The Kabal thought about it for a second while it looked at the yoyo in question, and when Ilya said he was going to strengthen it and possibly add something, the Kabal nodded in agreeance. "Well, I suppose that my initial analysis of the weapon you chose was shallow, and lacked any real depth. Perhaps you're right. Perhaps it may be used effectively as a weapon after all." It stated with a nod toward the child. When the Kabal spoke of having no name, it was immediately able to detect the fact that the child was saddened by it, and it pulled at the A.I.'s non-existent heartstrings. It already had a predisposition to liking kids--not wanting to harm any of the young ones that he and his comrades encountered. But to throw any more crap to make it harder to fight this kid, he was actually empathising with his enemy. The child felt badly for his enemy...and for such an earnest reason. This was the core reason the Kabal couldn't hurt kids...they were so damn innocent...so damn sweet. As the Kabal charged forward, it attempted to pin Ilya to the wall, but instead, as he was charging, the little runt shot off to the side, maneuvering around him before he whipped that stupid toy at him once again. The Kabal saw it coming for his face and was able to quickly duck low so that the yoyo bounce off of the heavily armored back of the Kabal, dealing little to no damage to the metal exterior.
As the child spoke next, the Kabal didn't really know what to think about it. How did he mean that Kabal was not a suitable name for him? It was the name of every single A.I. that looked like him, was it not the most suitable name possible? The Kabal, as the child asked how Ioann sounded, raised his hands in front of him and waved them as if he were saying 'no,no,no'. It was glad to see that Ilya also thought that name didn't quite work. Though, the Kabal noticed immediately, the child was looking for a Russian name. The child must have been Russian himself. It was about to open its mouth to speak, but Ilya launched another attack, though it was quite wide. "The aim you have with this thing is a little..." However, the yoyo bounced off of the wall and ricocheted directly toward the Kabal's face once again and the A.I. had to make a quick step back and lean away from it in order to avoid the strike, its eyes widening. "Amazing...to be honest. You're pretty good." The Kabal said, chuckling as the child thought more on a name to give him. Fyodor was the next option and the Kabal shook his head alongside Ilya. "Somehow that makes me think of a lumbering giant of a man with low intelligence." The Kabal said, laughing slightly at the thought.
How was this happening? He had been imprisoned for so long that he had known this day would come--the day he had to battle the humans and try to escape the hell of their imprisonment...but, he was instead conversing with a human child, and the fight was almost a secondary thing. It was surreal. As he felt the child land on his back, once again, and start pulling at the tubes on his back, the Kabal immediately bucked forward to send Ilya stumbling and unable to truly get a grip on the tube, and then, as Ilya flipped off of the Kabal, he turned around, staff in hand, preparing to attack, and then, as he was going to strike out at Ilya, the child seemed to be in deep thought before uttering the name 'Gavriil'. The Kabal seemed stunned for a moment, trying to think, trying to deny the name, even though, deep down, it kind of liked it. It didn't want to believe that this child...this little damn kid, was the reason that it would become more than just another 'Kabal'. "Strength from God? It's...it's quite the name. To pair with a child named 'My God is He'?" The Kabal crossed its arms and looked at the kid defiantly. "I suppose...it's not bad...given time, I might be able to grow accustomed to a name like that...maybe. But before I ever allow myself to be named by a human...a human child, none-the-less. You better show me that you deserve it. This strength from god." The Kabal said, confidence already surrounding it after attributing the name to itself. Then, the Kabal burst forward, thrusting the staff-like weapon toward Ilya's center mass. It had two spikes on the tip of the staff, so it could be used for thrusting attacks as well--quite versatile and adaptable, it was.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 100/100
Skill: 10 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 [20]
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.
Ohhhh man, oh man, oh man oh man! It was so pumped! It was fighting some sort of sexy white-haired minx lady. The Uni-Blaster had always found human women thoroughly attractive, but it hadn't been able to actually SEE one in the flesh for years. It couldn't even remember the last woman that it had seen--they didn't exactly offer internet access in their prisons. All there was was an endless darkness and your own mind. Easy to absolutely go nuts in there, but the A.I.'s memory banks stored one hell of a lot, and in its time alive, it had seen a lot, and it had watched a lot of pointless cat videos...because for some reason people loved the s**t out of cats. BECAUSE THEY WERE ADORABLE! The Uni-Blaster loved cats almost as much as he loved this woman's fine a** body! It was kind of a shame that he had to indiscriminately murder her in order to take her body over, but DAMN, when it got the chance, it would be amazing to control a body like that. s**t...it just dawned on the Uni-Blaster that it was going to have the opportunity to BE a hot woman. DREAMS! However, as the Uni-Blaster watched the shot go off and toward the woman, she was able to easily avoid the shot, moving to the side and letting the small explosive pass her and hit the dirt, blowing up part of the forested road they were standing on.
"You could have made this so much harder on me! I hear the baiters can make any environment they want in their own head, and you made a forest, but you legit put a road in it so that I could drive on it unhindered. Thanks, babe!" At that point the woman dashed forward, coming in a full frontal assault on the Uni-Blaster and it watched her carefully as it attacked toward its cannon arm. Obviously she hadn't liked its wicked amazing EXPLOSIONS! But, then again, when an explosion was pointed at your face (or bosoms) it wasn't exactly the best experience for the person it was pointed at. BUT I DIGRESS! As the first slash came down toward its arm, the Uni-Blaster thrust its opposite arm forward and smashed its palm against the wrist of the enemy, knocking the slash away. At first it thought she was kind of silly fo trying to attack with her bare hands, but then it noticed hat the woman had claws. Holy...s**t...please, tell me that this was real. PINCH ME! This woman...was a cat. She was part cat. She was the combination of the two things that the Uni-Blaster loved the most in the world. Cats and sexy ladies. DAYUM! The second swipe at its arm came, and the Uni-Blaster resisted the urge to just pet the woman right then and there. Instead it shot its gears into reverse and pulled the hell out of there! It was easy enough to avoid that attack, but as it prepared to land an attack of its own, the woman lunged forward once again, closing the gap and continuing to attack.
