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 Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 4:12 am
Fae's format will go here.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 10:28 pm
STAND BY______________________________________________________________________
As the blade sank into the AI for the last time he immediately rushed froward knocking the AI on it's back as its life faded. Faelan watched curiously as the life faded from the AI. It was the first time he had the pleasure of killing one of these mutated machines. Sure he had injured more than a few, but he had never gotten to kill one. The joy was easily noticeable within his eyes. However the joy eventually contorted into anger. Which gave way into the massive amount of killing intent that had buried its way into his body. So just before the AI started to fade he made one last move and buried his teeth into the circuitry of the AI's neck before shaking his head in a motion that would have led any normal person with a broken neck. However the AI just faded to code as Faelan's fist flew into the dirt where the AI's body had been. Then the whole world was once again turned upside down as he shot awake. His right hand shot out and latched onto the closest doctors throat. The need for the doctors death fully formed within his mind already. Normally the doctors neck would have already been shattered and Fae would move onto the next person in the room. However a strong grip firmly held Faelan's arm by the wrist keeping him from delivering the final blow. “Thanks” The words were still devoid of any actual gratitude and the simple fact was that Faelan did not seem to care if the doctor lived or died. His consciousness was only starting to return.
Apparently Fae had already lashed out several times before injuring several doctors that had come to restrain him. So two Baiters were asked to come and restrain him. A sold hour passed by in which the doctors asked questions and Faelan didn't speak a single word more than would answer their questions. They soon realized that Faelan wasn't going to play ball. “I won, it lost, and now it is a part of me.” A hidden presence voiced it's approval as if it accept Faelan's simple way of thinking. It was then that another doctor entered into the room followed by a series of nurses who held a series of both excited and devilish smiles as each carried a few bags. The Doctor however simply managed an apologetic smile. A sudden look of realization sprang up within his mind as Faelan recognized just who the doctor and various nurses were. A sudden smile crossed Faelan's lips as mental seals locked in place. “Glad you survived.” The doctor laughed lightly before patting Faelan on the back affectionately. “When I let them know I was coming to see you, I just couldn't stop them from following me with various intentions of their own it seems.” The doctor sighed as he looked at the expectant nurses. “I asked if I could come and deliver the news to you personally. It would seem someone has taken a keen interest to you, and you have been selected to participate in a tournament of sorts.” Faelan chuckled lightly at the thought of entering a tournament so soon, and then suddenly a serious expression crossed his lips. “One fight to another, but more importantly doctor how is my body doing, it stablizing?” A slight chuckle escaped the doctor as Faelan jumped straight into serious conversation. “It appears to have stabilized for now, and we have finished analyzing the chemicals in the drug they gave you. We have refined it and synthesized a new formula that will help slow the changes to your body and alleviate any discomfort you might feel. I had some already placed in your injector for you, when you need more just ask.” Faelan sighed in relief. Thinking about dying a slow death while his body wasted away had made him rather worried. However now he was Baiter and luck had seemed to have won out in the end.
“Now I have three gifts for you, as a way of congratulating you on becoming a Baiter. The first is this.” The doctor held out his hand to the side as one of the nurses step forwards that was cradling a long sheath that held no hilt. “This sheath has been created specifically for you and can connect to your code core. When connected with your core it will create a blade on demand for you. They are not the strongest, but it can create as many as you need. I call it the forge.” Faelan looked on with a smile as he hummed to himself thinking of all the possible ways to use this new device. “The second present is this.” The doctor once again spoke and once again another nurse stepped forward. This time Faelan recognized the item in her hands. “My fathers sword!” they had restored the blade back to its original length. The blade wasn't as strong as it was before, but the blade was now fully intact. “Yes. The third gift will be delivered to you after the tournament as it is still being made.” The doctor said with a slight smile as he saw Faelan was about to speak. “No need to thank me, BAITR paid for all of it to be made I only made the suggestions. Now the nurses also had things they wanted to give you as well.” With that said the doctor turned and left urging the others in the room to leave Faelan and the nurses alone. He would be here for a while before they would let him out of their clutches. However Fae didn't seem to mind all the doting.
