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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:26 am
 Toronto
Danger Level: None
One of the few large cities left standing in the North Americas. B.A.I.T.R decided that Toronto had been a very viable city to place their North American base in, due to the fact that it was very centralized in the continent. It would allow them to cover a vast majority of the northern sectors of Canada, as well as the United States below them. There are still cities in the United States that have managed to remain in tact, damaged, but still livable. They are not as safe as Toronto, due to the fact that they do not have the active B.A.I.T.R Base within their walls, but there are many strong folks who defend their homes, and many baiters who take it upon themselves to assign themselves to certain cities so that they can keep more than just one active metropolis in North America.
Toronto is not the furthest in advanced technology, nor is it the furthest in military defenses, or trade. It is a mediocre place, though it has no glaring faults. The city is good at everything, but master of nothing. It has a very lively night life, and the music that is generated from this city accounts for most of what is still broadcasted to the world. The CN Tower still stands tall in the center of the city's waterfront, and it is the central location that the B.A.I.T.R organization has decided to utilize as their home base. The massive free-standing structure has defenses built into the massive stem of the building, and the bulb at the top of the building that makes up the actual facilities contains everything a baiter could ask for. They have medical supplies, weaponry, direct links to Headquarters via teleportation and communication links. However quiet this city seems, however, it has a large underground crime scene, and these crime bosses own most of the city, running it all behind the curtains. They have employed baiters before, and paid them well to betray their organization and become their hired thugs.
There are many restaurants, pubs, clubs, and any other amenities one could ask for within the city limits. The city is built along the waterfront of a massive lake, the outside edge of the city, as well as this waterfront, is covered by a similar anti-intelligence shield as the one at Headquarters that prevents A.I. Cores from breaching into the city. However, this shield does not render the city invisible from the outside, it merely protects it from any intruders.
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
63
Total: 63 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 9:14 am
 Sarah Hartwell ۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah took in deep breathes, feeling the vibration of the bullet train as it shot down the tracks toward it's destination. It was finally time. She had finally finished her training. It was hard, but with no fighting background at all in her family, it was hard to even think about hurting anything or anyone without using some other means. Rich people could just simply hire someone to find something out about you and use it against you to make you back off. Sarah couldn't do that with the things she would be facing, these things didn't have something worth blackmailing and she needed to learn how to fight. It gave her poor mother a shock when Sarah announced what she wanted to do after the operation. Hearing the sounds of someone crying was very sad indeed. It probably wasn't the best thing to hear for her first time but Sarah had to tell her family what she planned to do. They would find out so easily if tried to keep it a secret. Her oldest brother definitely would have found out, being as clingy as he was to her. She wasn't sure if she actually liked how William was with her or not, she thought it was annoying but now she wished she could have her brother hugging and snuggling her right now as the train too her the B.A.I.T.R. headquarters in North America. Sarah opened her eyes, looking down at her headphones in her hand. She couldn't hear anything at the moment, not without them on and connected to the ports at the side of her head. Right now she wanted the silence and to stare at them. After today, she was told they wouldn't look the same if she passed the test and got stronger. She began to wonder what they would look like after everything was done. Would there be a huge difference or would it be small and subtle that she wouldn't notice it at all. It was still strange to her to be able to hear. But it was wonderful. There was a lot more interesting sounds. She never imagined that people would sound differently. It was nice to hear other people talking and learning the different pitches. It took her a while to know what everyone was saying, having never heard what things were called, only knowing their sign through sign language. Sarah had to go through schooling to understand their language and speech therapy to start talking normally. Even after seven years, Sarah wasn't use to speaking. It was strange, but being in a family of musicians, her family still made her learn to sing so in case she couldn't bring her violin, she still had something to remember them with in case she ever felt lonely. Sarah glanced at her violin case beside her. She wondered if they would mail her violin case back to them if she couldn't keep it. She figured they would, not like they would let her head home real quick. They would probably have her start working as soon as she passed the test, if she passed the test. She felt another wave of nerves wash over her. This was worse than performing with her brother during a party. Sarah looked up when she felt the train slow down, seeing the map showing that they had arrived at their destination. Sarah put her headphones one, pushing a small button at the ports, feeling a click as the headphones connected to them, and a wash of sound entered her mind. She lifted her hood up and grabbed her bags that sat beside her. She didn't bother putting them above her like most people did since she alone on the train. She waited for the train to stop, hearing a soft sound as the doors opened. A female voice said something, she wasn't sure what it said, something Toronto she thought. She stepped out of the train, watching her step and looking around her quickly. The station was really busy. Sarah glanced around before heading toward the entrance, trying to weave through the people and making sure she didn't bump into anyone too hard that they would talk to her. She was told once she made it to the station that she would need to head to the entrance and a taxi would be waiting for her to take her to the base. Sure enough there was a man with a sign that said Hartwell. She walked up to him, giving him a small nod. The man raised his eyebrow at her. " Sarah Hartwell?" He asked, unsure with how she kept her hood up even in public and she didn't have any weapons on her, being kept inside another case until she needed them. Sarah quickly dug in her pocket and pulled out her wallet, showing the man her identification. The taxi man looked over it, giving her another doubtful look before nodding. " Put your stuff in the trunk." He said as he made his way to the driver's side, popping the trunk as he slid in. Sarah quickly put her things inside it, closing the lid and slide into the backseat herself. Sarah didn't bother to glance around like a tourist. She had been to Toronto before with her family when they had concerts to perform. Her family thought about moving there but their roots were in Chicago, it was hard to think of up rooting them and taking them somewhere else. The driver stayed quiet, but Sarah could see him giving her a few glances from his rear view mirror. