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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:02 pm
"You wanted it broke, boss. Location Crossways Tabernacle. Confirm."
Digging deep, Corbin prepared himself for what was to come, even if it was Roan at level five by this system's gauges. He did still grin however, both as he knew it'd get a reaction from Roan, and the chance for a rematch. As he examined the digital version of his sire though, he delved into his own mind, reaching for Magra.
You're gonna gimme some o' that good juice now god.
... I suppose I can spare some time for your childish endevours, boy.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:06 pm
"Confirmed. Commencing simulation."
Shaking her head outside, Roan was chuckling as her replicated self wasted NO time in moving the second the simulation started. Even the real Roan was suprised by how fast her simulation leapt at Corbin, bounding forwards for what looked like it would be a frontal slash, before a step into her own shadow being thrown before her in front of the 'bar' caused her to vanish, reappearing instantly behind Corbin from HIS shadow to launch the slash at his back.
"Bloody hell!"
"Short range teleportation on the light bee allows for simulated Obtenebrate, and they have a much higher rate of speed than the old drones you had, allowing them to simulate Celerity up to the maximum speed we've ever clocked anyone at in the lab."
"...alright, that's impressive."
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:18 pm
"Too bad it's predictable."
Corbin, had expected as much. This simulated Roan had presumably no experience and at best, that which had been included in the last update of a Corbin drone, so it'd be playing to cautious and evaluating means. Before that however he knew, without a doubt it would begin with Celerity. Roan's trump card against all others besides Take, her speed.
The Obtenebration did surprise him some though, but not to the extent Roan was impressed by it. He just wasn't so tech savvy he understood as well as she did.
Fortitude was what he had prepared for the predicted charge, and he caught the blade in the crook of his elbow. Prolonged contact with that sword however wasn't something he wanted, not yet knowing just how involved the Daemon would be in this level simulation. Thus he'd use the momentum of the slash to get a good grip on the blade between his bicep and forearm, and turn outwardly with the slash to face Roan.
Swinging his tail across her ankle to get a looped grip and try to anchor her. He'd then swing his free arm in holding the Gunblade, aiming for the top of her hand just behind the knuckles. The aim was to disarm his sire, even if he didn't manage to cut half her hand off. This was about testing the TR though, and with that in mind, he'd utilize the same prinicple he'd used against the Garou downstairs. He'd fire a single .50AE round once/if the barrel in the blade passed above her leg.
"For it's level I mean!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:27 pm
"...congratulations Lady DeSeer, you have a brat."
"I know."
Grinning at the tech next to her, Roan pulled the nearest sofa closer and sat down, summoning Jan to bring vitae.
Inside the room however, the construct Roan was unphased by what occured. As soon as Corbin grabbed onto the blade, electricity would scorch through him. Power from the light bee emulated Také's abilities rather well, certainly powerful enough to cause the boy's muscles to go into spasm, meaning letting the blade GO would be difficult.
The construct herself melted. But not due to being broken. Roan turned to blood, dropped into a shadow and was gone, though the blade remained, spasming and pulsing inside Corbin's crooked arm.
"....what's powering those things?"
"You don't want to know."
"WHAT is powering those things?"
"...can we settle for the fact they may or may not be nuclear?"
"...risk?"
"Minimal. Cut one in half, and you'll still be fine. It wont explode."
"NOT nuclear then..."
"So not discussing this. Trade secret."
"...I can't hide in the shadow realm. Where's me?"
"...now THAT's a good question. Hang on... that's not right..."
Tapping away on a small palm unit, the tech glanced up, kicked the side of the TR wall in a specific place near an access panel, then grinned as Roan fizzed back into life some distance from Corbin, arms folded.
"Minor programming error - it still had the sword manifested and was treating it as True for a full construct being present. Missed a line of code, I'm afraid. All fixed now. It won't do it again."
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:43 pm
Grinding his teeth, though strangely still grinning as the familiar amperage kicked his everything in the balls Corbin was a little disappointed that this AI Roan had considerable access to Take, but then again it wouldn't mean anything if he just flailed a low level Sire simulate around by the ankle against a wall to break something.
"I can HEAR you!"
Once the simulate reappeared, Corbin focused solely on it and concentrated on his willpower. This was going to hurt... Though it already did anyway.
Maxing out his Potence, he fought against his own muscles and roared like a feral animal, the sound shaking the air around him.
