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Post by S-to-the-D on Aug 13, 2007 12:14:21 GMT -5
((Okay, thanks.))
Reikas paused to shift his weapon into Indestructible, then buried it a couple inches into the pine needles and dirt of the forest floor, letting it stand there, hilt up, as he folded his arms.
"Option A is sounding relatively good about now, but I'm not quite that harsh or illogical. Yes, you've angered me very much by destroyed about a fifth of the entire Salem Zone, a feat that will take me hours to completely restore, but technically you were just playing the game, as far as I know. So, instead, I have the urge to simply fight you, beat you into the dust, and perhaps lower one or two stats, but that's about it."
He reached out, and pulled his sword back into his right hand.
"So what do you say, Reaper? Feel like testing out that AP on a Creator?"
Oddly enough, explaining himself had put him in a slightly better mood, since half of the stuff he'd said had only just occurred to him as he'd been saying, and it made the damage seem not as bad.
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Post by Pyris on Aug 17, 2007 10:19:18 GMT -5
"Logically, you being a Creator leaves me at quiet the disadvantage. I suppose as long as I have your assurance that I won't have to completely recreate my Player Character, I don't see much to loose except pride."
Pride is an illusion.
Usually, Onyx didn't wield a weapon, but he did have one for sacrificial purposes. Pulling out a kunai, he glanced down at it warily. Weapon sacrifices do more damage than items, but not as much damage as Statistics.... Those will be my last resorts..
His kunai, being a Level 9 weapon, naturally did Level 9 damage. All sacrifices followed this system. He threw up the weapon, point towards the sky, holding out his hand as it turned and started to fall. A blackish circle on his palm expanded to cover his hand as the kunai tumbled into the blackened void.
"Sacrifice Ignos." With nothing more than those words, fire shot out of his hand, surrounding the Creator. As a Creator, his word is final. He won't kill me... If the Hackers find out... I'll have to put up with their bizzare rogue worship.
Flames licked at the Zone Specialist's arms, sliding up his torso and lapping at his face. I really hadn't meant to destroy all that.... Since this is my punishment, I should fight him like he wishes to be fought. He fisted his hand and pulled, and the flames responded by tightening around Reikas.
They wrapped snugly around his pressure points, restricting movement by numbing his nerves.... At least that's what it was supposed to do. With a Creator, who knew what it did.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Aug 17, 2007 12:05:54 GMT -5
((Do you feel pain in the virtual world?))
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Post by Pyris on Aug 17, 2007 12:12:41 GMT -5
((Yes. You can feel everything, that's why dying here can cause death, though rare. It's like dreaming... You know, how they say if you die in your dream, you really die, because your brain can't tell the difference? Kinda like that... Your nervous system hooks up into the virutalizer (the thing you transport into the VR with) and it sends the signals to your system.))
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Post by S-to-the-D on Aug 17, 2007 21:28:18 GMT -5
(('K))
Reikas bit back a harsh scream as the fire licked at his skin, but seemed to blacken like he was being burnt too quickly, and suddenly vanished.
Shadows erupted out of the ground behind Onyx, and a seriously pissed Creator lashed out at the player, sword drawn, aiming to take at least an arm with him.
So you wanna play dirty?? he thought. Fine. I'll play on your level...
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Post by Pyris on Aug 19, 2007 22:40:29 GMT -5
Silver eyes didn't widen or narrow, Onyx simply stood, waiting for Reikas' move. He heard the sword draw, and anticipated a physical attack. A Creator's sword. Does it's beauty match it's power? Pulling a small vial of liquid from his pocket, he held it to his chest. "Sacrifice Vimos."
The blackish void returned to him, this time on his chest, where his heart belonged. The vial sunk into the abyss as a strange green glow started to surround him. His skin didn't particularly harden, but it became shield-like. The sanctuary potion was only a Level 8 item, so it only gave him Level 8 defense. Which was better than nothing, he supposed.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Aug 26, 2007 13:40:30 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Reikas' sword was a level 10 Creator's weapon, and his strength was the same. He didn't hesitate as his blade slammed into Onyx's shield.
