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BlankCaption rolled 4 100-sided dice:
39, 76, 3, 71
Total: 189 (4-400)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:50 am
 Turn 4Acel's Attack x4: 20 - 7 = 13 (100 - 13 = 87% Chance) (Obelion's Ability +2% = 89% Defence Chance)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.
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
60
Total: 60 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 9:52 am
   Turn 4
15 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Chance) (-2% From Obelion's Ability = 93% Chance)
Acel knew that he was not a very skilled combatant, and that this was likely the reason that he was so bad at actually landing a blow on these enemies, but at the very least, his one flaw was so glaring that he couldn't miss it. He knew exactly what he needed to improve on if he was going to continue in this life. He could not exactly just take the new given life that B.A.I.T.R had given him and do nothing with it. He had to repay them as much as he had to repay the A.I. Cores that had taken everything from him. His home...his family...his life. He was going to repay them tenfold. His teeth clenched as he thought of it all and his anger began to raise once more. He had heard that an angry enemy was a stupid one, and he was sure that it was correct, because he was not thinking about what he could do to win, he was merely thinking of winning. If there was no plan of action he could not outmaneuver his enemy. But if he knew nothing about combat, he could not possibly hope to make a plan to utilize the proper skills. He was at a loss here, and all he could hope for was that his rage would give way to some form of success. He gripped the metal rods with a savage hold and he watched as the Obelion hopped backwards to avoid his strikes, but as he was about to continue his assault the b*****d jumped forward and Acel could feel the cold steel of the core's tail wrap around his neck and hurl him into the ground. He coughed and spluttered, attempting to breathe after the choke hold, but as he rolled over in the dirt, the core was already upon him, jumping at him with bloodlust flowing off of it. Acel could feel the fatigue in his bones, and he was sure this beast was the same. If they kept fighting, one of them would slip up eventually. As the Obelion came down toward him he did the only thing he could think of, holding the very ends of the metal rods, he pushed upwards, landing the metal rods tip-first on the Obelion's underbelly and then using his feet to spring up at the same time and send the beast launching over him instead of landing on top of him.
After kicking the Obelion off of him, Acel scrambled to his feet as fast as he could, managing to get up just as the Obelion was recovering. They stood there for a few seconds and Acel narrowed his eyes. This thing needed to go down, and it needed to go down before he got any more tired. If he let exhaustion take hold, he was going to falter, and if he faltered, he was dead. He used this new-found conviction to push himself as he ran forward, swinging the metal rod with all of his strength in a horizontal slash toward the Obelion's jaw. The second strike came from the left side--an overhead swing that would come down not on the beast's head, but on the bladed arm that stuck out from its back. Acel hoped he could dismember his foe if he could break part of the appendage off. As soon as both hands had recovered from their respective attacks, he raised both of them over his head and he brought the two metal rods down in a simultaneous, double attack that would land one rod on each side of the Obelion's neck.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 10 [--] Strength: 20 [--] Defense: 10 [--]
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BlankCaption rolled 4 100-sided dice:
23, 24, 96, 15
Total: 158 (4-400)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 10:19 am
Turn 5Acel's Attack x4: 20 - 7 = 13 (100 - 13 = 87% Chance) (Obelion's Ability +2% = 89% Defence Chance) (-15% From Stamina Rule = 74% Chance)
FAILED x1 100 - 21 = 79 Damage The Obelion was almost astounded by the man's sheer inability to do anything that it would expect from a combatant. His strange, instinctual combat style left the Obelion out of its element. As it felt the metal rods crack against its chest, it knew that it was not going to be able to draw blood from the enemy with its strike. The mans feet followed shortly after and it felt its body become weightless as Acel lifted it and pushed it backwards so that its momentum carried it past its target and into the dirt once again. The Obelion was quick to rise from the blunder, but at the same time, the man had been even quicker to get to his feet. It was as if he was driven by the devil himself. Acel rushed toward the Obelion once again, and as the first sloppy swing came in towards the Obelion's jaw, it hopped backwards once again, utilizing the same, easy maneuver to evade the man's attack. The second strike came crushing down towards the bladed arm on its back, and the Obelion brought its tail down as hard as it could, swiping the steel rod out of the way so the strike would not hit the arm. However, the man was quick to recover from the deflection and as he brought both of his hands up and crashed them down towards the Obelion, it had nowhere to escape to. It froze in the moment, knowing that it didn't have enough time to jump backwards now. The tail came flying back in, and was able to deflect one of them from striking the side of its neck, but the other rod smashed down heavily into the neck of the Obelion and it felt the armor splinter beneath the impact, sending agonizing power surges through the Obelion's body. It cried out as it jumped away from Acel, its blue sensors on its forehead becoming a fiery red. As it analysed its enemy, it felt the sluggish movements of its own body, and for the first time during the battle the Obelion was worried about failing. It charged forward, hopping and dodging in order to keep its trajectory a mystery as it utilized the harder patches of soil to spring off of and maintain balance before it jumped high into the air and came crashing down to the right of its target, hoping that it could use the bladed arm to cleave a chunk off of Acel's body as it brought it down at breakneck speeds.Quote: ObelionB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 81/160 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 this is another one to look closely at, folks! As you can see, I have hit Turn 5. This means that the "Stamina Rule" has come into effect. This causes all defensive chances to be reduced by 15%. So, you will see that tagged onto the end of the defensive formula at the top. =]
A second thing to note is that this is the first time anyone has been hit! SO, you will see that you will post a "FAILED" and how many attacks were failed! If there were multiple attacks from multiple people (being attacked by 2 enemies at once) you would need to do two separate calculations and post a separate "FAILED" section with damage for each.