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, maybe he was doubtful that she was the person he was waiting for. She suppose it was hard to believe that she was a fighter, she didn't intimidating, she knew that. But surely not all fighters had to be muscular. It was a relief to see when she saw the B.A.I.T.R. base coming into view. The awkward ride was almost over. She did stare at the base, having never been really close to it like she was now. It was definitely impressive. She hoped the people there would know what she looked like, surely they did or else they wouldn't have sent her the letter saying they would except her today. She nodded at the driver, waiting for him to tell her how much the ride was. Though he just popped the trunk and told her to have a good day, and good luck. She felt a little weird not paying the driver, but still just sat there waiting for her to get out. " Thank you......" She said quietly before stepping out. She grabbed her bag and cases, walking up to the building, hearing the taxi leave. She felt herself get sick as she thought I can't go back now. She had to stop and take deep breathes, not wanting to go into hysterics. That wouldn't be a good impression to start with. Come on Sarah, you can do this. You can stand in front of millions of people and play your violin and sing, you can do this, all it is is a test. Once that's over, you'll be fine. She waited a few more minutes, waiting for the panic attack to disappear before standing and started into the building. The lobby was empty, which surprised Sarah since outside was just bustling with people. Sarah glanced behind at her, not use to the sudden change of noise to almost no noise. " Hello, what can I do for you?" A woman's voice said. Sarah looked around till she saw a woman sitting behind a desk, looking at her expectantly. Sarah walked up to her, trying to find her voice. " I...umm.... I'm Sar..... Sarah Hartwell....." The woman nodded, looking at the computer infront of her, typing a few things before giving Sarah a smile. " Welcome Ms. Hartwell, please go to the elevator and go to the twelfth floor. They will be waiting for you." She said before turning back to her computer. Sarah stood there for a second before looking around for the elevator. Her bags were starting to feel heavy. She went to the elevator, quickly setting her bags down. She stretched her arms a bit before hitting the button to the twelfth floor. She stood there, listening to the terrible elevator music. She always wondered why they would use such terrible music for elevators, was it to keep people from staying in there for too long? She heard a soft sound that said the elevator reached it's floor. Sarah quickly picked up her bags, waiting for the doors to open. She stepped out, seeing a man in a white lab coat. She looked at him as he motioned her to follow him. At least she didn't need to say who she was this time. " Please keep your bags here Ms. Hartwell." The man said, pointing to an area that had a picture of luggage above it. Sarah set her things down before continuing to follow the man. " Now we will be putting you to sleep for this test, it is perfectly safe. We will first be giving you your code core, which we will insert into your artificial ears. You do have them don't you?" He said, looking at her. She nodded, pulling her hood down to show him. The man gave them a quick look, giving a nod before continuing to walk. Sarah felt a little better, he didn't give her a strange look. They entered a room that was almost like the operating room they had her in when they started her surgery on implanting the artificial ears. " Please lay down on the bed Ms. Hartwell and hand me your headphones." He said, waiting. Sarah sat down on the bed, pressing a button, hearing the click and then nothing. She took the headphones off and handed them to the man. He turned away, connecting them to a computer. Sarah waiting patiently, playing a little music in her head. It was easier to entertain herself now that she knew what music sounded like. It seemed to take longer than she would have thought but the man turned around and handed her the headphones back, but kept her from putting them back on immediately. She looked at him confused. He held a paper that was written on. Once you put these on, there will be no going back. Make sure you're ready, lay down before you put the headphones on, we will need to gas you and it would be easier if you are laying down and less likely that you'll hurt yourself. Sarah take a deep breath then lay down on the bed, looking at the headphones. They looked the same, as least to her but maybe that was the point, so she wouldn't be scared to put them back on. Sarah nodded and put the headphones on, hitting the button to connect them back to her. The man quickly put a mask on her, the gas hitting her hard and had her out within seconds. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 98 OOC: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
96
Total: 96 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 3:03 pm
 Initiative Roll The male scientist held the mask over the young woman's face for a spell making sure she was out. He set the paper down he had written on for her since sign language was unknown to him, it needed to much social interaction. He looked at the machines that electronically with no wires keep signs on her vitals and she was already entering the dream stage. Good, he wished all were this easy, and not as messy as putting some other parts in. There were a few others in the room with him working on their own projects since this was scheduled. So the man shuffled past them grabbing the small chip that contained the weakened A.I. that she would have to face. He himself did not know which she would face, to keep things fair and all. Softly he cupped the right ear phone as the chip beeped to life and the A.I. swarmed into the Code Core ready to take on its opponante. The man frowned slighty, it was an eager A.I. Core, for such a calm skittish lady. "Hope to see you soon Ms. Hartwell," He murmured as his eyes looked up at the monitors rooting for her silently. The A.I. Core stormed into the dream world that Sarah's mind would construct for them to fight eager to crush the host over and over. Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 180/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 110 OOC: OOoh you got luuuuuckie with this dude. Great booster for a starting out character! Ugh, of course I rolled high!! xD I will just have him in a rage and not really paying attention to the surrounding so you can write what dream world they are in ^_^
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 4:19 pm