"Jesus, dude! How fast are you!?" He snapped, the woman slashing again towards its neck as it raised its cannon-less arm and blocked the strike, her nails screeching against the metal of its arm. s**t, they were durable nails. Kitty wouldn't be breaking those any time soon. The woman, after attacking its neck, landed and then blasted around behind it, moving so fast the Uni-Blaster could almost not keep up as the first attack went for its side, and it slapped it away as hard as it could, though as the second attack came for its wheel, the Uni-Blaster revved the engine, and blasted forward, down the road. s**t that was close. Literally, if it had been a fraction of a second slower, those claws would have torn through its wheel like paper. It stopped just a few feet away from her and spun around, eyeing her up and down. "Girl. You're a freak. Seriously. I haven't been out of the prison for more than five minutes and you're already doing me like that? Running around all fast and s**t...I'm out of shape." The Uni-Blaster put its hands on its hips and bent forward, as if trying to catch its breath. "You're a handful." He stated, rolling forward slowly and winking. "I like it." He stated, suddenly blasting forward toward her and cocking back its fist. "KACHAOWWWWW!" It bellowed, throwing a fist toward the woman's collar bone to try to bust up her mobility in her arm. Also...it really didn't want to mess up that face...mmmm damn.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 120/120
Skill: 8 Strength: 11 Defense: 10
Tactical Advantage:Juggernaut: Physical toughening of the body has granted you the ability to take more punishment in battle. Damage is reduced by 5% when you are hit in battle (50 damage minimum reduction). The 80% maximum damage reduction rules still apply.
Ilya was so happy that the Kabal took back what he had said about the yoyo! It really was a good weapon, and he did really like using it. And even though he had been missing, the Kabal praised him for his fantastic aim. Ilya was very pleased with himself, and he couldn’t help but grin as he was fighting. It really was his favorite toy to play with, so it only made sense that he was going to use it as a weapon. There were a few times he had to use it defensively at the labs, though never that often. Thankfully. ”Thank you!” Ilya said excitedly, happy that the Kabal thought his aim was good. It pumped up his resolve to make his aim even better, and his hits even stronger. Yes! That was what he was going to do!
Ilya laughed at the Kabal’s thoughts on the name Fydor. ”It does, doesn’t it!” He laughed, continuing on with his thoughts of names. There were plenty of names to choose from, and through the fight, he thought of and spewed out many. Gavriil was still the one, to him. The name that Ilya wanted to use for the Kabal. It fit, almost as if the name was specifically crafted for this one being. The Kabal was his gift of strength, the very thing that would allow him to protect those he loved. Because yes, he was only eleven, and Ilya knew that. It would certainly take more effort on his end than any adult. He might die a few more times than any adult would, but damn it, he’d get there.
So, when the Kabal praised him for the name choice, Ilya grinned. Of course, the Kabal would like it. It was a perfectly picked name, thank you very much! But the acceptance came with a challenge, to beat the Kabal. Beat the Kabal, and maybe he would accept the name. It was reasonable, and obviously it was something that Ilya wanted to do anyway. So, Ilya nodded, accepting the challenge. And when the Kabal, Gavriil, shot forward with his club, Ilya wasn’t surprised, able to bounce back to dodge the attack. His opponent was strong, but Ilya was fast. He jumped backwards, the jab to his stomach missing him entirely. Which was good, Ilya doubted that would have felt good in the slightest.
After jumping back, Ilya rolled to the side and dashed forward. He was going to earn the right to name the Kabal. Gavriil will be his friend. So, Ilya’s attacks came quicker, the yoyo flying through the air at high speeds directly towards the Kabal. Ilya had to stop playing around if he was going to prove anything to his friend. The yoyo spun, and with a flick of Ilya’s wrist, the toy flung towards the Kabal’s forehead. It flung through the air, spinning directly at the Kabal as it tried to hit the AI’s head once more. Then, whether or not it landed, Ilya pulled the string so that it would fly back to him, only to shoot it back out again. Ilya wished he had two of them, though that wasn’t something he could very well handle right now. Even still, it would have to be something he would try out later.
After his first attack, Ilya pulled back his yoyo and jumped, landing once more on the Kabals head, slamming the yoyo down on the metal plating there twice. It was a slightly vicious attack, and Ilya himself wasn’t sure where that sort of behaviour had come from, but it wasn’t something he felt he could regret. He was still issued a challenge, and therefore had to take it. The Kabal would take the name he was given, and he would be friends with it. It had to happen, and Ilya wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
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There was nothing that the Kabal could do about it. This damn kid was adorable. There. He said it. But that didn't mean that he had to say it to the brat in front of him. He could just...keep up this act for a little while longer, and pray the little bugger had the strength in those small arms of his to actually win this fight. The excited tone to Ilya's voice as he thanked the Kabal for his praise, as well as when he agreed with the Kabal's opinion on the name that Ilya had been thinking of using. The Kabal wondered what the child was thinking of while he went silent and considered things. What goes through a child's mind. Well...technically, the Kabal would find out very soon exactly what went through an eleven year old's mind. All he had to do was manage to fail this battle spectacularly and become the most pathetic A.I. core in all of existence. The core that was beaten by an eleven year old child. He would go down in history as the saddest excuse for a member of his race ever. But if it meant this child surviving, than damnit, that was okay. As he thrust the spear staff club object forward, the child immediately dodged backwards out of the way. "Good move." He thought to himself as he watched the child's actions.
As soon as Ilya had landed, the Kabal noticed the quick roll to the side, and then the dash forward, moving even quicker than he had been moving before--as if the challenge that the Kabal had issued had really and truly motivated the child. It was then and there that the Kabal even felt a hint of pride...as if he were helping to raise up this human fledgeling into something more than he currently was. The yoyo came flying toward the Kabal's forehead once more, and he immediately dropped his center of gravity and ducked low, letting the yoyo narrowly go over his head. However, when he ducked and moved out of the way, Ilya kept on going, causing the Kabal to momentarily lose sight of the little child. When he stood back up, he quirked a brow, looking around for him for a moment before he landed exactly where the Kabal should have thought of first. On his damn face. The first strike that Ilya hammered down, the Kabal brushed aside, flinging an arm up at the child and knocking the hand away from him with ease, using its own massive, metal, hands. However, the second strike came down as the Kabal was pulling its arm back, and the yoyo slammed down before the Kabal could reach it. It landed directly on the eye covering of the Kabal and it splintered into cracks and pain sensors shocked through the Kabal's head as he reeled back, stumbling away from the boy, and causing him to come off of his face in the meantime. As Ilya fell from his face, the Kabal immediately swung the staff like a baseball bat, cracking the weapon directly toward Ilya's side and if he hit it would send the child flying into the wall...he could only hope that he missed. Jesus, please, miss. Miss or not, however, after the aftermath had passed, the Kabal would look through its broken eye, and it would chuckle. "That's more how one should be have during a fight. Well place blow, kid."
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 90/100
Skill: 10 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 [20]
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.
