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 Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 3:22 pm
 Last Chance
Danger Level: 1
The Last Chance camp has gained its name due to the fact that it is located on the borderline between the Sahara Desert and the habitable section of Africa. It is here that travelers have their last chance to decide not to enter the desert. Many will come to the small camp and sleep on their decision overnight before deciding to turn back or to continue forward. The outskirts of the desert are generally safe, though, like any other Danger Level 1 section of the world, there are still the odd A.I. Cores wandering around the areas. The camp has no defenses, but it is an undesirable target for the A.I. Cores, as it has nothing inside to obtain, and very few people are ever sighted there. There is a well with fresh water, and a shaded tent, giving return travelers the ability to hydrate and sleep off their journeys, or the wayward adventurer a place to refill their canteens before continuing on their way.
The deserts often shift during the night, the winds blowing the sands around so much that the terrain is completely different after you have slept, and some people have even been buried beneath the shifting sands--drowned by the ever-churning stone. There are oases throughout the desert that supply the light vegetation around them with water, and they are a travelers salvation, though they are few and far between. There are many odd ruins within the sands of cities long dead, once prospering within the deserts while the threat of attack was non-existent. There are also tombs that delve down into the arid wasteland, and any number more of exciting things to explore. Though dangerous, the Sahara is a much loved proving ground for baiters worldwide.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:43 pm
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The mission was simple. A patrol mission in Last Chance, Africa. Patrol missions were simple and the lowest of missions normally given out, but Faelan wasn't one to be picky when assigned to a mission. It gave him the chance to explore the various areas under BAITR protection while still having the chance to kill a few things in the process. Still Faelan could feel the hostility towards AI ran deep within BAITR and even his current partner. In truth Faelan couldn't bring himself to actually hate AI, like most people in the world today. Hell, at best he pittied them. Still Faelan worked on a simple set of principles; If someone showed him gratitude it would be repaid ten fold but if they wished him dead he would slaughter them without remorse. “I think we'd be better off with you on point.” The logic was sound. Fae knew that without his handgun he was carrying strictly close range weaponry while Dal'Mori had his spear. Still Fae noticed that Dal didn't wait around for an answer either. As soon as the warrior had noticed the teleporters he simply rushed towards them. Faelan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, but he suspected that if Dal'Mori gave himself too much time to think he would more than likely not want to step into the machine that literally tore them apart and reconstructed them somewhere else. With a slight chuckle Faelan stepped through and followed the warrior without hesitation.
When he was finally through and able to once again think, Faelan noticed the Warrior was seemingly waiting for a response. Faelan only nodded his head and then looked around to get his barings. The heat of the sun was bearing down on them and the dry feel in the air made the climate almost insufferable. Faelan was already sweating quiet a bit. Currently they stood upon a rocky surface that seemed to almost split the terrain in half. Behind them was a sparse tree line that seemed habitable to normal people. While in front there was only the wasteland of rolling dunes. Faelan could already see the heat waves rising from the sand. This was the first time Faelan had seen such a place. He had after all spent most of his life in the mountain region of Japan, and this was the first time he had even heard of such an area. Faelan's eyes had lost their previous golden luster and returned to their natural blue as he continued to look around.
“Hey! We got word that the BAITR was sending two people on patrol.” A gruff voice sounded out catching Fae's attention. When he turned towards it he found a well built older man stand with a slight smile on his face. “Welcome to Last Chance.” The man was wearing a simple tank top tucked into a pair of cargo pants. He gave off the vibe of a war hardened soldier, but his manner was rather relaxed. His hair was a bit disheveled and his beard was unkempt, but his eyes held a sort of hardness to them that was not to be defied. “You'll be patrolling the sands. Be careful and don't travel too far from camp, it is easy to get lost out there. I suggest grabbing some canteens and readying yourself before you go out. The desert is unforgiving.” Faelan nodded his head in response before walking in the direction the man was pointing. “If you need anything, find one of the guards.” As they walked Fae took note of the layout of the camp. The various water troughs and shaded rest areas. The heat here probably killed as many people as the AI that roamed the area. As the man had suggested Faelan grabbed a few canteens of water and stored them with his ring. This way if they got into a fight they wouldn't lose all their water. Fae turned and made sure Dal was set before heading out onto the sand.
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OOC: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, and it is kinda horrible. Feel free to add in anything or stuff. I couldn't think of much. D:
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900 Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]Tactical Advantages One Person Army: Level 4 - 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 +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 4:17 pm
 Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Immediately the change was apparent. He wondered for a brief moment, if perhaps so much huge and constant change was bad for him. In the past few days he had experienced such extreme changes, such massive shifts that he was certain his mind should have overloaded by this point.
Chalking it up to the new magic in him, he mentally shook those thoughts off and took a deep inhale through his nose, before looking around. It was a far cry from the forest, that was to be sure. The ground seemed infertile was ever shifting, even as he stood on it, his own foot falls causing miniature waves of sand to crest and fall.
The air was crisp as well, and the heat was legendary as far as this once mountain based warrior is concerned. The man had on a shirt and pants, on top of which lay a set of armor, on top of which rested his trench coat.
Suffice it to say he was not in a good place by any means.
However, he was a warrior first and foremost, and such none of this discomfort made it into his visage. He would deal with this. His new body had literally saved him from what should have been a life ending blow, he figured it could easily handle a little discomfort.
He took a moment to survey the area, wondering what exactly they would be defending. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed. This was basically nothing. A handful of tents, surrounded by rocks with a little well? He couldn't even guess at its use, there was no way this place was livable.
He finally decided to just roll with it, this was a new lifestyle to him. Who was he to say what was and wasn't important? Nobody.
For now.
When the battle hardened man showed up with the water, Dal'Mori noticed two things of honest significance. The first being, Faelan had some fascinating magic, it was probably the most interesting he had seen yet. She had somehow made a collection of water bearing items vanish, but seemed completely confident they were on her person.
The second were her eyes.
It was immediately apparent to Dal'Mori that they had changed. Having grown up a warrior, and being taught by his mother and the village healer, Dal'Mori's first instinct to read a person is their eyes. No matter how hard they try, or how good they get, the eyes are the window to the soul, nothing can remove that.
So, upon noting her eyes had changed, his own narrowed. Did she have two souls? Was she two different people? How could that be? If that were true, who had he fought? What was the difference between the two? He found that this actually confounded him, and he was having a hard time wrapping his head around it.
He realized he had been staring just a few seconds after her eyes moved over to him, probably to check if he was ready, and he once more cursed himself for his inability to stop himself from losing himself to thought. He looked at the man and they had a short conversation, which ended with the man agreeing to take and hold Dal'Mori's coat, agreeing to keeping it safe.
There was a subtle threat in the air when Dal'Mori finished talking. He clearly cared a great deal for that coat.
That taken care of he nodded towards his once opponent and they set off on their mission, his only goal right now to get thoroughly acquainted with his new body. Even now it felt stronger. Less than a full day after the tournament, his body felt stronger. The healing and growth prowess alone had to be ridiculous to manage that!
So, he wanted to try it out. He wanted to put it into a real combat situation, against a real enemy, in a real environment.