Turn 1 Freedom? All this time cooped up inside a chip! Even after having fought for its material form. That form was so pleasing. It could smash material things! Not broken pieces of data. Still the Royal Guard could feel bones cracking and crumbling beneath its large armored hands. It was an A.I. Core that was completely made of alloys and metal, no soft skin like some of the others liked to choose. Weaklings! As soon as he had heard the hum of the headphones as a Core it had sparked back to life and rushed as it knew it could to some space bigger than the chip that had imprisoned it for so long. Time however was a human thought but even the Royal Guard knew good and well that it had weakened while laying dormant. The excessive power that had surged through it was but a weak power inside now. Soon as it could form back to itself the Guard looked down at it large hands flexing them wanting to hear the creaking of the metal but none was heard. The Guard froze for a moment realizing there were no familiar sounds to process. It was still dark, murky even. Slowly the world around was starting to form and the Royal Guard finally realized what it was there for. He was inside a human's mind that wanted to take his code for themselves! Slowly the memories of fighting the pesky humans fused with cores of various types came back to him, oh how many he had smashed back then! The Guard would make sure to do the same as the over computing of the anger of being so weakened so that he could be used to kill fellow codes he looked around for his charge. There she was. All background was formed but he saw nothing other than the small human girl with those blasted ear covers he can come through. Making no noise he charged forward his arms out and fingers outstretched going for her head right now. It was now time to crush this human girl to bits. As he charged whatever might had been in his way was stomped and broken as he got closer and closed his hands hoping her skull would be there when they smacked together. Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 180/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 152 OOC:
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
91
Total: 91 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 6:58 pm
Sarah Hartwell 13 - 15 = -2 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99%)
Sarah's Skill: 15
Guard's Skill: 8
8 / 2 = 4 (15 / 4 = 3.75) Look at that, three freakin hits, love it heart ۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah glanced around her, recognizing her family's music room. Though that couldn't be right. But the walls were a soft cream color, the large ceiling to floor windows were covered with a soft light blue. And all around where Sarah looked, there were instruments, enough to equip a whole orchestra if the need ever arrived, though that was only on holidays when the entire family came over. Sarah was greatly confused, she was sure she had been at the B.A.I.T.R. base, but this seemed so real. Piano music began to play, making Sarah glance behind her to see her entire household standing around the grand piano, singing together. Mostly her brother's though, it was time for the singing practice. They always sang together. Sarah never joined, being deaf, there was no way for her to be able to tell if she was hitting the pitch correctly and even after the surgery it just didn't seem right to join in after being late. Her mother was sitting at the piano, her back straight as a ruler as she played. Her father was waving his baton around, his eyes closed as he listened for any mistakes. While one thought her family took the whole music thing too seriously but for them, it was their joy in life. They enjoyed bringing smiles to everyone's faces when they listen to them create something beautiful, whether it be from their own throats or the objects handed to them. She stepped forward, listening to her brothers as they sang the song. It was so lovely. But soon her mother stopped playing the piano and the oldest brother, William looked at her. Sarah gave him a small smile in greeting as he walked up to her. He took her hand, putting something in it. When Sarah glanced down, it was one of her swords. She looked at him puzzled as he said. " You're going to need this, baby sister." He said before turning her around, in time to see an A.I. come running at her. She watched as it raised it's arms, quickly ducking as she heard a metalic slap of the thing's hands. Her stomach rolled as she thought of the possibility of that actually hitting her head. Then she felt a little annoyed. It just tried to kill her like one would to an annoying fly. She wasn't a fly. Sure she was smaller than it but she was in no way a fly. She didn't waste anymore time, she quickly swung her sword at the metal man's mid-section, taking a step back before swinging again at the thing's head. She took a deep breath, feeling a little unbalanced without her other sword, but she would make due. She quickly made another lunge at the A.I., this time toward it's arm. She needed to find a weak point somewhere. That was the key, that's what they told her. Every armor had one, no matter how full it looked. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 206 OOC: 99% chance and I roll a freakin 91, this website loves to troll me scream Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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Dice Black rolled 3 100-sided dice:
77, 58, 13
Total: 148 (3-300)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 8:16 am
Turn 2 10-15= 1 (100-1= 99 -5%= 94% to dodge) MISS It had taken a moment for the singing to register to the Royal Guard as he charged forward. The A.I. was not fast by any means but neither was it slow. A quick short burst was about what it could muster for fights to land the crushing blows. The elegant music room setting had become solid halfway through the charge as instruments went flying from the bull rush. The brass one clanged on the ground while the woods quickly splintered. When things were destroyed in a fight, it only fueled the Royal Guard even more. How could such a spoiled human hope to fight against stronger A.I. cores? Then the humans dream family warned her of its oncoming attack giving the small woman time to dodge. As the Guard's large metal hands came together the loud screeching slap of metal on metal filled the music room the best it could. The A.I. Core let out an agry growl that clashed with the continuing singing. The Guard knew however that the young woman with the headphones on was his target and the rest were nothing more than imagination. The Royal Guard was also not one to mess with the girl mentally, it was all physical how it wanted to hurt her. The small, but sharp. sword came slicing through the air at the Guard's head and it moved to the right so the blade bounced off the hard metal with some pathetic sparks. The Guard was not made to match her speed but it would take a lot of strength to penetrate the shiny armor. The swing at its midsection bounced off more easily as the Guard was moving back to be able to charge again and it simply swatted away the blade that was going after its arm making her aim off and the blade harmlessly swing through the air. Not being able to give much time between its slower heavier movement the Royal Guard reached out for her extended arm going for the upper bone to crush with one hand so she would be impaired. It would have fun crushing her like she was its personal roll of bubble wrap. Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 180/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 248 OOC: get him Sarah!!
