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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 16, 2007 9:25:01 GMT -5
Reikas poured a bit more energy into his attack to end this decisively.
"Had enough?" he asked. "I'll bet that wound's really getting to you about now..."
As soon as his greater attack completely overcame Onyx's, it split into a dozen smaller sphered that surrounded the player-character before him and flattened into serrated disks, spinning threateningly with a high-pitched whine. They hovered there, awaiting further instruction from their lightly panting master.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 16, 2007 21:57:17 GMT -5
"I suppose I've had enough when you say I have," Onyx said dully. Eyeing the floating disks warily, he cautiously lifted up from his flattened position. He'd been sure the Creator's attack ((btw, you said Kratos again)) would have gone straight for him. Most Opponents went for a straight kill. He brushed a bit of dirt off of one arm and attempted to do the same with the other arm, only to realize he still couldn't move it. With a small agitated frown, he locked his silver eyes with Reikas'.
"This is your battle, Creator. It goes whatever way you wish it to." He'd used most of his stats to ensure that none of them were withdrawn, so he was a bit grumpier than usual. His shoulder was bleeding rather profusely, causing a large blood loss. He could feel the effects of losing that much blood starting to make his head spin. After this I'm going to have to settle for an inn. If the Hackers see me like this, they'll know I fought someone stronger than me.... There aren't many that beat me so easily.... or so completely.
With a resigned sigh, he waited for one of three events: A) the finishing blow. B)the Creator to leave, or C)the Creator to recite some punishment. Of course there were other possibilities, but he figured those were probably the most likey occurances.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 17, 2007 16:52:49 GMT -5
"...It was our battle, I was not fighting myself," Reikas ((<--Ha, got it right that time)) replied. "And your choice. You put up a good fight, and I promised I would not kill you. I can tell you've worked hard to build up such a strong character, and it would weigh too heavily on my conscience to destroy all that in an unfair match-up of revenge. No, I'll let you recover now, and when next you sign in, you'll see some of your stats lowered a point or so. I'll give you the rest of your login time today to enjoy your current stats."
He was about to turn, when he hesitated. "...Do you need a potion? I'm not sure you'll make it with that wound..." He waved his arm, and the blades around Onyx dissipated into a black mist.
"Here, I'll at least restore a few stats from the drain I incurred..." The mist drew into Onyx' body and his stats were restored 1pt each.
((You can use that to heal him a little if you want, I'll leave it up to you. Heal him meaning the mist restores HP.))
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Post by Pyris on Sept 18, 2007 8:05:41 GMT -5
A strange tingle ran throughout Onyx's body. He rose unsteadily, still somewhat groggy from the blood loss. It was strange for an opponent of any caliber to heal and speak of concience. He would've thanked him....but he hadn't started the fight, so he supposed it wasn't his place.
His hair had fallen out of its carefully kept braid and scattered around his shoulders. His shoulder seemed to have repaired itself, so it seemed he could move it once more. Furrowing his brows slightly, he eyed Reikas. "You went out of your way, simply to fight me?" he questioned lightly. This particular Creator had always shrouded himself in mystery. In fact, he was fairly certain that the cat girl who claimed to be the Creator, was also this one. But he hadn't been sure what her Creator character would look like. He was sure it would be a woman. The other girl was just so..... not like this guy. Examining himself, he began thinking over the places he should go. He had to avoid the Hackers like the plague, lest they find out who he'd fought... and probably avoid his usual battling haunts. He wasn't up to par for them.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 18, 2007 11:32:26 GMT -5
"Well, you ruined my weeked byu forcing me to spend it here repairing the damage you caused, among other things," Reikas replied, "And it's rare that one such as I comes across a player character with high enough statistics to make a fight worthwhile without backing down my own. So...yes. I went out of my way to fight you. And now I'll leave you with a warning. Mind your strength. If I log in and find more extensive damage owing to you, I will kill your character. Do you understand, Onyx?" he asked.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 18, 2007 22:40:48 GMT -5
What right does he claim for such informality? Cocking an eyebrow, Onyx gave a soft roll of his shoulders. "I haven't done it before, it's not likely I'll do it again," he said flatly. If he'd had the skills, he would've offered to help with the repairs, but programming had never crossed his mind.