The damage calculation is:
Attacker's Strength x 5 - Defender's Defence x3 = Total Damage (Damage can't be reduced by more than 80% of the Attacker's Strength x5.)
So, thats why you see 100 - 21 = 79. Because My strength x 5 is 100, and his Defence x3 is 21. =]
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BlankCaption rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 10:49 am
Turn 5
15 - 10 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Chance) (-2% From Obelion's Ability = 93% Chance) (-15% From Stamina Rule = 78% Chance)
FAILED! 75 - 30 = 45 Damage
Acel knew that the enemy was quick, and that it was likely that it would begin to slow down after it got tired, and if his own exhaustion was a sign of anything, he could only pray...and perhaps his prayers worked out. He watched as the Obelion easily hopped out of the way of his first strike, avoiding him like it was nothing. The second attack was deflected by the damned thing's tail, and then as the two rods came crashing down, Acel realized right away that he had managed to recover into his dual strike fast enough to surprise the little s**t. The tail still swung back in, but it could only take care of the one rod, the second still came blasting down into the creature's neck and cracked the armor that protected it. Acel's eyes lit up as he looked at his enemy, and he let out a brief yell of excitement. The Obelion slid back with a cry, eyeing Acel from a distance, before suddenly it bounded forward once again. Acel's eyes narrowed as he tried to keep track of the Obelion's movements and see where it would attack from, but when it seemed to disappear, jumping into the air, it was too late as Acel's eyes went skyward just as the beast was falling down upon him. He tried to move to the side, but the bladed arm came ripping down across his right peck, tearing into it and Acel screamed out in pain as he felt the hot blood begin to pour from his chest.
Acel stumbled backwards, looking down at the savage wound, and he clutched his chest tightly, feeling the blood washing over it. He was going to lose blood...and he was going to lose it fast. If he could not win against this A.I. Core, it would take control of his body, he knew this from what his Father had told him about the test that he went through to become a Baiter. He clung to the metal poles with all of his strength, hoping that he could do something before it was too late. His own excitement and exhaustion had combined themselves to make him foolish, and he had let himself be hit by the enemy, but in no way was he done. He was going to take this piece of crap down. He looked at it in the face and he pointed the rod at it. "This is it. But, I have to admit. You put up a good fight." Acel stated with a smirk, hoping to unnerve his enemy as suddenly he dashed forward and he jumped toward the Obelion. As he jumped he spun in the air, bringing the first rod down towards its sensor covered head in a whirlwind spinning strike, the second directly behind the first. As he landed on the ground, he stood up and he kicked out wildly, not having visibility on his enemy after the spinning, and only hoping to land an attack before he had managed to completely right himself and look at the enemy with clarity. At this point, Acel grabbed hold of one of the rods and he drove it down as hard as he could, attempting to slam it into the top of the Obelion's head and end it for good.Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 155/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 10 [--] Strength: 20 [--] Defense: 10 [--]
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BlankCaption rolled 4 100-sided dice:
44, 90, 51, 90
Total: 275 (4-400)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 11:04 am
Turn 6Acel's Attack x4: 20 - 7 = 13 (100 - 13 = 87% Chance) (Obelion's Ability +2% = 89% Defence Chance) (-15% From Stamina Rule = 74% Chance)
FAILED! x2 100 - 21 = 79 Damage (x2 = 158 Damage) The Obelion could see the satisfaction on Acel's face as he had struck it successfully, and it only aggravated the core more. The Obelion was being beaten by a brat who didn't even know how to fight! But as the Obelion prepared its assault, dashing through the soil and moving as quickly as it could on the uneven terrain, it knew that it had lost the man--causing him to search in the places the Obelion had already been for where he no longer was. As Acel's eyes finally caught the Obelion, it was too late. The bladed arm ripped downward into the man's chest, and the Obelion felt the satisfying resistance of flesh VS metal. It had no time to celebrate, however, as it knew that the man would not take such a thing so lightly. Both combatants were tiring, and the smallest slip could mean the end of either of their lives. The Obelion whirled around to face his enemy, but even as it turned the man was already flying through the air. It was shocked at how fast he had recovered from the attack, thinking that Acel would need time to steady himself after being cut so deeply. However, the first attack that came in the form of an airborne spinning strike, the Obelion used its tail to deflect once again, smacking the rod out of the way, though just barely. Then, it realized far too late that the man's spin was meant for both arms to be whirling, not just the first one. The second metal rod came blasting own into the side of the Obelion's head and cracked the top of its head, sending the Obelion into a