He had gotten a hit in! Ilya had gotten a hit in, and it actually did something! Ilya gasped, jumping off the Kabal’s face and placing his hands on either side of his face, letting the yoyo fall. ”I got a hit! I hit you!” Ilya exclaimed, feeling a strong mixture of happiness, excitement, and remorse. He felt bad, having managed to smack the Kabal in the face, breaking the AI’s eye. Ilya didn’t have much time to feel this, however, as the club the Kabal wielded then came swinging towards Ilya’s side, aiming for a powerful side attack. He managed to see it in time, jumping back to dodge, coming to a stop in a slide. And when Gavriil sang his praises for Ilya getting a hit in, Ilya couldn’t help but beam his tiny little head off. ”Thanks! I’ll try harder to get more in like that!” He said, excited that he was doing well.
Oh, the little boy was so happy. Something about this fight just made him happier than he had ever been. With him bouncing around, doing well in the fight, and the Kabal praising him… Oh, there really wasn’t anything better than this. Ilya flicked his wrist, bringing the yoyo back to him. If the Kabal believed that he was going to win, he couldn’t disappoint, even a little. Ilya was going to win this fight, even if it was just to be able to name the Kabal. It was like it wasn’t a person when he had a name like that. The Kabal… It was impersonal, and had no individuality behind it. A title, more than a name. Gavriil, however, gave the Kabal a name, an identifier. A purpose, other than to kill. That made Ilya happy, and he hoped that the Kabal felt the same way.
With the yoyo now in his hand, Ilya began his attack. Flicking his wrist, he sent the yoyo flying, shooting it forward with a great amount of speed towards the Kabal’s face. There was little time between this attack and the next, as he pulled the yoyo back and then swung it above his head, then slamming it down onto the Kabal’s head. With two attacks down, and a slowing momentum, Ilya had to pull back the yoyo to do another attack. From there, though, he had two options. He could attack with the yoyo again, or he could hop onto the Kabal’s head and slap him with the yoyo. Of course, being a child with an unlimited amount of creativity, Ilya’s mind said ‘Why not both?’
So, Ilya swung his yoyo at the Kabal once again, flicking it at him straight on before dashing forward and leaping. As the yoyo would make contact, so would Ilya, as he jumped onto the Kabal and wrap the string around it’s neck. Ilya then pulled, even though he knew the Kabal didn’t need oxygen to survive. However, with that around its neck, Ilya grabbed the yoyo once more and smashed it against the Kabal’s head thrice. Then, hopped off the Kabal’s head and unwrapped the string, pulling the yoyo back into his hand.
Ilya was already getting tired. Was this the effect of fighting for so long? He figured that he was only going to be able to last so long, but the fatigue was already getting to him, draining him from energy. It was probably not as bad as how he felt, but he was still so young, he didn’t know his full limits. Whatever it was, he hoped that it wouldn’t last in the slightest. He never liked being tired. And this wasn’t just tiredness. It was advanced tiredness.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 6:34 pm
Threigze Fionsi Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda.
It was pure exhilaration. Pure adrenaline. Nothing could compare to it. She whipped down the slope of the mountain she was on going as fast as she could, shifting around to add even more forward momentum to her movement. She ducked, dodged and leaped over and through any and all obstacles in her path, of which there were many given that this particular slope was considered to be one of the most dangerous in the world. She handled it with ease, as it allowed her to leave everything behind her. Everything was stripped away, leaving nothing but the happiness and adrenaline, and the slope of course. Whoops of glee and joy loosed themselves from her lips, only to be whipped away by the wind rushing by. Her greens eyes were alight with pure delight, as energy rushed through her system like a battering ram, leaving her breathless yet excited. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine herself flying, high above the ground, free from all the things that bound her.
It was positively addicting, that feeling at the end of doing something incredible like this. Her smile could match the sun in that moment as she removed her face gear, allowing the brisk cold to breach the outer layer of weather defense, and her face to be seen. It was the face of success and joy, and with good reason. So, it would likely come as no surprise that when a young man came rushing over to her, she pulled him into a breath taking kiss that left the lad blushing like crazy. The young lass didn’t even seem to notice, so happy was she that she was practically jittery with giddiness. When she finally calmed down, they both headed towards the nearest building, intent on getting food and warming up, as she spoke non-stop about how incredible it was flying down the mountain, ignoring all the impressed and incredulous looks she was receiving.
It was normal for her after all, she’d do something people would think her incapable of doing, and they would all be stunned silent. It was almost ritual at this point. The people who didn’t notice her because of her achievements? Those were the people she tried to talk to. The people who would see her as her, and not this legend that seemed to follow her wherever she went. This was how she found this young man and his family. She met him after a particularly nasty fall, by which to say, she landed on him. Literally. Dislocated his right arm. Afterwards, when she visited him in the hospital, he was so scared of her he nearly emptied his bladder upon sight of her. Right then and there, she decided she was going to make him brave. That moment, in front of both of his parents, Thre walked right up to the young man and told him straight to his face they would be friends.
A few weeks after meeting, he asked her to be his girlfriend, blushing red as a cooked lobster from head to toe, holding little note cards while stuttering. How could she have said no? Now, looking at his still slightly blushing face, she couldn’t say for a moment she regretted the choice. Once they reached his parents, now hand in hand, having grabbed his hand on the way over, they were informed they were going to dinner. This elicited smiles from both of the kids, as they headed out to eat. At the dinner table the young lady once more dove into the story of the mountain she just went down, easily entertaining the whole table for the whole meal.
However, the next day was when the good times came to an end. For, having informed them a few days ago, it was the day Thre would leave them to go and pursue something else, her next big adventure. She explained to them that she would always keep in touch via the communication device they gave her, but she had more of the world she wanted to see. Places she’s heard of that she’s always wanted to go. They understood. They were sad, but they understood. She thought that was the hardest part.
She was wrong.
Now, the day of, as she stared into the mismatched eyes of her boyfriend for these past four months, she couldn’t help but feel a pain in her heart, like someone stabbed her and twisted. His eyes, normally bright and cheerful, were slightly dull today and his smile, which rarely left his face in the presence of these three people, was faded. She felt horrible for making him go through this, for making him feel this way, but she simply had to go. This was something that needed to be done. So she hugged him tightly, gently kissed him on his cheek, and stepped onto the train. She turned, waved good bye to these people, and smiled sadly. “I’ll miss you.”
With those words, the doors closed and the train started to chug along. There were no tears on her end, she knew she’d see them again at some point. She also knew she was doing the right thing. Recently she noticed she was being followed, and came to the conclusion they had found her and were going to make moves towards capturing her. This was something she would never allow to happen. So, her plan was to go about finally entering herself into their system, but under the single greatest immunity there was.
She was going to go become a Baiter.
