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Rockman X: And Eternity; Act 1: It's Stranger in Paradise
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Topic Started: Dec 14 2013, 12:04 AM (4,489 Views)
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Zubenel
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Dec 14 2013, 12:04 AM
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[16:15 - Inside Styx Base]

It was dark out by the time it came, the distress call having been blinking on the receiver in the guardhouse for at least ten minutes while it's denizens played poker in abject boredom. Commander Wolff sighed as he walked in, seeing his crew regard him with salutes, though he was sure some of them viewed him with about as much interest as a stack of yard tools at the hardware store, it didn't matter. The lupine Reploid went to check the call and discovered what had been missed. Normally responsible and prompt he grunted and left without saying a word, making his displeasure known.
It was ten minutes later the base's contingent had been gathered together by none other than the chief medical officer and self appointed 'inventionist' Gene Replete. There was no sign of Wolff as she gave their new assignment in a giddy tone. She was excited which was usually a bad sign for those involved as it almost always meant that without the strict guidance of Wolff, it was guinea pig time for the new recruits, and a chance to gather combat data.
"We've received a call from Eichel Engineering and it appears they're in dire straights. They need assistance now... or twenty minutes ago technically. I think perhaps whoever turned down the sound for the comm should not try this in the future!" She spoke loudly while holding up her tablet, a wide smile on her face. It was exciting despite the nature of the situation. It wasn't often they had an actual opportunity for real combat and she'd been itching to try out the recorders she'd given all of the new recruits, along with a personal pet project she'd given to one of the most junior enlistees.
"Anyways, we should probably go now... we are wasting time just standing here while they could very well be in grave danger so... off you go." She made a shooing motion toward the garage, coaxing everyone to get in the larger of the two transport vehicles, and also the only one up and running after it had cannibalized the other for parts. "Just cram in there, anyone else is welcome to come but..." She picked up her tablet again as she leaned against the door to the vehicle, holding it to read.
"Hailfire, Arclight, Chimera... and Azhrarn. You guys can't get out of this, sorry. But you get the fun ride today! I hope we get ambushed..." She stared wide eyed for a moment before chuckling, making it seem like a joke as she swung up into the driver's seat. But one could never tell with her.
"Anyone else that cares to join us, get in! It'll be a bumpy ride..."She sighed contently, gripping the wheel in anticipation. "Because I forgot to get the shocks done..."
And who knows the last time we actually did -anything- around here...
[16:35 - Inside Styx Transport Vehicle No.1]

The road was uneven, bumps sending up it's passengers every few meters unless they were strapped down and secure, which for any of the new recruits was entirely up to their discretion. Rebellious, eccentric, strange, or foolish dreamers, Styx had ended up with those at the end of the line, but it was damned well going to make due, and in style! Everyone who was relatively new was grabbed for this. A test run to see if basic training had paid off...
There were seats lined on either side and room for the more bulky of their number, along with some reserves of energy, and stock weaponry that they'd used in training, but with the seriousness of this task they'd all been permitted the full use of their normal weaponry.
While Gene drove along the road toward the Engineering Laboratory, singing something whimsical to herself, a smaller female reploid say with her hands placed demurely in her lap as she looked down at her feet. A long scarf down her back and her down-turned visor would have made her look 'cool' if not for the fact her posture was anything but confident. She seemed to withdraw whenever anyone looked at her, though she had an odd smile on her face.
NOTES Welcome to Rockman X: And Eternity! This is just the beginning but hopefully this mini-arc will let people settle into their characters before we get things really rolling. Remember, you've been around for probably a few weeks so you know the faces of whose with you, even if you haven't spoken much. You can have formed whatever friendships or working relationships you desire, it makes sense when you're sharing in the frontier experience! Or the boredom, or the pain of training ad nauseum for battle that never comes...
Chaos Chimera - Was it you, Hailfire and Drachen back in the guardhouse focusing on your game a bit too much there?
Hailfire: It wasn't your job to monitor the calls that day was it? Maybe you were just trying to keep the others company, shame on them.
Azhrarn - You are probably one of the newest, but you too have been working with these others. It's clear a few aren't exactly new at this, though they may be lower on the hierarchy then the other officers.
Gear: You... have a new friend. He doesn't seem like he's going to eat you or anything but you definitely have something you didn't have before the start of this mission.
Just suggestions! but really, get a dialogue going, get to know eachother and have fun, because things will blow up soon. Gene smiling, it's a sign of doom.
Edited by Zubenel, Dec 14 2013, 12:12 AM.