NOW!
Veins bulged across his arms and neck heating red as the skin over his hands started to rapidly flake away till there was raw bloody mess left, though contained and formed. The black markings on his arm holding the Daemon sword spread over his neck and up to his eye though they became tinged with a rusty, old blood hue much like the pigment of his eye.
Black ooze exploded from the cut in his arm and he let the blade hit the floor with a massive exhale, muscles in his body still twitching.
With the black blood returned to the cut he grinned at the simulate, before then raising his weapon and firing a single shot. for the gut.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:52 pm
Turning side on, the construct wasn't quick enough to avoid all damage, dropping to one knee as the shot ripped across her stomach, tearing a bloody mess out of her. Had she been human, or living in any form, ripped entrails would be decorating the floor in curly whorls by now, but she wasn't, and the simulation even had the decency to leak ash flakes, a hand touching the injured area briefly.
"And I can hear you."
The voice came from the construct, perfect in tonality and pitch. Her right hand flickered with celerity, moving up high enough that when the sword materialised back in her hand, she could stab it straight into the floor, sending a massive jolt of electricity skittering through the floor, ripping up the Tavern's floorboards to explode around Corbin, hopefully shocking him as well as causing shrapnel damage from the flying, heated splinters of wood.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:06 pm
He knew damn well what was coming when that sword was aimed at the ground. After fighting Roan, and Take himself in the TR he knew that AOEs were high on the agenda. So he'd take a single step forward and using Potence rather than Celerity he'd launch himself at the cieling, tail whipping into it as an anchor with innate Fortitude and already maxed Potence.
Drawing his Desert eagle Corbin would empty the magazine quickly. Seven rounds in total though half of them weren't even truly aimed at the construct, but the floor around her. The rest were aimed to be non fatal however at her speed she could easily bring her head or heart into the line of fire if she wasn't careful.
"PYRE!"
Upon this command, the symbols carved into the bullets would ignite with an angry red glow, before they then exploded with fire like a blow torch back across the round body from the symbol and a good foot in length, the lead then melting and being propelled from the fire they generated like liquid heated shrapnel.
This was the nasty he had prepared for Ice before his last mission. About the full extent of the magics he knew from his family. Had his father not driven him out, he'd be more adept. This however would do for now, and combined with her AOE, would hopefully collapse the flooring around her, and drop her into the basement, while he swung from the cieling with the momentum of his jump and flew across the room to hit the wall above the fireplace, again anchoring with his tail.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:14 pm
Folding her arms over her eyes, the construct cursed in an archaic language Roan recognised, but likely no one else present would.
The cursing caused a flickering of numbers and letters to scrawl over her body - computer code, which settled down when she stopped swearing, and indeed fell into the basement below, vanishing into darkness.
Then TR went very quiet.
"...not a glitch this time?"
"The code on the body was. I don't know WHAT caused that, but this..."
"...is me doing what I do. He's an idiot if he goes down there."
"I will do my best to fight the urge to make a comment about what wisdom your kid may or may not turn out to have."
"Very wise, Pyke."
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:22 pm
Still grinning from the start, Corbin set his boots against the wall, and was thankful for the non-conductive surface, though he knew that would only get him so far. Roan could expand her AOE with tampering of the atmosphere after all. He could assume that much from their interactions at the very least.
"Is this TR air tight?"
Watching the floor with a calculating eye, he posed the query to the techs obviously, as he holstered the emptied pistol and held out his now free left hand, the flesh flaking away up to his elbow as he waited, crouched against the wall with a predatory awareness of the floor, and the shadows all around him, left arm outstretch a bloody mess up to the elbow and Gunblade held close across his chest defensively.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:26 pm
"No, you requested a Tavern setting, which in itself would not be airtight, thus the room is ventilating itself. If you request a locale with that stipulation, the room is capable of doing so. It can even provide underwater environs.
If you tell it to go to airtight now though, it will reset the simulation to square one."
"Wait, it can do underwater?"
"Your water bill may be higher than normal."
"....thanks."
The voices of the observers would fade away towards the end of the conversation. There was a vibration coming from the floor, that was enough to also rattle the bottles on the bar shelves. A stray bolt of lightning sparked off the metal railing around the bottom of the bar, and earthed itself on the metal capping on the legs of the nearest wooden chair. The smell of ozone permeated the air. Apparently, Roan was up to something.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:40 pm
"Heh, guess that's a no go then..."
