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Post by Purple4Stephen on Sept 8, 2009 11:52:06 GMT -5
((OOC: I plan on..."upgrading" my character in a small way and he will at the same time heal his wounds so that he can help the others in hunting. And yeah this is also the reason so i can get started with all my work here and then when i get a chance i can fully RP here. And sorry about this post being only OOC but i dont have much ideas to what my character would be doing now rather then just resting))
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 8, 2009 12:21:25 GMT -5
After Clarissa fired off the shotgun twice she sunk to watch as the buckshot ricocheted off the armor. The battle-borg turned it's head and soon three panels on the things back slid open. "You're fighting a battle-borg. With armor that thick a shotgun won't do anything from that distance. You'll need to be at point blank range to do anything." After the panels on it's back opened three thick chords shot out each with three clamps. The first clamp hit her hard in the face, the second in the gut while the third clamped her left arm, pushed her against a wall and started sending waves of electricity through her.
"D@mnit.." Chop grumbled. He then pulled out both oh his hammers and dashed forward. "I told him it was too early." He whispered to himself. After reaching ten feet from the battle-borg he smashed the hammers on the ground and activated the sonic feature which sent him flying through the air. Opening more panels the borg sent two chords at chop. Holding out a hammer he once again activated the sonic feature knocking the chords off balance. Landing behind the borg he smashed the chord holding Clarissa causing it to drop her. Opening a compartment at his side he ejected two shotgun shells in her direction. "Try these, they have exploding buckshot."
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As Dark came after him Malcom let his body go limp dropping to the ground and polling forward. As Dark overshot him he raised his leg tripping her causing Dark's axe to crush through the now cracked ceiling. Breaking it in she fell down to the ground level as Malcom held onto the edge of the roof with one hand. "Blind rage...? Must be new." Letting go he dropped down directly onto Darks back with hard chinese block sandels with metallic bottoms. Moving his right foot he put the middle divide of his sandle on her neck. He then took a rod from his back and extended it into a full length pole and then used it to poke her in the head.
"Don't worry about killing me girly." He then sighed. "And I can think of so many better ways for you and me to pass the time while we wait for the professor." He then heard cracking above as more ceiling panels gave way. He instantly jumped away to watch them fall on Dark.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 8, 2009 13:30:24 GMT -5
Dark landed on the ground with a thud, and her halberd slid across the ground. As she reached up to call it to her she found herself back on the ground with the tall toothpick standing ontop of her. "Hey, a little lower . . . see if you can get that knot out of my back," she said with a laugh. Though inwardly she was a bit glad she had on her armor. It would have no doubt hurt, and as if to reiderate it feeling his foot on her neck gave her the answer. "G- et off," she growled as she tried to get up.
Then all of a sudden the weight from the man was gone. She looked up just in time to see why. Covering her head as best as she could she cried out as the ceiling fell ontop of her. The weight of the cement knocking the breath out of her and she laid there for a moment dazed and confused as to what had happened. After calming herself down, and getting her breath. Long enough for her to realize she couldn't move. "Great . . .," she growled slightly as she tried to move her arms, but where she had covered her head. She had also placed her hands in an awkward position. An now where pieces of the ceiling laid she wasn't able to move her arms to push herself up.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 8, 2009 14:14:06 GMT -5
Malcom looked at Darks situation and smiled. Pulling out a small item from his pocket he unwrapped it and popped a piece of gum in his mouth. "Things just don't seem to be going to well for you. There are so many ways to take advantage of this situation." He then leared at her. "Some more interesting then others....but professor would never approve." He then popped the cork open to the gorde at his side. "I could also burn you alive where you stand but I face the same problem you see." He then poured the liquid out onto his staff. Once it was covered he hit it hard against one of the metal machines and the staff caught fire. "Have you ever poked a stick at a fire? I was always curious what would happen if the fire poked back." He then began jabbing at Dark with the flaming pole.
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"BWishop! Bwishop come qwuick!" #12 called out. Bishop quickly rushed in from the other room to spot Saix and sighed. "This is my fault. Come on, I'll get you fixed up." He then looked at the deckman. "Cancell my next two appointments. Tell them I'll give them a discount tomarrow." The deckman then saluted him as Bishop picked up Saix with his arm over his shoulder as he lead him into the surgury room.
