"One left..." Del grunted, dismissing the barrel in a storm of data much like the one that spawned it. He removed his wing, collecting the pieces into a single whole for a second time. Bringing the weapon to his waist, he crouched, building up his attack. In a sudden flurry of movement, he sprang at the virus, disappearing mid jump and reappearing with his sword drawn behind it. "It's over..." he said as he replaced the wing. Another gouge appeared in the 'Net, leading straight to the virus.

//Flash Step - 60 damage at CactyB
//Autododge

"Wha?" Del mumbled, surprised at the lack of attacks from his woody foes. "Oi, you guys are viruses, right? You're supposed to at least put up some kind of fight!" he shouted, coming to a stop and glaring indignantly at the pair. "Come on!" The viral Navi crossed his arms and waited for some kind of action...

And waited...

And waited...

"Taylor," he finally groaned, an exasperated expression on his face, "I'm bored!"

"Well then," Taylor said, causally slotting in two chips, "Let's do something to speed this up. Shotgun and Cannon, headed your way."

"Alright, let's get this going," Del smirked, supporting his right arm with his left and pointing it at the viruses. In a flurry of assorted data, a gleaming barrel took the place of the limb. Now, how to do this... A faint tingle ran through his feet, giving him an idea. A sudden lurch announced the start of another joyride across the magnet riddled landscape, but Del managed to keep his balance this time around. Only gonna get one shot at this... He slid past the viruses, and for one brief moment their forms overlapped. "Now!" he cried, releasing both shots almost simultaneously. Plumes of smoke rose from the ground as the shotgun, and the cannon, both impacted into... something. Del couldn't tell through the dust, but he could hope they hit as he continued his involuntary journey across the battlefield.

//Shotgun - 50 damage at CactyA, with possible splash to CactyB
//Cannon - 40 damage at CactyA

Del slowed to a stop as he spotted the virus. "Well, that didn't take too long..." Del commented, eyeing the gaggle of viruses with a nonchalant gaze. "Yeah, I guess there's two things you can count on in this crazy world of ours," Taylor reflected, a pseudo-philosophical tone in his voice, "Taxes, and the fact that you can't walk 5 feet in Electown without finding some form of trash or another." He waved over to a passing waitress, and made an order. "Well, you ready?" he asked after he was done, moving the napkin holder to the center of the table so he could rest the PET against it. "You know it!" his Navi replied, turning his head to the side until his neck let loose a satisfying CRACK! "Alright, battle routine set," Taylor said, engaging the PET's battle interface.

"Execute!" Del shouted, charging towards the closest virus.

Reaching behind, Del wrested the fragmented mass of data he called a wing from his back and ran a clawed hand over it, causing the individual fragments to coalesce into a single, razor edged blade. Dragging the sword along the ground, he let out a battle cry, then suddenly vanished mid-stride.

Del reappeared behind the Billy, sword drawn high, as an explosive slash ripped through the ground behind him. He sheathed his blade, the fragments separating to their original state, as he turned to taunt the remaining viruses. Instead of a witty quip, however, he let out a yell as his feet were dragged along the ground, causing him to fall face-first as the rest of him followed. When he came to a stop, he scrambled back onto his feet.

"Huh... Haven't had to deal with these before..." he remarked, tapping his boot on the electrically charged panel beneath him. "Ya find something new every day, eh?" Taylor said, absentmindedly sipping from the steaming mug of coffee the waitress had just supplied him. "I guess so..." Del replied, sprinting parallel to the viruses to gain a more defensive position.

//Flash Step - 60 damage at Billy
//Magnetic Floors-a-go-go
//Dodge

In a flash of violet light, Del appeared in the middle of a busy Election 'Net intersection. He had enough time to register he was on the net before he had to dive out of the way to avoid being hit by a Navi modeled after a antique electric trolley.

"Clang, clang, clang goes the trolley! Ding, ding, ding goes the bell!" it howled as it zoomed away.

