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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:01 am
 Paris
Danger Level: None
Once hailed as the city of love, Paris has become a sprawling metropolis of skyscrapers and smokey slums. The city has revolutionized their power grid by placing wind turbines and underground water turbines all across the cityscape in order to generate power without needing to pull from too many plants or outside sources. Though it has lost its endearing classic stylings, it is still a city with much history and art. Many of Europe's best engineers from surrounding countries fled to Paris after the wars began, and as such, it is one of the most technologically advanced cities on Earth. The Eiffel Tower stands tall in the center of the city, a testament to its old roots, and their strength. The tower has been converted into a very powerful radio communication tower, as well as the source of their shield generator. The shield that surrounds Paris is many times stronger than those of the other main cities, and it will hold long after any other city has fallen. Knowing this, Paris has become the fallback in case world evacuation could not take place in the B.A.I.T.R Headquarters for any reason.
The city has very little problems in the way of crime or A.I. infiltration due to the advanced defenses that have been set in place, but it is far from a perfect place. These peaceful times have given breed to antsy people, unable to rid themselves of the frustrations and angers of their lives out of fear that they will be convicted for it. The judicial system in Paris is strict, and crime is virtually non-existent due to the harsh penalties and how simple it is for the police to catch criminals. With retinal scanners as well as biometric tracking in place city-wide, it is near impossible for you to move within this place without being found. But, in order to keep the public from rioting, there had to be outlets for their fears and frustrations. That is where the 'games' kicked in. Scattered throughout the city, there are many locations where deathmatches are held--not in particular buildings or closed off arenas, but in sections of the city where if you enter unknowingly, you can accidentally get involved in such bloody affairs. These areas are broadcasted live, and some of the fighters have become quite famous for it.
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
59
Total: 59 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 8:45 am
  
The words echoed in his ears as he lost consciousness. The blood loss was too much, and his body could no longer sustain itself. His head lolled to the side and his father began to slap his cheeks, screaming at him to wake up as he cried, screaming at him to stay with him. The car screamed down the old dirt roads until they reached their assigned coordinates, and as the car came to a halt, his mother and father jumped from the vehicle and pulled his lifeless body from the back seat, pressing a few buttons on a wrist-worn device that connected them through to the Paris B.A.I.T.R Base. "B.A.I.T.R Come in! It's Operative Cecil Belgarde and Georgia Belgarde. We have reached the coordinates and request an immediate evacuation. Our son...god...our son is dying." There was a brief moment where nothing happened, but after a few seconds, Cecil and Georgia's code cores began to light up with a brilliant blue light before the ground underneath them seemed to pulsate, as if something was hitting the ground repeatedly all around them. As the light on their code cores reached a peak, Cecil and Georgia both saw the A.I. Cores rushing toward them, having followed them from Bergerac. However, as they rushed forward, the thrumming against the ground suddenly stopped, and with a flash of light--like lightning--they all disappeared.
They dropped down, instantly, into the teleportation room of the Paris Base, multiple baiters all around them, ready to assist the family. Multiple medics immediately attempted to grab at Cecil and Georgia to make sure they were alright, but they batted the personnel away, screaming at them to take their son. "I am sorry, Ma'am, Sir...but your son is dead." One of them tried to explain, and Cecil grabbed him by the throat, pulling him up off of his feet and glaring into his eyes. "Shut your ******** mouth." He growled. "You get my son to Code Core Development, and you do it yesterday." He let go of the man and the baiter fell to the ground, gasping for breath before nodding to the man and issuing a flurry of orders. Acel's lifeless body was picked up and carried with extreme speed by two baiters, and they rushed him to the Code Core Development facility. When they arrived, the scientists that worked within the facility saw the body and their eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here?" Cecil had no time. "A heart." The scientist shook his head with confusion on his face. "What do you--" "A ******** HEART. My son. He needs a heart. We have no option. Put him through the H.A.L.F Process. We need you to digi-struct a heart as a code-core, and we need you to do it NOW. Don't waste any more time than you already have!" The scientist fumbled with words for a moment and then again, a flurry of orders blasted throughout the room and people all began to type into their computers furiously. They had received requests before, to create Code Cores to specific functions or designs, but this was very sudden. They began to design a machine that would be capable of pumping blood through Acel's body. It would not beat like a heart, but the pumping function would occur inside of the core, silently. The device was the same size as a heart, but it was almost cross-like in shape. They pounded through the coding as fast as they had ever done it, and in a few minutes, the machine had spit out their perfected heart. Acel had already been hauled onto a desk, the contents that were once upon it scattered across the floor. They wasted no time in broadening the massive wound in his chest. Using the existing entry wound from the greatsword and opening up his chest. The Code Core heart was placed inside of his body, the veins and arteries quickly attached to appropriate ports in the Code Core, and when they were done, an A.I. Core had already been brought from Containment. "You know that he is already in a weakened state. If you do this right now, he might not be able to fight it off." "If he doesn't try, he will be dead anyways. Do it."Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 10 [--] Strength: 20 [--] Defense: 10 [--]
OOC: OKAY! So, as I had posted in the OOC, I am using my character as a bit of a model to show you guys how your entrance into the RP will work. As you can see, I ended my post here, because you will need to end your post at the point that you have come into the B.A.I.T.R Base of whatever continent you are living in, and after you have gone into the B.A.I.T.R Base, you will go to the Code Core Development facility, where you will be issued your first Code Core.