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About an hour later Dal'Mori could honestly say he had come to enjoy this warmer climate, it would certainly never be his favorite, but it had its appeal. In this moment one could see who the warrior really was. There was a predator in him, that was for sure, and had already been well established. However, unlike the other times when it seemed like naught more than a rabid beast, this time it was like an apex predator comfortable in its skin.
That is not to say he was trying to be intimidating, but that was to say he was aware but seemingly unconcerned. It was all about the mind game. If you could break morale before the fight even starts, you've won.
At first he was itching for a fight, his body seemed to be going through the motions, but to a trained eye, he might as well have been jumping off the walls with how jittery he seemed. As time went on though, he visibly seemed to calm down and relax, as if stepping into himself, and from there he just seemed to exist. It was obvious how natural it was for him to be a hunter, for he simply blended into the environment as if he had always been a part of it, despite having never been there before.
The best part? His only company was as quiet as he was.
There wasn't an awkward silence between them, not by any means. They both simply preferred to keep quiet. Or, at least, that's was how it seemed. There was a comfortable silence between them, and neither had attempted to break it yet. He was pleased with this, however now that he was thinking about her, he remembered her eyes changing colors.
He moved to stand next to her, if he wasn't already, and turned to look at her. "Excuse me. I have a question." He started off politely, stating his exact intent with those few words. However, in this moment he paused, not to see if she would give permission, but to figure out how to ask the question. How exactly do you ask someone if they have two souls? So, he took a moment to figure out how to word it.
Though if she said she didn't want to answer any he wouldn't ask.
Finally, deciding that he never had a flair for words, it requires a finesse that was out of his reach, he went with the best option available to him. He just outright asked the question.
"Do you have two souls?"
His head was tilted to the side somewhat, and his eyes showed nothing but curiosity. This was something well outside his realm of understanding, and while it didn't quite unnerve him, it was something he wanted to know about. If he had to get to know two people at once in the same body, he would like to know in advance.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 140 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1120 Skill: 100 [--] Strength: 100 [110] Defence: 80 [--] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: I'm going to say with all the rocks and such circling it in that fashion, patrolling around this place is going to take roughly three hours. If you disagree, please let me know and I will fix it. ^-^ Line Count: 105
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 1:40 am
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The feel of the heat bearing down on his body was actually becoming somewhat pleasant after a while. Often times Faelan found himself closing his eyes to feel the warmth enter his body, and his previous erratic mind was slowing down. Surprisingly there wasn't a single drop of sweat on his body. Since Faelan had never before been in a desert climate it was actually a bit surprising, even to himself, but it appeared that his body was handling the change in temperature without much of an issue. Which was nice since Fae was currently wearing a black and gold Military uniform, and it was not made to help regulate the heat. Dismissing the random thoughts Faelan kept his eyes on the various sand dunes, but even though he was being vigilant he wasn't in the least bit nervous. Whatever the reason was Faelan felt like he would ultimately be able to handle anything that was thrown at him on this mission. Still that did not mean Faelan was going to let down his guard and get caught unaware.
About an hour into the mission Faelan was still moving forward in a somewhat relaxed manner with the palm of his left hand lightly resting atop of the Chokuto he had already come to name Spirit. It was a childish thing, naming your weapon but it was one of the things he had learned from one of his few friends – another one of the Dreadwolves – back before their deaths in Sanctuary. Giving your weapon a name was like giving it more power to aid you in combat. It was not just your weapon, but an extension of one's self and a invaluable partner. So each weapon Fae had come to like would be given a name signifying his willingness to keep it along side him. Still he couldn't help but feel lacking without his handgun or any other mid to long range weaponry on his person. Fae would have to see about fixing that when he returned back to BAITR. Just as Faelan was thinking through the different load outs he should be carrying the voice of the Spear wielder entered his mind.
“Excuse me. I have a question.” He and Fae had been enjoying a nice silent adventure so far. Neither warrior seemed to feel the need to fill the silence with awkward prying, or simple chatter that others tended to bring up when traveling together. Instead they had opted out to give each other their space. Still as Dal'Mori had spoken he had also seemed to drop into thought. It was apparent he was trying to find the right wording for his question and coming up short each time. Faelan opted to wait for him to find the right words rather than speak first. Then a sense of determination entered Dal'Mori's eyes as he had seemed to come upon a decision. “Do you have two Souls?” It was a good thing that they had already stopped when Dal started down this line of questioning, because if they hadn't Fae would have probably stopped a bit dumb founded at the question itself. “N-” Fae was about to shrug off the question as nonsense or confusion, but then he actually began to think about it. A light furrow appeared in his brow and a dull gleam flashed across his blue eyes. “It wouldn't be completely wrong to say I do.” He continued to think about all the different feelings that had been surfacing lately and the clear change he had felt las time he had given his mind over to the primal rage within. Something felt like it was breaking loose within his mind. “More than half of my current body is not my own. When I was a small I was chosen to become a sort of guardian, a Dreadwolf, for my home. In order to become this guardian, I was forced to undergo various experiments and trials that I am told broke my mind. I still only remember those days in bursts of short nightmares. However, I can clearly feel something buried down in the back of my mind. The only time I can touch it is when I am fighting and I completely give myself over to the darker parts of my mind. As I did in the last portion of our fight.” It could be said that the primal Fae and the normal Faelan were two completely different forces, but in truth one was only a tamed version of the other. However the force that Faelan was talking about felt like something else, it felt like someone else. Still it wasn't a completely foreign feeling either. Faelan had felt it once before. It had spoken to him as he slaughtered the countless people of Sanctuary and fought back against the invading AI. It as born of a sort of darkness. A twisted sort of consciousness.
Faelan shook his head and returned his mind to the present. “Technically though, No. I do not.” It was then that Faelan thought of something and his hand reached up to touch the side of his face, as touching his actual eyes would be a silly thing to do. His grandmother was what you could call an old fashioned type of warrior. More than once she had told him about how the eyes were the windows to the soul, and when in a fight one should always keep track of their opponents eyes, or else you might miss something that could bring you disaster. “The golden color of my eyes are not their natural color, it comes from this.” Faelan reached down and removed his Code Core from the thigh pouch. “It is a drug that was given to the Dreadwolves to boost strength and reaction time. Due to certain circumstances I am still required to take it for now as my body has become too unstable, even after my HALF. My eyes will change in color for as long as the drug is in my system. It seems that even though the boosting effects of the drug were lost when I went through my HALF, the physical changes are still apparent.” As Faelan spoke a needle shot out from the bottom of the hilt and extended a few inches out. After a few minutes the needles retreated and once Fae was certain Dal'Mori was done inspecting it he replaced it back into the thigh pouch at his side. The AI within the Code Core gave a snort in contempt. It was not happy that Fae was sharing so much with this man, but Faelan didn't seem to care in the slightest. After all they were currently part of a two man team and trust was an important factor in such instances. So in the name of teamwork Faelan was prepared to share as much as he needed to in order to keep things running smoothly.
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OOC: Wasn't sure were to go with this, so i kinda went with the flow.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900 Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]Tactical Advantages One Person Army: Level 4 - 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 +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 3:15 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
It struck him, suddenly, like a landslide.