As Saix laid on the table Bishop began scanning him and prodding him with various instruments. "I think I found the problem." He said tapping his bionic leg with one of his tools. "My training didn't hurt you, rather you hurt yourself." He then came back and injected something into his right leg. "Just to numb it. We have to take these things off for a bit. Your arm too." He then retrieved some screws and wrenches as he began dismanteling the leg.
"You see, while Clarissa and Dark are full humans, your a cyborg, like me. If we're not careful we become subjected to a condition known as grief limb syndrom. What happens is that the bionic limb, which works side by side with the bodies muscles, surpasses the humans ability straining the muscles and tissues connected to the bionic limb causing bruising, breaks, even cell damage. Basically the limb is working beyond the capacity of it's user." After removing the leg he looked it over.
"That's why it's unwise to upgrade to a new limb every chance you get. You're body won't be able to handle too much power. The mind tells the limb what to do without concidering whether the body can do it or not." He then began on the other leg. "It happened to me a few times too. For instance, I need to find an arm that can properly execute my 21 gun limit break. So far they all short circuit afterwords." After the second leg was removed he headed to a closet and took out two plain looking robotic legs. "These will replace your own temporarily until your feeling better." He said before he began installing them.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 8, 2009 15:43:50 GMT -5
Dark cringed under the rubble as she felt the fire touching her bare skin. She looked around for her halberd as an idea popped into her head. She shifted around also in attempt to stop the burning, and with enough shifting she was able to shift the rubble enough to get her hand out. Rasing her hand in the air the halberd shifted on the ground before flying toward her causing Malcom to jump aside. The halberd hit the weapon shifting it enough for to move. Dark pushed down on the ground and moved the rubble enough to get out from under it. She shifted on her foot pulling her halbaird up, flinching slightly from the burns.
She rushed forward with her halberd in hand, pivoting on her left foot brining the blade around. An if he was planning to doge it like the last time she shifted the weapon a bit to bring the pole end around a bit lower. "You shure like to play with fire," she growled slightly. "But those who play with fire get burned as well."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 8, 2009 22:45:31 GMT -5
Malcom smiled jumping into the air. "What a cliche'." He laughed. Putting the pole behind his back he lowered it to the floor. The moment the axe hit it he used the enertia Dark put into swinging her axe into driving his own weapon which he guided over his shoulder before smacking Dark in the side of the head. While Dark remained stunned Malcom turned his back to her, raised his foot and delivered a kick into her abdomen using his metallic sandels. What was unexpected was when the plates became charged sending a jolt of electricity through Art. As Dark recovered he piveted around putting one hand in his pocket and the other holding the staff with the tip on the floor. To Darks amazement he wasn't even winded. As of yet he had used little to none of his own energy to attack her.
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 9, 2009 1:31:26 GMT -5
Clarissa fell on her ass and winced a little, rubbing at her jaw. "Woah, didn't see that one comin'," she grumbled. After recieving the two special rounds from Chop, she grasped ahold of her fallen gun, dropping the spent shells from it's chamber. Standing up, she ignored the aching in her body, obviously use to such abuse.
"You know, I've actually been hurt worse. Got a hooksword lodged in my back actually. So comparing you to that,your attack was more like being scratched by a cat!" she told the cyborg, tauntingly.
She looked back at Chop and gave him a thumbs up. "Thanks for the rounds, I'll make quick use of them," she said before darting off ahead of him. She saw how he worked now.
Shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Hoping she wouldn't mess up again, she leaped behind some of the debris created out of the large waste facility wall. Taking cover and loading the shotgun with her usual hollowrounds. She'd be sure to save the explosive ones for later. For now, she was gonna test out yet another of it's abilities.