Whatever Code Core that you have placed in your Bio will be given to you at this time. If the item that you want to be your Code Core is something that your character has already, but you want to be upgraded into a code core, then you would give the item to the people in Code Core Development, and they would turn it into a Code Core, using the N.I.C.E System. After you have been given your Code Core, you will be placed into unconsciousness (obviously my character was already unconscious, haha) and your first post should end with you fading into unconsciousness.
REMEMBER TO ROLL A D100 IN THIS POST. Your enemy will be introduced in the next post, and a D100 will be rolled for them as well. This will determine who goes first. =]
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
83
Total: 83 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 9:12 am
 ObelionQuote: ObelionB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 160/160 Skill: 5 Strength: 15 Defense: 7 Tactical Advantage: Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
OOC: Alright, so as you can see, the second post is nothing more than an introduction of the doctors placing the A.I. Core into the Code Core to begin the test.
As you will also see, you want to keep track of your total lines written at all times. At the end of every single post you write, you should be keeping a Line Count. If you are RPing with anyone else, as a group, or with a mod while the mods are writing NPCs for you (like what will happen when we are RPing the enemies for your exam) then you add your lines together. My first post was 74 lines long. This post was 15 lines long, so total, I have 89 Lines. =]
Alright! And as you can see, now that I have posted, I could check what the roll of my D100 was. As the enemy rolled higher than my character, the enemy (The Obelion) gets to go first!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 9:56 am
Turn 1 The A.I. Core had been captured and imprisoned inside the B.A.I.T.R containment facility for so long that it had grown weak. It had deteriorated so greatly that it could barely maintain its own consciousness as it was flooded inside of the mind of its enemy. The A.I. Core was already all too familiar with what was going to happen next. It knew from long ago, when it was free, what the Baiters did with the Cores that they contained here. They were used as their test subjects to create stronger humans. They imprisoned the A.I. Cores long enough to weaken them, and then in their weakened states, they pitted the cores against human enemies to see who would win. It seemed like a sick game, but the A.I. Core knew what the human stood to gain if they managed to win. The Obelion knew that if it lost the fight, it would become a slave to this human. It would become a tool. The animalistic core looked around itself, the bright blue lights of the sensors that adorned its forehead began to light up and it took in its surroundings. At first it seemed dark--unfathomably so--but it didn't take long for a moon to suddenly break through the clouds overhead, and suddenly it was a dark night in a farmer's field. The A.I. Core could smell the fresh air, and it felt the breeze against its metallic body. It almost shuddered with a certain sense of glee. Freedom at last. The sensors all across its body began to work tirelessly to scan the battlefield. It scanned it all perfectly, and it analysed it so that it would be able to use everything it possibly could for an advantage. It knew already that there was a man here, not far from them, and there were two others, an adult woman and a child. The A.I. Core bounded through the farmers field in their direction, and when it found the man and his family, it halted not far away, seeing the man turn to face the Obelion. It gazed at him, its electronic eyes scanning him over to see what kind of threat the man might pose. Overall, the man was lean and muscular from the working that he had done in the fields, farming his whole life, but he seemed full of openings, like he had never fought a battle before. What was he doing here? Easy pickings.