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Zubenel
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Sep 11 2014, 10:21 PM
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He normally took his meals into the garage, eating while sitting over the roof of the transport that showed it's fair share of desert abuse. Cross-legged and holding a foil wrapped breakfast burrito, he couldn't hide his fondness for human food. Comfort food perhaps, if a reploid could favor cuisine in such a way. He was free today and thought perhaps a bit of exploring was in order, but not before their newest recruit was ready. He'd taken it upon himself to check in on Zweiton, to be that perhaps annoying voice of reassurance, and a bit of insanity.
He munched the last bite, his cheek protruding slightly as he smiled and bunched up the foil, about to toss it into a rubbish bin when his arm extended the length between himself and the receptacle, and his clawed hand unfurled, letting the trash fall delicately within in a show of humorous juxtaposition. The limb reeled back in, snapping into it's socket with a slight jerk to the rest of his body. He leaned back onto the windshield and closed his eyes for a moment, leaving Zweiton to take his time wherever he was.
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"Sorry, lady, but if you broke the law, you have to answer for it."
"I salvaged that fair and square! Get her before she gets away! Call the hunters!"
No... This isn't fair. The pod doesn't belong to him... It belongs to the forest, not in the filthy hands of a scavenger. I made that world grow again, I'm not going to let him ruin the one chance this desert has of becoming fertile again...
She stared long and hard at Gear who was prepared to stop her, and knew just by appearance he was likely a physical type, someone she could take down if needed. No one knew just how strong she was and that was still her advantage. He had an odd little creature on his shoulder though. Some sort of pet? It looked nothing like she'd ever seen before.
She shook her head and shrugged it off as unimportant, instead grabbing Gear quickly and hooking an arm around his throat to tug him up to her chest like a shield, not seeing how the small 'pet' DNA-metal landed on top of her head. "You will help me or I will be forced to do something you may regret..." She felt the tiny little arms clinging to her hair and winced. "What exactly is this thing doing..?"
The man was still pointing from a distance and a crowd had started to gather in the street, along with what appeared to be armed civilians looking for an easy fight.
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Einhorn couldn't help that feeling they were missing something. Maybe I'm just hungry and it's making me start to malfunction... She kept her eye on the door, hearing something from outside but nothing that couldn't just be dismissed as the banter of the streets in the first place. But it still struck her as odd somehow, and the fact she couldn't define it and was going solely on gut kept her from truly relaxing.
Mira chuckled and continued to let the tiny Guivre waddle across her shoulder then try to make a jump to get to the other one. When it slipped a quick hand was there to scoop it up and place it on the opposing shoulder. If the DNA-metal were capable of blushing, it probably would have, but instead settled with planting a small tongue kiss to Mira's ear.
"You wouldn't believe the haul I got the other day. Some traders who have been digging out the older parts of Sector MN found black opals of all things. I still have some in the back if you want to see? They barely got away with their lives. At least from how the story went..." Regen was grinning at her full tray and Mira continued the story, though Einhorn was still mulling over her own thoughts.
"Apparently another team was in the area adjacent to them and they were completely decimated by some unknown maverick. The townies say it was Petalhoof but I doubt she'd have done this," Mira frowned and clutched Gigi close, her brows knit.
"They had been cannibalized for parts..."
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Sep 12 2014, 12:30 PM
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Dressed to Kill I Last Chance
"You wouldn't believe the haul I got the other day. Some traders who have been digging out the older parts of Sector MN found black opals of all things. I still have some in the back if you want to see?"
"Yes please?"
Azhrarn's voice was quiet and polite as usual, nonetheless the light in his eyes could betray some eagerness about the opals. It was no mystery, after all, how the knight reploid had always been attracted by black stones. The excitment from these, though, had been soured a little at the thought of the jewels having been scavenged.
Having been raised by two parents like his, Azhrarn had learned much about history of the past. To him, there was a big difference between searching for item from the past, to learn about it, and to be forced to recover lost technologies because it was too problematic to make new ones. He loved Last Chance and all of its denizens he had the luck to befriend but, at the same time, he feared grim times ahead for the settlement.
As his mother went on with the story, only Argent's display of affections prevented his thought to take an even darker turn. It was nice to see him making friends, especially given how his and Einhorn's first encounter with the Ghost who had been turned into DNA Metal. Gene said it was about giving the spirit a second chance, but Azhrarn felt it was his responsibility as well to make sure that Argent wouldn't end up his life alone like his previous incarnation. A faint smile curved upon his lips as his mother continued to speak.