dizzied stupor. When the third kick came lashing out blindly, it merely shot into empty space as the Obelion shuffled to the side as best it could, but when Acel had righted himself, the Obelion was still on dizzy feet. It could barely move as the man approached it and when his hand came down on top of its head the metal rod burst through the casing of its head and down into the finer components. The Obelion seemed to try to stand for a few moments before its body crumpled to the floor. A few moments later the body of the Obelion seemed to explode into a shower of blue sparks, though the sparks did not fade out, instead they began to whirl about in the field, becoming numbers in the air--the A.I.'s code. These numbers seemed to passively hover for a moment before they surged forward and struck Acel in the chest. They flowed into his flesh and into his heart, though, even as he was in his dream, the dream version of Acel would begin to notice that there was something different about his heart...there was no longer even flesh across his chest, but instead it was the scarred tissue from the rushed surgery to have the heart implanted and covered, and the heartbeat was non-existent. However, he could feel the power of the core flooding through his body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was over.Quote: ObelionB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 0/160 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.
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Pesky Raven rolled 1 100-sided dice:
44
Total: 44 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 6:16 pm
C O R R I N E x E S P E R O N
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Sleeping [Mood]
Code Core Development Facility [Location]
Unconcious [Thoughts]
BAITR Doctors [With]
__________________________________ Corrine awoke that morning and went through her regular routine. Breakfast with her uncle, he took coffee, newspaper in hand, his eyes drifted up at her every now and again. She knew he was thinking about it, whether or not his decision to leave her in the hands of BAITR was a wise decision or not. Not knowing the answer herself she picked at her eggs nervously, she felt as if her heart was in her throat. She didn't want to leave, was it selfish of her or her uncle to make her do this. At the moment she believed he was the selfish one, sending her off to be someone else's burden. She was pretty sure that when her mother specified for her uncle to take care of Corrine in her will she didn't mean this. Although, Corrine thought as she looked at her orange juice glass, still full, maybe she was the selfish one for wanting to take off. No offense to her uncle but he wasn't the easiest man to live with, his brooding over the loss of his sister, not to mention his alcoholism was too much to bare. Besides, Corrine was an adult now, she had to start running on her own two feet. And she really meant running, with the recent attacks no one was safe.
"Are you finished?" Her uncle suddenly spoke up, dropping his newspaper on the table.
"I guess so," Corrine replied lackluster. Collecting the dishes, she began to walk to the kitchen sink when her uncle stopped her.
"You don't need to do these, I'll take care of them when I return." Her uncle grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it as he spoke to reassure her.
"But-" Corrine wanted to counteract him but he looked serious. "Alright." She answered leaving the dishes near the sink for him to return to later. "I'll just get my things," Returning to her bedroom, Corrine gathered her pack and a few more things, books, jewelry, keepsakes. Stuffing them into her pack, suddenly she felt even more nervous. Something about this motion made her feel as if she would never return to this moment. Swallowing her fear she met with her uncle before leaving the apartment.
"Don't worry, It's not the last time you'll be seeing this place." His eyes crinkled in pride looking at his niece, all ready to go.
"Then why do I feel like it's the last time." Corrine answered, taking one last look around. Soon he ushered her out the door and down in the garage area, where his sleek black compact car awaited them. Throwing her pack in the back, her uncle turned on the car nonchalantly. Sighing, Corrine lowered herself into the passenger's seat and buckled herself in. Giving her uncle a nod, he backed up the car and left the garage quietly, the sound of the rubber wheels against the newly painted floor making an odd sticky squeaky noise. The noise unnerved Corrine but she sat quietly as he drove, focused on the road.
Once they reached BAITR headquarters, Corrine looked up at the rather large, intimidating building. She had been there before, she even worked there on and off but never was she there for the procedure she was about to go through. Growing tired from the tension she had been feeling all morning, she merely sighed and got up out of the car. Retrieving her pack and hoisting it on her shoulder. Corrine and her uncle entered the premises, they didn't need help finding where they needed to go. They knew where everything belonged, nothing was out-of-place. They finally reached the Code Core Development facility. Where the procedure was talked through with them. Corrine didn't hear much of, being so nervous that her hearing seemed to cut in and out at important parts. "Did you choose your Code Core yet?" The doctor asked and Corrine looked up at him confused.