The Obelion issued a high pitched squeal of joy as it bounded forward once more, toward Acel and his family, rushing toward the man. Each step launched the Obelion faster and further toward Acel, and with the last few meters before they would make contact the Obelion pushed off of the ground and sent itself flying toward its enemy. The bladed tail cocked itself back, and as the A.I. Core fell toward Acel, the tail whipped out like lightning and attempted to slam down into the man's chest, slicing across the flesh and tearing it open.Quote: ObelionB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 160/160 Skill: 5 Strength: 15 Defence: 7 Tactical Advantage: Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
OOC: Okay. So a couple of things need to be covered in this post. For starters, you need to know that all lines that you write during a battle are doubled. SO. This post was worth 27 lines. However, because it is a battle post, it is ACTUALLY worth 54 lines. So, you double the lines that you write in your battle posts before adding them to your total Line Count.
ALSO. As you can see, there was no dice rolled for this post. That is because you only need to roll dice when you are being attacked. Because the Obelion got the first turn, there is nobody attacking it yet. It only had to execute its own attack, and now it is time for Acel to respond to it. You can not write that it landed its attack or anything like that, so all you can do is write out your attack and see if it hits or not.
The Obelion only got 1 attack against Acel, because the formula to see how many attacks you get in combat is: Your Skill / Half Opponent's Skill = # of attacks. Its skill is 5, and Acel's is 10. So, in that case it would be:
5 / 5 = 1 Attack
Also, at the top of the post, beneath your picture, you will see that I have it labelled "Turn 1". You always want to keep track of your turn numbers, so that you know when you hit Turn 5 and the Stamina Rule comes into effect. (The stamina rule is the rule that shows how tired you become during combat. After 5 turns of combat, all defensive chances will be reduced by 15%. After 10 turns it will be reduced by 30%, and so on, every 5 turns.)
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 10:23 am
Turn 1
15 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Chance) (-2% From Obelion's Ability = 93% Chance)
Acel could barely remember, now, what had been going on before he had lost consciousness. He remembered the faint sound of his father's voice. The moist warmth of his tears as they fell upon his cheeks, and he remembered the pain of loss. But what was it that he had lost? The darkness of death had overtaken him, and he had already begun experiencing the flashbacks of his life. He felt the cool breeze of the outdoors. Bergerac was off in the distance, but he was standing with Lidia and Jasmine in the fields that he worked tirelessly to plough. He smiled at his wife, holding her around the hips and sighing as he placed his forehead against hers. "I missed you, dear." "Missed me? Why? We've been right here." Acel almost laughed as he looked at her, picking up his daughter and holding her in one arm. "I don't know...I just felt like...like I had lost you." He muttered to himself. As his wife opened her mouth to respond, she stopped and clapped a hand over it, staring wide-eyed at the space behind Acel. The man turned on his heel and he saw the A.I. Core standing there and his throat went dry. Jesus, it's too close. How did it make it this far...there's no way anyone will get here in time. I have to protect-- It was as if the memories all hit him at the same time, flooding in once more, and he could see the lifeless form of his four year old daughter and his wife on the pavement of Bergerac. When he turned around, they had disappeared, and he remembered where he had been taken. It's the test. They brought me the B.A.I.T.R...and they want me to become one of them...what was it my Father said...that we couldn't let those bastards get away with what they had done...that's right. His teeth ground together as he stood there and suddenly the A.I. Core was running toward him, springing into the air and lashing out at his chest with its tail.
Acel narrowed his eyes as the Obelion surged through the air toward him and as the tail came down towards his chest, Acel found that his body seemed to react faster than he could have ever imagined, as though his hatred for his enemy was enhancing his body's reaction times. His hand lashed out and it gripped the tail that was coming toward him, and as he caught it he spun on his heel and he threw all of his weight into pulling the tail down, causing the Obelion to be arched over Acel's shoulders and slammed down into the ground. It would not be enough to do any serious damage to the enemy, but it completely negated the attack that it had performed. As soon as the enemy had hit the ground, Acel snarled, looking at the pitiful core. "You will pay for what you and your kind have done to my family. Each and every one of you will feel the pain that I carry in my chest." He screamed. He rushed forward toward the Obelion and as he ran he reached down, seeing a shovel in the dirt and he picked it up, snapping the wooden shaft in half and carrying the two pieces, one in each hand. He had seen his Mother use the style of attack before, two small swords, quick and powerful. He whirled down on the stunned enemy, bringing one of the pieces of wood down in a savage overhand strike toward the top of its head, while then spinning on his heel and bringing the other one horizontally across toward the jaw of the enemy. At this point he hopped backwards to put some distance between him and his enemy before he surged forward once more, slamming his foot forwards in a brutal kick toward the enemy's chest and then jumping into the air and bringing both of the wooden pieces down toward the enemy's head once again, attempting to bash its skull in over and over again.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 10 [--] Strength: 20 [--] Defense: 10 [--]
OOC: Okay, guys! So this is the really important one. You need to pay attention to the process you have to go through when you are writing a defensive post. When someone has attacked you, you can't write your post first!! You have to do your equation at the top of the screen, as you will see on this post. That equation will give you your h;ance to block, dodge, or otherwise evade the attack that is coming toward you. You then go to the Post Action below the text box of your post and roll a D100. You will then make a post WITHOUT having written anything (though it is okay to have your layout and everything, just no RP actions taken). That is because you can not write your post before you know if you successfully block or not. After you see your roll, THEN you will know if you were hit by their attack or not, and you can write your post accordingly.