"Apparently another team was in the area adjacent to them and they were completely decimated by some unknown maverick. The townies say it was Petalhoof but I doubt she'd have done this,"
"They had been cannibalized for parts..."
"I think you're right Mom..." Azhrarn spoke after a long enough time of silence, his expression pensive as he tried to remember what the other hunters told to him about Petalhoof. "...she had never be seen acting like that. And, even if she needed these parts to repair herself, to cannibalize a whole group of Reploids would imply damage too large for her to be able fighting..." This, though, brought up another unpleasant thought to Azhrarn's mind. That Petalhoof wasn't the only troublesome Maverick running around Last Chance, something that brought up memories about the Maverick Gang they had to fight months ago.
"And the three of them are Mutos-Type..."
The knight whispered finding a connection between Gyrfalcon, Raptor and Petalhoof. Then Azhrarn noticed about Ein looking sorta off, something that worried him a little and had the reploid move next to his friend. "Everything's alright?" He asked, with some concern in both his tune and expression for her strange behaviour.
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Sep 13 2014, 07:07 PM
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STREETS | LAST CHANCE
"I salvaged that fair and square! Get her before she gets away! Call the hunters!"
"Don't worry, sir, I have this. It doesn't need to get uglier than it already is." Gear nodded as the man approached, before he turned his attention to the woman before him. It sucked having to pick sides like this, but he was expected to uphold the law as one of the hunters. If she broke it, she was in the wrong. "As for you... Just return what you took and nothing has to ha-"
It happened quickly enough for it to daze him, but the situation had turned on him quickly enough for him to be held like a shield infront of the reploid, and he grumbled. "Oh come on, are you kidding me? Reploid god, I need to learn how to fight ladies, this is pathetic." he complained, hanging his head to the side and sighing, letting his arms hang. There really was little he could do since he wasn't the type to harm another female... Not personal choice, unfortunately, but inbuilt programming that made it so he couldn't fight back physically against the opposite gender. It was, perhaps, only by sheer luck that up to this point, none of his enemies had fit the parameters to avoid being attacked.
Unfortunately, that luck had run out.
"You will help me or I will be forced to do something you may regret..."
"Lady, i'm already at the point of regret. Can't you threaten me with anything else?" he snapped half-heartedly, rolling his eye sensors in the opposite direction. Come to think of it, there was something he could do... But that all depended on where Nid was... Speaking of... "Where the heck did-"
"What exactly is this thing doing..?"
"Huh? Oh, did you find Ni- Nid!? What're you doing!?" he asked, turning his head back slightly to see the little crreature crawling through her hair before it slipped down to her shoulder. "Ahah... Sorry about that, s'my little buddy Nid. He's... Uh, reasonable. Just looking for a meal. He usually finds his meals by-" he started to speak, before he winced as Nid bared his teeth and bit down onto her shoulder. Oh crap...! What was going to happen next? Wait, he was already bound to him, so nothing could potentially happen... Right?
His head looked carefully at his foe as much as he could, and he could see data streams crossing through her eyes, upon which he grumbled... Okay, so Nid wasn't exactly the most selective of the DNA-Metals... Then again, he was still the fir- WAIT! He could use this to his advantage... If Nid could transform her, he could hold her down and let him go easily! "O-okay lady, don't panic! If you wanna stop him from biting you, just say DNA Metal, integrate. It's a bit of experimental technology, but he has some commands that keep him from misbehaving. So far, that's been established to keep him from causing too much trouble."
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Sep 15 2014, 06:51 PM
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(( Ack! Terribly sorry about the wait, been moving into an apartment over the course of a few weeks and I’ve just now gotten settled in. Hasty color tags because I can't get the color option to work right. ))
“Eh... other than the deliver to the steam plant and no breakfast, I think so. I keep expecting Gene to call with her grocery list. And damn I'm hungry...”
“I haven’t had anything to eat either so we could all go grab a bite.” Hailfire offered. Her mornings on free days usually consisted of hitting the stores of Last Chance early morning for newly stocked goodies and then eating breakfast. The rest of the day was usually spent either loafing, training, or planning shenanigans depending on her mood.
“Aw, did I scare him off?” Hailfire pouted at Gear’s hasty exit, “I just have that effect on people for some reason!” A nearly 10-feet-tall dragon would do that to nearly anyone, however, though it was most likely the fact that she was his superior. Or, just as likely, one of her 'bright' ideas was to blame. But when the box of gems was brought out Hailfire completely forgot about Gear and focused on the pretties in front of her.
