridge. That was where step one of his plan began. As he landed on the ice, he began to pull into a slide with to apparent means of stopping. Because of the physics here it seemed he had actually somehow accelerated on the flat plain. Not that it mattered though- with a gesture of his hand a giant fan appeared on the ice in front of him, blocking the path.

The first thing he would have to deal with was those projectile-based enemies. He took a moment to prop himself on top of the fan before taking a single clear shot at the pair of weaker ones. Hopefully that would be enough to take them out. A single click from his transformed limb and a jet of water exploded down the ice slip n' slide, propelled even further by the air current beneath. The warm and cold air rushed past while his hand transformed back, giving the illusion of intense heat.

"Get down" He shouted, semi-enthusiastically, at his teammate - before leaping off of his perch and into his wind tunnel. As he hit the ground a tremendous energy covered his body and propelled him even faster down the slippery path. The result was slightly more intense than anticipated, as Split rocketed down the path with deadly speed, threatening to kill anything that dare make contact.

Unfortunately for them, contact was the first thing on the minds of the little sword-wielding foes. Fortunately for him, it would also be the last.

Summary:
0: Advanced mobility: Get up the ice bridge.
1: Wind (Summons 100 HP box. Wind Effect + To-All-Clause(Enemies)): Blow down the bridge
2: Climb on top of wind box
3: Bubbler(50, Aqua, Spread): SpikeyA+B(90)
4: Wind boosted Dash Attack(90 + Impact, up to 5 targets) down ice: Swordys+Others?