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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-100)
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 8:30 pm
 Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 9
Kabal: 100 - (103 - 145 =) 1 = 99 - 15(Stamina) = 84% Defense Chance.
Rational thought was practically gone. A small, quiet, mousy part of his brain was telling him this was a terrible idea. The Kabal had him exactly where it wanted him, and he was basically helping her throw accelerators onto the flame this creature gave way too. It begged him to take a moment and calm down, pleaded with him to close his eyes and shut everything out, calm down and go back to being the true warrior he once was. Stand proud with his ability on his own feet, hate but an idea to be ignored.
Naturally, this voice was drowned out in the near hysterical cries for death, revenge, anger and hate.
A darkness was growing, and fast, inside of Dal'Mori. He could feel it clawing its way through his mind, attempting to take him over while offering him the most pleasant amounts of pain. All he had to do was let it take him over.
Let it race through his veins and push him towards his goal. It would be so easy. He already vowed to do everything in his power to destroy all of these things, what was letting his mind slip from sanity in the face of reaching his goal?
Yet, despite his willingness, something was stopping him. As the damned monster blocked all of his attack, something else flashed into his mind.
His burning gaze kept with the Kabal, his right eyebrow twitching at the level of angry flowing through his body. It blocked each and every one of his attacks. Blocked them! You'd think it would want to stay out of the way of his attacks, but no! It took them, shrugging them off like they were meager attempts made by an insect!
He was that close to losing himself. A hairs width of rope kept him from letting this beast in his mind unleashed, wavering and ready to snap as that damned creature started to laugh again, like this was some kind of game.
He glared, so hard he was sure his eyes had to have changed color, directly at her. his breathing was labored, in part because of the fight, in part because his body simply was exerting way too much energy. Anger and hate were terrible things to carry around, especially in battle.
As he easily threw his body out of the way of her assault, he found himself nearly there. One little push and he would be an insane A.I. killing monster. It was then that what was holding him back became clear. Sarah's face after repairs, Acel's imbecilic attempt at friendship, whatever kind of friendship he shared with Kawaguchi and of course his wonderful mother. For some reason these three people, people he hadn't known for longer than a few days, and already they had made themselves that integral a part of him?
This made him realize that perhaps he missed home life more than he was letting on, and resolved to deal with this somehow, at some point in the future.
For now, he had a somewhat clear head, clouded now by confusion instead of just anger and hate.
That isn't to say they were gone, oh no.
As he turned back to face the Kabal, his face was the look of violence. Terrible, painful violence. However, it was controlled violence. He had a hand on himself, and he didn't intend to get rid of it.
He shot forward with a voracious ferocity, literally growling like a rabid animal. With a grunt of exertion, he pushed himself forward, only to plant his foot hard, pushing forth all the momentum into his spear, which he sent flying right at the Kabal's center mass. As he was now, he felt no need to use normal weapons. His body would suffice.
The spear was quickly followed by a speeding Dal'Mori, who pushed and pushed, until his feet were cracking the pavement with every step forward. With a sudden leap, he spun in the air, bringing his foot around for a devastating kick to the side of the creature's head.
Hit or miss, upon landing he crouched low to the ground, like a spring coiling up before release. With a roar he shot upwards, bringing his fist up hard and fast, intent on bending the Kabal over his fist as he tried to deliver the catastrophic uppercut.
Attacking Kabal x 3Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 1717/1820 Control Limit: 1400 Skill: 120 [155] Strength: 120 [155]Defence: 110 [145] Quote: Tactical Advantages One Man Army - Level 5 - While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +25 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -50 to all stats instead. Ooc: Line Count: 1647
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Ominous Noodles rolled 3 100-sided dice:
99, 66, 17
Total: 182 (3-300)
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:06 am
 Turn 10155 - 160 = -5 - 100 = 99 - 20 - 5 = 74% 775 - 480 = 295 x2 = 590
The thing wished she could grin, watching the man take a few deep breaths, a moment of calm before the storm of his next attack. He was a skillful man, that was for damn sure. All she wanted was for him to lose control… That would mean that she would win. All he had to do was take that anger and let it consume him. Her shuttered breath halted when the man was able to so cleanly keep her attacks from getting through. Ohhhh, this dance. It was so lovely. Devine, really. The clash of metal on metal, the feeling of air passing over her metallic skin as she ran passed him, and even the rush she felt when he stabbed her through… It all made up this magical fight. This heaven sent dance that made her insides melt and her body shake. Quiver even! She was so happy. Happier than she ever really had been.