With subtle head-bobbing to gauge how a gem sparkled at different angles she gave the distinct impression of a bird eyeing something in the distance. Hailfire may have been a collector of nearly useless baubles, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t choosy at times. And these gems weren’t just for show, though how showy they were was still important to her. With a gentle touch to turn a particular gem over, Hailfire spoke to the group without looking up, “I take it you’ve all heard about the attacks? The town’s all abuzz with the news, and I’ve got this itching feeling that we’re going to be assigned to that particular mess.”
“I make them in my free time at the base, if you won’t mind waiting a bit if things become busy, I can make some for you as well...”
“...you can pick the stone for me to work on, or you can take the Argent Challenge and let him do so... They say he got good tastes anyway...”
Hailfire looked up and said, “Challenge accepted! I’d love to see what the little guy comes up with.” and waggled a clawed finger in Argent’s direction. She grinned; Hailfire had definitely approved of his new look.
Her face fell slightly as Hailfire thought. “A whole group cannibalized? There aren’t too many reploids built nowadays that would need all those parts for themselves, and normally you can see them a mile away. Literally.” Hailfire was referring to reploids of titanic height such as the late General, the leader of the defunct Repliforce. “My guess is a group of Mavericks or a really, really nasty one selling the parts on the black market.”
Then the conversation switched over to gems once more and the drakaina’s eyes practically glittered at the mention of opals and that toothy grin widened. Hailfire loved opals.
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Much like Red Fisher, Zweiton had a preference for human food. However, it came more from the fact that all the androids had been designed with food in mind, perhaps to add another layer of camouflage to hide what the androids really were. But to Zweiton, this subtle programming seemed to be more of a quirk they all shared from so much human interaction.
“Hey, greenhorn!”
And at the moment, that interaction would be preferred. The only response Zweiton gave the unknown reploid was an irritated sigh as he dumped his tray into the return pile and strode out of the cafeteria. He had plans for the day, and staying to give his harasser the attention they wanted was not one of those. His time at Styx had mostly consisted of training to prepare him for the rigors of fighting; what happened at Eichel Engineering had been only a taste, so the android was largely untested. A fact some others on base were keen to shove in his face at every opportunity.
The base’s garage was a sight to behold; it had vehicles small, massive, and everything in between with just an impressive variety of armor and weaponry mounted. Noticing the other reploid, Zweiton greeted Red Fisher with a “Hey” to let him know he was here. He had been ‘adopted’ by a few of the Hunters and quickly learned that the inhabitants of this base—in a strange way, his new family—definitely put the ‘fun’ in dysfunctional.
Zweiton leaned up against the transport close to where Red Fisher was sitting. “What’s new?”
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Oct 16 2014, 11:24 PM
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“What’s new?”
"Just some routine R&R time... or basically, Gene wants us out of the base for a while to try out a prototype of who knows what. I think we both know where we'd rather be," he sat up, propping his elbow joints on his chromed thighs. Despite his less 'human' body, he still fit in with the group of oddballs on base. And he was low on trap materials for keeping the perimeter safe. He didn't always mention what he caught but the cellar he kept on behalf of the town's human sheriff was never empty, though most of the time it had petty robbers and those who broke the curfew and over-salvaging rules.
"Here," he swept his legs over the side of the hood and dangled them for a moment before dropping down and handing Zweiton a pair of keys. "Thought maybe you'd like to give it a spin? Everyone is supposed to meet downtown for lunch eventually, but it's market day so who knows how long Hailfire is going to be gem smuggling..." he chirped pleasantly and hoisted himself up into the passenger seat. It was clear he was waiting on Zweiton, giving him the chance to be more than just the rookie. That or he wanted to take another nap during the ride...
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"...she had never be seen acting like that. And, even if she needed these parts to repair herself, to cannibalize a whole group of Reploids would imply damage too large for her to be able fighting..."
"I know... I may be a little silly but I think she just wants to be like one of those old timey hippies. Save the environment and hug the rainforest? Though that might get a bit slimy after a while..." Mira smiled faintly, trying to keep up the good mood despite the current events. The small dragon on her shoulder managed to cough up a curl of white plume smoke and she waved her finger at him, grinning.
"Not so close to hair..."
"Everything's alright?"
"I'm having a bad feeling... Gonna step outside for a sec and see if I can shake it. I guess it's a bit closed off in here and I have a thing about small spaces," she tried to explain, or excuse it. Really she had always had this sort of danger sense. What she wouldn't admit was that it attracted her. As if she wanted to be in the middle of it, causing it to happen.
