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Post by Purple4Stephen on Sept 10, 2009 12:10:03 GMT -5
As Saix was siting in his room on the bed throwig a small ball to the wall and back to him over and over again.
He couldnt stop thinking about his broken left hand and his injured right leg.
Then he snaped and just throw the ball at full speed at the closet in his room and broke it in small bits and peaces.
"Godamn it"
Saix gets off his bed and slowly walk towards the closet on his on leg just to fall down on his knees infront of the mess he made.
He starts picking up the peaces and puting them on the table.
Sudenly he stops on one big metal piece.
He looks at the piece carefully and looks at his left arm for a minute,then he starts thinking about something with the two.
He makes a small smile on his face and lays the piece on the table. Then he walks over to the door of his room and stands there on his one leg.
"Hey Bishop!!! Im going to need some tools up here!!!"
With that said Saix closes the doors and starts going throu the pieces he had one by one and carefully looking at them.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 10, 2009 20:09:40 GMT -5
Malcom fumbled forward almost tripping on his own feet. When his body came to a hault his upper body was limply leaning forward so he was practically kissing his own knee. "Oww...OW!" He said. Using his arms he grabbed his back and began straightening out his body. As his back became aligned their were loud pops and snaps which was the result of a poor spine transplant. Malcom was obviosly a prior victem of spine theft making his back vulnerable. With his back fully aligned his head still laid limp. Using his hands he straightend it out and snapped it back in place before turning.
"I'd much prefer you rather stab me in the back girly. That was a cheap shot." He whined slightly. He then cracked his neck twice causing his arms to fall o8ut of their sockets. "I have been able to build on the anchient art of the numbchuck though." With that said he started bobbing and swaying causing his arms to swing, twirl and sway gaining momentum until they started to blur slightly. "Time to put you in your place!" With that said he jumped forward and spun around delivering two palm slaps straight to her face, following through stopping behind her to gain momentum again.
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OOC: NotAvailable, you went a bit too far with your post. You had your character land three successful attacks and then remove armor. landing a major blow or two minor blows is okay but you kinda crossed the line. Please keep that in mind
Chop looked up at her with the electrified throwing starts in his side still shocking him. "Um....that's great but..." More electricity shot through him. "I could use some help though..." He then got onto a knee and took one out of his side and tossed it away. He then pointed at the cyborg. "Not done yet though." Paying attention back on the cyborg it was holding its hands to his eyes and crying like a child.
"That hurt!" he cried out stomping his feet and holding his gut. "That wasn't nice." Watching the spectacle Chop dislodged the last star.
"It's the brain transfer. Not all are successful. Some result in brain damage. Getting thrown around in the death arena probably didn't help much either." Once the borg was done crying, it extended all six of it's chords. It then began spinning like a top moving toward Clarissa threatening to shread her like a blender.
-Clarissa has reached limit break potential-
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Bishop looked at Saix oddly looking up from the two vid screens. He currently had spy bots watching the fight so he could observe thier form. "Hmm? What's up?" He then looked at what was in his hands. "Don't think my tools cn fix your ball." He then continued to watch the screen. Soon deckman 12 poked him.
"I believe he means his limbs." Bishop raised a brow and turned off the screens. "Ok, we can go to my clinic. But I need to remind you, they'res nothing wrong with your metallic limbs, it's your muscles that were strained." With that said he lead him into his clinic which was a cross between an auto-shop and a doctors office. Saix's legs and arm lay in the corner. "So what do you need?"
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Post by Reaper on Sept 10, 2009 21:22:18 GMT -5
Dark staggered slightly to the side after being hit. Her brought her hand up to her face, before turning slightly toward Malcom. "See thing is . . . it's not a cheep shot when I didn't know," she said with a grin. "Still cheep shot or not. If I can take you out. I'm taking it," she said as she moved forward once more while he was still attempting to gain his momentum back. She jumped into the air landing a square kick in his chest, and used it to push backward off of him and pushing him back as well. She land in a crouching position. Holding out her hand she called her halberd to her as she ran at Malcom once more. Though this time she shifted slightly, and as her halberd hit her had she shifted her footing to swing her weapon around. Dark practically standing right next to him as him as she swung her weapon. The pole end of the weapon extending across his back so that the blade would miss him completely.
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 10, 2009 21:27:47 GMT -5
OOC: She didn't remove the armor. She broke a little piece off. = /
Secondly, Clarissa can only do so many things. She doesn't have much of an advantage like everyone else does. If you were in that situation you'd get as many hits in as you possibly could then back off. Like in video game boss fight.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 10, 2009 21:37:05 GMT -5
"GACK!" Malcom cried out as their was a crunching a quelching noise coming from his body. Once again his back fell limp from the pole but the blade had caught his right arm mid swing. "*hit..." He muttered wincing at the pain." He then gritted his teeth. "Return function huh? We'll have to do something about that." With that said he flexed his arm burying the blade deeper in until it was almost poking out the other side of the arm. With more leverage on the weapon than Dark he spun pulling away and hit his back to the next wall and violently re-alligned it as he stained the wall with blood.