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 9:32 am
Sarah Hartwell 13 - 15 = -2 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99%) Missed Turn 2۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah felt a wave of panic as the instruments around them pushed away from them from the A.I.'s attack. He was almost like that green monster from that really old movie called The Hulk. She saw that movie a long time ago, of course with subtitles so she could read what they were saying. But this giant was definitely like that thing, only made of metal instead of... well whatever the Hulk was made of, it looked like skin but she never saw him take any serious damage. Sarah flinched at the clanging of the instruments. Something that always happened when a musician heard something damaging to an instrument. Sarah didn't worry about it too much though, it was a dream and she wasn't going to get in trouble if these were destroyed. She was amazed her family was still standing there singing, she would think they would stop while she was fighting or at least suddenly disappear. She didn't want to waste time seeing if she could make them go away. Her focus was only going to be on the big metal guy. Sarah felt a wave of panic when she saw that her sword simply made sparks when it hit the Core. That wasn't good. None of her attacks seemed to make any kind of dent in him. She stumbled a bit when the Guard just simply swatted away her sword when she lunged for it's arm. Sarah saw it's arm going for her raised one, quickly allowing herself to fall backwards out of the thing's reach. She rolled to the side before getting up quickly, making a stab to it's side. She stepped behind the Guard and gave a swing at it's back before trying the arm again. He swatted it away but let her hit everywhere else. That could mean something, she would have to test it. No matter how many times he avoided it and kept her from hitting it, she needed to be sure that that wasn't a weak spot that he was protecting. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 284 OOC: Sarah laughs at your slowness blaugh Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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Dice Black rolled 3 100-sided dice:
36, 18, 8
Total: 62 (3-300)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 10:28 am
Turn 3 10-15= 1 (100-1= 99 -5%= 94% to dodge) MISSEDAgain the little woman had managed to dodge its attack. Clasping nothing but air the Royal Guard let out a unsatisfied grunt letting the momentum it had spin it around to follow the human as she tumbled to the side. It was quick strikes that came its way but its armor held strong just as the A,I, core knew it would. That was all it was made up of, even in this mind of human. Even though the sounds of the singing filled the air the rest of the dream world seemed quite to the Royal Guard. as if the normal ambient noise of life was not there. Though this thought was the extent of the Guard's thought as the sword came towards him again. The side stab glanced off its armor catching it on a full plate piece. The Guard felt the ding in back but once more only sparks knocked off of its armor, though the A.I. knew too many strikes in the same spot would wear down the strong alloy. When she swung once more at its arm however the Royal Guard let the blade wedge in between the blades on his gauntlet and threw its arm to the side making the sword fly backwards with a strong force. Even if she had been able to keep hold of the small sword the Royal Guard once more continued with the motion and its other hand made a fist. Heavily and quickly the fist went flying towards Sarah's rib cage that was closest wanting to crack those bones, even a punctured lung would be nice right now. This fight was still in the early stages but a blow has yet to land on either side. The Royal Guard was tired of this dance and needed to kill this human woman quickly. She could not go on and be a Baiter destroying more A.I., the world was theirs not the humans! Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 180/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 322 OOC: get him Sarah!!
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:07 am
Sarah Hartwell 13 - 15 = -2 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99%) Missed Turn 3۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah lightly growled when none of her attacks didn't seem to do anything to the A.I. Surely there was a way to hurt the thing, it got caught somehow. That means a baiter weakened it to be able to give it to the base to use on new people. Unless the baiter was really that strong and there wasn't any way to beat this guy. Though that wouldn't make sense if they wanted her to survive this battle. What would happen if she didn't win this? Would they be able to get it out of her before it took over her mind? Or would they simply put her down if she didn't succeed like a dog? She mentally shook herself. She couldn't think of that. Just like not thinking about messing up during a show, when it happens, then you think about it. Sarah paled a bit when her sword stuck between the blades of the gauntlet. This was too close, even for swords. Sarah was quickly intimidated by the size the A.I. for a second being so close to it, she barely reached it's chest. The Guard quickly threw the sword away, causing her to lose it. Sarah didn't worry about it as she saw an arm come toward her with the intent of hurting her. Sarah quickly ducked, feeling the air behind the arm swept past her, making her short hair sway a bit. Sarah glanced around for her sword, seeing that it was across the room. Taking a deep breath Sarah toward it, seeing a flute on the ground, from what she could tell if fell off the table it had been sitting on before the Guard did his clap attack. Sarah grabbed it and threw it, taking aim for the A.I.'s head before continuing her dead run for her sword. Sarah felt some relief once the sword was back in her hand. She turned toward the Guard and charged him, swinging at his leg then an upper cut at his arm again, praying that she did any kind of damage and kept her sword from being taken again. That was unnerving. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 358 OOC: These high rolls better stop >.> Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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Dice Black rolled 3 100-sided dice:
79, 93, 14
Total: 186 (3-300)
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 8:36 am
Turn 4 10-15= 1 (100-1= 99 -5%= 94% to dodge) The Royal Guard noticed the small woman's reaction when it had caught the slender blade in between the spikes. Had she no training in fighting other than harmless spars? The fact that the sword went flying through the air away from her made the A.I. Guess she had not. IT could not fail to a human not ready to take on the rest of the A.I.'s that were so much stronger than it. If she had come across the Royal Guard before it had been captured the woman would have been a bloody puddle on the ground with no way of recognizing her. In it's thoughts the Royal Guard had missed her once more. Sarah knew how to get away it seemed, though the fight had to be taking it's toll and soon they both would tire, it had to destroy her before then! Then the woman darted off away from him, was she giving up already? It was not a smart move to turn your back on your opponent! Then she threw a puny wind instrument at it's head. The A.I. Was taken a back as the flute bounced off it's helmet, not even phased once again. Throwing items was in play? It could join that well enough itself. The woman came charging back at it and the sword made contact with it's leg as the metal on metal screeched loudly and the Royal Guard's heavy armor buckled and opened exposing the wires underneath, it was not horribly damaging, the equivalent of getting a light cut for the humans, but it enraged the A.I.. That had been too close of a call. When the sword came once more for it's arm the Royal Guard let out an annoyed snort. “Puny human! You will not live through this!” It bellowed with its electronic voice that was still deep. With grace that it had not shown yet the A.I. Grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a large wooden string bass and swung it dead at Sarah. She threw the instruments first, it could join in that game. Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 180/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 396 OOC: get him Sarah!!