To give you a breakdown of what the equation is (it is posted in the Stats page, but I will quickly go over it here) this is how it works:
Attacker's Strength - Defenders Defence = # (100 - # = h;ance to evade the enemy's attack)
The only reason there is the extra little bit on the end of that, is because the Obelion has a tactical advantage that causes the defender to receive -2% to their defence chances. But, the Obelion's Strength is 15. Acel's Defence is 10. So the formula becomes:
15 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Chance) (Obelion's Ability -2% = 93% Chance)
This means that I have to roll a 93 or lower on a 100 sided dice in order to avoid the attack. If I roll a 94 or higher, the Obelion will successfully hit me.
Alright!! As you can see, I rolled a 9. This means that I have successfully avoided the attack, as it is lower than 93. SO, at this point, I can edit my post and write in the actual RP segment explaining the defensive actions taken, and then also make my own attacks. =]
ALSO, the same formula to decide the number of attacks that I get against the enemy works here. SO, because the skill of the enemy is 5 and Acel's is 10, and the formula is:
Your Skill / Half Opponent's skill
It will look like this:
10 / 2.5 = 4 Attacks
So Acel gets to make 4 attacks against the Obelion every turn.
So, you can now see how it works when you defend against all the attacks that are coming toward you, and then after you defend, you get to make your own attacks in the same post. =]
Also, this post was worth 36 Lines, so again, because it is a battle post, it becomes 72 lines instead. =]
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BlankCaption rolled 4 100-sided dice:
4, 52, 72, 21
Total: 149 (4-400)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:03 am
Turn 2Acel's Attack x4: 20 - 7 = 13 (100 - 13 = 87% Chance) (Obelion's Ability +2% = 89% Defence Chance) As the Obelion flew through the air towards the enemy human, it prepared itself for the wonderful satisfaction of tearing one of them to pieces. The A.I. Core had not killed someone in a very long time, and it longed for the feel of the human scum's lifeforce leaking between its claws. As the tail swung downward toward the enemy, however, it was shocked to see the man react with blistering speed. His hand came up and wrapped around the A.I. Core's tail, pulling him off course and slamming it into the ground. The Obelion rolled across the soft, tilled, earth of the farmland and as it was picking itself up, it noticed the man charging toward it already. Did this man have a death wish? But as Acel began his assault, the Obelion was actually impressed by the determination in his eyes, and the brute force of each strike that rained down toward it. The Obelion saw the first overhead strike coming, and as the wooden weapon came down toward it, the Obelion's tail swung upwards and slashed the wooden pole to the side before it could land. The second, spinning strike, was easily evaded as the Obelion hopped backwards and let the horizontal strike cut through nothing but air. The enemy hopped backwards too, however, and then as he dashed forward once again, lashing out with a kick, the Obelion charged forward, intercepting him before he could kick out, and slamming the front of its head into the man's chest, knocking him backwards and rolling through the dirt before he could land the kick. The last attack was not even allowed to be tried, as the man had already been completely interrupted by the headbutt that had landed him on his rear.
The Obelion snapped its metallic jaws as it hopped a couple steps away from the enemy and analysed the man once again. Acel had seemed weak at first, but it would appear that this was not the case. It appeared that the man had more speed and strength that the A.I. Core first anticipated. It would have to be careful of this foe. The Obelion clawed at the soft ground for a few seconds before it began to charge forward once again, but this time it was not going for a head-on assault. It blasted forward towards him and hopped into the air again, trying to fake him out as he landed a few feet short and then with another powerful push from his legs the A.I. Core shot to the side, attempting to use the bladed appendage on its back to slice Acel's side as it shot past him without attempting the frontal assault.Quote: ObelionB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 160/160 Skill: 5 Strength: 15 Defence: 7 Tactical Advantage: Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
OOC: The only different thing to note about this post is the fact that there were multiple defences to be made. So, because Acel attacked 4 times, 4 D100 had to be rolled. 1 for every attack. As you can see, all 4 rolls were below 89, so they were all successful dodges.