“I take it you’ve all heard about the attacks? The town’s all abuzz with the news, and I’ve got this itching feeling that we’re going to be assigned to that particular mess.”
"When are we not?" Einhorn chuckled nervously as she moved past one of the curtains toward the front of the store.
“A whole group cannibalized? There aren’t too many reploids built nowadays that would need all those parts for themselves, and normally you can see them a mile away. Literally. My guess is a group of Mavericks or a really, really nasty one selling the parts on the black market.”
Regen sneered a little with pride as she shifted the tray, showing it was two layers of the fire drop opals and other midnight hues. Things that had occurred naturally after the crashes outside. There was rumor of an insane reploid hiding in GM Sector 3, making natural defenses of such exquisite crystal growths. It was on Wolff's radar for a while but since the individual wasn't causing anyone trouble 'yet'. there had been no need to explore.
Einhorn stepped back from the door, her eyes widening as long sectioned metal vines sprang up from the ground beneath her and forced themselves to weave over the door, barring the way out. They almost seemed to his at her as she reached to touch one, then found her arm swept up in it's grip. "Guys! GUYS! I think the new security measures are a bit much!"
"Those aren-" Regen grimaced and reached for her gun.
"And about as scary as Sigma the Clown at my next birthday party!" her fingers wriggled anxiously as she felt the constrictor vine start to tighten.
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"Huh? Oh, did you find Ni- Nid!? What're you doing!?"
"This creature, you cannot control it?" she asked, trying to shake the small DNA-Metal worm from her hair. She gave him a stony look and reached up to let the backs of her fingers touch the creature. She wasn't one to kill one of nature's children. Clearly this belonged in a garden somewhere. The man who had it had just made himself a little harder to justify taking as a hostage.
"Ahah... Sorry about that, s'my little buddy Nid. He's... Uh, reasonable. Just looking for a meal. He usually finds his meals by-"
Crossly and silently she watched Gear flounder for an answer. The men in the distance were still coming, but warily. The town sheriff perhaps? But she knew it was more reliable to wait on the mobs. They, unlike the former always came. She scanned the scene, her eyes flickering from wire-frame mode to back as they took security in the Alraunoids she had planted on her walk through earlier. The inconspicuous bushes that bloomed into delicate and fae-like rose monsters.
"O-okay lady, don't panic! If you wanna stop him from biting you, just say DNA Metal, integrate. It's a bit of experimental technology, but he has some commands that keep him from misbehaving. So far, that's been established to keep him from causing too much trouble."
"You are a strange man. You should be running away too if you know who I am..." she crossed her arms. "Why should I say this... DNA Metal, integrate? What madness in you has made you spout rando-" her lime green eyes widened and she could feel something start to move on her shoulder.
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Kayurin
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Oct 19 2014, 08:58 PM
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"I know... I may be a little silly but I think she just wants to be like one of those old timey hippies. Save the environment and hug the rainforest? Though that might get a bit slimy after a while..."
Azhrarn nodded, as memories of his parents speaking him of that 'hippies' group came back to his memory. His father and mother had slightly different points of view on the movement, but both of them had been professional enough to give him the unbiased truth. He wanted to ask something more, but it seemed that his mother was enjoying her playtime with Argent and the knight-reploid din't really wanted to interrupt that. Beside, he was more worried about Ein's behaviour.
"I'm having a bad feeling... Gonna step outside for a sec and see if I can shake it. I guess it's a bit closed off in here and I have a thing about small spaces,"
"Sorry, I didn't knew..."
The young reploid didn't even knew what to say, in a way it felt strange for Ein to have a bad feeling right there in the middle of the town. But, on the other hand, he had learned since his very first mission to trust his comrades instincts. A lesson, that one, which had been engraved even better during the countless mission they took together in the months that followed that first one. Right now, he had been really thankful for the idea of feeding Argent his old armor, a way that allowed the DNA-Metal Dragon to adapt faster and better to merging with Azhrarn.
“I take it you’ve all heard about the attacks? The town’s all abuzz with the news, and I’ve got this itching feeling that we’re going to be assigned to that particular mess.”
"When are we not?"
"It's more surprising we are not involved already..."
Azhrarn said with his quiet voice. From a rational point of view it was somewhat strange since they were, after all, the strongest and most professional law enforcement group in Last Hope. It felt somewhat unexpected that the higher ups hadn't informed yet of this, and that they had to learn about the accident from an outside source. On the other hand, though, it could probably mean that their leaders had worst things to worry about. Dangers with names and faces on which it was easier to focus the attention upon.