"No, she hasn't. I felt the decision should be left in your hands." Her uncle told the doctor and Corrine swallowed hard. Again, he couldn't trust her to make any decisions on her own. This aggravated Corrine but she looked up at the doctor and he smiled as he took a step back and looked her over. "I think I have just the thing for you." The doctor smiled and helped her to the operation table. "I'm going to leave you in this mans capable hands, don't worry everything will be fine." Her uncle winked at the doctor, leaving her to believe the two knew each other. Then her uncle kissed her on the forehead before quietly leaving her alone with the doctors. "Lay back Corrine, we're just going to give you something to sleep." Leaning back, she shifted around into a comfortable position and made a long exhale as the doctors stuck her with a tiny syringe. "Everything will be fine." Were the last words Corrine heard from the doctor before everything grew dark.__________________________________ LINES: 48 Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 [--] Strength: 15 [--] Defence: 10 [--]
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Corvin Ultimatum rolled 2 100-sided dice:
68, 62
Total: 130 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 7:26 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.
100 - (-7) = 99%
Marthun noted that his attacks were parried and as he was pulled closer to the Harbinger his own teeth gritted, this monster was taunting him, daring him to fight harder in the cathedral he was raised in, a place of peace, a place of sanctity, a holy place were the paragons among men were supposed to stand. Even though all of that was a lie this monster stood in direct contradiction to the very foundations upon which this cathedral was built. Marthun saw the balled up fist coming for him and clenched his own. His eyes locked on the Harbingers and a sickening grin spread across Marthun's face. He launched his own fist forward, countering the blow, with his own powerful punch. The Cathedral rumbled with the echo of metal clashing against flesh but with a sound like two baseball bats being smacked together. This was what it sounded like to be a defender of mankind, this is the sounds that would pervade throughout the rest of Marthun's life. Horrendous noises and the flames of those society forgot.
The crossbow bolt that was fired when the two disconnected from the punch was to be expected, why have a crossbow on a creature if it was useless, right? Marthun spun letting the cross bow bolt fly within inches of his face as his eyes locked onto the Harbinger's. Marthun cackled for a second and dipped and dove between pillars of marble and dodged under collapsing boards and stone from the ceiling. Soon he had disappeared from view entirely. Which would leave the harbinger a tad confused, but only for a second, down came Marthun with the heel of his foot from above with a painful amount of force. Afterward he came back up with a bone splintering amount of force put into what could be considered and almost comic series of attacks. He upper cut the Harbinger, now whether or not he actually landed was up to the Harbinger, if it was up to Marthun the harbinger would've tossed itself onto its own blade and it would've been tea time in HQ.
Of course nothing would be that easy and the battle would go on, how much longer was this going to take, by now he was sure the other guy who was in the room was already finished. This would make Marthun seem slow by comparison, he guessed it didn't matter, not like he would really get along with anyone as it was. best to cut ties now and move on with life, nobody had to deal with his problems and he wouldn't have to deal with anybody else's.
Who? Harbinger
Where? Apocalyptic Vatican Cathedral
What? Fighting
Line Count: 228
OOC Attacks: Downward Dive Kick, Uppercut 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 1 100-sided dice:
36
Total: 36 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:19 pm
 Reaper Crab
Another doctor entered the lab, bringing a strange looking container with him. This one was almost like a shard of crystal, yellowish in tone, and when the doctor approached Corrinne's sleeping form, he placed the shard against the end of the bo staff and he pushed, cracking the tip of the shard against the bo staff and watching the staff suddenly come alight with blue glowing lines as the A.I. Core infiltrated the Code Core that she was holding. Through the Code Core, she would find that the A.I. Core would attach itself to her body as well, seeping into her veins and moving toward her mind. The Reaper Crab was the core that she had drawn, a vicious animal that would stop at nothing until it had crushed its enemies beneath its heavy club-like pincers. The crab noticed that the room that it had entered...or the mind...or whatever or wherever it may be...was dark. It was as if it were in a specific location, but the location was guarded by some form of mirage. As Corrinne's mind slowly created the field of battle, the crab prepared itself for their inevitable clash. Quote: Reaper CrabB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 160/160 Skill: 5 Strength: 12 Defence: 10 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: Alrighty! So you get to pick the area that we are fighting in. Since you are the subject, and we are in your head, you get to construct the battlefield. =]
Also, you got the first attack, since your initiative roll was higher! You're the first baiter to get the better roll. Hahaha.