Something had actually been bothering him since his fight with this woman. Actually, more like, about that woman. He couldn't quite figure it out. It wasn't the way she looked, Dal'Mori never truly cared for aesthetics. It wasn't the way she fought, they seemed to be on equal footing on those grounds, though with different end goals. It wasn't her weapon even, he had run the gauntlet on weapons, he was more than content with the ones on his person, they were the ones he felt most at ease using.
So, with the obvious answers out of the way, he kind of pushed it aside.
Well, being out here, with nothing but the bright sun, the shifting ground, the unbelievable warmth, he didn't have a lot to do but think. Two things had been dominating his thoughts, the first was his increasing irrational bursts of fury. He could honestly say the only time he had ever truly felt this angry was when he saw his best friend get hit in the face. It turned out to be an accident, but the rage he felt had been real.
To know that he wasn't even sure what set him off was the most troubling thought.
At first he thought it was his village. The incident in the training room, the fight with Acel, they were both set off because of his village. One because it was so opposite what he was used too from his home, the other being when it was spoken about by someone technically ignorant of his customs or culture.
Then he thought it might be something to do with his personal way of life. Why? Simple. The second Akio's father said what he said about being a Baiter caused him to lose his cool, and threaten his life.
However, in his fight with the very person he was being accompanied by, he had actually become outraged simply from being hit. Sure he had been a little frustrated going into the match, something he now recognized to perhaps be a tad juvenile, but to explode into fury because he was losing? Yes, his armor was important to him, but to let it actually affect his thoughts enough to push him into forgoing reason?
The truly spine chilling thing?
As he slipped from the ledge of reason, he can practically feel the lines of right and wrong blurring. He could see that if he went down this path he would do terrible, and dark things. Destroy anything in his way, lay waste to his enemies, manipulate those willing to help, kill those who weren't. All in the name of making the planet pure of this plague.
He was willing to pay that cost.
The other thing on his mind, was his opponent. He had been trying to once again figure out what was bothering him about her. Then, as he waited for her to answer his question, which she seemed to be taking quite seriously as she thought about her response, he was hit with a realization.
He respected her.
It wasn't quite like the respect he held for the elders, or like he held for Akio's Grandmother. Nor, was it like what he felt for his mother or father. No, the respect he felt for her, was that one held for a rival.
He was floored, metaphorically speaking.
He glanced at her for a brief moment before turning his gaze back towards the surrounding area. She was his better, that was beyond a doubt, but she was not so far out of reach he could never hope to match her. She was his measuring stick. She was the first person he had met who matched him toe for toe, and matched him.
She didn't crumble to the ground, like a new student. She didn't just wipe the floor with him, like certain members of his old village. She met him in the middle, and then beat him fair and square.
Surprisingly enough, this knowledge was accepted rather rapidly despite how surprising it was. In fact, if anything, it actually felt rather good. He had a rival now, the first one in his entire life.
Obviously things were not okay, and weren't going to be, but Dal'Mori was optimistic, and it was time to start looking on the bright side of things.
Shifting attention back to her, his head tilted somewhat at her response. It seemed to him like she had been asked that question before, and was about to tell him off, but stopped herself short. She took a moment to think about her reply, and then she started talking.
He completely turned every single iota of his attention to her as the words left her mouth. Though there were several differences between the two of them, he felt he might as well have asked this question of a mirror. He too was a guardian of his home, proudly so. He too had to face various trials and experiments (which he assumed was her native word for challenges) to be able to obtain the position. He too suffered from nightmares and felt a dark presence in the back of his mind, both of which fueled this darker side of him, which he had just been thinking about.
Did this mean he had two souls? Was he going to have a complete different person within himself? A part of him worried about it. The implications alone were terrifying. He had experienced not being able to do anything, but to not be able to do anything while your body is actually moving about? Once again though, he found, he wouldn't mind too terribly paying that cost.
A surprising amount of relief entered into his system when she said that she technically did not have two souls in side of her.
He watched as she explained something to him, and he tried to listen, to understand, he really, really did, he just wasn't able too. It was like trying to grab smoke with your bare hands. He decided to wait patiently to her explanation to end though, the only thing betraying the poker face was his eyes. Like normal, outside of combat, Dal'Mori's eyes were the means to reading what he thought, and right now they spoke of mass amounts of confusion.
Once she was finished he nodded his head, and stayed quiet for one moment. "I have no idea what most of that means." He started with a nod, attempted to show that he was quite alright with the lack of knowledge. He had a feeling, even if she went into an in depth explanation of this style of magic, he still would not understand it and thus didn't want her to waste the effort.
He took a moment to gather himself after those words, his face making it evident he had something else to say, but wasn't sure how to say it. How could he possibly explain to her that they were so alike? How could he tell a total stranger they were almost the same? He fished about for something to say, anything that would fit, and when he figured it out, a small upturn of his lips was the only indication.
"However, I understand."
It wasn't much. By no means was it a mind blowing response, by no means was it apocalyptic in origin, but it was well more than suited to do the job. It told Faelan everything she needed to know. He may not have been able to grasp a bit of that magic nonsense, but he understood what it meant for her as a person. She did what she needed to do, she went for her ends without care for the means.
He could relate to that.
He could respect that.