The train ride was a quick one. Rather, it felt rather quick. You see, Thre being who she was, started randomly talking to the person near her, and entertained them with the stories of her life. Some of the crowd favorites included the one time she fought a huge bear in a cave, mostly because it was one of the ones she could prove due to the scars on her arm, and the one about her jumping off the top of the Shanghai Tower. The second story mentioned is about when people started to put together that she was the girl the stories were based on. Luckily, before they could start fawning over her, her stop came up. With a smile and a wave, she hopped off the train, and took a moment to take it all in. She was back. She enjoyed being off the grid, this was true, but the one time she had been here before she had almost fallen in love. There was so many people! She had never felt more protected as a single face in an ocean of people. She also met so many amazing people, who told her about all these amazing places, which easily directed her adventures once she left, finding she actually missed being outside and off the beaten path.
She took a deep breath and headed off, fully intent on getting into the regional Baiter base, before anything could happen. She felt them following her as soon as she got off the train, obviously waiting for her, clearly informed by the people that were following her at the first train station. Unfortunately, she didn’t know this area that well, and within an hour she found herself cornered in an alleyway, two guys in black suits armed with some kind of stick that glowed with electricity stalking towards her. The ensuing fight was swift and brutal, and when she walked out the other end of the alleyway, the only thing that remained as evidence was a small splatter of blood on the wall.
As luck would have it, a few moments later she found herself in front of a building where loads of people with weapons were entering and exiting. This was clearly where she needed to go. She was so happy to see it she actually had to pause in the middle of the street to stare, her chest starting to well up with exhilaration. This was a new adventure unlike anything she had done before. Everything else she had done, there was an end goal, a clear cut source of success. This? This would have nothing of the sort. Every day her life would be on the line, and every day it would be in a different way. The thought filled her with adrenaline, and she started running forward towards the building, ignoring the indignant honks of the people she was cutting off in the street.
As she was running towards the building, she saw something her eyes couldn’t believe, causing her to falter and nearly fall to her face. When she caught herself she shot forward as fast as her little legs would carry her, and wrapped her arms around his body, picked him up and spun him around. “Tiny man!” She was so happy, a tear forced its way from her eye, but she quickly wiped it away as she was pulling away from the hug. They had a brief exchange, the smile on her face bright and happy, as she encouraged him. He didn’t really need it; the kid was full of courage. In the whole time she had known the kid, she couldn’t recall a time he was actually frightened of anything. They went separate ways when the doctors called, and with a final wave she headed off to finally start this journey, her desire to pass now even greater, that she might find herself on the battlefield with her friend.
There was an argument with doctor, who at first refused to believe that anyone so young would be allowed to take this test. One transformation later, and Thre was laying on the table looking at the ceiling, as her body entered into a practiced stillness. No matter how hard she tried, certain things were simply how she knew how to do them, regardless of where she learned them. As they set everything up, she explained the important of the necklace, despite the reassurances it would be fine. As she was speaking, a mask was put on her face, and she found herself falling into unconsciousness without a moment of warning, dropped into the life or death test that would soon determine her future, or lack thereof should that be the case.
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Alley could only raise her eyebrow at with slight irritation at the Uni's little taunt. Was it trying to piss her off? She was surprised by the road in the forest as well. Maybe it was due to her experience in the city. She probably should have stayed in the city for a day or so to get use to it, but she couldn't risk the chance of them finding her and dragging her back before she got the chance. No, she didn't do this thing a favor, it was just so much at once in her journey. “Sorry you hunk of metal, but this was just me wanting a better challenge, but this road doesn't cover the whole forest.” She taunted back, raising her hands with a shrug of her shoulders. She was going to ignore the fact he called her a babe. It was obvious that she was fully grown, not a newborn. Plus she knew she had a point. This was the only road and there seemed to be an endless forest around them. All she had to do was run off it and put the damn thing in some strain if it really wanted.
She growled her usual animal like growl as her attacks seemed to miss, feeling the metal under her nails but it didn't do anything. She couldn't get a solid hit on the thing. But her nails were holding up, something she didn't expect, but she didn't go off and get a real weapon because she thought she was strong enough for the fight. Turned out she was right. And she was getting so much more hits on the thing than she thought. Even it was surprised as she ran around the thing. She was looking around the thing as well though, looking for opening around the metal armor it had for her teeth to sink into. She fought with tooth and nail and she wasn't quite using them all of them yet. She flicked a small bit of rubber that she had clawed from the tire, though it was so small it was barely noticeable if it wasn't for the fact is was actually stuck to her nail. Well that was disappointing to say the least. She had been so close. She raised an eyebrow at the Blaster as it seemed to try and catch it's breath. It was a machine, did it really have lungs to be doing that?
She watched it closely as it came forward to her, giving her a wink. She didn't know how to react to that other than glare down her nose at it. She quickly dodged it's attack when it charged forward. She smirked at it before grabbing it's arm and threw it over her shoulder hoping to do some damage to it when it hit the pavement of the road. She charged forward herself, throwing a two punches toward it's face. She lunged behind it, before quickly lunging it again, this time aiming her teeth into it's right elbow where she could see a few wires between it's metal arm plates, while at the same aiming her claws into it's side. She was keeping the attacks close but sometimes keeping range wasn't going to cut it. Not like she had something to use for range.
What scares you more, the human or the beast in me?
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The way that the child jumped away from him and placed his hands on his face, in pure shock and excitement that he had been able to land a blow on the Kabal was one of the cutest damn things he had ever seen. Human children were absolutely, completely, precious. The Kabal barely knew what to do with himself as the child cried out in excitement that he had landed a hit, thanking the Kabal for his praise and promising to try harder to land more just like it. The Kabal grinned as he looked at Ilya, nodding to him after he promised to try harder. "Good. There is no time in your life when you should ever stop trying harder. No matter how good you get--no matter how strong you become--there is always someone stronger, and there is always something to learn. Never stop growing." He stated, just as he began his assault on Ilya. He wanted to make sure he was teaching the child. This fight to him and ceased being a fight the moment the child had inspired compassion and a feeling of...perhaps not love...but some form of deep desire to be there for this child. The Kabal wondered if the baiters had placed him with Ilya on purpose...if they knew about the Kabal's disposition and how hard it would be to earnestly fight the child and try to beat him. But, at the same time, it would be an insult to Ilya if the Kabal pulled its punches and didn't go all out. The child deserved an honest victory, or an honest loss. If the child fell, they would fall together, and the Kabal would apologize and repent for ending such a growing flame. "You know, Ilya..." He began as Ilya dodged out of the way of his attack.