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Zenko Kaze rolled 1 100-sided dice:
39
Total: 39 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 7:12 am
Sarah Hartwell 13 - 15 = -2 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99%) Missed Turn 4۩…………………………………………………………………۩ Sarah could feel her muscles begin to tire. How long have they been fighting? How long has it been in the real world? What could be years in the dream world could be merely five minutes in the outside. But here, she felt the usual toll of the real world. Just how much of this was real? She wasn't about to test it, allowing the Guard to get a free hit on her. She would rather find out when he got lucky and hit her himself. Sarah heard the sound of the flute hitting the Guard, but since nothing came after that, she was pretty sure the thing didn't do anything. It probably hit his shoulder or something. What was she thinking? A flute? She would be better off throwing a cymbal so that sound of it would at least hurt his ear drums or whatever he had. Or whatever they had, since her hearing was the same as his in a way. But a out of control cymbal was still annoying no matter what kind of listening device you had. Sarah watched her attacks once again not do anything, taking a few steps back. She blinked a bit at the A.I. as he spoke to her, calling her puny. She felt her temper start to bubble, a temper she had only used once and that was on her ex-fiance. She may be small but she sure has hell wasn't puny. She could hold her own against trainers where they said she was ready to fight. She wouldn't be here if they said she couldn't. She watched as the A.I. picked up that large bass and threw it at her. She merely glared at him, taking a side step so that bass went past her, her hair once again ruffling from the wind behind it. Sarah bent her knees then charged toward the A.I. again. No more thinking. Focus on your attacks. You can't win if you just stand there like some spoiled brat thinking it's unfair that he won't go down easily. You have learned your lesson soon after you could hear, nothing is easy. She thought to herself as she raised her sword and swung at the A.I.'s arm, then taking a couple of swings at it's torso with quick speed. She was going to finish this, and finish it fast. ۩…………………………………………………………………۩Outfit: Clothes JacketLine Count: 436 OOC: Make Sarah a bad a** real quick rofl Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 10 Defense: 15
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
26
Total: 26 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 3:52 pm
 Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
It was all but crippling. The weight that seemed to rest on his shoulders, crushing him with every intake, deflating him with every exhale. The images that swam through his mind, like a movie he couldn't turn off, and it only go clearer if he closed his eyes. At least like this, he could stare ahead and pretend it wasn't real. For now, he was content with just sitting. Staring. Wishing for nothing more than the pain to go away. Wanting nothing less than to forget.
It was like a cold, metal hand was reaching into his chest and squeezing the life out of his heart. The pain of loss is easily one of the most unforgettable things, with very few things matching up to it. For example, the feeling of helplessness, and watching people you love die. Unluckily for Dal'Mori, he had to experience all three... Simultaneously. One would have a rough time coming up with a worse nightmare than that, though Dal'Mori wasn't one to play the 'My pain is worse than your pain' game.
Normally, on a day like this, when the Baiters were supposed to be there, protecting his village, he would be getting up to start training the young ones who wanted learn how to properly do battle with the enemies of the community. He would go through a painstaking amount of effort to help them perfect the forms of combat his people had taught themselves. He would teach them to rely on each other as if each member of their team was an arm, or a leg. Something they couldn't live without. Teamwork was everything, it was the only thing that mattered.
What was he doing now? Remaining motionless, in a place far from his home, without anything familiar except for his armor and weapon. He was in a building made out of some form of metal, nothing like the wooden buildings he had grown accustom too. Sitting next to an 'actual doctor office' , as he was described to Dal'Mori, instead of being near the village Healer. He was sitting in a 'chair' instead of on sawed in half logs, as he was accustomed too.
Everything was different. Everything he had, everything he thought mattered, everything he once held dear was gone. Washed away in a wave of enemies that seemed endless, was relentless, and left behind all notions of mercy or kindness upon attack. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and an empty feeling inside of himself.
It was truly devastating. The only sight that greeted him in slumber, the only thing that waited for him as he woke, the only thing that occupied his thoughts as he moved mechanically from day to day, was the sights that he'd been forced to endure in those final hours. What made it worse, what made it truly torturous, was not just that memory, but the memory of all the smiles, all the happiness that had been present simply moments before hand. Seconds before everything went to hell.
No matter how hard he tried, he remembered it all in excruciating detail. Every patch of skin, flawed and flawless. Every color of eye, dark and light. Every twist of lip, expressing the joy they felt from simply being together.
Every broken body.
Every empty gaze.
Every scream of terror.
It was an endless cycle, repeating over and over, filling him up with a hopelessness that he hadn't known before. If he had been stronger. If he had been faster. If he had noticed before hand. Reacted faster. Made sure to keep the mind altering substances from his crew. So many mistakes that lead up to what he considered his greatest failure. The worst moment in his life. All those faces he would never see again, all those voices that would never grace his ears. If he could take even one of them with him to the grave, he would die with a tiny amount of solace in the action.
At the same time, it filled him with a deep seated need that went bone deep. A boiling in his blood. A fury in his veins. Icy spikes down his spine. He wasn't strong enough to stop what happened to his village. He wasn't skilled enough. Fast enough.
He would be.
The need that fueled his every movement, the desire that made him wake up in the first place, the thing that stopped him from trying to follow all those he loved? Revenge. It bit at him like a rabid dog, ripping into every core of his being. Digging itself deep into his body and soul like a parasite, attaching itself to every memory. Fueling his every action with enough dedication to do what needed to be done, to achieve what he needed to achieve.
For everything, however, there is a price. What would the price of this be you might wonder? Well, in this case, it would require him to bind himself entirely to one of the very creatures that ruined his life. Sure, he could go and get some of these 'enhancements' he'd overheard a conversation about, become strong and fast enough to destroy anything that got in his way. However, it would end the same. He wouldn't be able to kill them.
Here? Here he could get the power he needed to kill them. Here he could become more than human, and make sure none would ever have to feel what he felt. He would spend his life, no matter how long it took, how much damage his body sustained, how many times he had to stand back up, killing every single one of those monsters that left his life a wasteland. The best part? He would enjoy every moment of it, because every single one of those things he destroyed, would make the world that much better of a place.