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BlankCaption rolled 2 100-sided dice:
25, 38
Total: 63 (2-200)
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 5:25 pm
 Turn 3Marthun's Attack x2: 10 - 5 = 5 (100 - 5 = 95% Defence Chance)
As the attacks were avoided, Marthun disappeared, running off into the falling debris until the Harbinger could no longer see him. The machine was baffled, trying to search through the collapsing area for his prey, but instead, he was ambushed. His eyes darted upwards to catch Marthun falling down toward him, and even though the Harbinger was startled, it kept its composure. While the man's foot came down toward him he lashed upwards and grabbed the foot by the ankle, hurling the man down into the ground and stopping the kick dead in its tracks. But as the man hit the ground he quickly regained his footing and hopped up, swinging a vicious uppercut towards the HArbinger. But to prove the Harbinger's own might, he did not attempt to block the attack, but instead he rammed his head downwards, using the spikes on the bottom of his chin to meet the fist and slam into it, causing the hand to deflect off of the spikes and get caught in their sharp tips. The demon-like machine roared as it deflected the attack and immediately swiped the sword-arm at Marthun, attempting a horizontal slash that might cut into the man's side, or at the very least break some ribs. But the second strike that it attempted, it hopped backward (a sloppy, labored attempt at a hop) and then it cocked back its fist and slammed the clawed hand forward, attempting to skewer Marthun with outstretched, pointed fingers, instead of actually punching 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: Just remember that you'll want to keep a turn counter on your post too, just to keep track of what turn it is for you. =]
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 6:11 pm
The doctor must have seen the panicked look on his face and he placed a hand again on Acel's shoulder. "Don't worry too much. It looks bad right now, and you're still opened up. Your body has had its nerves turned off so you can't feel the pain right now. We need to do a little extra surgery to make sure that your body is fully functional. We're going to replace your entire peck to be a window into the Heart. We need to be able to access the Code Core in your chest when it needs any sort of upkeep, so we can't just sew you back up and let your flesh heal over it." Acel nodded to him, blinking in a stupor. His head was spinning and he could barely understand what was happening to him. But as his head hit the table once again, he was unconscious, and it was time for the doctors to get to work. They cut all the flesh away from his chest and they replaced the muscular tissue with synthetic muscles, as well as creating an aperture like opening on the outside of his chest, and creating an artificial skeleton wherever they had to remove bones to build the heart container in his chest, leaving his whole left peck a metallic window into his heart. When Acel finally came to, he blinked lazily down at the work they had done on him, and he ground his teeth together. His body was changed forever. He looked like he was part robot now...like he was some sort of cyborg...but then again...considering without the machines in his chest he would be dead...he was a cyborg. He could feel the presence of the intelligence inside of him, and it was hard to get used to. It was hard to understand that you were no longer one person, but instead you were a being comprised of more than one individual...this was what it meant to be a Baiter. He understood now why they said that baiters were not really human...that they were above them. No man could ever achieve the strength or intelligence that someone could achieve if they had one or even five other intelligences inside of them. He wondered just how strong he could become...and he pulled his hands into fists as he remembered what he had to do. But even as he began to think of his wife and child, his father burst into the room and he ran to the table, wrapping his son in a hug, his mother watching from behind him as to not smother her boy. The doctor warned Cecil about hurting Acel, and the man narrowed his eyes and let go of Acel reluctantly. "I knew that you would make it, Acel. I knew that you would beat the test." He said with tears in his eyes, and Georgia stepped closer to her son as well and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I know...that we can't really comfort you for your loss. Nobody can, and we can't understand what you are going through, my dear, but please...please understand that we love you, and that we are here for you no matter what." Acel's lip quivered as he nodded back to his mother and he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close, laying his head on her shoulder as he sat up on the table. He sobbed into her arms, crying for what he had lost...what he would never have again. He couldn't believe they were gone. It seemed like an eternity of sitting there, but eventually he let go of his mother, and the doctors cleared him to leave. His nervous system had been reinstated, and the agony that flowed through his chest was something he had never experienced, but he ground his teeth and bore through it. He had to. For them. His parents decided to stay in Paris after everything that had happened, and Acel wanted to stay with them, but he couldn't. He needed to learn how to fight...he needed to learn how to be a baiter before he got into a real fight and ended up dying because of it. He couldn't let that happen. He was going to make those bastards pay...he would avenge his family...he would crush every last one of those pricks until there was nothing left. This was his goal--his purpose. He bit his lip and he heaved a sigh as he stood in the streets of Paris. His father and mother had gone back to the base so that they could find them somewhere to stay, now that Bergerac was compromised. However, Acel had a different destination. He was going to the B.A.I.T.R Headquarters. There had to be someone there he could see about combat training and things of that nature...someone had to be able to make him better...stronger...not so damn pathetic. He needed weapons, too, he was sure...but one step at a time. One step...at a time.Line Count: 755
OOC: And, now that the fight is over, you will wake up in the lab again, and you will have a mastered Code Core. This code core should look a little bit different, reflecting the A.I. Core that you have mastered. Also, since the last post of the battle is over, your lines no longer get doubled! Back to regular counts. =]
After the exam is done, that's when you will get to do an update, and if you go to the Update's forum, after I am done this post, I will be going and making my update example as well! This concludes the sample first battle, and I will stop with the copious OOC instructions. Hahaha.