The redhead jumped over the large pieces of destroyed wall and ran at the cyborg, throwing punches and various kicks at him. She knew what it was capable of from far off now she wanted to see it's close encounters.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 9, 2009 11:38:50 GMT -5
The Borg recieved the blow and backed up with each hit. Although she was landing her attacks she was up against metal plating. As hand to hand combat was not her specialty, and she had now augments or power gloves the hits only seemed to cause scrapes and rattle it a tad. "Mean lady can't take daddy." He said childishly. "Daddy my hero. Hero's no die for mean girls with guns." With that said all of the cables he had deployed wrapped around Clarissa. He then wrapped them around his own body and consricted a second time pinning her to his body. Once fully restrained he began to tighten the cables in order to crush Clarissa with the pressure of the restrait. Soon she would be unable to breath, and if it continued it would soon be breaking bones all the way to her ribs. Chop looked on helplessly. There was very little he could do. All of his attacks were wide ranges and had no persision attacks. Deciding it was worth the money a EMP grenade poped out of his chest and he caught it. Once he did he armed it and tossed it at the borg. Waiting it to discharge electricity he sunk as he soon found it was a dud.
"Clarissa. It can still work if you can crack the grenades shell somehow. That'll set it off."
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Post by Reaper on Sept 9, 2009 12:21:57 GMT -5
Dark staggered back panting heavily as she looked up at her opponent. She growled slightly as she realized that she wasn't even landing a touch on him. She sighed a bit as she closed her eyes. Resting the pole end of her halberd on the ground she stood up straight taking in a deep breath, and slowly letting it out. "It's been a long time since I've met an fighter who doesn't use their strength, but rather their opponite," she said calmly as she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, and her body was screaming. She had taken to many blows to long, and she was starting to feel it threw her armor. "I guess reasoning with you would be out of the question," she said lightly as she brought the halberd around to where she held it behind her, and she raised her other hand in front of her. She slid her feet apart as she slipped into a defense stance. "Telling you that the reason we came here was to save your friend, but you probably wouldn't listen . . . especially if we tell you the only way to save him is to kill him," she said lightly. "So I'll just stand here, and wait for your move."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 9, 2009 12:30:27 GMT -5
Malcom chuckled looking at her as he spun his staff in place. "So, you think you got me figured out now do you?" He then started smacking his gum in his mouth. "Not too many can figure my style out. The professor taught it to me. It's an old Japanese fighting style that has it's origins in the futal area. I don't know what that means but niether do I care. But I like to think I add my own style to the art." He then started blowing a big bubble. Just before it was ready to burst Malcom covered his eyes. When the bubble did burst there was a large flash blinding Dark and a loud noise deafening her. Completely helpless Malcom brought his staff across the underpart of Darks neck and pushed her onto the ground choking her. "Pretty cool no?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 9, 2009 14:21:31 GMT -5
Clarissa felt the wind being crushed out of her. Face turning colors,she could barely move her fingers around. She winced and looked down at the grenade. Attempting to pull her foot up, she managed and stomped down as hard as she could with all the strength she had left in her. The grenade crushed open, large amounts of electricity engulfing over the cyborg and Clarissa.
"AHHH!!" she screamed in obviously, large amounts of pain. She clenched her teeth together before feeling the cables loosen. Fallen onto her knees, she fell on all fours, tears streaming down her eyes. Her color went from blue to red. Every little hair on her body stood on end as she forced herself to get back up to her feet. She took the advantage to slam the butt of her shotgun up it's jaw plate and then cocked her shotgun, setting one of the special rounds Chop had given her into it's chest. The minor explosion sent her skidding backwards, where she covered herself to keep from getting injured any further.
The smoke still covering the area, she ran in blindly, jumping on it from behind, wrapping her legs tightly around it's waist and barring the shotgun over it's arms and chest, pinning him back. She kept her head low to prevent any sort of head butt.
"CHOP! DO SOMETHING! NOW!"
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Post by Reaper on Sept 9, 2009 15:37:59 GMT -5
Dark chocked and choughed, gasping for air as she struggled under his pole. Her ears were ringing and her vision still blurry. She tried her best to gather herself enough to think clearly, or at least enough to get herself out of this ordeal. She dropped her halberd and brought her leg around his. Gripping both ends of the pole, she shifted her weight and pushed up on him throwing him forward and off of her.