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
91
Total: 91 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 11:31 am
Turn 2
15 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Chance) (-2% From Obelion's Ability = 93% Chance)
It would appear that the enemy Acel was against was no pushover. As the first strike came crushing down towards the foe's head, the core's tail shot up in a flash and smashed the wooden weapon to the side harmlessly. He thought that he had been quick, but even as he whirled around and attempted to hit the enemy again, the wooden weapon cut through nothing but air, and he found himself frustrated as he hopped backwards and lunged forward once again. As he went to kick the enemy, however, the core lunged forwardfirst, planting its head directly into his chest and sending him flying backwards, rolling through the farmland and gasping for breath. He clutched his chest as he got to his feet slowly, wheezing from the impact. He was sure that there would be a vicious bruise there later, but he would deal with that when the time came...besides...if he was right, this place was all in his head. The pain he felt was nothing more than an illusion...a dream. He smirked to himself as he looked at his enemy and the Obelion began to charge towards him. When the Obelion jumped into the air, Acel prepared for another airborne strike, though it did not come. The core fell fast and then lunged to the side, and Acel barely had enough time to see the bladed appendage on the enemy's back. As it came ripping toward him he was thrown off balance, trying to quickly shuffle to the side to avoid it and tripping over his own feet, landing on his a** in the dirt, once more. He might have looked foolish, sure, but at the very least he had managed to get out of the way of that strike.
Acel took a deep breath as he got back up to his feet and he eyed the enemy A.I. Core. "Don't get too comfortable, you piece of crap. You won't be able to evade me for too long." He said with narrowed eyes. He took a tighter hold on the two pieces of shovel shaft and he prepared himself to go back into combat with the Obelion. Acel dashed forward quickly, trying to stay light on his feet. He knew nothing about actually fighting, but he was attempting to emulate the maneuvers that he had witnessed his mother use in the field. He took a deep breath as he neared the enemy and he cocked back his arm, swinging the first piece of wood down at it in a diagonal slash towards the neck of the Obelion. His attacks were direct, and easy to read, but at the very least they were strong strikes. As he hurled his arm downward towards the b*****d, he also sloppily launched a kick at the enemy's legs, attempting to sweep them out from underneath the Obelion. But he would not stop his assault. He needed to land a hit against the enemy, and he needed to do it before the Obelion managed to cut his combat efficiency by wounding him. Using basic instinct alone he ripped the second "sword" upwards in an uppercut motion, aiming to slam it into the chest of the Obelion. He needed to defeat this enemy. If he didn't, he would never avenge his family. He couldn't let that happen. These...things...these bastards...they were at fault for what happened to them. They needed to PAY. He reached out with both hands and tried to grab the Obelion by the ears. If he succeeded, he planned to pull the A.I. Core's head towards him and slam his own head down onto the sensors in its forehead. He wanted to crush that stupid core's face in, and he didn't care what he had to do to succeed.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 10 [--] Strength: 20 [--] Defense: 10 [--]
OOC: Phew. That one was close. xD
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BlankCaption rolled 4 100-sided dice:
46, 24, 40, 10
Total: 120 (4-400)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 2:04 pm
Turn 3Acel's Attack x4: 20 - 7 = 13 (100 - 13 = 87% Chance) (Obelion's Ability +2% = 89% Defence Chance) The Obelion was satisfied by the look on the man's face when its head smashed into his chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him rolling backwards. But, as it charged toward him, the Obelion was sure that it would strike the enemy this time. Acel was off balance. There was no way he could possibly dodge the bladed appendage. However, somehow as the man spun on his heel he hopped to the side and fell on his a**, effectively avoiding the strike from the core's strange blade-arm. The core huffed in frustratio as it skidded to a stop a short distance away from where it had tried to strike Acel, and it whirled around to face the man, but he was already coming back for a second flurry of strikes. The demon wondered how the human was so quick on his feet, again, after having analysed his body before the fight. How was he doing this? The first strike came down hard, but it was nothing that the Obelion couldn't handle. It reared up and used the back of its metallic claw to knock the wooden shaft to the side, but when it did, it couldn't help but notice that the wood felt much heavier than it should have felt. Even as the man was kicking out at the Obelion's feet, it hopped up and over the strike and as it came down, the next strike was coming up, and the Obelion caught the wooden weapon in its mouth, clamping down on it, but even as it clamped down, it felt no give in the substance, like it should have. How was this wooden makeshift weapon so durable?! It was then that the man reached out and tried to grab it, and as he did, the Obelion merely jumped back a few feet again to put some distance between itself and its enemy. However, as soon as the Obelion moved backwards and Acel stumbled forward, the Obelion charged, attempting to capitalize on the clumsy human's error. It reared up on its hind legs and came crashing down, swinging the clawed hands down with it in an attempt to rend the flesh of the man's neck.Quote: ObelionB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 160/160 Skill: 5 Strength: 15 Defence: 7 Tactical Advantage: Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defence chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
OOC: Wow. This guy's rolls are very lucky.