"Left restraint." He commanded. At that moment a tattoo on his right arm pulsated and soon began to tighten cutting the flow of blood to his arm off. The section of his arm soon grew so small that it became severed off and Malcom caught it with his other arm. "Let's see how well your weapon can return after all." With that said he whipped his arm, uncurling his other arm which then released the axe which went flying at Dark.
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Post by Purple4Stephen on Sept 11, 2009 6:02:03 GMT -5
As Saix was lying down on the table he takes a look at his leg and his arm in the corner and then looks at Bishop to answer his question.
"Ok i think i am still able to reatach my left arm by myself, but i cant move enough to repair my leg,so you will have to do it for me by folowig my instructions"
Saix uses his right hand and tryes to look for some tool within the toolbox that was in his right side.
"Ok found it, bring me the arm over here so i can try reataching it,then bring me those little metal pieces i brough with me"
As Saix waits for Bishop he remembers what he warned him before they started.
"Oh and dont worry,my muscles thats one thing i can easely fix without any kinds of tools"
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Post by Reaper on Sept 11, 2009 6:05:39 GMT -5
"Your crazy," she growled as she took several steps back. She held up both her hands to catch her weapon. Though normaly she could do it with one hand, but she wasn't ready for her weapon to come barling back at her. Not to mention coming straight at her blade first. Dark growled slightly as she ducked under the axe portion of her weapon, and reached up to grab the pole. Though the force causing her to end up being pulled back onto the ground. She looked up at Malcom as she climbed to her feet gripping her left arm. She felt it pull when she grabbed her weapon.
The halberd wasn't a weapon to mess with, and holding it wrong or catching it wrong could always injuer the user just as much as it could hurt the opponite. She shifted her arm slightly feeling the pop as it popped back into joint. She held the halberd in front of her as s he shild her foot around. "Are you really that nieve that you would sacrifice your life for this guy?" she asked as she rushed forward in attempt to bring the pole end of her weapon up into his stomach, and as he jumped back to avoid the attack she brought the axe end around. Catching his back foot in the arch of the weapon (between the pole and the bladed end). Pulling his foot from under him, she swung the weapon around in attempt to hit in him the head.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 14, 2009 13:05:48 GMT -5
With a crack of his neck he dislocated his head tilting it at a perfect 90* angle before her strike hit. With the blade now embedded in the floor he knew he had the perfect opening. Using her enertia from the swing her grabbed her with his giid arm. He then raised a foot and landed a hard kick with his steel plated sandels and sent her flying into a buch of metallic barrels. Getting up he snapped his neck back into place. "The old man sees me for who I truely am. He taught me value and what it really meant to be human. If you destroy him, and all those crummy books of his you'll destroy the last thread left of humanity on this earth."
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Post by Reaper on Sept 14, 2009 18:48:31 GMT -5
Dark cried out as she hit the barrels. She gripped her stomach as climbed to her feet. She staggered slightly before straightening up. Bitting her lip as she gathered herself. She reached over putting on the healing tattoo that Marcus had given her earlier. Feeling her body's pain lifting as she completely straightened up. She watched as the tattoo disappeared, and she grinned slightly. Adjusting her herself slightly so she could gather the scene. "There is no way to protect those books. Anyone who gets their hands on them will be sought out and hunted down." She grinned slightly as she shifted herself a little more. Her head indicating to the scanner that laid with her armor so it wouldn't get destroyed. "Look, I'm not one for taking sympathy on people. I prefer to kill everything in my path that holds me from my target. Because someone asked me not to that is why your still standing here," she growled slightly. "There are other ways to save those books and let the factory destroy them. An there is another way to save your doctor friend, but he has to still lose his head in order to do that," she said as she brought herself into a defensive stance.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 17, 2009 22:33:25 GMT -5
"History has taught me many things baby." He then began to circle around her. "It teaches that women are one of the great desievers of our time." He then smiled. "I would say that I can only trust you as far as I can throw you but we both know that is pretty far." Diving into an angled roll his legs caught the metallic staff he had been weilding before. Twirling it around with his legs and feet he swiped hitting Dark in the side cracking a rib. As he continued to practically breakdance he built up enough momentum to shoot himself up into the air in which he twisted his hip in an attempt to crush Darks scull with his weapon.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 18, 2009 1:15:21 GMT -5
Dark gasped out when she felt the rod hit her side. She stumbled slightly, but didn't let that keep her down. If she had it would have probably killed her. As the pole came around again this time for her head she shifted slightly brining up her hand to slow it down as it hit her shoulders. Grimacing slightly as she felt the pain she wrapped her hand around the pole to keep it in place, and with a flat palm struck Malcom in the chest knocking him back a few feet. Dark then took the pole and spun it slightly as she brought it around to strike him in the chest, and once more as he stumbled back she brought his pole around to hit him in the back. Finally brining the end back around again in attempt to strike him in the side of the head to knock him unconscious.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 18, 2009 12:13:04 GMT -5
As soon as the pole hit his head their was a loud crack as his neck bone snapped in half. He tried to move but the signals from his brain wasn't reaching his body. "You cruel succubus..." He growled. "No matter. You might think the professor is just some old man but he can take care of himself. Who do you think trained me and Jr.?" He then sighed. "So, are you going to kill me or what? If so get it over with. There is no bounty on my head so I'm of no value to a money hungry black widow such as yourself." Just then one of the walls was smashed down and Chop stomped through. Looking at the man on the ground he gave Dark a thumbs up.