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Corvin Ultimatum rolled 2 100-sided dice:
50, 63
Total: 113 (2-200)
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 7:07 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.
Turn 03
100 - (-7) = 99%
Marthun's foot was apparently caught despite the falling rubble and the surprise of the attack, the Harbinger, however, seemed almost too gleeful as the fighting kept going. It was as if the fighting was making it happy and the disturbing arena in which they fought didn't put off the creature in any way shape or form. Marthun figured he would have to match the creature's sadism if he was going to win this fight handedly, but if fighting this thing, apparently in a weakened state, was taking this long then how long would it take to fight a normal AI out on the field, the entire escapade was looking hopeless. Marthun might just straight up quit if he came out of this alive, all that training was apparently for nothing all along. The world apparently had enough baiters anyway, why the hell did Marthun feel it was necessary to lug himself all the way here, he should have very well died back in this very cathedral with everyone else. Perhaps he should just let this creature win and be done with it, perhaps life just wasn't worth living.
Though of course Marthun's own stupid fight or flight instinct would not give an inch as he saw the Harbinger block his own attack with a method very similar to his own, clever creature. The Harbinger really seemed intent on the whole 'chop you in half' thing at it came at Marthun with a horizontal strike of its large blade appendage, that must be difficult to wield as anything other than a weapon. Marthun leaned back, almost at a ninety degree angle allowing the blade to pass right above him almost harmlessly. He came back up with a tad bit of a snicker and watched as the clawed hand lunged forward toward him, the attack was strong and could strike true...on a lesser man.
Marthun stepped to the side of the claw and twisted his body back and then sharply lunged forward with a devastating kick, this fight wasn't going to go on forever but being a primarily defensive man it was going to be a tad difficult for the AI or himself to finish the battle fast. Marthun was guessing that the other man had already finished with the way this sluggish fight was going. Marthun front flipped, following the kick, with another kick downward into the Harbinger. This thing would have to submit eventually. A sickeningly twisted grin grew across Marthun's face. If he won then the creature would have to submit, if he lost the creature and Marthun would both be killed anyway. This was like some crazy twisted bonding experience where if they did bond then they could both live and if they failed to see eye to eye then they both paid the price.
This baiter program was seeming more and more like some crazy way to form an army of super humans to decimate the enemy they are using to create the super humans in the first place. this brought a new thought to his mind, were they going to monetize this company? Powerful AI would be rare based on the natural order of things, if the creature he was fighting was the lowest of the low then they would be overly abundant, but the natural order dictated that the next highest up would only be one tenth the population size...and so on and so forth until you hit the highest singular being. Did such a being exist with AI? Did they create more in the length of time since the program started, could they be amassing an army to try and devastate humanity? All valid questions. but far too large for Marthun to handle himself.
Who? Harbinger
Where? Apocalyptic Vatican Cathedral
What? Fighting
Line Count: 364
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 - 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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Nekomimik rolled 1 100-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 12:43 am
Raindrops are my tears,
wind is my breath and my story,
branches and leaves are my hands,
because my body is wrapped in roots.
When comes the season of a thaw,
Lying on the ground and camouflaged, Quantis scouted the area with her binoculars tuned to reach to A.I. Cores. For the past few hours she had kept doing this job that was boring, if not for the fact she kept herself entertained through mind games, and so far everything was on the clear. She had at least an hour or so before she return to the outpost and let someone take over.
There was a rustle 500 meters in front of her, the recon equipment she was supplied with was topnotch thankfully, Quantis twisted a knob on the side of her binoculars, zooming into where the rustling was. What lay before her was a land of destruction with little nature and more scarps of metal and skeletons or what was left of structures from the past.
"A.I. Core..." she muttered under her breath, already informing the outpost. "500 meters from my location due north; a group of five Alpha Models. No civilians detected or anymore A.I. Cores so far." Quantis ended her report there, lying low and keeping her movements zero as much as possible. She didn't like the idea of being detected that all.
"Good work Recon Logix. We'll send in a team soon as possible." the outpost's transmission came after a few seconds of delay, likely trying to keep the A.I. Cores from picking up the signal or due to the outpost busy giving support to another team.