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Post by Pyris on Aug 27, 2007 13:24:58 GMT -5
The green aura shattered like shards of crystal around Onyx, a few specks of green littering his dark hair. The blade cut into his shoulder, not as far as if the shield hadn't been there, but still far enough for damage. With a slight frown at the pain, more upset over the damage this would do to his position, Onyx ducked, effectively dropping the blade from his flesh, and rolled away in case he swung again.
Damn, I was expecting it to cut me, but not that deep. He didn't have any healing items. Healing paraphinalia was taboo to the Hackers. It meant weakness. He rolled his shoulder to see the extent of his limitations. Wincing, he was only able to roll it halfway before letting it drop.
I can't raise my arm, but it seems as though I can still move it if I keep it relaxed at the shoulder. Damn, that'll cut my reaction time. With a soft growl, he used the wounded arm to dig through the pocket on his thigh, where he kept his Power Items.
Here goes nothing. "Sacrifice Letos," he muttered softly and watched as the Nature Shard floated into the void that had appeared at his still-funtioning shoulder. A white glow surrounded the area as if a light was shining off of something through the trees. When the eerie glow faded, at first it seemed as though nothing had happened.
Without notice, one of the trees behind Reikas ((see, Reikas, not Kratos, lol)) began to move and bend, beginning to wrap it's branches around the Creator's arms. He says he won't kill me, but I'm not so sure he won't, anymore. Hopefully, a little less painful of a binding sacrifice would help him a little more. Pain just seemed to piss the man off more.
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Post by Kazuma on Sept 9, 2007 11:21:33 GMT -5
Ability Program Training Post 1 Zone 3, area 1: Salem
Vincent digitized into virtual world, and took a step forward. He adjusted his sunglasses as he looked around. He had made sure to digitize himself around the outskirts of Salem, so the training he was about to do could be done in seclusion. The data he downloaded while he was in the real world had arrived—A ping sound in his head had informed him of that when he first digitized into this zone.
Alright let’s get this training started, he thought, holding out his right hand, palm opened. A bright glow emitted from his hand, and caused something to materialize in front of him. It was his first mechanical summon, Ashsaber M. He then held out his left hand, palm opened. A bright glow also emitted from that hand, and caused something to materialize next to Ashsaber M. It was his second and new mechanical summon, R –Blade. The two machines walked forward, leaving large foot prints in the muddy ground.
Like a kid controlling a remote controlled car with a remote control, Vincent controlled his two machines with his mind. He directed them to move away from each other. Then when the two machines were a good distance away from each other, he willed them to start. Ashsaber M wielded its machine gun and R-Blade wielded its blade tonfa. He knew his machines weaknesses and he wondered which one would be the first to lose. R- Blade was a nimble machine. It excelled a close range combat, and had high mobility. Ashsaber M was an armored machine with ranged combat on its side. Ashsaber M took the initiative and attacked first. It pulled the trigger on its machine gun and released a burst of 5 bullets at R- Blade. R-Blade reacted to the attack by using it’s booster to dash towards Ashsaber M. It used its blade tonfa to block the bullets that were fired at it, three pelted the tonfa leaving dents, and two pelted its arm leaving dents.
Ashsaber M released another burst of bullets at R-Blade, yet it was all in vain as R-Blade had reached immediate range of its mechanical opponent. The bullets did connect leaving Swiss cheese like holes in R-Blades armor, but since it was unable to cause enough damage to disable the machine. R-Blade used its blade tonfa to slash off Ashsabers M left arm. Ashsaber M staggered back as electricity crackled around the circuitry damaged by the attack.
((Decided to separate Vincent’s ability program training and stat program training)
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Post by Pyris on Sept 9, 2007 22:32:59 GMT -5
(((*has been reminded that Gatlin should be training*)))
*****Training Post*****
Gatlin could feel the mud creeping into his boots. He could feel it, and it grossed him out, but he had to get stronger. Absolutely had to. If he ever wanted to be recognized by anyone, he had to become his own person... And to do that, he had to be stronger.
Green eyes slightly filming over from losing himself in thought, Gatlin skimmed the area. A small click signified that another player had logged in. The player seemed to be around his level, but he wasn't strong enough yet. He needed more power. His face began to shift, lengthening into a canine's snout as the rest of his body took shape. His legs shortened and his arms did the same, becoming knobby at the joints and bending in animalistic ways.