Stumbling forward rubbing her neck she hit the wall. Holding out her hand she called her halberd to her. She put it back in its holder. Using the wall she tried her best to follow it out of the bulding. Reaching for her radio, but she stopped. Her mind and her own pride stopping her from calling the others. She turned around and pulled out her daggers waiting for Malcom to make his moves, but the more she fights with him the more she realizes that shes out of her league with him.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 9, 2009 20:05:29 GMT -5
Chop looked at her oddly. She was supposed to be the one fighting, not him. He didn't like the fact that she was relying on him but it was part of working together. It was a difficult disision though. He couldnt go for the head or he would kill it using the hammer, he couldn't pierce it or he'd hit Clarissa. She hadn't been with him long enough to know she was putting him in a tough spot. Finally deciding on something he opened up the launcher and slid in an acid round. Slapping it closed he ran forward as fast as he could and took aim.
Firing the slug, rather than exploding on impact a thick slime oozed out. Soon the metal plating of the borgs chest began hissing and degrading. Finally recovering from the EMP grenade. Reaching over It grabbed both of Clarissa's shoulders with two chords. It he then flexed and moved his arms breaking free of the hold and thenlifted her up in the air. With her up above, it then used two other pincer chords to deliver blows to her abdomen. While this was going on it looked at Chop. Raising it's arms two slits opened up and it started firing out throwing stars. Diving to the side Chop managed to dodge most but was too slow as three embedded themselves into his side.
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Malcom watched Dark in ammusement. "You going to stick me?" He asked lifting his arms up. "You can barely stand." He then cracked his neck by rolling it over his shoulders. "I don't want to kill you girlie but if you keep this up I'll have to. Hate to see such a pretty thing go to waste you know." With one quick motion he vaulted the pole straight at her with the tip hitting her square in the stomache as a distraction. Jumping, he then flipped over Dark taking hold of the gorde at his side. Upon landing he started to catch her neck with it's strap to throw her across the room
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Post by Reaper on Sept 9, 2009 20:30:54 GMT -5
Dark had managed to correct herself enough to flip in the air and land on her feet. Kneeling for a moment she reached up to drop her halberd to the ground. She reached up to her chest plate letting it hit the ground as well. Followed by her arm guards, and her leg guards. Dark shifted slightly as she glared at the man standing in front of her before dropping both her daggers to the ground. She smiled darkly as she shifted her footing. Kneeling low she used the ground to push her forward, her hands not in a fist, but rather in a straight chopping style. Down low she charged toward him, and at the last minute she pushed off the ground jumping into the air, and flipping over his back. As she landed she brought her leg around to kick him square in the back.
Landing semi- gracefully on the ground. She pivoted again bringing her foot around to strike him once more. An as he caught her leg mid swing she shifted her body to preform a back flip. Brining her foot up to strike him in the chin. An as he let go of her leg she used her hands to push off the ground into another flip before landing on her feet. She then shifted into a defense stance once more.
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Post by NotAvailable on Sept 9, 2009 21:23:28 GMT -5
Clarissa took the blows, low grunts slipping out her mouth before a smirk came into play. She wasstill grasping onto her shotun in such a way that she'd able to fire head on at him. Just a little more and she'd be able to pull off her newly learned maneuver.
But to be sure, the woman squeezed down on the trigger, firing off her last special round into it's chest, ripping through the melting metal. That forced it to release her again. Landing sloppily on her feet,she clutched her stomach and laughed.
"Is that...is that all you got you heap of scrap!?" she yelled, approaching at it. Upon having it lash out at her again, she leapt to the side,rolling along the cold pavement.She rolled back onto her feet and reloaded her shotgun, sending him a cold glare. "Come on! Surely you can do better to protect your daddy!"
Abruptly dodging a couple more attacks, she managed to slip closer to him and sent off another to rounds through it's back. She kicked her leg forward, pushing him upward a little when he spun around in an attempt to hit her. Clarissa dropped to a crawl and went between his legs, appearing infront of him and shoving the crowbar deep into it's chest, pulling and prying on some of the remaining platings.
When she heard some loud scratching and clicking, she pushed all her weight down and made a nice, thick piece come flying off. Bout time thecyborg realized what the hell she was doing, she'd backed away further, sticking close to Chop.
"Sorry Chop. Just not use to fighting 100% cyborg actually..."
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