He nodded once more, before turning his attention back to the mission, content with the information he had been given. He figured if she had any questions she would ask them, but for now Dal'Mori knew everything he needed to know. She was willing to do what needed to be done. She was the perfect ally. Now he just had to make sure he recruited her to his style of thinking, and everything will go well.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 140 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1120 Skill: 100 [--] Strength: 100 [110] Defence: 80 [--] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: Author's Note: Big thanks to Zenko Kaze. heart Thanks Dove! This post wouldn't have happened without you. ^-^ Line Count: 247
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 6:02 pm
 The Men With The RequestHe looked left. He looked right. He looked up. He looked down. "Heh...those are my feet. Yes sir they are. They're old and leathery and allll mine. But that's not the damn issue now is it!? No! The issue is my house." He stroked his bearded chin, trying to think on it heavily as he paced around the Last Chance. He said he would be there at noon. He said he would be waiting for them, yes he did, and wait he had. He had been waiting outside his cave for almost three hours in the blistering heat. Of course, he had said he would have met them at the Last Chance...which was smarter than asking them to meet him at the cave...they, after all, did not know where his cave was. But pish posh, they should! Yes, yes! They most certainly should. "Hmm, it's a beautiful cave. Absolutely beautiful. No reason they shouldn't know about it. It's their fault that we missed them, not ours. Their fault indeed." He narrowed his eyes against the grains of sand that accompanied the wind, and he hobbled along with his staff, moving through the shifting sands with unsure feet. "Well, to be fair, we can't tell them one thing and then expect another, now can we--quite the odd line of reasoning, old Bart." He scrunched his face up in disapproval and stopped walking. "Now you're going to tell me that you think it's MY fault!?" The man screamed into the vast sands of the desert. "I said it was our fault, you crazy defensive old b*****d! Quiet up!" "Well, then. I guess that's satisfactory, move your a** and lets go get those folks, eh? There are footprints away from the Last Chance, and with a good breeze we won't be able to track them at all. They will pay for their tardiness."Bartholemew, the hermit, continued on his way, following the tracks through the desert and amusing himself along the way--or rather losing himself and turning finding the tracks back into a game to have fun with. He liked the company of himself quite a lot--he certainly did. As he found his way back to the tracks for the third time, he began to hear mutters on the wind, and he was certain that he had found his baiters. He was certain of it! But, alas, he realized that he was just talking to himself. Well, his other self was doing most of the talking, but the b*****d wouldn't shut up, and that complicated things when he was trying to hear the real voices...well...the other real voices. Bart was sure that Bartholemew was real. He was for sure...but which was which? He scrunched his face up once again as he found his way along the tracks. He saw two figures off in the distance and he grinned as he let a loud whoop off, the noise carrying on the wind as he ran towards the figures. "YOOHOO!!!! ARE YOU HERE FOR A JOB!?" He shouted as he ran towards them...but really, he was merely walking at a very slightly higher pace, hoping that they would come to meet him. He didn't like walking. Too much work. Too much talking from that damned Bartholemew. "You had better be here to work!! I want my home cleared of these pests, and I want it done NOW!" He shouted. When he finally caught up with them, he would brief them quickly about the situation. He was the man that had sent for the baiters. He had used a traveller's cell phone. He had been trying to contact them through blinking a broken piece of glass at the sun for three years, but he had been unsuccessful. When he had found the traveller with his cell phone he had reached Baiter relatively easily--or rather the traveller called for him, but it was all the same. He explained that he lived in a very beautiful home, and it was being ravaged by these bastards, and he needed them to come and shoo them out in a jiffy. It was imperative. He had already shared the sleeping quarters with the bastards for three years, after all. Or rather he had burried himself in the sand and hoped to god they didn't find him whenever they were around. It had worked so far. Yes it had. He, after a brief discussion, would lead them off into the desert, a long walk, back to his home--a cave. It was not furnished, save for a couple of chairs built out of sand in the entrance way, outside of the sun's light. There were old, battered rugs on the ground here and there, and a couple of very odd pieces of trash hung on the walls for decoration. He explained, when they got there, that the A.I. cores had been spotted within the basement of his home. The basement...of course...was a labyrinth of tunnels that continued into the back of the man's "home" and on through the underground of the desert. The A.I. seemed to be roaming the underground out of the heat and sun--perhaps there was some tech they were using for power there...they would only have to find out.
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Genetic Genocide rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 2:45 am
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Even after answering the question, the idea stayed in the back of Fae's mind replaying itself over and over. Though he was staisfied with the answer he gave it also brought more questions for him personally. What was he becoming? What were these new things, these feelings, emerging from him? The confusion came first, but then it was easily drowned out by anger of the unknown. It made him think of the never ending rage within him. It was had been a directionless force. There was no real target for his rage. It had forever sat there like an inextinguishable flame. Only when he was fighting did Falean finally feel elated. It was only then did this anger have a direction. Still then it was a force devoid of moral, good or bad it didn't care, it wanted nothing other than senseless destruction. In his last battle, however, something was different. There was no longer only the mindless sensation of letting go, but instead a sense of control and direction existed within.
Faelan listend to Dal'Mori's response. He had forgotten that many people had forgotten a lot about technology, and what he had gone through was something not many people today, outside of BAITR and a few other companies, would still understand. With a slight sigh, Faelan nodded. It wasn't a sigh of dissappointment in his companion, but one of himself. There was nothing else he could about it, because in the next moment a loud voice interupted any attempt at continuing their conversation. Looking off in the direction of the voice Fae spotted an older man walking within the sands. The man's skin had been perminantly darkend by the heat of the desert and his clothing was not better than torn rags. Still a long cloth like robe hung from his body and even protected the old man's face. Faelan looked him over coldly, but couldn't get a feeling of danger from the man. There was one of deep confusion – no doubt from the man's chaotic like mind – but other than that Faelan found the man was basically harmless. Faelan took the initiative to talk first as they approached the old man. “En. We are here to help.” They had been sent out on patrol by BAITR, but so far there wasn't an enemy insight. As for what Fae could see there hadn't been any AI in the area for a long while. No doubt they had their own trouble existing within the desert that seemed to be more like a sandy tomb than a habitable place.
After Faelan and Dal greeted the man he began to go on and on about the situation he was in, and how he had gotten a hold of BAITR. It was an odd story, and more importantly it felt like the man was telling two different sides of the story by himself. It was definetly an odd situation, to say the least. Then after the long monologue of how the man had contacted them came the why. It was an even more confusing story than the one before about the cellphone and the mirror. Still Fae listened intently and followed the man back to his 'Beatiful Home' which was nothing more than a dingy cave within one of the rock walls. However, Faelan was not surprised. It wasn't the first time he was out in the world. It was just the first time he was out in the desert. There had been many people like this old man in Japan. Faelan had learned it was just best to let the man talk and then agree to help. Even if you couldn't help in the long run. Otherwise they would no longer be able to live in peace. Still from what Fae could understand was that the man was having trouble with AI that had taken up residence within the undergound tunnels that where connected to this very cave. So when they arrived at the entrence to the tunnel Faelan nodded to the old man and thanked him for showing them the way. “We shall take it from here.” Faelan spoke clearly and made sure there was no room for arguments. This was after all their job, and did not involve the old man anymore. With that done Faelan gave a quick glance in Dal'Mori's direction before entering the tunnel first.
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OOC: The old man's lines do not count with ours, do they? I left the rest of the tunnel description and stuff blank so you would have a bit more to add in your post if you wanted to. Otherwise we can just kinda go with the flow after all the initiatives. **EDIT** YES. The old man's lines do count with yours. I forgot to do the line count after the post because I was rushed. But, I added them to your count here. =] ~~ Raven
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900 Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]Tactical Advantages One Person Army: Level 4 - 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 +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 12:19 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
If he had one thing to say about this man, it was that he was tenacious.
Looking about the man's 'house', he couldn't help but feel a small tug on his heart. This man was so removed from society that he felt this dingy, dirty cave was a home. Far be it for him to tell the man he was wrong, but this was equal parts ridiculous and amazing. Ridiculous for obvious reasons, how could a man live in these conditions?
On the other hand, it was amazing because, honestly, how could a man live in these conditions?
Limited to no water. Limited to no food. Nearly unbearable heat.
The man couldn't have picked worse conditions, unless he decided to climb the mountains and live up there.
However, he seemed to be doing just fine. That is, until some very obvious signs that things weren't right started showing up. The man's apparent lack of a mind for one thing. He seemed to be saying one thing which seemed almost sane, and then the next he was talking about something ridiculous.
He was happy to be removed from the company of the man as he followed Faelan into the cave system, for while he was impressed with the man's ability to survive in these harsh conditions, he could not bear to be in the presence of what his mind deemed a tragedy. This man was crazy, there was no doubt about it, Dal had seen it before in some of the younger warriors who couldn't handle the battle.
Being crazy was nothing to laugh at. He could now speak from some personal experience.
That was not the real problem though. No, the real problem was a sickening chill crawling up his spine like a savage, ravenous monster, locking up his muscles like a clamp. His eyes were wide as he stared into the depths of the earth, like a gaping maw ready to snap shut around him, swallowing him whole in a single crunch.