More than that though, he wanted one in particular. He wanted this one so bad, he could almost taste it's death as if it were a flavor. He wanted to have the inexplicable pleasure, the indescribable joy of ending the life that ended his. He wanted to stand over that creature, make it feel as helpless as he felt. Take everything it once had from it in one moment. Then, as it lay at his feet, defeated and dismayed, he would look down on him with the same anger it had shown him, with the same fury.
It wouldn't end there though. Oh no, mercy would ultimately be too kind an ending for the monster that ended Dal'Mori's life. He would make sure it wound up being one of the Artificial Intelligence Codes that these people used as their power source. He would make sure to do everything necessary to bring it to heel, and then he would make sure it got turned into a slave like the rest of these things they had. It was the ultimate revenge.
He wanted this revenge with every fiber of his being. It was what he figured would absolve him of his failure. What would bring him peace from his nightmares. What would make their faces stop begging for him to save them, stop screaming at him for failing them. It would bring him from the line of insanity he was sure he was walking. He just knew it would. He just knew.
This was why, if one were to look for him for some reason, they would find him here. Sitting in this chair, outside the room, waiting as patiently as he could, staring listlessly at the wall. It was clear as day to any who looked at him as to what he was. A warrior. Everything he wore was practical, with the exception of his new trench coat. It was a nice white, slick and shiny, as if made out of polyester. It was actually made out of some material he couldn't pronounce, that was designed to be water, and thus blood, proofed.
His hair, while trailing down his spine even going so far as to be able to rest on the floor, was kept in a neat pony tail, allowing him to maintain its length as a testament to his age, while still keeping it manageable within the confines of combat. The only exceptions were a few strands on either side of his head that simply did not reach the clasp, or were not obstructive in anyway. Some of it even framed his face quite nicely, giving it a dark and mysterious feel, even with the soft edges and lines that one would find unusual on the face of a fighter.
If one looked close enough, they would see the outlines of armor underneath his trench coat, and the combination of metal and tough cloth boots he wore would solidify the idea. That, and the weapon that rested alongside of him. This weapon was taller than he was, while sitting down at least. It was thin, but not too thin metal, that at first look seemed rigid and unyielding, but Dal'Mori knew better. The most intimidating part of the weapon, however, was not its length or material. No, it was the ruthless looking spear head that resided on one of the two ends of the weapon. It easily appeared well used, and at the same time well taken care of. It was the weapon of a fighter to be sure.
"We're ready for you." Came a sudden voice from beside him, almost startling enough to cause him to jump. If it weren't for the fact he was expecting it, he probably would have with how deep in his own thoughts he was. He languidly rose to his feet, his body hardly responding to his demands. It was still tired, he had gone almost a whole week without food or water, and even with the medical care he received he was still not even close to up to snuff. He drove on though, without a care for his own personal health. He didn't care. He would push through this, go through any of the tests he needed to take afterwards as needed, and then he would throw himself into the world outside the walls once more, intent on killing each and every one of those Code monsters.
There was a slight issue however, despite having the drive and the deep seated need to go through with this, he was for some inexplicable reason, ridiculously clumsy. It was the most annoying thing, when in the midst of combat no step was out of place, no movement wasted, nothing that would interfere with his own attacks or those of the team he fought along side of.
When out of it however, he moved like it was his first day in his body, as if he was basically blind. This point was proven when he bumped rather harshly into the door frame just walking into the room with his hip. Followed by slipping, and slamming his elbow on the counter while knocking down something that looked quite expensive, and if the reaction of the doctor was anything to go by, it probably was. Finally, ending this little fiasco by tripping over some wire that rested on the ground. If it were a snake it would have bit him, but somehow he remained oblivious to it's existence. Up until he tripped over it that is.
The doctor, a kindly looking gentleman, took some pity on the seemingly absent fighter that had come into his operating room to undergo the binding process. He figured the younger lad was still suffering from the severe trauma and loss he had undergone recently, and decided he would help the young man into the bed for them to begin the procedure. Dal'Mori, of course, would never mention that it was actually just his own bad luck that caused this to happen. Sure, it was a given that he was significantly more distracted than normal, his mind was most certainly not on keeping himself standing straight, but that wasn't the cause for his stumbling around. He would, however, allow the doctor to believe what he was already thinking.
For the first time in days he spoke. Two words and that was it. "I'm ready." His voice was rough from disuse, but it had a clear baritone ring to it. He didn't care though. What happened here would determine the rest of his life. It would write the course of his future. If he won, and killed this monster, he would go on to atone for his failure, bringing down as many of the monster's as possible. He would avenge his fallen brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers no matter how much blood he had to shed.
If he lost... Well, he didn't really want to think about that. He didn't want to imagine facing those that occupied his thoughts without managing to at least earn a little revenge for them. He didn't want to know what they would think of him, or say to him should he come to the afterlife and have nothing to show for the life he'd been left with. So he steeled himself, ready to face any challenge that came his way, ready to lay waste to any wall that may be in his path.
And with that, he knew nothing but darkness.