He'd research it when he logged out later. Chances are, after his absence, the Hackers wouldn't send him off on anymore 'beat up the little Anti-Hacker' missions. Most of the Anti-Hackers that wandered around weren't even mid-level. It was really pathetic.
If he were still that low a level, he wouldn't be so quick to choose sides. The Anti-Hackers had nice perks, too.
Then again, you had to be more socially adept than Onyx was.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 19, 2007 10:49:52 GMT -5
"Good," Reikas said simply. "Then I'll leave you to your work. Enjoy the game.' He flashed a sardonic smile, turned, and walked away, threading his way easily through the trees.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 20, 2007 11:36:26 GMT -5
Watching the man's back as it weaved through the foilage, Onyx couldn't help but think back on some of his words. "...Do you need a potion? I'm not sure you'll make it with that wound..." With a smirk, he realized how much it sounded like one of two things. When he fought someone he deemed worthy to fight again later, and how the Anti-Hackers fought and fixed their opponents, only to see them come back for more when they were stronger.
The first in command of the Anti-Hackers had only fought him once. She had conquered him while his average Stat levels were at 7. She had also healed him... and then she'd gone further to teach him a few techniques that he had used and altered to suit him.
He only hoped she didn't expect him to thank her. It seemed, though... he didn't feel the urge to fight her as he usually did with stronger opponents. Maybe he respected her to some degree.
This Creator, however, had simply healed him and left. The strange man had even complimented him by searching him out for a fight. It was a bizzare form of compliment, but the only type he would accept graciously.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 20, 2007 15:51:24 GMT -5
Reikas himself was thinking about Onyx, and the few others he'd encountered with stats as high as his. He wondered how hard they had to work to get their stats that high, and how long they'd been using the VR system.
He didn't seem like a VRA, he thought to himself. His reflexes were impeccable. He hoped the guy wasn't, because his little decision about not altering Onyx' stats until he logged off could have disastrous consequences if he was.
Little sense in worrying about it...He paused just at the edge of the forest, and glanced back. Onyx was long lost to view.
"Should have asked what he was doing here," he said absently as thr thought occurred to him. This was a random little pocket in the Zone--every Zone had one in one of the areas--that he'd programmed in as a secret sort-of safe haven that one could safely store weaponry in for a day or so, and occasionally he worked together with the others to create little side-quests in which, if one talked to NPCs, one could obtain clues as to the location of the random unmapped pocket and find a rare or valuable item or weapon.
I haven't set anything up for Salem...Not in a long, long time, he thought.
...Oh well. Maybe if I see him again, I'll remember to ask.
He quickly typed a message to himself and set it to alert him as a reminder when Onyx was near again.
He turned back, and reentered the main Salem Area.
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Post by Pyris on Sept 22, 2007 21:35:59 GMT -5
While he couldn't go to the HQ to heal up and gain whatever stats he had left back, he could go to the inn in Salem. With a frustrated sigh, he made his way back the way he had come from before the battle. Damn pain-in-the-ass Stat drops. Idiot Hackers. Of all the places to put HQ, they had to put it in the one area I acidentally mess up. ...... I have to restock.... Well, not really. I just need to find another weapon sacrifice.
He slid out the camoflauge entrance and watched the sky for a moment. This place is amazing. It's so real. His hand ran along one of the trees, marveling at the feel. I can see why he gets so mad over it. It looks like alot of work. Why doesn't he let everyone know who he is, though? Instead he hides, like a bat in a cave, waiting for the sun to fall. With a dry chuckle, he made his way through the muddy streets. The inn was relatively nearby.