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 2:29 pm
Turn 3
15 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Chance) (-2% From Obelion's Ability = 93% Chance)
Acel was surprised again and again by the creature's agility as it blocked his attacks. The speed at which it deflected the onslaughts that Acel attempted to punish it with was shocking. The wooden shovel hafts were holding up much better than he expected they would against the opponent that he was facing, but he knew that he would need something better, in due time. The core jumped up over his sweeping kick and as it was coming down, it caught his weapon in its teeth, stopping it dead in its tracks. But Acel noticed, as the core caught the strike and squeezed on the weapon, it did not break in two. The wood held strong...stronger than it should have. Acel wondered just why this was, and he tried to focus on the properties of the wooden sticks. This was his dreamscape...his mind...this was his world that they were fighting in. Maybe that was what this exercise was all about. He closed his eyes and he took a deep breath as he began to imagine the wooden sticks as something better, something more usable. He took a deep breath and as the beast came at him once more, slamming its claws down toward his neck, Acel raised the two sticks in a guard and caught the clawed hands with them, stopping them dead in their tracks. However, as the claws hit the wooden weapons, there was a screech of metal on metal, and Acel realized that he had indeed managed to change the properties of the makeshift weapons. The beast seemed confused as it looked to the silvery rods that he now held, unable to understand how they had switched properties in that way. It was impossible. The confusion on the core's face did nothing but bring glee to Acel. He smirked as he prepared himself, looking down at the metal rods. Things were about to get serious.
He pushed with all of his strength, pushing back the core's clawed hands and deflecting them away from him before he slammed his shoulder into the center of its chest to knock it backwards. In that moment he brought the metal rod down in another overhead chopping strike, merely swinging the rod down like a barbarian instead of utilizing any sort of skill. He didn't take a break this time. He was not going to let it get away. He would just use brute force if he couldn't successfully execute any sort of skill strikes. He merely brought the second metal rod down after the first one in the same sort of overhead strike. As the first one reached the bottom of its arc, he brought it back up and slammed it back down in a wild flurry, bringing the second rod down again after the first had come down from its second strike. His arms flailed wildly like a windmill, and though the strikes were sloppy and almost nonsensical, they had a great amount of force behind them.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 10 [--] Strength: 20 [--] Defense: 10 [--]
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Corvin Ultimatum rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 44 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 3:21 pm
 ▌Marthun If we could all just learn to speak to just one other person,▌Gartun I'm sure we would find that the world would become much smaller.The journey from the Vatican had been needlessly long. Even with Marthun's already considerable amount of strength and endurance he had taken an arduous journey all the way here to Paris. On this journey he had actually watched a few small towns fall to their own arrogance and ignorance of very real threats that still loomed and lingered out in the world. The war for control of Earth was long from over and Marthun made it his grand intention to destroy anyone who worked against the great blue ball in space. this was the one place humanity could safely confirm was a viable living space and becoming a baiter was going to be his first step toward becoming a heroic platform from which humanity could spring forth once again.
The city of Paris was sprawling and as full of its historical culture as it always used to have. The Eiffel Tower still stood as a relic among the newest of technologies that seemed to suffocate the air all around it. Marthun wasn't here for that obviously, more so he was here for the smaller outlying shops that pervaded the first or ground levels of most of the cultural areas. Even though it was common practice for, you know, ninety percent of baiters maybe to use a weapon. Marthun had been training with his hands and feet, hands mostly, so of course he wasn't looking for a weapon, nor did he trust some scientists to determine what would fit him best in terms of Code Cores. He stopped into a old looking antiques store and began perusing around.