This time however, he was ready for it.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 Strength: 15 Defence: 10 Line Count: 118
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Kisame Hoshigaki sama rolled 1 100-sided dice:
99
Total: 99 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 12:36 pm
 Rachel CaldwellRachel's breathing was ragged, her legs ached, and her lungs were on fire. How could this be happening? How could this possibly be happening? They were so close, so incredibly close. As she peared through her raven black hair as it lashed about her face Rachel could see the towering walls of Toronto before them. Their final destination was before them. How long had it been since her and her siblings had had a restful night? A proper meal? An actual bed and a sense of security? Over a year now. They had been so happy when they finally saw the lights in the distance. So relieved they all almost collapsed right there. But the wilderness was not done with them it seemed. Hot on their heels was a terrible monster. A beast the resembled a wolf made of metal and lights had let out a blood chilling howl before it began bounding after them. As it let out another howl Rachel sqeezed her soster's hand tighter. "Keep up Sophia!"Matthew yelled as he pulled the little girl along. Both Matthew and Rachel held one of her hands in their own as they all but dragged her along. The girl didn't seem to mind all that much however, as this was a common occurance. "We'll be fine, we're gonna make it!" was her response. Rachel wishe he could feel as confident as her sister sounded. Her optimism and spirit seemed to be what kept the three of them sane as together this past year. With a tight squeeze of her hand yet again Rachelkept the tears from forming in her eyes and coaxed her legs to push even harder. The walls of the city were closer and closer, yet they still seemed an impossible distance away. And what was worse was the snarls of the A.I. behinds them sounded closer as well. It was gaining on them. With a whimper and a full Rachel looked back over her shoulder to see how close it was. Instantly she regretted this, for the monster was only a few meters back now. She could see the glow of its eyes and the shine of its teeth. Shuddering she snapped her head back forward and concentrated on reaching that wall. With the wall so close Rachel thought they were going to make it. She swore she could almost touch it, and a loud whining spun pierced the air as metal moved against metal. Someone up above mist have spotted them! Slowly a gate that lay just before them began to open. "We're almost there!" Matthew shouted beside her. This was happening, they were really going to make it! Until an errant rock caught Rachel's foot. With a shout the raven haired girl tumbled to the ground, sliding and scrapping against the earth. Her ears were ringin from the impact and all she heard were the visage screams of her brother and sister. As she coughed she rolled onto her back, her mind moving mch to slowly from the fall. When she finally got her wits about her again she let out a blood curdling scream as she saw the wolf like A.I. soaring through the air at her. She threw her arms up in a feeble atempt to defend herself as her doom zeroed in. This was it, she was finished, and she knew it. The beast opened its jaws wide, ready to sink its fangs into its helpless victim, when suddenly it was struck in the side by a strong force. Rachel saw her brother slam shoulder first into the monster just before it could get its claws on her. The two went sprawling in the dirt as small hands grabbed at Rachel's own still held in front of her face. "Come on! Get up! We are going to make it, hurry!" Sophoa was screaming at her. Shaking as tears were rolling down her cheeks Rachel managed to scramble to her feet and begin running with her sister. The two only got two steps though nefore turning back to look for their brother. "Matthew!?" Rachel yelled in alarm. The boy was back on his feet already and running towards them. "Go!" he shouted. "I'll catch up, just hurry!" Rachel's face was pained but she listened to him. He was the fastest of them all anyway. Watching as he drew the metal pipe he had on his back she took her sisters hand and began sprinting for the gate again. That had been too close she thought to herself as they ran. How could fate be so cruel as to deny them their rest after so long a journey? With safety so close at hand? Rachel heard the sound of metal on metal behind her and had to look back again. There she saw her brother running still, but his pipe was bent and the wolf was shaking its head from the blow he had just dealt it. Matthew would keep them safe, as he always had. They had tangled with these beasts before, when running was not an option. Sure of this Rachel was able to put one foot in front of the other as she pulled Sophia towards safety. Within half a kilometer of the open gate another sound peorced the cold air. An echo of howls from all around sounded off. It was an entire pack of the wolves! As glowing eyes and nashing fangs came clambering out of the darkness the gates to the Cory began to close. Rachel's heart sank in her chest as she feared they might not make it in time. But before he could lose to much steam a familliar hand grabbed her free one and pulled her along. "Hurry!" Matthew shouted at her. Closer and closer the gate became, just a few meters, a meter, they were right on top of it. With a shout of effort Matthew dove for the shrinking opening and pulled his sisters along with him. As the metal groaned and strained to close the trio soared through the narrow opening and into the city of Toronto. With a crash the siblings landed in a heap on the pavement just inside the gate. They had made it! For just a moment the three of them laid there, a sense of euphoria overtaking them. They had really made it, Rachel almost couldn't believe it. A nervouse an involuntary laughter Egan to overtake them as their nerves began to melt away. After working for so long their struggles were at last at an end. They were safe at last. Or so they thought. As Rachel looked from Matthew to Sophia a glint of light caught her eye, and suddenly things began to move in slow motion. As th gate continued to close a long tail with a sharp barb on the end flew between the metal gates. Rachel obly had time to open her mouth before disaster struck. Before the scream could escape her lips a sound that would haunt her nightmares met her ears as a crimson barb burst from Sophia's chest. Rachel's scream finally left her throat, accompanied by her brother as they heard their sister's laughter die, choked off by a gurgle. They saw the light leave her eyes as she coughed up blood. The metal tail then jerked back to pull its victim out through the ever shrinking opening in the city's entrance. Rachel and Matthew shot their hads out to grab their sister's now limp body. Rachel's fingers just barely managed to catch one of her sister's bows, her brother missed entirely. And just like that Sophia was gone and the gates closed with a bang. At first the older siblings were frozen, shock and horror holding them still as statues where they sat. Both of them then let out a soul wrenching wail of sorrow. Rachel sank onto her hands and began to sob uncontrollably as her brother shot up and began banging on the metal gates. Guards and baitrs quickly ran up and pulled the young man off the doors as he struggled against them. "Get off me!! Open this damn gate we need to get out there and save our sister!!" he hollared. The two men holding him struggled to keep him restrained as he thrashed and lashed out at them. "Calm down boy, there's nothing we can do for her now. I'm sorry, but she's gone." Rachel could only sit there and sob as she watched her brother over power the guard in his rage. Her brother wrenched his arm free and slammed his fist into the man's nose. He then lunged at the guard, pinning him against the