The only real issue was that he was… Not… SNAPPING. She wanted to attack the man, but she was not fast enough. It started with a quick spear to the creature's center mass, the spear nearly splitting the thing down the center. The man then shot forward, jumping clean into the air and sending a swift kick to the side of her face. It landed, crushing her head before snapping it off completely. The piece of metal flew to one side, clanging into the hard packed dirt with a loud thud. The man wasn’t done yet though. The last attack the man did was a quick uppercut, one that would barely nick the creature's body, allowing her to tip over. The lifeless body fell back, landing
with another resounding thud, dust kicking up in clouds around the body.
Within seconds, the body faded, code sent up in a ball, bobbing up and down in the air in a silvery color. It looked like mercury, floating there, waiting, hoping, for the man to take her. It was better than being sent back into the void of death.
Line Count: 1621
OOC: Quote: KabalB.A.I.T.R Standing: 174 Health: 27/617 Skill: 95 Strength: 103 Defense: 150 (160) Tactical Advantage:Tank: Your A.I. Core has imbued you with an inhuman durability. You can shrug off heavier blows with ease that your comrades might not be able to. You gain 10 extra Defense. However, you also receive a -5% to your defensive chances.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:48 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
He stood there breathing heavily, a light sheen of sweat could be seen coating his body. A few builds continued to rain rubble and dust, though for the most part everything seemed calm. In fact, the only thing that really disrupted the oddly calming beat of rocks, glass and metal meeting the ground was the only survivor's breathing.
He stood there staring, unblinkingly, at the floating ball of code in front of him. It was dead, but he felt nothing. There was no satisfaction. No pride. No joy. How could this be? This was what he was living his life for! He filled his heart with hate and vengeance. He accepted one of those monsters into his body, allowing it to power him so he could reach his goals.
He growled and punched the ground in front of him as hard as he could, ignoring the flames of pain it ignited. How could he feel nothing?! It made no sense! The monster had enraged him! So much so he placed it in the same category as the other creatures he hated more than anything!
Now it lay before him dead! Gone! Removed from existence as much as he desired for it!
And he felt nothing!
His heavy breathing became even more so as this realization filled him like a cup, before flowing right over the edges. It was truly overwhelming. The emptiness he felt at having finished something he allowed himself to hate.
What was he missing?
What piece of the puzzle would make this all make sense?
Flashes of his home came to mind, along with flashes of the terrible events that occurred. This time he let them come. He needed to know. This was getting out of hand. He was losing himself, and this fight hadn't even been difficult! It had been annoying! It had pushed his buttons where it never should have!
Memories flooded into his mind like a tidal wave. Things he had simply chosen to forget were now right back in his mind, as if they were fresh. Everything started off the same way it always did, he remembered a few good things. Swimming with his best friend, harsh training with his dad, even winning the Winter Games of his village the one time he entered it. Then things would get bleak.
Screaming would start
Smoking
Fire.
His eyes widened as he watched again, forcing himself to watch these memories, something in his gut telling him he would find the answer somewhere in these memories. He watched as the carnage and destruction leveled his village, bodies and wreckage left everywhere. His throat hoarse from screaming in pain, loss and rage. Arms sore from fighting with every single drop of his strength. Legs filthy from trying to gain traction on the blood soaked ground.
He felt the familiar darkness pressing against his will, the hatred and rage boiling inside of him like a volcano ready to explode. With pure will alone he pushed it down and kept going, fighting against his own personal desire to put these memories away.
As it was reaching the end, the familiar silhouette of the beastie that had destroyed everything he loved appeared, slowly approaching as it had that very night.
And then everything inside of him froze over, as though the weather itself had wrapped him in pure snow in a single instant.
The form of the massive monster stepped into the light, and in its place was his own face, quoting the same lines he heard from the Illusionist. Calling him a failure. Telling him he could save nobody. It was all his fault. None of these things surprised Dal'Mori though, he knew he blamed himself. What caused him to freeze, what caused his surprise was the immense surge of hatred he felt for the face when it revealed itself.
In that moment, that single instant, he realized everything. What was wrong. Why he felt empty. why he was so quick to anger.
He hated himself.
Everything he sent towards those around him was the product of this. He hated himself, and in doing so made it impossible for him to trust anyone. Befriend anyone. Or for that matter, truly move on.