One of them being probably Petalhoof....
"Guys! GUYS! I think the new security measures are a bit much!"
"Those aren-"
"And about as scary as Sigma the Clown at my next birthday party!"
"Argent!"
Azhrarn called for his DNA-Metal partner, his mind completely taken afar from his previous thoughts, extending his hand toward the little dragon. His training and experience had taught him well enough when it was time to get on action, and this was definetely was the time. Especially since his mother, one of the people he wanted to protect the most in the world, was here with them. It was no time to overthink things, it was time to take action.
Argent nuzzled his head against Mira's cheek one last time then jumped toward Azzie, flapping his wings to keep himself airborne, landing on the offered hand and running on the arm until reaching the reploid's head. There the little DNA-Metal gave a last look to Mira, spun on himself, and took the cute equivalent of a striking pose. Wing spreaded and the little curl of plume smoke coming out from his mouth toward the ceiling. Then it was light, a lot of it, enveloping the duo of Reploid and DNA-Metal.
When the light faded, Azhrarn was bearing a new appearance. Merging with Argent had his armor restored to him. There were some slight changes, due to the DNA-Metal presence, in the form of more draconic features of the armor and the helmet. The gauntlets got a more claw-ish appearance, just like the boots. Horn-like protusions came from the knees, shoulders and helmets. Blue energy stream flew, in a pretty elaborate pattern, around all the armor.
"It should be like the other times Argent, we should be alright..."
Azhrarn mentally sent to his partner as he drew his swords, after all they had already trained this at the Hunters' Base. This was just the first live combat experience, but given the efforts they had already put on it, it shouldn't have been anything to worry about. Beside, he couldn't really ignore the feeling of self-confidence that came by merging with Argent, the feeling of having someone guarding his back on a such close level. For a moment he wondered if Gear, the only other DNA-Metal user he knew of, felt this way as well. Then decided to set such thoughts aside for the moment, right now was the time to fight.
"I'll try to clear an opening, if I manage to do so be quick to run out..."
With a little act of will, Azhrarn let energy flow through his blades. It was natural from before, but after training at the base it had become an easier feat to manage and control. Now there was just the strict necessary for the blades to be coated and efficient, no more wasted energy meant more time for the abilities to function. Sure, part of his mind still thought that overcharging the weapons had its benefits, but right now he hoped it wasn't necessary.
Then once he was sure Ein had stepped back from the door, and there was enough space, he charged forward at the vines. the blades ready for a cross-slash to cut an opening through them...
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Xion Asuka
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Oct 25 2014, 07:36 PM
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"This creature, you cannot control it?"
"He's kinda got a mind of his own, and his thinking is a little simple, so he can't do complex thoughts. He calls me 'Food', and still won't call me by my actual name no matter how much I ask him to." Gear groaned, wanting to rub the back of his head, but the fact she still held him like a hostage meant the slightest arm movement would probably make her do something drastic. Instead, he cautiously raised his hands to deter others from attempting anything. He still had a plan, and with some luck, it would most likely bear some fruit and defuse the whole situ-
"You are a strange man. You should be running away too if you know who I am... Why should I say this... DNA Metal, integrate? What madness in you has made you spout rando-"
The change had started once he heard the command. Nid turned into a dark sphere of energy before melding into her form, and from there, additional armor began to equip over her. Rounded armor pieces began to look more jagged and militant, her original boot armor replaced by a more feminine-looking version of Gear's own transformed leg armor. The arm weapons were similar, but every other part seemed to be shaped somewhat differently to accomodate the new wearer. The chest armor possessed a pair of green crystals on the front, with the lower torso still looking a cross between semi-monstrous and perhaps more provocative than anyone intended to look. Needless to say, as the transformation took place, the foe was restricted from moving, allowing Gear to free himself.
"Uh, wow, I can't believe you actually said it. Here I thought that stunt only worked in cartoons." he grinned, rubbing the back of his head, before he nodded. "Okay Nid, keep her there until the authorities come here. With any luck, we can avoid an inci-"
"Me can't." came a voice not spoken by the woman, but the armor she wore, the green parts seeming to flicker everytime it spoke. In the time Nid had spent with Gear, he learned how to speak normally, but due to only being properly linked with Gear, he could only speak synchronized with him. Anyone else, and he had to talk from the armor. "This one quite strong. Great fighter. Can't take control." Nid helpfully spoke to Gear, leaving perhaps not one but both individuals dumbfounded.