His aim was to be like the Legend Vox. He'd master this Ability Program and mean something to someone. He was sure of it. He rushed out into the field, going for the throat of the first Opponent he saw and ripped at it with wolven fury. He just had to keep going, had to get stronger.
With blood dripping from his muzzle, he charged after the next creature in his path.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 9, 2007 22:37:54 GMT -5
****NEWS POST*****
HIYA Everyone! Sequoi is back again! This time I've scooped up a little sumthin' sumthin' from Uncle Skat! After going through half his files, I found out about his Shapeshifter Package! Yeah! This ability program allows the user to take on other forms, and even cooler... In the final level, it can change the user into other people! Wow! But that's not the coolness here! He's already distributed test products to users in the VR! According to the records, a mysterious Player Character that goes by the Screen Name VOX has already MASTERED IT! FAR OUT! Watch your pockets folks! Over and out!
Sequoi ******
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 14, 2007 21:32:56 GMT -5
"Oh yes. Use the scenery to trap the Creator that created it. Brilliant idea," Kratos said. His body seemed to slacken for a second, during which time his controller temporarily receded from full immersion to type in a code. The tree and all its limbs vanished, freeing him.
Kratos straightened up, smirking. "You're going to run out of items fast this way..."
He vanished, and reappeared behind Onyx, his blade sheathed. He reached out to touch the back of the man's neck. The contact, if made, would sap Onyx's stats 1 pt every stat per second employed, and, had Kratos not been a Creator Level character, it would have transferred those stat losses to him as gains.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 14, 2007 21:50:19 GMT -5
Pale eyes widened as Onyx felt the Creator brush against the back of his neck, just beside the braid he'd done his hair up in. A chill flowed throughout his body, tingling swept along his spine, and he felt his muscles begin to astrophy. "The Hell?" he questioned softly. Syphoning.. He's syphoning my Stats... Dammit. As a last resort, to gain use of them before they faded, he decided to sacrifice the stats as quickly as possible.
He ducked from the cool hand at his neck, doing a small, ungraceful diving roll away from his opponent. This could be permanent.... He's a higher level than me... Even if his expression hadn't changed, his heartbeat had picked up and his adrenaline was beginning to pulse rapidly throughout his nervous system. This was why he fought... This thrill, this sensation, even if he lost... It was worth it all for this small thrill he felt. The stronger the opponent... the stronger the feeling.
It was why he'd joined the Hackers when they'd come looking... Why he didn't leave. They had the opponents he was looking for. Sure, if he was one of the Anti-Hackers, he'd be able to fight the Hackers.... but this was how it turned out. This is how it was. And now he stood before a Creator, in the midst of combat with his heart beating in his ears.
It was exhilerating. He rose slightly, using his unwounded arm to push himself up and make a cross along his chest. "Stamos," he muttered softly, feeling his Power Stats drop at least three points. A large, translucent ball of grey energy surged around him as he gathered what stats he could find useful and pulled them into this ditch attack. The effect wasn't permanent, but it did cause him to go without his proper stats for a few hours... It was inconvienent.
With a fierce glare, he used the full force of his body to throw it at his Opponent. He only hoped it was a memorable battle for the Creator. It wasn't everyday one was sought out to fight a Creator. The most short-tempered was Alexis, and even a battle with her was largely uncommon.. But to get into a conflict with the mysterious one, the one that few knew of, that was really something....
He only hoped none of the Hackers found out... They'd probably try to up his rank in some manner... He'd gotten all he wanted from them.. .He didn't want their pathetic ranks, or to be in ther rediculous war. He only wanted to fight.
So he did.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 15, 2007 17:15:12 GMT -5
Kratos drew his hand back, feeling the stats he'd siphoned translate into pure energy coursing through his body. He shifted into a more stable position, and gathered that energy into his own amorphous sphere of pure dark energy. Aiming carefully, blasted it right at Onyx's attack, a small smirk on his face.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 15, 2007 21:38:28 GMT -5
Onyx was exhausted. He knew Level 10 was more powerful than Level 9... but he didn't know it was this much more powerful. With a quirk of an eyebrow, he flattened to the ground. The blast from the Creator was consuming his own attack.. It was almost like it was eating the damn thing.
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