Quantis did hear there had been a unfortunate village that ended up being destroyed by a group of A.I. Cores far from her location. But that wasn't her problem and her current one was trying to survive another day out at the field until she's good to go to be a baiter by her uncle's standards. "B.A.I.T.R. Operative Mortimer with Operatives Nui and Gram reporting. Recon Logix, any changes so far?" a new voice rang in her comm-link, Quantis already made a quick skim of her surroundings and the A.I. Cores one last time before reporting: "Enemy A.I. Cores has moved towards west, circling their way over the structural remains, heading to Paris; 400 meters at NNW from my location."
It didn't take long for the baiters to show up from where the Alpha Models were. Quantis observed the battle keenly but still keeping an eye for other possible threats around the battlefield. She studied how the Alpha Models moved, attacked and how the baiters fought them. It didn't too long for the A.I. Cores to go down, collected by the baiters into their Code Cores.
"Recon Logix. Quantis Logix, correct?" a female voice rang in her communication lines, one of the baiters, Operative Nui. "Yes that would be me? How may I help you?" She answered politely as possible without sounding cold or disinterested. "Ahh~ you're uncle, Operative Leonardo, said that to head to the B.A.I.T.R Base." Okay, even Quantis would be interested if that was the topic. "He also said "Good luck". He's the silent-type isn't he?" Nui chuckled, reminded of how that silent man was also one of the veteran baiters around. "He's more of a man of action. Literally." Quantis shuddered remembering how he would rub his face with a five o'clock shadow on her face every single time he would hug her.
"Thank you for telling me." Quantis stood up from where she laid prone, stretching her muscles. She was at one of the rooms at the upper floors of a structure. It was sturdy but wasn't livable for most. "Don't mention it and good luck." there was solemnness in Nui's voice but that was something Quantis understood. There was a small chance of success, a 35% to survive.
Quantis had passed all the date she gathered to the next recon going to take her place before heading within the barrier of Paris. Having passed through a clearance that showed she was still human and without any A.I. Core controlling her, despite her combat suit, Quantis used the quickest route to the B.A.I.T.R. Base via the rooftops, scaffolding, signs that hanged on buildings and anything that she can use as foothold. The city had such a route available to those who knew parkour and combined with what her suit can do, there was much more available routes she can use to travel.
It didn't take long for her to arrive at the Base; literally dropping at the place's doorsteps. The guards, while surprised, expected her and it was easy to distinguish Quantis from others due to her attire. She was directed to the Code Core Department where she saw there were others already laid down for the H.A.L.F. Procedures like her. A femme in white coat approached her, "Hi! Are Leonardo's niece?" she nodded; already know what the doctor was going to ask for her. Quantis slipped her fingers into the collar of her suit, stretching her treasured choker, slipping it over her head and handing it over. "I want that to be my Code Core."
The doctor nodded and took off to run the choker to the N.I.C.E. system. Quantis was then ushered to one of the unoccupied tables to lay down. She was given her choker and noticed nothing different from it at all. She shrugged her shoulders and slipped it back to her neck. Instructed to let some of her skin to show, she slipped off one of the gloves of her suit and let the good doctor inject her with a drug that slowly slipped her conscious mind to its unconscious state.
This is where everything starts....
Line Count: 51
I'm awake and sing a song.
The forget-me-not that you gave me is here.
I need you to be stronger than anyone
I release my soul so you can feel my song.
(O.O.C.: FINALLY I GOT THIS OUT!!!!)
**Attacking Godless Puppet**
Turn 5
Defense/Evasion: Success
35 - 50 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99% - 15% = 84% Chance)
Quote: Health: 200/200
B.A.I.T.R. Standing: 20
Control Limit: 160
Skill: 15
Strength: 10
Defense: 15
Tactical Advantages:
N/A - Level N/A - N/A
Quote: Standard Code Core 1 - [Memento] Health: [ERROR_404 : File cannot be retrieved] B.A.I.T.R. Standing: [ERROR_404 : File cannot be retrieved] Skill: [ERROR_404 : File cannot be retrieved] Strength: [ERROR_404 : File cannot be retrieved] Defense: [ERROR_404 : File cannot be retrieved] Bonus: [ERROR_404 : File cannot be retrieved]
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 2:06 pm
C O R R I N E x E S P E R O N
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Focused [Mood]
Dreamscape: Scotland Cliffs [Location]
Battle [Thoughts]
AI Core [With]
TURN 1 ((15/2.5 = 6 Attacks))__________________________________ Corrinne's eyes followed the doctor as he walked around the room, returning with a long elegant weapon. A Bo Staff, Corrinne had seen one before on a martial arts program but it was made out of wood, this one was metal and sleek. She had never seen one in reality before. A very old-fashioned weapon for such a high-tech age but she believed in the doctors abilities and gripped the staff for support. Once the mask was on she breathed in deeply, quickly falling into unconsciousness. Darkness surrounded her then suddenly a presence crept into her mind, she could feel it searching, snapping. The sound bothered her, soon the sound of waves crashing against stone drifted through her mind. The dark haze lifted and they were up on the tall cliffs of Scotland where her mother had taken her once as a child. The ragged drop below and the angry waves clashing against rock drifted through the air. The creature snapped and hissed in front of her, finally she was able to see it. A massive crab weaved and scuttled around. She was actually quite taken with his coloring against the dark green of the grass and the dark overcast from above. The vivid lime green of his coloring shinning brilliantly. Then suddenly it snapped and hissed again, daring her to move. Corrinne found the staff in her hand, examining it quickly; she twirled it through her fingers and caught it quickly. "You want a fight, I'll give you a fight,” were her last words before she charged the Reaper Crab. The Core grew excited and charged Corrinne.