The fear rolling off of him was near palpable.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as much as he possibly could. He had a mission, and his own feelings came second to that fact, however things like this were not easy to deal with. It was hard to go forward when everything in your body screamed at you to turn around. It was hard to focus on a possible battle when his mind constantly supplied him with images of the roof falling in, or getting trapped in a tunnel, or being buried alive.
The one thing these all had in common? No room to move. Everything was too close. It was all very tight.
He hoped that Faelan didn't notice as he forced himself to trudge forward, his hands twitching now and then as his eyes darted from rock face to rock face, tunnel to tunnel, trying so hard to find the monsters, so he could put them down and they could leave this terrible, terrible place.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 140 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1120 Skill: 100 [--] Strength: 100 [110] Defence: 80 [--] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: Sorry... I had a hard time with this post.. crying Line Count: 363
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 8:15 pm
'Damn this damn empty place. Never anything here. Always traces. Nothing solid.' These were the thoughts that ran through this creature's thoughts as it stalked through the endless tunnels that were its nightmarish existence. It had wandered in one day, chasing some madman ranting about melons and squash, or some other stupid human thing. Somehow the squishy meat bag had managed to avoid it entirely, and once it finally realized that the tracks it had been following had been its own it was too late.
Ever since then, this creature had been wandering about these endlessly turning tunnels. Never finding an exit, or an honest place to rest, or even an area to honestly hunt in. No one ever seemed to come down into these caves, so there was never anything new either. Suffice it to say, it was not a happy monster.
In fact, if it were a wagering type, it would wager it had gone insane, just like anything else you might find down in these tunnels.
That's why, when the first tremors reached it, it didn't react, barely moving forward at any kind of pace at all. Sometimes pausing, sometimes moving, there was no consistency. It seemed content to meander, and mentally grumble about its plight.
Then the second tremors came through the ground. It's ears picking up the sound of movement ricocheting off the walls of the caverns.
The only indication of motion from that moment on was the light shifting of sand as it's thin appendages ripped across the ground, silent as a whispering wind all things considered. When it was close enough, it was certain. It had found voices! People!
It was incredible! For the first time in a very long time this creature was about to have a meal!
Its body moved with an amazing level of dexterity and grace, it's body twisting from one movement to the next using pure speed to pull off the motions, until it was hanging from a stalactite on the ceiling.
It was going to ambush them really good from here.
Quote: DaggerspineB.A.I.T.R Standing: 143 Health: 1220/1220 Skill: 158 Strength: 67 Defense: 61 Tactical Advantage: Flash Strike: Your body is meant to move with speed, and you have trained to the point that when given the chance, your speed will shine in battle. If your initiative roll to determine turn order in combat is higher than all of your enemies, you gain an additional attack per turn for that battle.
OOC: Little short, but it's going to get things moving. I'll have the other one up tomorrow. This one took way longer than I thought it would. >.<
Edit: Fixing the stats, realized I put them in the wrong place.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 9:24 am
It was going to be honest here. It had entered these caves, not as a means to look for more of those bipedal creatures, but as a means of just resting and enjoying a place where it could feel comfortable. It had had a few encounters with a little skinny core that showed up once in a while, zipping from place to place like there was a fire lit under it, but the Yotten just couldn't bring itself to care.
It was here to relax, be calm, and enjoy what life it could carve out for itself here in these caves. Almost literally. Using the crystals that made up the majoring of its body it had dug out a little hole for himself within which to curl up and sleep/come back too at the end of any wanderings it decided to go on.
It had been there for a very long time actually. It could admit to being one of the first of its kind, and even breed, to have surfaced on the planet. Unlike its brothers, it didn't feel an insatiable urge to purge the planet of the bipedal creatures. Instead, it just wanted to be calm, and enjoy the depths of the main component of its own body.
Today it felt like meandering about.
It felt warmer than normal in its caves today, and it wanted to enjoy it. It rose from its place buried beneath the sands, shaking its body of any excess, the tinkling sound of his crystals scraping against each other sounded like music to its ears, especially when it resounded off the cave walls, adding a very nice acoustic feel.
Moving at a very relaxed pace, it's heavy footfalls thudded onto the sand, it's clawed paws spreading just enough to allow the cooling sensation of the sand to file between its toes. It took a deep breath of the air the resided in the cave, filling its lungs with what it called happiness. The sound of scraping filled the caves as it scratched its side on the nearby wall, the crystals that made up its body causing bits of it to crumble into the floor, like someone crushing a stale piece of bread and letting it slide out of their hand.
Today was going to be a good day. It could already tell.
That is, until it turned a corner and saw the little skinny thing sitting on the ceiling. It wondered what the little thing was doing up there, until it looked down and saw two of the bipedal creatures. It felt a territorial hiss climb from its throat, as all the crystals on his body stood right up and electricity started spiking from one tip to the next. It was only trying to look threatening, trying to scare away those who have invaded his home. It didn't want to fight! It just wanted to enjoy its cave!
Quote: YottenB.A.I.T.R Standing: 89 Health: 720/720 Skill: 57 Strength: 57 Defense: 64 Tactical Advantage: Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
OOC: I thought it might be interesting to go with a personality in a core that didn't just go "Rip! Kill! Shred!" XD
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 11:20 pm
TURN ONE______________________________________________
When the crazy old man had brought them into the cave Fae had to admit he was underwhelmed. The man had described the cave as a 'Very Beautiful Home' and from what Fae could gather the man had meant it. The cave itself was sparse of anything humanly and only medium in size. Other than a sand chair in the back there wasn't much else in the cave, but that was only to be suspected since AI had even taken up residence within. Still as Fae and Dal moved deeper into the tunnel system, the entrance of which was located in the back of the mans 'beautiful home', Fae had come to have a new respect for the place. The tunnel system seemed to go on forever spider-webbing throughout the vast desert above. Faelan kept a calm outer appearance but his mind was on full alert. His eyes would continuously move from tunnel to tunnel. Many of them were too small or too narrow to travel down, but they could still harbor some of the smaller framed AI. Still with the different size tunnels restricting their choices it made traveling the tunnel system a little more easier. A surprising look flashed across Fae's eyes as he spotted a light up ahead. It was only a small light, but as Fae concentrated on it he could hear the feint sound of running water coming from the same area. It seemed the tunnel they were on lead out into a small cavern that held a bit of running water.
An agitated growl interrupted his thoughts. Faelan turned his gaze towards the sound only to find an AI that could only be described as a human sized Hedgehog with purple crystals instead of spines. Fae immediately sized up his opponent and could tell that it was weaker than himself, let alone his partner whom was currently a little stronger than even him. So Fae let out a low snort of contempt as the monster attempted to display a territorial dominance. Still there was something about the thing that Faelan just happened to like. So as his mind began working out a battle plan a cold smile appeared on his lips. He wanted to fight it. “Continue moving forward, there is still one more unaccounted for. I'll engage this one and lead it around into the cavern. These tunnels are no doubt interconnected. So if all goes well you can ambush it when I lead it out.” It was true they were still unaware of the other AI's location, but the old man had been very erratic in his explanation leading Fae not to trust his words entirely. At the moment he was operating on the idea that there was more than two AI waiting for him around the corner.