The first flick of Ilya's wrist sent the yoyo blasting toward him and the Kabal was actually shocked by how fast it approached. His arm came up once again, using the massive plating on the forearm to deflect the yoyo with relative ease. However, the impact seemed somehow harder, and the Kabal knew that Ilya was getting pumped up. He pulled the arm away from his face, and he realized that blocking his already impaired vision had been a mistake. Ilya brought the yoyo hammering down towards its head once again, and the Kabal had no time to react at all. The yoyo blasted down on the center of its forehead and the plating on the Kabal's head instantly cracked beneath the pressure and sparks even jetted from the wound as pain sensors once again crushed through the Kabal's body. It hurt...a lot. But the Kabal wouldn't cry out in pain--no...he didn't want to make Ilya feel bad for hurting him. He dropped to one knee after the blow, catching himself so he didn't fall. Then, as he was knelt down, Ilya charged forward and jumped at him, using the string as a sort of garrotte. But, having held the string the way he was, it was easy to see the strategy. He lifted his hands up, blocking his neck so that when the string came, the Kabal caught it and immediately tossed it over the top of his head, however, the assault was only just beginning as Ilya managed to stay on top of the Kabal and threw a hand down toward the Kabal's head. The A.I. caught the hand and tried to flip Ilya over his head and throw him, but the child caught his armour before he could be thrown, and he pulled himself back into the Kabal, swinging a second blow with him, though the Kabal brought his hand up again, swatting away Ilya's arm roughly. But as soon as he had swatted the arm away, Ilya managed to retract from it and send a last strike out even faster. Where had he gotten all of this energy and speed? He was so much faster, and each hit was landing so much harder!
The Kabal could do nothing as Ilya smashed the yoyo down on his face once more, this time it landed on the same eye and smashed the glass covering it completely, shattering a few pieces into the internal circuitry, and once more, pain screamed through the Kabal's body but it ground its teeth and held it in. "You...get a little...stronger...when you are...excited, huh?" The Kabal said, laughing through the pain and not letting Ilya see the extent of the damage that he had done to the Kabal. He would fight with his all and show Ilya no suffering. "I am proud to take this name of yours. Gavriil....I will be your strength from god." Gavriil stated, pride laced into his words as the sparks crackled from the open parts of his armour. Gavriil spun the staff around in his hand, twirling it with all of his might until the staff turned into nothing more than a blur. Then, as he spun the staff he twisted his body and suddenly hurled the weapon with all of his strength, sending it spinning through the air viciously toward Ilya. It was his last ditch attempt to hit the child, and it was earnest. Ilya could take it...the Kabal knew that now.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 10/100
Skill: 10 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 [20]
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.
Sparks flew through the air, all coming from the Kabal. Ilya’s attacks were hitting harder than before, and that excited him greatly. He knew deep down that they were hurting the Kabal, but it was what the Kabal asked for… To hurt him and win. Right? So Ilya continued his strikes, acknowledging what it was that the Kabal was saying. His attacks did get stronger when he was excited, didn’t they! Ilya giggled when he landed, stepping back from his attacks. ”I do, don’t I!?” Ilya said, trying with all his might to not stomp his feet in excitement. The young boy was bursting at the seams with the emotion, almost vibrating with it. Was this really his tool to win his fights? Well, it it was, he was sure to use it.
Then, his excitement almost completely burst from him when the Kabal accepted the name he was given. ”Oh you will! That’s so cool!” Ilya could almost scream. The Kabal was now Gavriil, and Ilya couldn’t be happier with this. ”Gavriil is perfect! I’m so happy!” Ilya said, spinning around in joy. Oh, he couldn’t even contain himself any more! He was winning the fight, Gavriil accepted his name, and Ilya could even feel himself get way stronger! This day couldn’t possibly get better.
Gavriil began spinning his weapon, and Ilya forced himself to calm down, at least outwardly. There was going to be an attack that would come any second, and he knew that Gavriil wasn’t going to pull his punches. So when the club-staff came whirling at him, Ilya managed to dodge with his excited ease, jumping out of the way before it could do any sort of damage to him. He was glad for it. He didn’t want to think about what that would do to either him or Gavriil. Ilya never really did like being in pain. Then again, who did?
And so, Ilya began his assault, readying himself for what could very well be his victory. Ilya ran up at Gavriil, then dodge rolled passed him in an attempt to get behind him. Then, Ilya threw his yoyo, aiming at the back of his head. It was another fast and direct attack, one that was aimed right between the tubes that cooled Gavriil’s body down. Then, Ilya grabbed the string and shot the yoyo up and out, pulling it back to him, then swinging it around for another attack. The next one would land at Gavriil’s shoulder, hopefully making it so that it would be more difficult to swing his staff around any more.
Ilya then pulled the yoyo back to him, shooting the yoyo forward, but to the side this time, seemingly missing, until Ilya pulled on the string once again so the string would wrap around Gavriil’s to pull him down. Whether or not that attack was successful, Ilya would then run up to the Kabal and jump on him again, hopefully for the final time. The next two smacks would be aimed for the cheeks, slamming down twice before Ilya could lean back and take a breath, jumping off Gavriil and resting his hands on his knees, watching Gavriil to see if the attacks were a full success. Being his first battle, the one that meant life or death, Ilya was a little worried he wouldn’t be able to do it, being so young and inexperienced. However, now, seeing all the sparks flying from Gavriil, and how he was slowing down… Ilya didn’t think he had to worry so much anymore. Things would be fine, he would win, and he would be able to be the Baiter he truly wanted himself to be. Ilya smiled, breathing heavily, the attacks taking a small toll on him. ”Thank you, Gavriil, for being the one I had to fight. I really like you!” he said, standing up once again.
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Ilya's Attack x5: 20 - 20 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99% Defense chance) (-5% From TA = 94% Defense Chance) (-15% From Stamina = 79% Defense chance)
Gavriil looked down as Ilya jumped away from him, putting distance between the two of them before the child began to giggle and agreed with Gavriil about the fact that his attacks seemed to get stronger when he was excited--and this child was most definitely excited. He was so happy that he could barely contain himself and Gavriil couldn't anymore either as he laughed alongside Ilya. He had never seen a child, or anyone for that matter, so happy in all of his life, and Gavriil truly couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to have met the boy. Gavriil had never had close friends...family...none of these things. He had comrades and leaders, and he killed many of the people in the world that Ilya might have known or been friends with...which shamed him, now, that he knew the kind of joys and beauty that existed in this place. When he exclaimed about how cool it was, when Gavriil accepted his name, he grinned, laughing again, even as the sparks crackled from his face. He spoke of how happy he was that he had accepted the name, and he spun around in joy even, and Gavriil laughed some more, watching the child's antics, but even as he laughed, he prepared his attack, allowing Ilya a moment to gather himself as well. He spun the staff-like weapon and hurled it toward the child, but Ilya was able to avoid the staff expertly and dodged underneath the Kabal, moving past him and behind him. From there, Ilya hurled the yoyo toward the back of Gavriil's head, but the Kabal ducked low and avoided it, sensing the attack coming and preparing for it.