In the next moment he made a decision that would set him on a whole new path.
He let himself feel.
All the pain. All the misery. The loneliness. The heartache. The love. It hurt so much, his chest tightening to the point he almost felt he couldn't breathe.
It would be almost a full half hour later that he would realize that this was because he was truly unleashing himself. Tears streaming down his face, throat slightly sore from all the screaming. He looked like a mess. His eyes were red, his cheeks were lined from the areas his tears cleared paths through the dirt that wound up clinging to his face. Even his normally pristine hair was slightly messed up.
He let out a short yawn, feeling every part emotionally drained, and rose to his feet. He didn't think this was the last of his problems, but now he knew the true source, and he could deal with that. The first step towards solving a problem, is knowing what the problem is.
He rose to his feet slowly, and took a deep breath. He felt better. Worlds better. Better in a way he wouldn't have thought he could just a few hours earlier. He looked down at his weapon and with a quick movement of his foot, it was off the ground and back in his hand, and from there swiftly placed on its magnetized sheath.
The warrior's eyes paused on the floating cores, specifically the one that just pushed him to where he was right now. He felt a small, remarkably small, amount of respect for his opponents. This thought alone caused him to feel slightly lighter. He still wanted to rid the planet of them, but it was no longer blind hatred that drove him to do so. With barely a second thought he absorbed their energy and moved on to find the anomaly he was originally sent here to find.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1400 Skill: 120 [155] Strength: 120 [155]Defence: 110 [145] Quote: Tactical Advantages One Man Army - Level 5 - While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +25 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -50 to all stats instead. Ooc: Line Count: 1763
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 11:35 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Several things occurred to our resident old school warrior as he stepped through the wreckage that was once a towering city.
That was the first of them. The sheer amount of damage the Turbine Beetle had managed to cause all on it’s own. It was one creature, labeled a ‘Bit’ by his new employers, one of the weakest ranks of creature that exist on the planet. If one of the lowest of these monsters was capable of leveling these monoliths with ease, what could some of the high leveled ones do? He had only fought one, and it made him seem like a joke comparatively.
The only answer he got was the ominous creaking and groaning of the buildings, kept up by pure chance. Even now debris rained down in the form of small clouds of dust or rubble.
The second was he owed Acel an apology. It was not a particularly happy realization, but he realized he had perhaps gone a bit far in their fight, and everything that followed. He was still a bit upset at the casual dismissal of what was considered a sacred gift in his home, but he also realized that this was a new world.
He also realized that it had been awhile since he last seen Acel. This realization was followed by the fact that the passage of days had been all but a blur to him. He’d barely slept enough to keep himself going, and then when deemed healthy enough to become a Baiter, he rushed head first into it. From there he rushed head first into mission after mission, fight after fight. When you live a lifestyle like that everything else just blurs together.
He made a promise to himself in that moment that he would seek out Acel and Sarah after he got some rest. Acel so he could apologize, and Sarah so he could continue to befriend the part magic woman.
Speaking of magic, this lead him to the hardest realization of all.
He had no idea what he was even looking for.
He accepted a mission to come out here and look for an anomaly! A word which, in this case, meant out of the ordinary. Strange. Different. His whole life was now an anomaly! He was no longer human. He housed one of the very things he desired to eradicate. Clothing was created out of nothing. Food as well!
Magic existed!
The very thought was enough to make him slightly dizzy. For the longest time he was taught all he had in life was his home, his steel and his brothers and sisters in arms. There was only one way to fight, and that was with the other warriors, and with your weapons. While walking these halls he saw a person with fire floating above their palm as they showed off their magic!
These people fought monsters the likes of which could tear his home to shreds, by themselves, without weapons!
With this in mind, consider his situation.
He was out here, in a world with things like that, looking for something that’s supposed to be out of place.
What could even be considered out of place?!
Minutes turned into hours. The heat of the day slowly turned into the cool of night. He had searched barely a fraction of the city, and realized that perhaps this mission would be a lot longer than he anticipated, and began searching for a place to sleep.
He felt lucky when he located a tall, sturdy looking building. He quickly climbed to the top, and nestled himself away in a corner, placing his spear in an easy to reach location, while covering himself with his trench coat. He closed his eyes, and hoped for a dreamless night.
Several hours later, when he woke, he would feel lucky for but a moment, that that wish had come true.