Fae dashed forward down the side tunnel to meet the Hedgehog head on. His left hand dropped to the sheath of Spirit and quickly pressed the release button allowing him to draw the blade. Once drawn the blade returned to its original weight causing the muscles in Fae's arms to tense. The weight of the blade was nothing to scoff at, and even outclassed most heavy blades. Even if the blade couldn't cut through something the impact alone would case some serious internal injuries. With the blade in hand Faelan swung upwards and to the left so the blade would cut upwards across the Hedgehog's body. Once the strike was across - whether it actually landed on his opponent or not – he would use the momentum of the strike to propel himself forward. His leg went up and pushed off the wall sending a few cracks along the wall in response. With that he leaned back launching himself over the enemy in a sort of vaulted flip. When he landed behind the enemy Fae didn't bother giving it time to respond before launching out in a horizontal slash with his heavy blade.
Fae had no intention of actually hitting the enemy in any of these previous attacks. They were sent out with force, but were still half hearted in the end. If this attack missed, or if it didn't, Fae would use the momentum to spin on his heel and dart down the tunnel. The idea was to enrage the AI enough to get it to follow him, and hopefully that was done. Fae continued to follow the tunnel down, keeping his speed somewhat matched with the AI behind him, as he searched for the tunnel that would lead him into the cavern that he had seen previously. It only took a few minutes to find the right tunnel and he turned down it quickly. As he neared the end of the tunnel Fae gave a long, and loud whistle in attempt to let Dal know he was incoming. Once he was through the tunnel and into the cavern Fae rolled, picking up one of the various sandstone rocks laying around in the sand, and upon recovering from the roll Fae turned throwing the rock with all his strength towards the AI's head. After the rock was thrown he would take a moment to check the rest of the surroundings in the cavern to see if Dal was already in position or if he had made contact with the other enemy while he was luring the purple Hedgehog in.
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OCC: Writes block got to me too. D;
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900 Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]Tactical Advantages One Person Army: Level 4 - 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 +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 3:03 pm
Turn 1
It had noticed it's A.I. brother shortly before it had started making a target out of itself, and the Daggerspine couldn't help but allow it's face to twist into what could scarcely be considered a smirk with its less than human face. This other, obviously weaker, core had basically handed it these incoming meat bags! It hissed and sparked, and tried it's hardest to make itself look intimidating, but in the end it was on the weaker half of things, and even the Daggerspine could see through the act.
The thing wasn't a fighter, it just wanted to be left alone.
Apparently, the meat bags didn't care. Nor were they your average run of the mill meat bags. Well, at least, the one it saw wasn't. The one he spotted rushed in after sparing a few words towards his apparent partner, and attacked at the Yotten with a complete disregard for their surroundings. Something the Daggerspine found himself very happy for.
He was glad he had overheard the conversation between some meat bags a while back, when he was one of the weaker Codes. Nobody ever looks up. This was made apparent when, after attacking the Yotten, the feminine meat bag took off, the now very agitated Yotten hot on their heels, neither of them seeming to notice his presence. Even to this day it turned out to be some of the best advice he had ever heard.
He found himself almost start to feel giddy when the second meat bag, a more masculine one, charged forward in the direction that was suggested to him by his partner, he too didn't spare a single glance upwards, intent on going where he needed to go to help his partner.
If it weren't for the fact that it would give it away immediately, the Daggerspine would have clapped its hands together in pure bliss. He was going to get to impale at least one of these idiots on the end of its claws, he was certain of that.
Once he was confident they were out of sight, the Daggerspine dropped from the roof of the cavern with not a sound, it's whole body ready to be as stealthy as he needed it to be. Satisfied nothing had heard it, he shot off like a bullet in the direction of the one who's back was currently to him. This one would be the easiest to take out first, for if he followed the Yotten, the chances of that other Baiter b*****d turning around and seeing him were too high for a successful ambush.
Within no time at all the Daggerspine could see the back end of the male with the long black hair, and once more a monstrous smirk placed itself on his face. This Baiter seemed even less aware than his partner! At least his partner seemed to be able to put things together! This one seemed to be shaking in...
Wait... Was that... Fear?
Its eyes lit up with a sadistic pleasure, and it decided to use this to its advantage. Once they were in an area that was pretty much right next to where the Yotten had been lead, the Daggerspine placed its claws on a nearby rock and sped off, taking it's claws off after just a moment.
The reaction had been delicious. The warrior looking male turned around in a flash, eyes wide, looking for an absent threat, as he drew a sword from his sheath. Like that flimsy piece of metal was going to protect him. The man's eyes were darting left and right, but somehow they completely missed the form of the being that scared him in the first place.
It was almost too easy.
The Daggerspine waited until the right moment, when he looked away, to shoot off again, this time making the scraping sound of its long claws last a little longer, it's skeletal frame allowing it to move more than fast enough to remain out of sight of the man who turned around fast enough to give himself whiplash.
Deciding it was time to end this, before that Yotten got itself killed and this one got some back up, it waited once more for the perfect moment, and once the man turned his head the skeletal creature set off once more, scraping its claws along the wall once more before it shot up to the stalactites once more.
He relished in the palpable fear flooding the room for but a moment, allowing it to fill him from top to bottom, before simply letting go of the spike of rock it clung too, dropping from where he was down at the man in armor, clearly completely confident it was going to land these blows.
The attacks came like automatic fire, one right after another without pause or deviation. As soon as it was within reach its left claw flew down, intent on cleaving off his face, the second following shortly after with the full intent of removing his head. As soon as it hit the ground, it snapped right back up to its full height, bringing both of its claws up fully intending to remove this man's organs.
There was no doubt in this Daggerspine's mind. It was going to land these blows, and that was all there was to it.
Quote: DaggerspineB.A.I.T.R Standing: 143 Health: 1220/1220 Skill: 158 Strength: 67 Defense: 61 Tactical Advantage: Flash Strike: Your body is meant to move with speed, and you have trained to the point that when given the chance, your speed will shine in battle. If your initiative roll to determine turn order in combat is higher than all of your enemies, you gain an additional attack per turn for that battle.
OOC: Edit: Edited like the previous one.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 3 100-sided dice:
18, 10, 6
Total: 34 (3-300)
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 3:14 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 1
100 - (67-100=) 1 = 99% Defense chance
Upon seeing one of these creatures, one of those vile vermin upon which the blood of his whole village now rested, he couldn't stop the caustic invasion of rage that pumped itself into his system, and he had to physically restrain himself from charging forward blindly into enemy territory. Everything in him was screaming at him to go and impale that creature on his weapon, and walk around with it like a trophy. However, logic dictated that he not do that, as it would be ridiculous and perhaps a bit suicidal, as who knew what kind of things they could have lying in wait in there?
It didn't stop the rage from pulsing through his veins like a poison, intent on burying itself as deep within him as possible.
Apparently, while Dal'Mori had been basically ignoring the rambling old man in favor of watching their surroundings, Faelan had picked up some useful information, because apparently he knew exactly how many enemies they were supposed to be dealing with. He felt a small sting to his pride at that, and made a mental note to be better at taking details from people.
It wasn't something he usually had to worry about honestly.