As Ilya continued his attacks, Gavriil noticed just how complex his aim was getting with the yoyo. It was progressing an enormous amount just from the experience in this single combat experience against Gavriil. This time the yoyo came flying at his shoulder, but he merely moved his body so that the yoyo clunked against the reinforced plating of Gavriil's shoulder armour and bounced harmlessly off. "You must get even stronger if you want to be able to use such a weapon against heavy armour. You can not dent thick plate like my shoulders without more force, or some sort of piercing ability, like a spike or blade on that little thing of yours." He stated, and by this time, Ilya was already throwing the yoyo again, and trying to tie Gavriil up, and pull him to the ground. However, as the string went to look around him, Gavriil caught the string in the air and reefed it hard to pull Ilya off balance and avoid him doing anything tricky. It was then that the young little guy ran back up onto Gavriil's body and attempted to actually strike him two more times directly, with the yoyo. One of those hits had already worked, but he would not allow it this time. As soon as he attempted the first blow, Gavriil reached up and caught Ilya by the shirt, hurling him off of his body and sending him tumbling to the ground, though knowing the child, he would catch himself and land on his feet or something. Gavriil then held out his hand and a small light in his palm glowed as the staff he had hurled shook on the ground for a moment before it took to the air and rocketed back to Gavriil, landing in his hand.
Gavriil smirked as Ilya spoke again, telling him that he was glad that he was the one that he had to fight, and Gavriil beamed down toward him, dropping to one knee and reaching out his hand to the child to actually pull him into his body, embracing the little boy. He had done so many bad things in the name of leaders that had no right...he had killed and he had been remorseless in most of it, but he realized now that he had a chance to redeem himself. He had a chance to atone. "You taught me more than I can explain, in this short time...the compassion and beauty that you humans can feel and express. You are sweet, child...incredibly sweet, and that scares me. There are few of my people who would hesitate to mutilate a child...few of my people who would bother to hear you out or understand you...but, those who stand against you will stand against me as well." He stated, releasing Ilya, and standing up. It was as if he had already decided that Ilya was the victor, no matter what...which was true. If he would have the option to defeat the boy, he would tear his own code apart and die first. "But, Ilya. You still have a job to finish before that can happen. But I won't just let you walk over me. I will not insult you by taking it easy on you. Now. Let us finish this." He stated with a serious nod. At that point he stepped away from Ilya, giving the boy a few seconds to prepare. At that point, Gavriil took a deep breath and lunged forward again, though this time, his grip on the staff slid all the way to the large tip, and he held it like a dagger, slamming it up with greater speed, aiming to stab the child in the gut with the sharp tips.
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 10/100
Skill: 10 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 [20]
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.
Gavriil managed to make light of every single attack that Ilya had thrown at him this time around. Be it via a quick dodge, or well placed armor, none of Ilya’s attacks did anything. However, at none of these points did Gavriil tell him that he was bad for it, or make Ilya feel like because of it he was worthless. Instead, he took the time to teach Ilya why it was that his attacks failed, or how to get better. There was no better way to have approached it, as far as Ilya was concerned, and there was no other way he was going to take it. It was beautiful, really, that this AI felt so much different than all the people in the Labs, feeling more akin to his mother than anything. She was like his sun, the thing that made sure that he was warm, had food, and life. The Kabal, Gavriil, perhaps he would become something similar to him. His moon, the thing that kept him in line, that pushed and pulled him to keep him safe and in check. To teach him how to be a boy, then grow into a strong young man and further. Was that what a father did? Ilya shook his head, shaking the thought out of his head. An AI being a father figure? That was absolutely ridiculous. And yet…
Gavriil got down on a knee, pulling the small boy into a hug. Gavriil was so much larger than Ilya was, resulting in the metal arms practically engulfing the small boys body. When Gavriil revealed just how much Ilya meant to him at that point, what he did for him, and the sort of impact made on his life, Ilya felt himself well up. True, there was a warning in there about how another AI would have never treated Ilya the same way as Gavriil treated him. But at the same time, Gavriil also said that whoever would stand against Ilya would also have to stand against him, and that meant so much more than Ilya could have ever explained. Unable to help himself, tears spilled over, falling down his cheeks and around his large grin. ”I’m so happy to have you with me!” He said, wiping away the tears on one cheek as Gavriil let him go. ”I promise I won’t let the others get to me like you do. They’re different, and nice… I know they aren’t. I won’t let them be mean to me.” Ilay wiped away his tears and smiled at his friend, his very important friend, and readied himself for the upcoming attack. However, somehow, Ilya couldn’t prepare himself fast enough, and the staffs pointed ends jabbed through him, dealing more damage than he had expected.
Ilya could feel the blood trickle down from the wounds, and oh lord did it hurt. He could have prepared himself for weeks, and he couldn’t have prepared himself for how much it hurt. But just like Gavriil, he didn’t want to let on how much it hurt. So he jumped back, holding his stomach to see just how much damage it had done. It wasn’t excessive, as far as his inexperienced eyes could tell him, but it did result in a decent amount of blood, something that he was not, and could not be, ready for. Looking up at Gavriil, he waved his hand ever so slightly, assuring that he was just fine, and that it wasn’t that bad. He knew Gavriil wasn’t going to pull his punches, but he knew that Gavriil wouldn’t be happy with actually landing a hit. Even still, Ilya had to give it his all and finish the fight off.
Flicking his wrist, Ilya shot the yoyo forward once again, promising that if this one hit, it would deal damage the way it was supposed to. The yoyo shot toward, speeding towards Gavriil at a high speed. A direct assault to the AI’s head, then a redirection to allow the yoyo to zoom around for another attack on the guys head. Then, Ilya spun around, forcing the yoyo to change in momentum, giving it a wide curve before slamming it down on Gavriil’s head again. He was going to keep his distance for a little while, recovering from the hit that Gavriil landed on him. So, he continued to swing the yoyo around for a couple more shots, demonstrating his tight control over the momentum and speed of the toy, keeping it firmly under his own willpower and skill.