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Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 42 Health: 400/400 Control Limit: 340 Skill: 30 [46] Strength: 30 [40] Defense: 25 [35]Tactical Advantages One Person 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 +10 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 11:26 pm
  STAND BY__________________________________________________________
Each of the five nurses had taken their sweet time fussing over Fae's appearance making sure he looked ever bit as feminine as they could make him, and Faelan happily let them, but he was now officially more than late. However Fae no longer looked like the wild beast he once had. Instead he was the very epitome of a fashionable young woman. His long white hair had been cut down so that it was now was only shoulder length. On either side was a lavish braid that fell upon his shoulders and held bright blue color yin and yang hair pins. Other than the styling and cutting the Nurses had also pushed it back in place with a simple maid like headband that helped keep his hair from falling into his eyes as well as framing his more feminine facial features rather nicely. They had gotten rid of the pink skirt and loose black top that was lent to him earlier and instead replaced them with a formal black skirt and black lined silk dress shirt that matched. The shirt held tight to his curves, but was also longer at the bottom concealing the heavy leather belt that held the formal skirt in place around his rounded hips. Each one of his newly found swords was now connected to the utility belt and hung from his right side. The Forge sheath was flipped blade facing down allowing for a quick draw while his fathers blade was flipped so the blade faced up as traditional blades should be worn. The forge sheath hung from his hip still without a hilt as Fae preferred to keep them separate for now as he was still mostly cautious to the AI that was held within his core. So the code core sat within a leather bound holster concealed beneath the black formal skirt. Straps ran down his legs from the hidden garter belt that clipped onto the stockings that covered up his pale legs. They ran the way down into the high heeled ankle boots that covered his feet. The heels were a good six inches in length, but Faelan managed to walk in them as if it was natural to him. The only thing that seemed out of place was the fact that Fae's black wolf mask was nowhere to be seen. It was most definitely on his person however. Seeing as it would be too dangerous to enter into battle without it; both for his opponent and those who might be around watching. Faelan said his goodbyes to each of the doting nurses leaving each with a kiss and a promise to return when he could before setting off towards the teleporter.
The sudden shock as every atom in his body was torn apart and reassembled in another place made the pit of his stomach flip and flop urging him to purge its contents upon floor. However as he felt the solid ground beneath his feet Fae involuntarily sighed in relief. Fae had reached the conclusion that teleporation was not something he enjoyed. As Fae urged his body to regain its senses he straighten out his clothing and made everything was in its rightful place. It was after he was finished fishing his appearance that Fae finally notice the presence of a rather strange looking old man who now stood only a few feet away from his current position inside the teleporter. Fae's first reaction was to draw his sword and defend himself against the man, but the old man made no aggressive movements but instead stood their with his hands clasped behind his back. The old man wore a finely tailored three piece suit and stood with impeccable posture. His entire being seemed almost kingly in nature as his wide frame made his appearance almost imposing, but added that with his hair that had grown white with age he was obviously not someone anyone could mess with. The old man stood their making no attempt to hide the fact that he was evaluating Fae just as Fae was evaluating him. Finally Faelan gave into his natural curiosity and moved forward out of the teleporter and now stood directly in front of the old man. “Greetings.” The old man's words were crisp and carried the mass amount of indifference that the old man wore like a cloak. Faelan did not respond, but simply chuckled lightly and curtsied like a proper lady. The old man managed a slight cough before he reached up and retrieved a rather old looking letter from within his suit jacket pocket. On the outer cover there was only one word written in fancy lettering, 'McBride' and as the old man handed it over he spoke once more. “Open it after the tournament.” Faelan accepted the letter and curtsied once more before walking past the old man and headed directly towards the elevator that would bring him into the waiting room with all the other contestants. The old man following closely behind his hands once again clasped behind his back his face full of thought.
As the elevator descended Faelan found himself humming a rather pleasant tune, but could no longer recall from where he had heard the tune before. The old man behind him however seemed a little surprised as the tune also struck a familiar cord within him as well, but the old man said nothing and instead let a thin smile part his lips. The previous unvoiced doubts the old man held within his heart vanished and in their place a fierce determination settled in. It was then the doors opened and the various gathered crowd was now visible. Faelan walked forward and scanned the crowed quickly with a look of calm indifference. Until his eyes rested upon the man whose picture he was shown before leaving the Shanghai. The older women near him did not escape Faelan's gaze either. However it was not time for pleasantries, those could come afterwards. So Faelan moved decisively. However it was not in the direction of Akio, but in the direction of his mother and grandmother. “Okāsan, o bāchan.” Faelan greeted them familiarly as if he had known them for years as he curtsied in front of the older women formally. “I will be needing your sons attention for some time, I apologize in advance.” Fae's words were soft and caring. If anyone in the room where to have witnessed his fight with the AI earlier they would be completely taken aback by the sudden one eighty degree turn in character. Even the AI within seemed a bit shocked by the sudden words. Faelan turned and then headed towards Akio. “I apologize for being so late. Shall we get this underway?” Faelan had asked, but he didn't bother to wait for an answer. Sending a rather playful wink in Akio's direction he turned on his heel and made a straight line towards the elevator that would take him to the chosen battleground.