Lost inside his own head, Onyx trudged on, seemingly moody, he supposed. I guess he doesn't want all that popularity... and the whining that has to come with it. Whiners. Pathetic. You can't rely on others... I've learned that well enough by now.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he skimmed his scanner quickly. Two lower level characters and the Creator were still in the area. There was also a mob of NPCs around one of the lower levelers.
And to think, he'd headed to HQ with the idea that he'd be logging out soon. He couldn't go back until his stats were efficient enough to escape notice.... That pissed him off a little. If it weren't for the perk of the monsters that they captured, he wouldn't care. They also got the most battle action...
He was running out of exscuses for staying in their group.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Sept 24, 2007 16:19:19 GMT -5
Kratos had spread his wings and flown to the rooftops soon after he reemerged from Salem. As he walked along the buildings, he gazed down at the empty streets. He typed out a message reminder to restock the zone, too. There weren't many players on, but that hardly meant the streets should be so empty and lifeless.
((Oops, my bad...forgot about this. >__<u))
Reikas scanned the Area for the others players, and wondered whether he ought to drop in on them to make sure they weren't destroying anything either. He was in a vigilante mood...
He decided against it.
Perhaps I ought to logout and search for more damage from a remote terminal, he wondered instead. I'm not going to find much more here...
((I might bring in a nonCreator character soon.))
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Post by Pyris on Sept 26, 2007 8:48:39 GMT -5
((Hmm.... *will wait, she supposes*))
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Post by Kazuma on Sept 26, 2007 10:28:47 GMT -5
Training Post Two
Blue electricity danced and crackled around the damaged circuitry sticking out of Ashsaber’s left arm socket. It’s opponent, R-Blade, had just slashed off it’s left arm with it’s razor sharp bladed tonfa. Ashsaber did not feel any pain, though. It simply pointed it’s machine gun at R-Blade and pulled down on the trigger. The machine gun only managed to release a burst of five bullets, which easily tore trough the lightly armored opponent. The reason the machine gun only released 5 bullets was because Ashsaber’s right arm was slashed off before the gun had a chance to release the 6th. Now armless and defenseless, Ashsaber backed up as electricity danced wildly around it’s right arm socket.
Faint black smoke rose out of the Swiss cheese like holes the bullets had reated, R-Blade had received a near heavy amount of damage from it’s opponent’s attacks. It backed up as well, it’s motions weren’t as fluid as before. The bullets had damaged internal circuitry and damaged some joint motors, as well. It appeared that it may not have the required strength to completely destroy it’s opponent.
((Posting from College FTW?))
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Post by Pyris on Sept 26, 2007 23:07:41 GMT -5
Onyx meandered over at the sound of gunshots. One of the lower level characters he'd scanned earlier was training, it seemed. He watched silently as the robot was diabled, as well as it's opponent. Well, it seemed fairly well disabled, but in battle, you never knew unless it was dead.
He could see the player, just standing there, and he knew what program the kid had. It was a fairly uncommon program, usually preferred by nerds. He hadn't chosen a summoning program like that because it left yourself open. It left a huge flaw. Your guardian wouldn't attack your Opponent if it was in a certain proximity to your body. If your program won't attack, and your level is low, your opponent can attack and easily destroy you.
That's why he'd chosen sacrifice. The tactical advantages were endless, and there were alot less disadvantages to it.
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Post by Kazuma on Oct 2, 2007 18:19:21 GMT -5
Vincent saw it fit to stop the battle now. He snapped both his fingers and a shining light enveloped the two machines. Then in a star track-ish manner they both warped away. He already knew which machine had won the battle and he didn’t want to spend even more time having to repair them when he logged out. Now that I have combat data for R-Blade I can start making a machine that has the qualities of R-Blade and Ashsaber.
His lips formed into a half frown when he saw how much points he had gotten for this battle. A measly two points, eh? It’s going to be a little before I have to permission to start making Super Robots.
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