"... You're joking, right Nid? How the heck can you make me do whatever you like but you can't lift a finger to stop her!? I bet it's because she's a girl, isn't it!?" he grumbled, hanging his head.
"You not this strong. You pushover compared to this." Nid spoke, leaving Gear just a little crestfallen at how bluntly Nid had stated it. Granted, Nid still lacked a concept of the understanding of tact, so it was no surprise. Speaking of a lack of tact... "If makes you feel better, this one have much baggage. Not used to new body. What deal with these?" he asked, this time leaving only the chest orbs flashing to indicate what he meant.
"Don't ask, Nidhoggr, you'll find out when you're older." was all Gear could say, facepalming.
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Oct 25 2014, 08:48 PM
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When Einhorn yelled, Hailfire immediately snapped her attention towards one of the few things that could tear it away from gems; a battle. Turning around quickly, her serpentine tail knocked into a display rack none-too gently but her size even without her armor made maneuvering difficult in the store. Hailfire huffed; of all the times to not have her namesake AI’s attached! But even they needed a break from her every so often to properly mingle with the others. And besides, she wouldn’t have been able to use them here anyway without destroying some amount of merchandise.
Azhrarn was faster on the draw than Hailfire, already attacking the vines with energy swords. She charged forward next, tail snaking forward once she was in range. That silver spade on her tail wasn’t just for show as it shot forward, neatly slicing a couple of vines. But it wasn’t enough, the vines were either re-growing quickly or there were already a lot of them. How the hell did they get here in the first place though?
Right now there were other pressing matters, so she turned towards Regent and Mira. “If you have an emergency exit through the back, I suggest you use it to get out of here.”
The briefest moment of Hailfire letting her guard down allowed a vine to coil tightly onto her tail and gave it a yank almost powerful enough to knock the Mutos over. But Hailfire simply staggered, and with a snarl her tail began pulling back, the limb bowing with great effort and pulling the vine taut. The smallest knick of the vine severed it instantly and her tail whipped back, arced for another strike.
“Hold still, Einhorn.” And the bladed tail shot forward once more, aiming for the vine wrapped around Einhorn’s arm and with Hailfire hoping her aim was true.
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"Just some routine R&R time... or basically, Gene wants us out of the base for a while to try out a prototype of who knows what. I think we both know where we'd rather be."
Absently, Zweiton scratched at the mark on his cheek that had yet to go away. He’d been in the middle of a project when he passed out, and Zweiton was a bit disappointed he wasn’t able to finish it before sleep brought him down. The jingling of the keys caught his attention and he took them, before looking at Red Fisher curiously.
"Thought maybe you'd like to give it a spin? Everyone is supposed to meet downtown for lunch eventually, but it's market day so who knows how long Hailfire is going to be gem smuggling..."
Well, he didn’t get to drive often so-- “Sure. Is it just me, or is that all she spends her paycheck on?” He’d been invited once to the almost literal cave of a room Hailfire called her own, and there was not an area that hadn’t been dedicated to shelf space or the multitudes of glittery objects hanging from the ceiling. There was barely a clear, Mutos-sized pathway to walk to her bed and desk. It was, admittedly, quite pretty with each object refracting the dim light but it was still a habitat only fit for a hoarder.
Zweiton opened the door of the vehicle’s driver’s side and climbed in, familiarizing himself with the setup first. After that he started the engine, went to put it into gear… and turned the windshield wipers on instead.
“Damnit.” Take two, and the vehicle was moving and out the garage door towards Last Chance.
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Nov 10 2014, 11:45 PM
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The transformation impressed Mira, though Regen quickly pushed her back behind the curtain as she saw the tendrils start to tense, almost as if they were snakes, striking prey.
"It should be like the other times Argent, we should be alright..."
Both women nodded to eachother as Mira grabbed her bags from behind the counter.
"I'll try to clear an opening, if I manage to do so be quick to run out..."
“If you have an emergency exit through the back, I suggest you use it to get out of here.”
"Alright, but you three better get out too. If something is in here, who the hell knows is out there. I'd hate to find out Gear was eaten by one of these..." Regen muttered and was followed by Mira back behind the curtain where they headed for the exit to the shop, only to open the door and see an Alraunoid curling it's tendrils. They were the same ones that had burrowed up and beneath the store door... It was clear now that this was an attack from Petalhoof, the trademark and dryad-like machines always present whenever she made her move.
“Hold still, Einhorn.”
"Oh jeez..." Einhorn whimpered as Hailfire attacked the constrictor that had found her limb in it's clutches, causing the mechanical striated tendril to break in half and fall limpy to the floor, writhing.