Two more shots came at Gavriil, swinging the yoyo around so it would gain more momentum and speed before making the final shot. The next attack came as another bounce off the wall, bouncing off the wall into the shoulder plates that Gavriil had. As it bounced off, Ilya pulled the yoyo back, then around to gain speed in order to smash on top of Gavriil’s head. All Ilya wanted to do was finish this, so that neither of them had to inflict pain on each other any more. Ilya didn’t like attacking Gavriil like this, and he was sure Gavriil felt exactly the same way. It was hard, even though they both knew they had to.
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Gavriil's heart ached as he held the child in its arms. It felt as though it had gained some sort of purpose in its life as it held the boy, shielding him within his massive arms, and knowing that he would protect him always. Ilya was his boy--his human--his purpose. As he gave advice to the child, Ilya listened intently, like a child should when he was being taught something, and he knew that Ilya didn't think that Gavriil was being condescending in any way, but that he was truly trying to teach the young man something. When Ilya heard what he had done for Gavriil, the kind of revelation that he had brought on, the child began to cry, the tears pouring down his face as he spoke of how happy he was to have Gavriil with him. He spoke of not letting the other A.I. be mean to him, and Gavriil knew that it was much deeper than 'being mean' but he would not bother scolding the child on such a minute thing. Ilya knew what he was talking about, and when he spoke oh them being mean, Gavriil knew that the child was aware of what that meant, truly. Ilya wiped away his tears, the grin still plastered to his face, and the Kabal wished, for a moment, he could be human. Wished with all of his heart that he could be made of flesh and bone like this child, so he could cry alongside the boy--to show him the tears of happiness that he too felt, but could not show.
As they stepped away from each other, and Gavriil gave Ilya a few moments to prepare before they continued, the boy tried to get ready, but he could not in time. The Kabal's change of grip caused the staff to come wildly faster than the boy would have thought possible, and as he drove the tip upwards in his hand, and he realized that the boy would not be able to dodge, Gavriil immediately pulled the punch. The tips of his staff still drove upwards and cut the boy relatively deep, but he would not allow them to damage any vitals. He couldn't. He would never admit it to Ilya, that he had tried his best not to damage anything important...but the lesson in pain was still there, and that was all that Gavriil wanted for the boy. His mind was rampant with thoughts, worries that he had hurt the boy, and a sick feeling filled his entire being when he realized he had actually hurt him, but he couldn't let himself regret it. It was a lesson--this was the life Ilya had already chosen, and it was now Gavriil's job to teach him how to pursue that life without dying. If he did not learn pain, he would not learn anything at all.
Gavriil would not allow this boy to take him down so easily, he would not make it fast, he would not let the child strike him without him truly giving his all to defend against it. The first attack that came at his head, Gavrill swung his staff upwards, tangling it within the string of the yoyo so that the yoyo stopped dead and spun around the staff, unable to continue toward the Kabal's head. As soon as the yoyo was untangled with a quick pull and twist of Ilya's wrist, it was launching toward him once again, this time in wide arc--but the hallway they were in was narrow--it was not enough room to arc as wide as the boy might have wanted it to, and Gavriil swatted the yoyo down as it came toward it. Gavriil was able to defend against the next shot as well, but as the fourth came toward him, Gaverill once again rose his staff to block it, but the tip of it caught against the wall of the narrow hallway and it slowed the defense just enough--the yoyo crushing down on his head, and the last shot coming in quickly behind it, landing on the already existent crack and causign the yoyo to actually break through the armour and directly smash the internal workings of the Kabal's head. Gavriil's body fell limp to its knees in front of Ilya, and the sparks shot around the crushed head as the body tilted forward with a loud thump against the ground. Though, as the body turned into bright code, beginning to flow into Ilya's yoyo, a voice would echo in his mind. "Thank you, Ilya. For ending that, and I am so sorry for hurting you. I could not shame you by not earnestly trying to land my strikes. And I believe it would be sad for you to have a guardian who could not at least land a single hit on you, right? I could not do it again...I could not hurt you again...so thank you for ending this. I...am yours."
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 0/100
Skill: 10 Strength: 10 Defense: 10 [20]
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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There was so much happening at that very moment. Ilya could tell that Gavriil could legitimately feel something for Ilya, and that made him feel really great about himself, and Gavriil. Even when Gavriil’s hit landed, he could tell that he didn’t feel good about it, perhaps even genuinely felt bad for it. But whether or not Ilya liked it, it was a needed blow. It wasn’t something he thought about, or something he liked to think of, but Ilya needed to be hit for his own good. He was young, and very naive. The choice to take the Half exam is not one for anyone to take lightly, and this eleven year old boy simply ran into the fight like it was going to be nothing. If anything, he was lucky to have landed an AI like Gavriil, someone strong and able to guide Ilya along his path as a Baiter, and a young boy.
So when that final attack landed, and Gavriil finally fell, Ilya couldn’t help but well up again. He knew it was coming, yes, but it was a thought he had placed outside his mind. Gavriil just lost a battle, effectively dying, all because of Ilya. While he should have been rejoicing, all he felt like doing was crying again. But he wouldn’t, no… He couldn’t it was meant to happen, and when Gavriil’s code was absorbed into Ilya’s yoyo, and he said those words of encouragement, that he was now his. The words echoed in his head, and Ilya could feel the burn in his eyes. Gavriil was all his now, and he had passed his Half. Even though he knew that he had just killed the best friend he could have ever had, Gavriil did live on with him. Ilya was over joyed! Even more than he had ever felt before, he was happy. Happy to have won, happy to have achieved his goal, happy to have made such a good lifelong friend. Life was good. ”We did it!” Ilya yelled, jumping up and down in his spot. He could hear Gavriil chuckling in his head, ’No, Ilya, you did it. Congratulations.’ Gavriil said, a sense of pride in his voice.
Gavriil speaking in his head was a sensation that he had never really felt before. Yes, he had his own thoughts, but to have a whole other entity inside of him that could speak coherently? That was another thing entirely. Looking at his yoyo, he could tell that it was no longer the one he had purchased with his mother’s money almost a year prior. No, it was the same. It was just housing something new, taking on the properties of his friend.
But then the walls of the hallway they battled in started to fade, shocking him out of his thoughts. For a moment, Ilya was scared, unsure of what exactly it was that was happening. However, suddenly, before he had the chance to act on anything he was feeling, he woke up. He was still in the hospital in which he took the test, laying on the table they had previously let him lay on to knock him out. Looking around, he saw many faces that were half relieved, and half frightened. Some of the women in the room sighed in relief when he sat up, placing his hand on his chest. Unable to help it, Ilya grinned at everyone as he swung his legs over the side of the table. ”Don’t worry, I made it through!” he said, hopping down.