The merchant of the store approached him with hands folded in front of him and a small screen blocking his left eye. "Hello! Hello.... Might I interest you in-"
"Masks."
"E-excuse me?"
"I am going to be a baiter and I have come to you seeking a mask to utilize as my code core. As such I would be representing you to the greater public as the man and business who started a baiter out and I can almost assure that you will become more famous as I do. So, a Mask, preferably a little off putting, menacing..."
With a smile that could turn most people's blood cold the shop keeper directed Marthun to the back. Marthun had essentially just said that the shop keeper was getting free advertising through the baiter program which at this point wasn't strictly illegal but you would have an easier time dodging a bullet at less than point blank range. Marthun perused the various preserved bones and ancient masks that the shop had to offer. His eyes stopped on the petrified jaw bone of a creature long since extinct. He looked at the price tag and tossed the man his card. The man rung it up and Marthun took the mask with him as he left the shop, after grabbing his card first. He started making his way toward the baiter head quarters where he would finally reach the end of his normal life, and the lest of his new one.
The walk wasn't nearly as long but seemed ten times as hard as the previous journey. Marthun noted a slight commotion inside as he signed himself up and headed to Code Core Development where he could see the pinnacle of commotion was located. He spoke to a few of the team members there and they had him lay down and took the proposed Code Core with them running it through the N.I.C.E. system. They gave it back to him, affixing it properly upon his face, and laid him back as the next part would be a bit jarring. Marthun noted a pneumatic needle injecting his arm with a harmless fluid and the young assistant nurse giving him a thumbs up as his eyelids grew incredibly heavy. Slowly the commotion in the room and the entirety of the world faded to black. Now began the first in a series of hardships he would have to overcome. Who? N/A
Where? Code Core Development
What? Initiating
Line Count: 39
OOC Quote: Health: 200/200
B.A.I.T.R. Standing: 20
Control Limit: 160
Skill: 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 20
Tactical Advantages:
N/A - Level N/A - N/A
Quote: Standard Code Core 1 - Gibbering Maw Health: N/A B.A.I.T.R. Standing: N/A Skill: N/A Strength: N/A Defense: N/A Bonus: N/A
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 76 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:34 pm
 HarbingerQuote: HarbingerB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140 Skill: 10 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 Tactical Advantage: Sadist: You revel in the pain of others, A.I. or human alike. When one of your attacks deals damage, you get +5 to your Strength. This bonus disappears if an opponent successfully blocks one of your attacks. Sadist does not stack with itself.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:42 pm
Turn 1 The Harbinger felt the solidity of the ground beneath it, even though it had yet to take shape. Its body was still reacting to the deamscape in a way that it was landing on the solid ground in which Marthun was subconsciously projecting, before he could possibly begin to construct his battleground. His opponent was still half asleep--this was something that the Harbinger knew, and as the smoke continued to pour from its worn body, the core grinned as it sensed out where his opponent was in this shifting shadowy wasteland of the mind. He felt the life-force of his foe somewhere in this muggy darkness, and he charged forward. The robotic limbs thundered to life as the Harbinger locked onto the sense of where his opponent was. The crossbow on the Harbingers shoulder began to sweep left and right as it seemed to look for any sign of the enemy, and his clawed hand flexed open and closed, anxious for blood. As the Harbinger finally caught a glimpse of the man's orange hair, it roared out a vicious battle cry and charged even faster, blasting through the changing dreamscape toward his foe. The bladed arm raised high above his head, and it brought it crashing down towards the man, hoping to drive the tip down into the top of his shoulder and maim him.Quote: HarbingerB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140 Skill: 10 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 Tactical Advantage: Sadist: You revel in the pain of others, A.I. or human alike. When one of your attacks deals damage, you get +5 to your Strength. This bonus disappears if an opponent successfully blocks one of your attacks. Sadist does not stack with itself.
OOC: Okay. So the setting of the battleground will be set by you, since we are inside of your head! So you can set the battle in whatever area you like! =]
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Corvin Ultimatum rolled 2 100-sided dice:
90, 7
Total: 97 (2-200)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:58 pm
▌Marthun If we could all just learn to speak to just one other person,
▌Gartun I'm sure we would find that the world would become much smaller.