The vines that Azhrarn had hit would be performing equally well, now scattered like cut vegetation for some old fashioned jungle explorer. Einhorn couldn't help the amusing image of the Archaeologist's son wearing the sort of gear she'd seen in an old movie once. Something about a Temple of Doom?
With the door freed, there was a surety that on the other-side laid an Alraunoid. Both exits were flanked...
"H-hey Azzie, think you can get the front with Hailfire while I go help Regen and Mira?" Mira would no doubt have her sword handy.
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"Uh, wow, I can't believe you actually said it. Here I thought that stunt only worked in cartoons. Okay Nid, keep her there until the authorities come here. With any luck, we can avoid an inci-"
She looked down at the almost... lewd armor now covering her body. She felt a bit under-dressed but as the transformation died down, she could hear her new armor speaking.
'Me can't. This one quite strong. Great fighter. Can't take control.'
She was already snarling and looking at Gear with murder in her eyes as she ran her hands down her body. Her Alraunoids were causing havoc around the town, in the streets for the most part to spare damages but even then, they were chaotic creatures.
"... You're joking, right Nid? How the heck can you make me do whatever you like but you can't lift a finger to stop her!? I bet it's because she's a girl, isn't it!?"
"This is absurd... What have you done to me?"
'You not this strong. You pushover compared to this. If makes you feel better, this one have much baggage. Not used to new body. What deal with these?'
She watched what appeared to be literal headlights on her chest flashing and it curdled ore annoyance in the tall blond reploid.
"Don't ask, Nidhoggr, you'll find out when you're older."
With a stomp of her feet she again shifted, the glare from new panels forming blinding Gear as her full body finally showed itself, and Petalhoof took the form of a centaur, albeit wearing a black, Nightmare Nidhoggr themed bikini. She launched herself and Gear and quickly yanked him up under her arm, along with the bag she had taken from the man that had started everything.
She bolted toward the outskirts of town, having to push through the crowds to get there. Gear hung in her arm, tossed around like a rag-doll, being pelted with the same blasts as she was as they galloped through the main street.
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“Sure. Is it just me, or is that all she spends her paycheck on?”
"I think I've seen her reading on occasion..." Red offered, though he didn't mention the books he'd seen were collector's books and price guides for her collection. He smiled and tried to reassure the android with a pat on the shoulder. "You never know what will turn on when they leave Drachen in charge of maintenance."
“Damnit.”
He sighed and offered an apologetic smile, ruffling his blue synth-hair with the talons he kept at all times, even on casual outings. He used one of the tips to manipulate the radio by jamming the pointy edge, revealing why so many of the controls appeared to have small puncture wounds.
Static... then...
'Petalhoof attack in the center of town, hunters please respond. This is an emergency, hunters, please respond!'
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Nov 11 2014, 12:09 AM
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"This is absurd... What have you done to me?"
"Ridiculous maybe, but not absurd. Don't look at me, I didn't think it'd turn out like that! Or that Nid wouldn't be able to hold you back, eheh..." Gear nervously pressed two fingers together. His entire plan went up in smoke, and ontop of that, he'd unintentionally given her a bit more of a power buff. The only way this could turn out worse was if-
"Wait, what're you do- Ah crap my eyes!" Gear complained, shutting them quickly as he tried to get picture back in them, only to see Petalhoof had assumed her Centaur form. Making matters worse was the fact that the Nightmare Nidhoggr armor had molded with it, giving a greater degree of armor to the Centaurbot while not limiting her mobility in the slightest. It did, however, not look much better than the armor she had on already, and considering how ridiculous it looked already... Well, the current wearer probably didn't feel too good about herself.
The firepower was unquestioned though, as she still carried Grabacr and Ofnir on her arms. Whatever capability Nid had was hers to use right now... A transformed Centaurbot with experimental armor was going to be a terror to deal with... Most likely Gene was ecstatic with the results she was getting though. If Nid could fuse to someone like her, then potentially Hailfire and others could also benefit. Whether they wanted to try it was another story though...
"Not the face!" Gear quickly exclaimed, trying to step back as Petalhoof advanced on him, only for her to yank him up as a hostage once more before galloping off. Being shaken like a ragdoll and pelted with weak buster shots was not a fun time for him in the slightest, especially when he wasn't the one wearing Nid. The only saving grace was that some of the shots hit the shield arm instead of him, which still gave him some breathing room.
"Really, Petalhoof, was what you took worth- Ow! ... Worth all this?" Gear complained, rubbing his head a bit as one Buster shot grazed it.
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