Faelan wasn't sure what fighting style or special skills Akio possessed, but had already decided to be careful from the start. Reaching behind him and underneath his dress shirt Fae removed the black half mask from its pouch and then secured it tightly over his mouth and nose. After that he reached down removed the hilt injector from it's pouch and checked on the various throwing knives also hidden upon his thigh. Once he was satisfied he sent his consciousness into the hilt and then connected the hilt to the forge sheath. A sudden clicking sound rang out as the sheath heated up and turned from a pale white to a deep crimson. Using his right thumb he found the release switch upon the sheath and another clicking sound was heard as the sheath disconnected from the metal ring upon the leather belt. The weight of the sword was now only supported by his right hand that now held the sheath tightly as he waited for the doors of the elevator to open once more signaling the start of the battle.
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Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 42 Health: 400/400 Control Limit: 340 Skill: 30 [36] Strength: 30 [35] Defense: 25 [30]Tactical Advantages One Person 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.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 1:13 am
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The tension in the room was easy to see. In fact, it could probably be felt from the entrance of the cave system. Anything else that might have been residing in this particular cave system would have probably already left. It was truly a clash of monstrous wills. Xiao Feng stood there un-moving, and unchanging as he awaited the other warriors response. It wasn't that he didn't understand Dal'Mori's current position, but that he simply did not have the time to deal with much of anything at the moment. As it was Faelan's body was a simple patch work of working parts that had barely been stable to begin with. Feng could feel the enhanced body rejecting the power of his Demonic code. It would be one thing if he could simply possess the child, but whenever he tried his code was always severely injured by Faelan's willpower. The brat was a monster in his own right. Feng could only sigh and curse his bad luck. Still he knew that to become a true Baiter Fae would eventually have to assimilate the demonic code in his body and that would be his time to strike, when Fae's will power would be focused elsewhere. Until then he would allow the child to use his power.
When Dal'Mori finally asked his question, 'Can I trust you?' Xiao Feng only laughed. As it was Fae's voice had taken on an old archaic and raspy tone under Feng's influence, making the laughter seem more demeaning than was probably meant, but Feng did not care. “Little Warrior, can one truly trust anyone in the world we live in?” Feng had long since directed his apathetic golden stare towards Dal'Mori, but now his brow was slightly raised as he waited for the warrior's response. He was truly curious. Xiao Feng had once been a Baiter as well, but he had long since decided to toss away his humanity in the pursuit of power and the strength of his sword. So when the time came to become an actual Demon and let his consciousness mix with that of an AI he did not hesitate, but no matter what Dal's response would end up being Feng's next words were already picked. “In this life no one person is trusted without reason. With that the reverse is also true, and no one person is distrusted without reason. Have I given you a reason not to trust me?” It was true that his influence usually caused Faelan to become a wild monster hell bent on destruction, but other than when they were forced to fight Feng could not recall anything from Fae's memories that would have given Dal a reason to distrust him. At least not yet. “However if it is my intention you are after, I will tell you now, that the only thing I thirst for is power, and to have a resolute and free sword. I will not be hindered, not even if that means fighting those in my way.”
Feng's words were not false bravado by any means. The serious conveyed in each word gave off a clear message that Feng would cut off his own arm if it hindered him in anyway. “Now as I see it our goal currently align. So I will not attack you. That is as long as you do not mean to harm this body.” Feng's last words were final. He would not allow anyone to block him from his goals, and currently Dal'Mori was a good traveling companion. Someone who could be considered on his own level in terms of monstrous talent. So as thing where it could be a very fulfilling and mutual partnership.
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Quote: B.A.I.T.R Standing: 129 Health: 1500/1500 Control Limit: 1032 Skill: 86 [97] Strength: 86 [--] Defense: 86 [--]Tactical Advantages Battleground Proficiency: Level 4 - 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 +8% to all defense chances, and your opponents receive -8% to their defensive chances against you.
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