13 - 20 = -7 (100 - (-7) = 107% = 99%)
Marthun's eyes opened slowly to a hot landscape, the world was revealed to him from the fragments of memory buried deep within his own mind, it would be fair to say that the scientists here just dug up something that Marthun had kept buried deep within his subconscious. The Vatican, burning and much the worse for wear, almost all the details that Marthun could remember were correct, of course the mind can pick up things and hold onto them far longer than you could actually pull to memory. His fists tightened up and he looked to the ground, at the cracked gleaming marble floor. His attention was brought back up to a screaming vision of angry metal and raging smoke, how quaint to match the monster to the memory. Those bastards.
It came down with its bladed arm straight at Marthun, to which he simply stepped to the side as it scraped by his cheek. His expression was a grave one and his face held little emotion, something that was off putting giving the potentially life threatening situation he was in. A second strike from the blade came back around from the metallic creature. The hideous wretched abomination of data and metals. This time however Marthun merely back flipped letting the blade harmlessly pass along the curve of his spin. Landing on his feet once more Marthun waited till the machine righted itself and was paying attention. Once it locked eyes with Marthun, his own eyes lit up with a fire of rage and fury.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID AND EVERY THING YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING TO DO!" he screamed in a near bestial roar as Marthun reared back and delivered a bone chilling one two punch to the metallic creature with all the force that a force of nature itself could rain down upon the infidelity of the world who would dare try to tame it. This wasn't a fight to survive, this was going to end up a massacre. In the destroyed, burning, bloodstained Vatican from several years ago. Until now nobody had seen picture of it. This creature just brought the rage and memories back full force and it was going to pay.
Who? Harbinger
Where? Apocalypse Vatican
What? Fighting
Line Count: 134
OOC Enemy skill 10 / Marth skill 5 = 2 attacks silly so ill make two rolls || Incidentally I get two rolls as well Quote: Health: 200/200
B.A.I.T.R. Standing: 20
Control Limit: 160
Skill: 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 20
Tactical Advantages:
N/A - Level N/A - N/A
Quote: Standard Code Core 1 - The Gibbering Maw Health: N/A B.A.I.T.R. Standing: N/A Skill: N/A Strength: N/A Defense: N/A Bonus: N/A
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
41, 14
Total: 55 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:38 am
Turn 2Marthun's Attack x2: 10 - 5 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance) The Harbinger was set on tearing this little bean sprout to pieces. It would not be satisfied until it could see the human's entrails on the outside of his body. It would not--could not--stop its relentless assault on this fragile looking creature. But as the sword came down the man seemed to move like the wind, sliding to the side and avoiding the strike, and then as the blade came back around, swinging it for a second time, the man backflipped and the sword arm narrowly missed, though the size of the gap did not matter, all that mattered was that the Harbinger had been unable to draw blood. It looked around frantically as the shadowy, shifting, dreamscape began to take form. The buildings were on fire--destroyed and dilapidated. It was not a pretty scene in the slightest...the Harbinger loved it. This man...he had a good mind. It seemed to laugh as it watched the chaos of the Vatican. However, it had little time as the man suddenly burst forward toward the Harbinger, and the core narrowed its mechanical eyes, bringing the sword arm up quickly. Using the flat of the blade, it caught the first punch, using the man's momentum to direct the punch off course with the smooth metal of the sword. The second strike that seemed almost instantaneous after the first was a bigger problem for the Harbinger, being a large, and relatively slow machine. However, it brought up its clawed hand as fast as it could, and when it caught Marthun by the wrist, his fist had been only inches from crushing into the Harbinger's body. It pulled Marthun close, roaring into his face as he held him there and when the Harbinger released Marthun's wrist, the clawed hand balled into a fist and it rocketed forward, attempting to slam the man in the gut as hard as it could. Instantly, expecting the man to hop backwards or side-step, the Harbinger began to track Marthun's movements, the crossbow on his shoulder attempting to follow any evasive movement that was executed. As he tried to guess where Marthun would land after his defence, the Harbinger unleashed a crossbow bolt, shooting it to try and pierce on of the man's legs.Quote: HarbingerB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140 Skill: 10 Strength: 13 Defense: 5 Tactical Advantage: Sadist: You revel in the pain of others, A.I. or human alike. When one of your attacks deals damage, you get +5 to your Strength. This bonus disappears if an opponent successfully blocks one of your attacks. Sadist does not stack with itself.
OOC: Hahaha, whoops. I derped on making the attack # formula in that post. >__<
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