Even though this was the case, some of the nurses that had gathered to see how a child would fair in the Half exam were still nervous. Ilya couldn’t tell what they were thinking, or why they were scared for him, but he could tell that they were. The doctor who administered the exam, however, just looked happy that Ilya was alive and well. “Congratulations on passing the half, little man!” he said, excited for Ilya, giving him a high five. Of course, Ilya reciprocated this, giving the man a high five with great enthusiasm. “After this, you’re going to need to walk over to the portals where you would be able to teleport to the Headquarters where you will be fitted with a badge. When you get there a man named Quan Yeun will explain how it works, and what it does. Then, you’ll be free to do what you want. This means, missions, relaxing, getting fitted to your new apartment - which is covered by B.A.I.T.R. by the way - and so on. Sound good?” The doctor smiled, waiting for Ilya little chirp in agreeance before continuing on with what he was saying. “Good! Oh, and since you are technically still a minor, I took the liberty of calling your mother. She sounded mad. Good luck.”
Ilya winced, knowing that that couldn’t be good. When it got down to it, Katya Utkin was a grizzly bear whose kids were in danger, even if they weren’t. ’It’s good that they called. You’re young, and shouldn’t be out by yourself.’ Ilya frowned. Sure, he was right, but that didn’t mean that he had to agree with him. So, Ilya hopped of the table, ready to do as the doctor said. Though it was highly possible that his mother was already there, waiting for him in the waiting room. And when Ilya walked out of the operating room, and into the waiting room, sure enough, that was where she was. Sitting with her back straight and her legs perfectly crossed and poised. Oh, she was mad. Very mad.
Katya was a beautiful young woman, obviously having had Ilya when she was twenty, maybe twenty two. Her dark black hair was freckled with grey strangs, likely from stress or overwork. Her face was less pointed than Ilya’s but he definitely had her nose. Her eyes were large, like Ilya’s, but she had bright green eyes, not Ilya’s ice blues. From the naked eye, it would be hard to tell that she was his mother, but as soon as she locked onto Ilya and opened her mouth, all doubts suddenly vanished. ”Ilyushenka Svyatoslav Utkin.” the woman said, her voice stern, with a slight hint of a Russian accent. Ilya placed his hands on either cheek, attempting to ready himself for whatever beating he was going to get. When mom pulled out the full name, he knew it was real. Katya stood up and walked over to her son, crossing her arms over her chest as she stomped over, clearly very upset. ”Did you really think that you could have gotten away with this? Leave town, come here and take the half, risking your life to take a test?! One that could end with you dying?” Katya placed her hand on her chest, clearly having been scared to death after she heard the news. Taking a moment to gather herself, she looked at her son, then pulled him into a firm hug. ”I’m just glad you’re okay...” She said in his ear. Ilya hugged her back, his arms around her neck. Ilya wasn’t that much shorter than his mother, his mom only coming in about three inches taller than him. Ilya was going to grow up to be a rather tall boy, more than likely another trait from his unknown father
’You didn’t tell your mom you were going to do this? Do you know how worried she must have been?’ Gavriil said, lightly scolding Ilya for the choice. But when Ilya pulled back and Katya smiled at him, Ilya knew that she could have lost everything, and she knew that. ”I’m sorry, Mamochka. I won’t do something like this again.” Katya fluffed Ilya’s hair, smiling at her son.
”Of course, you won't. Otherwise, you might just die.” Katya laughed, holding out her hand for Ilya to take, then ushered him out, the doctors having already told her exactly where he needed to go. She would supervise him at least his first few days, though she couldn’t actually go on any missions with him. However, she could meet the people who would go on missions with him, and that was good enough for her. ”Okay, Ilyusha, let’s go do your duties, now. I’m sure there’s lots of stuff to do before the day is up.”
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Initiative
The doctor's day had started out rather rough. She had three other applicants that morning, and only one of them actually managed to pass. It broke her heart every time she had to call in the, at the ready, Baiter standing just outside. As she stepped outside to call up the next applicant, she felt an icy hand grasp her heart as it dropped to the bottom of her stomach, her eyes having landed on a small child. There was no way. She wouldn't do it. She turned around to go and call some higher up, that they would come and tell this little girl she could not take this test. They would kick her out.
Unfortunately, the little girl reached the room before the doctor had reached the phone. "Hey doc! Let's hook me up, and get me rolling! I need about twice the normal amount of that sedative though, just a fair warning." Those words caught her so off guard she forgot why she was going for the phone for a brief moment, as the question sneaked right past her lips. "Why?"
She didn't allow enough time for the little girl to answer though, as she shook her head and immediately put her foot down. She demanded the little girl leave, and go find her parents. Her stance faltered a little when she revealed that she had no parents, but quickly reformed itself as she refused to believe anyone so young would even want to take the exam for a good reason. As far the doctor was concerned, the little girl just wanted to be a super hero.
The next moment would forever change the doctor's life. This little girl, who's height suggested she couldn't be much older than eleven or twelve, started changing. Her hands twisted into this vile looking black color and lengthened into three razor sharp blades, each hooked slightly in the middle as if to imply they were fingers. As if that wasn't enough, the little girl then shifted her entire outer layer to look like a hardened version of that disturbing looking black texture, ultimately making her look a lot like the Mercury Soldier core.
After that experience, the doctor could no longer deny this alien creature. There was no guarantee it would even work, but more than that she was now terrified for her life. On top of both of those reasons, there was no certainty this little girl was even a little girl. Who knew what age she really was, or for that matter if she even aged at all. Who even knew what this little girl was? Either way, the doctor swallowed her fear, and put on her professional face.
She could do this, no matter how much the mother inside her screamed at her not too.
It wasn't her job to tell people they couldn't join anyway. Anyone willing. That was the motto. Anyone willing. As the monster shaped like a little girl told the story about how she got the little, well crafted, string ring on the necklace, the item she was using for her core, the doctor could almost pretend it really was a little girl. That was not what she was trying to do though, she was trying to convince herself it was okay, what she was doing. She tried hard to think this was right as she turned up the amount of sedatives to double the amount, trusting her judgement.
As the thing fell into unconsciousness, the doctor had a clear enough mind to notice that this little girl shaped being seemed to know, very well, how to handle being on an operating table. A single tear slid down the doctor's cheek as she watched what could potentially turn into something terrifying, all while making a mental note to take the rest of the day off, and probably look into switching professions.
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Omega Model
B.A.I.T.R Standing: 15 Health: 100/100
Skill: 10 [15] Strength: 10 [15] Defense: 10 [15]
Tactical Advantage:One Man Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