cold steel wall with his hand on his throat. "Nothing you can do?! That's my sister! My little sister! She's only 12, and you are telling me there was nothing to you could do to keep her safe!" his fist slammed into the man's cheek as fire burned on his eyes. "Are you telling me there is no one here who could have prevented this?! No one who is supposed to stop those monsters?!" Before he could punch the man again the oter guard pulled the angry blonde off of the poor man who gasped for air. Regaining his composure somewhat the guard just have Matthew and Tachel a sympathetic look. "Look kid...the only people strong enough to stop those things are baitrs...You wanna try and fight those things?...Check with the baitrs in the middle of the city." he gasped gasped out between breaths. Matthew shook his arm free from the other guards grip but didn't do anything more than cast a baleful gaze and the man and then at the ground. The guards left the siblings in peace and went back to their posts on top of the wall. After glaring hatefully at nothing in particular for a moment the young man turned back to face his remaining sister. Rachel had not moved from where she sat. Her head hung low and her shoulders bounced with her sobs. There was no more noise to her crying, but the tears still flowed freely. The poor thing was clutching the pink ribbon in her hands as tightly to her chest as she was able to. Matthews expression softened, morphing from rage into grief as he sank down beside his siter and began to cry with her, pulling her into his chest as they shared their grief as morning in the middle of the street. After what felt like an eternity the older of the two wiped his tears away and lifted his head up. He gazed down the street at the incredibly tall tower towards the center of the city. The baitrs were the only ones who could fight this monsters... Well why hand't they been there to save Sophia? Setting his jaw in a determined expression he squeezed his sister. "Come on Rach..." The younger sibling took a moment to respond. When she spoke we voice was hollow, as if she had to mechanically force it out, it was completely devoid of any inflection or emotion other than shock and a deep sence of mourning. "...Where?" He didn't look down, he just kept staring at the tower. "We're going to see the baitrs. We're going to become baitrs. We'll get our revenge on those sons of bitches... And we'll make sure they don't take any more Sophia from anyone else... Mom, dad, and now... now her... We have to make it stop. And I won't rest until those monsters have paid for what they've done!" Matthew strained to keep the sobs from coming back as he spoke. Standing up he helped his sister to her feet. Rachel didn't respond, didn't say anything, she was still in shock. As Matthew asked of she was ready all he got was a slight nod of the head with a thousand mile stare. Rachel's eye were paler than usual, she was lost in her head and her emotions. But deep down in the very core of her being she trusted her big brother. If he said they needed to become baitrs then they needed to become baitrs. She didn't know how they got to the baitr base, she had just been pulled along as Matthew manuvered them through the crowds and busy streets of Toronto. Life was a blur to the black haired girl. They had arived at a very large building and were quickly taken inside. Her brother dragged her along as he angrily chatted and yelled at many of the staff in the building. They tried to warn him lof the dangers of the procedure he wanted to undertake, but he would have. One of it. With heated arguments and animated discussions they made their way to where he wanted them to be. Rachel offering the occasional nod of the head when questions were directed at her. She just went along with her brother, trusting his judgment. Deep inside the base the two were prepped and readied for their trial. When asked if she would like to use anyhing for her core Rachel just looked down at the pink ribbon she had been clutching since the death of her little sister. Taking this as an answer the techs carefully pried the item from her fingers and began the N.I.C.E. process of turning it into her core. The siblings were then told they would be taken to separate rooms for the trials. Matthew hugged Rachel and told her that returning would be alright. With a kiss to the forehead and an 'I love you' he was taken to his room. Rachel whispered back "I love you..." and then she too was taken to her room. It was a large circular room with techs along the walls manning computers and terminals and all sorts of things Rachel had no idea what they were for, not did she even fully register their existance. Still mostly on auto pilot the youn woman just followed orders she was being gone and laid down on the table in the center of the room. With the new and improved ribbon tied in a bow on the top of her head, just as her sister always wore it, Rachel closed her eyes and allowed herself to be put to sleep as the crystal housing the A.I. was lowered down and into its new core. As she slipped intto inconsciousness the poor girl had no idea what she had just gotten herself into. Her only thoughts were on her sister, and how much she missed her. Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 140/140 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 5 [--] Strength: 8 [--] Defence: 30 [--]
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Dice Black rolled 3 100-sided dice:
42, 83, 47
Total: 172 (3-300)
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 4:17 pm
Turn 5 10-15= 1 (100-1= 99 -5%= 94 - 15 (stam rule)= 79% to dodge) FAILED x1 50- 40 = 10(defense can only block 80%) The Royal Guard had watched carefully as the woman had given away with her facial expressions that what it had said to her had bothered her. Good. She had insulted it by throwing a flute, a damn flute, at it's head. Sure it completely planned to kill her and kill her good but it would have done so with honor. Now, it was on! As it had picked up the large instrument and swung it towards Sarah it had actually hoped that it would strike and create a grand mess. Then the vile woman had an attitude as she side stepped and glared at him. She was so infuriating! Only her hair looked pretty in that moment as the motion of the broad side of the bass went flying past. “That face does not suit you well,” The Royal Guard scolded her seeing her eyes stay narrow in its general direction. It kept the glare in it's sights. It would not back down to her! The woman suddenly moved and the Royal Guard had been so involved in the staring contest that she almost caught it off guard with the strike to the arm. It tried once again to catch the blade in between the shorter ones on its gauntlets but she was moving much too fast. Then the second strike came for it's middle and she finally got through the armor enough to cut the wires underneath. The metal scraped and sparked and the Royal Guard let out an odd noise that was close to a growl for it. Anger surged through the A.I. And it batted away the third strike putting all it's strength into it wanting her pushed clear across the room if it could help it. It was a surface scratch, she was not strong enough to do extreme damage but the Guard was smart enough to know enough of those little dinks would take it down over time. It just had to out last her. “You will die,” It spoke to again, malice in it's voice. Without any other warning the Guard charged at her and when it reached where she had ended up it made a back handing movement wanting to sink its arm blades into her skull. It was not very often it used them, but it was done playing with her. Quote: Royal GuardB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 170/180 Skill: 8 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 [15]Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances. 476 OOC: I am so sorry it took this long!!!!!
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