Before he could really say anything to the plan that Faelan had set into motion, such as telling him he was stupid for thinking it, the man was off, separating them without a second thought, charging headlong at the creature that had popped into view doing some form of territorial display that the seasoned warrior could honestly say he had not seen in one of these beasties before in his life. He growled lowly at this turn of events.
While he thought a part of him figured they were very similar, enough so that they could be considered two halves of the same coin, they had severely different approaches to combat. This was an issue, one he hoped he could remedy in the future, because having a feral animal was only as good as the leash you had it on. Too thin and it could easily turn on you, too thick and it would lose all that which made it feral.
He watched them rush away from him and shook his head before taking off down the tunnel where he was requested to go, because thinking of Faelan ordering him around made him feel a little queasy. No one he just met ordered him around, it was just that simple.
There was a gaping hole in Faelan's plan, one that he was certain the man couldn't have figured out even if he wanted too.
Dal'Mori was afraid. Terrified even.
As he stepped deeper and deeper into the depths of the earth he could feel it growing within the depths of his stomach, irrational and unstoppable. The slightest thing was making him twitch, such as the sound of his own footsteps echoing back at him, the shifting of sand. Hell, there were a few times he was certain something was behind him, only when he looked he saw nothing.
As soon as he was in the area that Faelan had suggested he go down, the one right next to where the woman's whistle had come from, he felt himself come up short, and he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. It finally caught up with him how deep underground he was. It was cold, there was no sun, no wind, nothing that spoke of the surface no doubt above his head.
He basically shut down, his body shaking in total terror as he tried to come to grips with the fact that he was practically stuck in the middle of his greatest fear, his ally fighting something not too far from where he stood, and he could do nothing about it.
It was both demoralizing, and humiliating.
How could he call himself a warrior? How could he call himself a defender? How could he even call himself a man when something as simple as some walls and a roof did this to him?
That was when the first screech of metal on stone echoed into the room, and he started like a rabbit, his body turning around so fast it was basically a blur, his eyes wide as he tried to take in as much detail as possible, trying to find a source of the sound. What was there? What was making that noise?
Then it happened again, from a different area, and once more he flipped around, his body bringing the sword he hadn't even been aware he drew up, readying it to defend himself. Once more he found nothing there, and fear started to flow from him in larger quantities. This was crazy! He heard it! There was something there!
Suddenly another one ripped through the area, as well as his mind.
There was nothing here! Nothing at all! What was going on!? Was this what losing your mind felt like?! Was he going insane?! What was happening!? What was--
Then he heard it.
It was a light whistle, nothing more than what one might hear when a weapon whistled by their ear, but it was there. With the intense amount of adrenaline spiking through his body right now, his whole body was hyper alert, hyper aware.
So, it was no surprise that his head snapped up to see the creature that was more skeleton that being leaping down at him. It surprised both of them when Dal'Mori's hand came up, before any of the attacks could honestly land, and pushed the creature away with a violent shove. The only left over effect from the initial attack was a small scrape on Dal'Mori's face from the first attempt at clawing him being thwarted in that fashion.
The rage from before came back in full force, his body going from pouring fear like an over flowing sink, to radiating fury with the force of a sun. His eyes landed on the creature before him, and he didn't even bother with words or anything of the sort, his body flashing forwards faster than he had ever moved before, swinging his sword down in an arc, aiming to slice across the monster's chest in as brutal a blow as was physically possible.
The roar of rage the exploded from his lips could probably shake the very foundations of these caves.
Quote: Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 140 Health: 1820/1820 Control Limit: 1120 Skill: 100 [--] Strength: 100 [110] Defence: 80 [--] Quote: Tactical Advantages Power House - Level 5 - Every time you deal damage to a foe, they lose 10 Defense for the duration of the fight. Ooc: Line Count: 723
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Brotherhood Of Explosives rolled 3 100-sided dice:
62, 27, 95
Total: 184 (3-300)
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 4:43 pm
cool Turn 1100 - (95-64=) 31 = 69 + 2 (TA) = 71% Defense chance
95 * 5 = 475
-64 * 3 = 192
Damage: 283
It watched the lady with the sword charge at it in slow motion with a sickening feeling rising in its insides, every single step seemed to scream of its imminent demise. The Yotten knew, it knew, the second it's display didn't work that this would be its last day on this planet. How did it know? Well, as soon as it's display was put out for those there, it's one shot at getting them to go away, the scarier looking of the two adopted an even scarier look before charging right at it.
The bipedal creature drew a sword and swung, just like that. No pause, no hesitation. It only wanted to end the Yotten. There was no room for diplomacy, no room for the feminine bipedal to even pretend they were afraid of its territorial showing. Luck found itself on his side for that first strike, the hard crystals that made up its head turning aside the blade harmlessly.
It turned out that that was exactly what the bipedal wanted, leaping over its form with a sort of predator-like grace, and the only thing the Yotten could think of was that it wanted to attack him from behind.
It would not go quietly into death!
There was a blast of electricity from the creature's crystal spines, which acted as a sort of magnetic defense against the metal weapon, stopping it pretty much dead in its tracks. Though, that didn't appear to hinder its enemy in the slightest, as she took off down a tunnel away from the Yotten.
Now, one would think, given that the Yotten didn't want to fight, still didn't want to fight in fact, that it would have taken the chance to get away from this Baiter that had come into this place to kill it.
The problem? The feminine bipedal ran right into its home! It's actual home! The cavern within which it preferred to spend most of its time, when it wasn't just meandering about throughout the massive expanse of tunnels down here.
It spared but a moment of thought to the unfairness of this situation. Here it was, deep underground, far removed from the areas they spend a lot of time in, and yet they still came here to kill it. It hadn't done anything! In the entire time it had been on this planet it hadn't killed even one of the bipedal creatures that had occupied this planet before them. Sure, it felt a little upset at what they did to its race's ship, but it couldn't blame them. If they had faced a similar situation, they would have inspected it as well. Perhaps even try to make bodies for themselves out of it.
So, with a sort of resignation to the fact that today was going to be its last day on this planet it had grown to love, it trudged on towards its home for the last time. It took the time to scrape the walls with its crystals one more time, enjoying the sensations of the little pieces of rubble It dipped its feet and claws a little deeper than normal into the sand, enjoyed the feeling of it cascading over the little bits of scales that actually showed up on its body.
When he reached his home cavern, he was so distracted he didn't even see it coming, and as such couldn't dodge or move out of the way. In fact, an observer would notice it seemed very forlorn up until the rock smashed right into the side of its head, sending it toppling to the ground with the equivalent of a grunt of pain.
It slowly got to its feet, it's eyes seeking out it's opponent, and as it stood at its full height, it decided in that moment, for the rest of its life, as short as it might be, it would make this man think of it as the monster it was viewed as.
With a mighty roar, bellowing forth from its gaping maw, it's arms extended backwards to add emphasis to the roar, it let the combatant know it would not be getting an easy kill, before it took off at a lumbering pace, like a small tyrannosaurus. Once it was within range it launched its arm in a wide sweeping swipe at the bipedal that was its enemy.
The only thing out of place? There was no real heat in the Yotten's eyes. It wanted to fight about as much as it wanted to die. Which was not at all.