The feeling of luck would quickly vanish, however, when he woke to find himself surrounded by a collection of A.I.s. His eyes widened in surprise, apparently the breakdown from the day before had sapped far more energy that he expected, because he was trained to just feel when an enemy is nearby.
Quickly darting to his feet he dropped his coat, while picking up his weapon and pointed it at them, ready for combat. It was then that he recognized an anomaly. Despite having had perhaps the best chance at killing him while he slept, they all stood there several feet away. The oddest thing was the look of fear on their faces.
Now, he knew he was strong, even more so after that last fight, but enough for a group to feel nervous about facing him? No group feels nervous when going against a single opponent at first. Immediately on edge, Dal’Mori slowly turned around to see what it was they were scared of, a spike of worry impaling him as he did so. However, what he saw caused him to pause, and even drop his guard a little bit in surprise. Behind him, the thing that all the beasties were obviously afraid of, was a tiny, floating blob. It was a lighter shade of lavender in color. It had no real solid shape, and two working eyes that looked eerily similar to a human’s, only a fraction of the size.
It had previously been looking at the beasties in fear, but was now looking up at Dal’Mori in obvious terror. For some reason, there was no instinctive need to kill this creature, despite the fact that it was obviously what he was out here to find. He knew this with certainty, because of all the beasties he’d come across not a single one looked scared until they were almost dead, and even then some didn’t even so much as give it a thought.
That meant this one was different. This one was, itself, the anomaly.
Staring into the tiny eyes of this little thing, he felt a powerful urge to protect it. For some reason, while looking into the eyes of this small creature, he felt like he was looking into the eyes of one of the children in the village. He quickly turned around, his weapon at the ready, prepared to place his life on the line for this odd creature. The man wasn’t entirely sure why, but he wasn’t going to go against his gut.
Apparently the fear of this thing, combined with the presence of a Baiter was enough to dissuade the A.I.s from attacking, because they immediately backed off and ran away. If any of what happened before wasn’t enough evidence, this was surely it. This little purple blob was what was causing the beasties to run away from the area.
Now, his mission was to deal with this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to want too. He felt oddly connected to the little thing.
He turned to look at it again, wondering if perhaps the answer would come from the small creature. It made an odd little thrill sound, before doing the most surprising thing. It turned into him. Well, more accurately, a tiny him. The pint sized mimic bowed to him, before turning back and floating up to his cheek in an attempt to rub against it, making another of those thrilling noises, as if it was very happy.
The walls that he so carefully constructed around his heart for such occasions crumbled in an instant. He wouldn’t say he fell in love with the small creature, but he knew right then and there he wanted to keep it alive.
“Would you like to come with me?” His voice cut into the silence, and the small creature darted out to look at him with a hopeful expression, and his face softened ever so slightly. Apparently, it was more than enough for the small floating ball of what appeared to be goop, because it let loose a rather happy thrill and shot like a bullet into his chest, nuzzling him excitedly.
The warrior’s lips turned up just the slightest of amounts when it did. He couldn’t help but think that this was one incredible change, but the happiness that rolled off the small creature was infectious. He found himself glad he didn’t immediately try to kill the thing.
With the anomaly found, and the solution being taking it with him when he leaves, he set off again, this time to head back. It took him several hours to get out of the city, having gotten lost several times due to not knowing the layout of the land. From there it was really easy to find his way back, the whole time his new buddy was floating along. It would float at his side, or over his head, sometimes flying circles around him because it was feeling particularly excited. It even landed on his shoulder a few times, just to catch a ride.
When he reached the portal, one of the operators saw the little floating thing and reached for their weapon. He imagined they weren’t expecting him to pull his weapon and put it to their throat faster than they could even unsheathe their own weapon. The man explained that the little floating thing was called a glitch by the higher ranked Baiters, and normally described as an annoyance. Usually the other Baiters just killed them, due to the fact that they caused mass exoduses when they showed up.
“Well, my Glitch is staying with me.” He said calmly, though there was a dangerous tone in his voice. With that he simply went over to the portal, called the little purple blob by its new name, and went on his way back to the HQ.
That is how Glitch came to have a name, and a friend. That is how Dal’Mori came to have a pet for the first time in years.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 175 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1400 Skill: 120 [155] Strength: 120 [155]Defence: 110 [145] Quote: Tactical Advantages One Man Army - Level 5 - While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +25 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -50 to all stats instead. Ooc: Line Count: 1856
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