"Good job Dark. I'm affraid that Clarissa wasn't as successful. I had to call an emergency cab to take her back to the bar. She should be taking a nice regenerative bath soon. Before I took out the big guy I recognised a signal he sent out. It was a warning to the professor. We have to move fast if we want to catch him." The fallen man looked up at Chop.
"You killed my Brother!? How dare you!" Chop shook his head.
"You're brother is fine. I just attached a de-activation unit onto his main circuit line. He'll be incompacitated for 12 hours. After that he'll be worse for wear but well enough to take the both of you to get fixed up. " Chop then looked at Dark. "Come on. We need to finish this before The Factory catches wind of our opperation."
(Dark has reached limit break lvl1)
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Post by Reaper on Sept 18, 2009 12:46:33 GMT -5
Dark looked down at Malcom and nodded slightly. "See ya around," she said as she walked over to her armor and quickly put everything back on. "Chop I'll hit the air," she said as she walked out the whole in the wall. She stopped to look back at Malcom. "As I said before . . . believe me or don't believe me. Were here to help," she said as she let the blade of her halberd extend into their wing form. "See ya there," she said as she shifted letting the wind pull her into the air. She flinched slightly from the jolt but righted herself. She was going to need a break after this one. Her body was already telling her that. Though that tattoo that Marcus had given her had worked wonders for what had happened prior.
She flew over the buildings this time without any interruptions. She hit the top of the library like she had planned to do before. Running slightly to the glass over windows that looked down into the library. "Chop," she called over the radio. "I'm here, but I don't see the Professor. I'm going in and seeing what is there," she said as she put the radio up. She let her wings retract back into the blades, and moved to remove the window. Carefully and quietly she climbed inside and dropped down to the second story balcony that over looked the main floor. "Damn this place looks nice," she mumbled slightly as she slowly started moving around the balcony trying to get a grasp of the scene.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 18, 2009 19:25:01 GMT -5
 "Greetings." The professor said standing behind her. He currently had a book open and was reading it. He was a very aged man who was moderately augmented near the abdomen and his face. Along his arm was a strange type of armor with small boxes on the end near the wrist. "You are very rude young lady. I did not invite you into my home. Perhaps we should correct this yeah?" Suddenly his eyes flashed as he placed his hand on the book. Soon large sheets of paper shot out and quickly wrapped Dark up completely untill she was mumified. He then moved the opening of the book to face her activating another attack which shot a pillar of paper out sending Darks paper tomb crashing out the door and into the driveway. The outside was basically dirt and random pieces of junk but to the side where two trucks filled to the top with books. Chop quickly came upon the scene and spotted Dark. He started to go in to help but his body was too bulky to undue the her restrictive state. As the old man exited with the large book under his arm Chop looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please let her go. You need to understand. We are hunters but we have a plan to save both you and you books. Please let my friend go." He asked sincerely. At that moment a stream of paper shot out of the boxes on his arm. His hand worked quickly but soon he had transformed the paper into a throwing star. With a flick of the wrist he sent it at Chop. Chop did his best to dodge but the projectile caught him in the shoulder causing a deep gauge, "Or...Origomi?" The old man nodded. "Yes. Slightly modified of course but it helps to keep the factory at bay. History has provided me with my salvation. Now, I must ask you to leave or I'll be forced to engage in battle." |
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Post by Reaper on Sept 18, 2009 21:12:23 GMT -5
Paper was just that, granted she could barley move, and breathing was a bit difficult. She shifted her hands enough to pull one of her hidden daggers out. It was out enough for her to shift slightly to start cutting away at the paper. With a bit of movement she felt the paper give, and moving again she was able to free herself. Panting slightly as she sat up. She looked around looking at Chop before looking at the Professor. "You sure move quick for an old man," she said as she pulled her daggers completely out and held them in front of her. "Chops right you know," she said as she shifted to a defensive stance. "Your boys are safe, just a little under the weather and in 12 hours they'll be back up on their feet. We only have enough time to scan your most important books, but I am sorry to tell you that this building will burn and we can't do anything about that," she explained.
She watched him carefully to make sure that she didn't slip up again like she had earlier. "Look, Professor. The longer you delay the harder this becomes, and even greater that nothing you have survives," she said with a slight growl. "Trust me your boys were hard to explain this too as well. But your much smarter than them, and you know the only way to save your boys and to save your books is for you to help us, and for you to inevitably die for a short period of time till we can get your brain back," she said with a grin.
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