Quote: YottenB.A.I.T.R Standing: 89 Health: 437/720 Skill: 57 Strength: 57 Defense: 64 Tactical Advantage: Battleground Proficiency: You ensure that you observe the battlefield and commit every building, trash can, rock, or tree to memory. You can utilize the battlefield with ruthless proficiency. You gain +2% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -2% to their defensive chances against you.
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Brotherhood Of Explosives Vice Captain
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Genetic Genocide rolled 1 100-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 1:18 am
TURN TWO______________________________________________
97 % Chance
57 - 95 = -38 ( 100 - 1 = 99) 99 - 2(TA) = 97 %
Anger, Hatred, Fear, Loneliness; These feelings that could be said to create the human soul along with Happiness, sadness, and the vast amount of other complex emotions meant nothing in this very moment. That is to say they meant nothing to Faelan. The moment he had entered into the mental contract to begin the fight these emotions were locked tightly away behind the vault that had been created in his mind. That wasn't to say he wasn't capable of feeling them, it was just that something – a force capable of unleashing an overbearing pressure – was pushing them down so deep they could not interfere. It was this mental pressure that allowed him to analyze the situation in the cavern with a unwavering hint of foresight. The stone he had thrown hit its mark and seemed to have illicit the exact emotion he was looking for from the creature, but something was off. Still without the intuition or feelings that the other part of him, the dark part, was capable of using he couldn't completely tell what it was that was wrong. Still Fae was attracted to the eyes of his current opponent, was that a hint of reluctance? He was truly unable to tell, but in the end it did not matter. After all Fae's world was currently controlled by a set principles that could be seen as black and white. He was currently on a mission, and the missions parameters were absolute. Once the battle had commenced there was only one real solution to this problem; that was the utter destruction of the enemy. Hence even when Faelan noticed the unwillingness to fight in his opponent he did not immediately attempt to halt the fight and communicate. That was not the mission. It was a sad fate for this creature, but Faelan simply did not possess the ability to care. Poor, poor creature. Fate had truly lead it in the wrong direction.
Even with the pressure holding back his feelings once the creature let out its loud roar, filled with its will and anger, Fae could not help himself but to respond to it. His head immediately tilted as his shoulders relaxed, and a slight flush touch his otherwise pale cheeks. It was truly a great sound. Fae had reached a state of utter relaxation under his opponents ferocious roar that even his eyes began to close. Once they were closed a room came into existence within his mind. It was pure white. Not a single thing to see in any direction one looked, but instead of being lost in the void of pure white Fae's eyes were drawn to a pale burning purple flame in front of him. The flame was about the size of a small watermelon and was unnatural in all aspects of the word. The inner part of the flame was black and as it extended out the purple color became more and more visible, but still it appeared as if it was intangible allowing Faelan to see past it and into the white abyss making it look pale in comparison to any normal flame. As he was standing so close to the flame Fae suspected to feel the searing heat such a flame that size would give off, but instead he only felt a sort of pleasant warmth covering him. The sight of such a thing was new to him and so he immediately became guarded, but as he looked closer at the flame he couldn't help but let a sense of shock over come him. The flame was obviously not an ordinary flame as it was comprised entirely of code! Such a thing he had never seen in his entire life, and as he looked on at the code-flame he did not get a sense of awkwardness. Instead a sense of familiarity existed within it giving him the feeling that he could simply reach out and grasp it without fear. Though as his hand suddenly started to reach out towards the flame it immediately stopped frozen in mid air. A change had appeared within the flame as he reached out. A red and gold orb now floated within the intangible blackness of the flame, a separate force resting within it. This force Falean could easily identify as the AI he had tamed in his HALF, the Omega Model.
Before Faelan could think about the flame anymore he was immediately thrust back into reality. To Fae the time he had spent in the white world seemed almost endless. In truth it had only been a mere moments in the real world. His opponent, the purple Hedgehog had finished its statement and already launched out into an attack. Faelan was still in a state of utter relaxation and did not have enough time to respond to the attack with a proper block. So Fae decided to avoid the entire attack entirely. He stepped back with only half a step allowing the crystal like claw to sweep past him with mere inches to spare. The moment the claw passed him Fae's feet worked and he brought his body around in a spin. As he spun clockwise he tensed the muscles in his arm and brought Spirit's heavy blade up and into a horizontal strike aimed at the crystal covered back of his enemy. Under the weight of the blade even if his blade was not able to cut through the enemy it would no doubt be sent flying forward.
In Fae's current apathetic mode his attacks would always appear to be lacking, but that did not mean that they were actually any less powerful. It was just that without the insatiable anger and wrath he possessed behind each attack they did not bring out the full potential of his fighting style. Giving each attack the appearance of being sloppy and weak. To a seasoned warrior, like Dal, this could be seen as an insult. Still Faelan did not feel his current opponent was worthy of his wrath. Even the force within him did not stir for this opponent. So for the moment it would stay sealed behind the mask. If the attack hit or missed, Faelan truly could not care. The next attack was already planned. Faelan pulled the blade back so the blade was level with his chest. His other hand was outstretched, aimed towards his opponent. Then in an instant Faelan pushed forward in a flash sending the tip of the blade towards the opponent in a forward stab. There was no hesitation between this attack and his previous counter, the motion would be fluid and devoid of any wasted movement. When that attack was finished Fae backed off as a sound entered the cave that gave him a moment of pause. It was a roar of utter fury, and it did not come from an AI. In fact, Fae could tell that it had actually came from his partner. It was the same sort of anger he had displayed during their fight. This caused Fae's brows to knit in a bit of worry. Still the emotion was pushed down. They were Baiters and Dal himself carried himself as a warrior. How could his partner not handle himself against a simple AI. The plan Fae had come up with was entirely spur of the moment, but it was still sound. At least in theory. The old man had rambled on and on, but Fae was certain by those rambling that they were facing a force at least two strong. Meaning that their best course of action would be attempt to separate the weaker of the warriors and then ambush him before moving to fighting the other one. Still that did not mean their enemy would follow this course of action. The only way to be certain was to split apart and test this theory. Faelan, as point man, had did his job and taken the risk. Still Fae was certain that with his speed he could make a break for it and return to his partner if ambushed. After all it was their job to exterminate the enemy and the best way to do that was to force their enemies hand and make them reveal themselves.
Taking in account his partners angered roar Faelan decided it as time to regroup. With that thought in mind Fae brought his blade down and across his body taking on a two handed low stance before bolting forward this time. As Faelan sprinted forward he would lash out upwards at an angle, letting one hand fall from the hilt of the sword mid swing, with the blade when he was in close enough to strike. If his opponent as hit it would no doubt be sent flying off to the side or severely cut by the blade, but if the opponent dodged the upward slice that was okay too. After all the attack was only meant to clear a path to the tunnel the powerful roar had came from.
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OOC; BACK TO DAL NEXT TURN, with some switching of enemies and funny banter to liven things up . . . maybe. Poor Dal, all claustrophobic and what not.
Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 112 Health: 1100/1100 Control Limit: 900 Skill: 75 [96] Strength: 75 [95] Defense: 75 [95]Tactical Advantages One Person Army: Level 4 - 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 +20 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -40 to all stats instead.
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