Del got to his feet, watching the Navi shrink into the distance. He brushed off the cyber-dust that had gotten all over him when he fell. "Well, I guess it takes all types..." he sighed. He located the nearest footpath and began to walk down it, looking for a group of viruses to rid from the 'Net.

"Gah! I hate board meetings..." Taylor sighed, waking out of the Murasaki Security Systems corporate office. He stretched is arms in the air and yawned, his hair freeing itself from the liberal amounts of gel he used to keep it down. "Mmm..." he mumbled, realizing that he was both tired and thirsty. Even though he had been in a meeting for 4 hours, it was still early morning. After checking to see if any cars were coming, he jogged across the street, entering a quaint little coffee shop. It wasn't anything impressive, nothing like the multinational coffee chains appearing on almost every street corner, but the people there knew him and it had an internet connection. After throwing a greeting at the owner, a good friend of his after years of patronage, he sat in his normal booth near the back and pulled out the PET.

"It's about time..." Del said, smirking up out of the PET screen. His image disappeared from the screen and he appeared on the table in front of Taylor. "You have no idea how boring it gets in a pocket after two hours..."

"Well, what say you we vent a some of this boredom," Taylor said, wearing the same smirk as his ragtag Navi. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the only battlechips he had left. His collection had been much larger at one point, but starting a business costs money, and it was thanks to that sacrifice that he was able to live as he did now. Well, lets start rebuilding it now, he thought. "Alright, let's do this!"

"Del.EXE, Jack in."

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You know, I completely forgot about that... Nah, I think I'll restart fresh with these guys.

Operator
Name: Taylor Murasaki
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Taylor is taller than average, about 6'3". His build is lean, and his usual dress of silken shirts and dress slacks hangs comfortably loose over his frame. While at work, he keeps his jet black hair slicked back, but the moment he leaves the office it suddenly becomes spiky, seemingly of its own accord. A simple band of gold adorns the ring finger of his right hand, a keepsake from a past relationship.
Personality: Taylor runs his own security firm, started as a small time operation while he was in college and blossoming into a full blown corporation by the time he was done. While behind the desk, he maintains a professional air, calculating and collected. On his own time, however, he's the same fun-loving goof he's been since he was a kid. Always one to try something for the sake of doing it, he's found himself in dangerous situations as often as enjoyable ones.
PET Modifications: His PET is purple with a simple gold pattern running along the border. The logo of his company is engraved on the back.

NetNavi
Name: Del
Gender: Male
Element: Normal
Type: Sword
Appearance: Del's build is very similar to Taylor's, both tall and lean, though Del's physique is slight more defined than his Net Op's. A great deal of his limbs are severed, dissolving into loose fragments of data before coming back together to from the lower part of the limb. His left arm and right leg are more viral than Navi, a side effect of being recoded with fragments of deleted viruses. On his back is a single wing, composed of pieces of floating data. His jump suit is a royal violet, with golden highlights.
Personality: Del used to be extremely conscious of his appearance, causing him to be somewhat introverted, sometimes to the point where he actively separated himself from his fellow constructs. As the years after his reconstruction passed, he soon became used to himself and came out of his proverbial shell. He's since been more outgoing, engaging in virus busting and net battling with great enthusiasm.
Custom Weapon: Del uses the razor sharp claws on his hand and foot to attack his foes. He has complete control over his disembodied limbs, able to separate them from himself over great distances to attack foes at range, as well as being able to rotate them freely.
Signature Attack: Flash Step: Del removes the wing from his back, collapsing the individual "feathers" into a single, razor-edged blade. He takes two steps towards his target then seemingly disappears, almost immediately reappearing behind them with his blade held horizontally in front of him. A gaping slash appears in his enemy a second or two later. (60 damage to a single target. 1 turn cool down)

((Yep.. I'm doing it again. For the umpteenth time, I'm calling this little campaign to a close and starting fresh. Now, as I begin an epic journey to the Registration thread, I leave you with this little nugget of advice: Never ignite a bottle rocket while sitting in a 2-man tent. It's just not a good idea :P.))