In his mind, it'd be cheating if he changed the simulation now. Besides, he had doubts that it would even work. The TR only knew about what it was told,and even he didn't know much about the Bane virus. It might work about as well as his illusions. Besides, he didn't want the construct reseting.
As the bolt appeared, His eye narrowed. He'd have to make a move. Either draw the b***h out or go in after her. Dropping down an existing hole into a darkened, unfamiliar area while she was charging her laser however, wasn't an appetizing thought.
"Come out 'n' PLA~ay!"
Dropping his Gunblade into the opposite hand he then flicked his right arm out with force, expelling crimson blood rather than black across the cieling, then the floor.
Pressing his palm then to make a print on the wall under his boots, he released his hold with tail and leapt across the room, and over the hole, firing a single round down into the depths.
"Pyre!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 2:49 pm
What leapt out at him was not even humanoid. A whirling mass of shadow shot up out of the hole in the floor, the peak shaped like the head of a dragon, and spitting electricity from its fanged maw, snapping those jaws at the swiftly moving fledgling leaping across the gap.
"Whoa whoa! The hell is that?! I can't do that!"
"...hmm.. let me take a look..."
"Quickly, if you please, Pyke?"
The floor exploded upwards in a spray of wood splinters and electricity, revealing the front legs of the 'dragon', which happily started clawing its way up the walls after Corbin.
"That... is not a level 5 simulation. Better shut it down..."
"Wait. Don't execute the command till I give the word... I want to see what he does."
"...you cant even do what's going on in there, and you want to see what your kid does? Do you WANT him to die?"
"Pyke? Shut up. Start bug hunting whatever it is you programmed wrong."
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:00 pm
That, was interesting. And no doubt painful as ********. Good thing he could evade in mid air.
The passing light of the lightning illuminated the fine 'wires' of blood attached to Corbin's right hand and as the shadow dragon appeared it was with but a fleeting amperage of the lightning that he was yanked off towards the bar counter.
"Bloody nest!"
As the fledgling hit the back wall behind the counter, what glass remained shattering under his boots as his tail again anchored, the blood spray across the floor and ceiling erupted with needles, all of which aimed for the dragon, and upon piercing they'd branch with 'thorns' of more blood.
It wasn't enough to hold the shadow down, not even close with how thinly the vitae was spread... However, this was likely a manifestation born of blood, around the construct.
Throwing his free right hand out, palm open Corbin roared.
"INFECT!"
The blood that HAD penetrated the shadow form would disperse, and spread within the shadows seeking the source, seeking Roan inside them where the contaminated DNA would make contact, and begin infecting with the Bane virus.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:11 pm
The roar of anger from the dragon was loud, and lethal, more lightning ricochetting around the room, earthing on anything metal nearby.
Writhing and complaining, it vanished back into the depths, snarling, while the blood did its work.
"Kill it."
"No problem."
The simulation abruptly ceased, leaving Corbin on the floor of the TR, dirty marks on the walls beginning to fade as it self cleaned. Roan stood up, drained her glass and carried the pitcher in to give to Corbin.
"Pyke's got some glitches to work on. I can't turn into a dragon, for one. I assume La Magra had a hand in your own performance?"
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 3:21 pm
His grin grew wider as the dried blood hue in his eye started to glow, though something, not the amperage pulsating through him caused him to suddenly frown. He wasn't frowning like a sad child, but showing disappointment. Clearly something had not worked the way he'd intended, despite the fact he'd apparently dealt a devastating blow to the construct.
And then the simulation ended, and he was on the floor on his knees rather than crouched against the wall. He quickly beat back the damage done to himself, closing his eye and visibly straining to regress the markings on the left side of his body, drawing all of the expelled blood in the room back to his meaty limbs.
Muscles still in spasms he attempted to stand as Roan came in though while getting his second foot under himself, his leg buckled and he fell to one knee.
"You didn't have to stop it... I could 'ave broken it a lot more."
Taking the pitcher as his eye returned to normal finally, he didn't take the pitcher from Roan.
"Yeah. I used teh virus. I'd rather keep me bloody 'ands away from you given tha' boss. I didn't use teh air born variation i've been wanting t' test because it'd risk you lot."
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