As the crab charged at her, she wielded the staff around and down upon the reaper crab's head. This jarred the crab and she began to continuously bludgeon the Core three more times. His body flailing around from the clobbering Corrinne had unleashed on the tough hide of the reaper crab. Hanging back a moment she watched as the crab tried to realign itself, his many legs trying to find the ground beneath. Corrinne gripped her staff; it felt cold but powerful in her hands, a sudden sense of serenity drifted through her. The crab charged at her again and Corrinne's eyes darted up speedily, catching the attention of the reaper crab's eyes, it hissed mightily at her. But once again, Corrinne's staff found contact with the crab as she leapt forward at it and bashed its legs out from underneath him. The creature screeched in anger as it landed upsidown on its back. Looking down at it with cold eyes Corrinne saw a fleeting glance of her mother smiling, she knew what she had to do. Spinning the Bo Staff in her hand once more, she listened to the hissing and the shrieking of the Core, his legs wriggling and its eyes blinking hysterically. Corrinne took a deep breath before landing her final blow.
__________________________________ LINES: 139 Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 20 Health: 200/200 Control Limit: 160 Skill: 15 [--] Strength: 15 [--] Defence: 10 [--]
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Dice Black rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:26 pm
 Initiation Roll The doctor injected the drug into the interesting looking woman's skin she had shown. The choker she had wanted as her first code core was nice and simple, and seemed would be kept safe well enough. Not an object that could be left or taken in a battle, it was a good choice as they go the doctor thought to himself as he waited for Quantis to slip in the dream state. There were quite a few students, but he was thankful for the peaceful scheduled one he got to deal with. His shift had not started when Acel had been brought in and the chaos that had happened in that room. It was odd how many were being brought into the location, as the other locations showed none or very little test being conducted at the time. He took the randomly selected cylinder that held the A.I. Core that would rush Logix into her test to see if she could mentally handle a Code Core. The doctor knew from her file he had been reviewing she had all the physical needs to be a success like her family before her, but it was up to her mental fortitude to carry her the rest of the way on. Soon as the sleep was deep enough the doctor held the cylinder close to the choker and it thrummed as the A.I Core sped into the young woman's mind. Turn 1 The A.I. Core that had been randomly selected for the test of the combat armor covered woman was one of the Elder Wolf, an unlikely but effective mesh of a timber wolf and a buck. The Elder Wolf had quickly found the humans mind knowing good and well what its purpose was. The humans had once captured it and had stored it away to weaken to be used for the testing of the humans wanting to follow in their tracks, and keep the Earth for themselves. They should have thought of that before using technology that was not theirs to use. It would have been much more healthy to the existence of their race if they had simply blown up the Ark in the ocean, or even forgotten about it. Activating it had been the worse mistake ever. The hooves of the back feet clattered on the ground as they touched moving so slightly in the murky mind as the human's mind was still constructing what world they would be in for this fight. Not that it mattered, the Elder Wolf would win all the same. It's dark brown fur was hard to see in the darkness making it's eyes glow giving off an eerie glow. It was not as large as a buck would be, but it had the speed of the deer with the power of the wolf. The grace and teeth needed to take down all prey. There she was. Out of habit from taking on the Earth animal's characteristics the A.I. Let out a deep loud howl and started at a quick gate towards Quantis watching carefully to see how the woman would react to the slow charge. The Elder Wolf was not a brute, it was smart and knew patience would be needed to take its prey down. The moment Quantis would turn to face the A.I. It would push forward with its powerful muscles and attempt to impale her left thigh wanting to start with slowing her down to make her an easier target. Quote: Elder WolfB.A.I.T.R Standing: 14 Health: 140/140 Skill: 7 Strength: 9 Defence: 12 Tactical Advantage: Bloodrage: Once per combat, you can work yourself into a murderous fury, striking harder and faster, with disregard to your personal well-being. For 3 turns, the raging fighter gains 10 to strength, but loses 10 defense. 97 OOC:
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