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Post by III on Sept 12, 2009 14:14:11 GMT -5
It was a most curious thing.
It had fallen out of nowhere, really. Small, domed and oh-so very shiny. Not unlike a frisbee with a dent on the topside and an actual bottom.
When approached, it opened up like some sort of metallic flower, displaying an apparent multiplicity of objects made of light. Of the twelve available, only one was obviously functional - a set of lances.
What will you do?
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OOC: Xaldin data battle! No reason, really. xD
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 12, 2009 20:02:16 GMT -5
Stitch sniffed the thing, vaguely curious.
Just what is this little--
...
Ooooooooh, lookit that! Eyes wide, the big blue ball of hyper fur wiggled his staunch rear for a moment, before leaping up to take hold of the lance.
[ YOU-A GONNA DIEEEEEEEEEEE. XDD ]
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Post by III on Sept 12, 2009 20:14:09 GMT -5
The scene shifted.
Courtyard - kind of nice, had spires, towers, windows and everything. Or would have been kind of nice if it didn't turn into a bunch of a green lines intersecting with a bunch of other green lines like some sort of giant wire model every few moments.
Underneath, flagstones flashed in and out of focus.
The only thing that seemed real at all was a cloaked and hooded figure, arms folded behind his back, apparently waiting.
Waiting, five feet off the ground.
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 12, 2009 20:24:57 GMT -5
W-w-w-w...what?!
One reality check later, Stitch was backing in surprise, mouth agape. His eyes twitched as they flickered over the new found landscape, giving him pause.
Person. Black coat? Organization!
Not one to wait for an invitation, Stitch growled and leapt into the air, straight for the poor, unfortunate soul that would feel the wrong end of Stitch's blasters.
[ High Jump II - 60 feet ]
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Post by III on Sept 12, 2009 20:35:00 GMT -5
The last thing Xaldin remembered were the electrodes. He was starting to hate things which could digitalize his consciousness. Maybe it was karma. He'd broken his fair share of electronic things in his life. Maybe it was trying to return the favor? Bah. __________________ Xaldin opened his eyes. He'd been here before. Granted, the 3-D computer model paintjob was new. And Radiant Garden's Castle had not looked so logical for many, many- Body operating faster than conscious thought, a lance appeared in an outstretched arm as Xaldin reacted out of pure instinct and attacked the thing that was aiming for him. Though he was normally fast, when surprised like this he was a hurricane of blows. [Ares, God of War: 9x combat speed, 2 post cool down] |
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 12, 2009 20:39:43 GMT -5
Stitch was promptly battered to the floor by a lance's appearance. A mild annoyance-- nothing more.
[ Strong Ability: Nigh Invincible ]
Shaking his head, Stitch turned his head sideways to look at Mr. Sideburns again.
He looked... moody.
"Bah." Gathering his senses, Stitch resumed the offensive, pulling his blasters out of who-knows-where and unleashed a massive spray from the four plasma weapons.
Let's see him get through that!, Experiment 626 thought with a cackle.
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Post by III on Sept 12, 2009 20:57:17 GMT -5
Xaldin leaped upwards [High Jump II - 60 feet], grunting as he took a stray plasma shot. Eurus had informed him that his opponent (who was small and dark enough that the wireframe model was distracting) was really, really tiny. Maybe the size of a dog.
And not an anthropomorphic one either.
Bemused that his opposition tended not to actually be conventionally heroic, Xaldin summoned the rest of his lances and sent them one after the other at the rodent.
Was it really so much to ask for a human adult to fight?
Edit: he's not really 'hanging in the air' it's just that a sixty feet leap would probably last for around 4 seconds. That's actually pretty long. My math may be off, admittedly. >>
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 13, 2009 19:43:42 GMT -5
Yeah, like he hadn't seen this one in movies. Psh.
Grinning like a madman, Stitch leapt through the air and for the incredibly dangerous lances, using an intricate combination of his ability to leap great distances, along with his ability to stick to solid objects, to virtually climb up to Xaldin's now previous position by using the high velocity the lances were traveling at to his advantage (assuming the four seconds of airtime are over) and then leaped up to his greatest potential-- a full 60 feet above Xaldin's 60.
And then he pulled out the four plasma guns.
"BANNNNZAIIIIIIIII!" shouted the four-armed alien, spittle flying in his excitement as he fired off a seemingly endless spray of green plasma for the Organization member.
Yes, there would be much fun to be had. |
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Post by III on Sept 13, 2009 19:58:59 GMT -5
[ooc: uh, well, if you're looking at it that way, technically 2 seconds. 4 seconds is going up and down. And I'm assuming that the leap isn't rocket powered or has a constant source of fuel or is instantaneous. This has been your public service announcement.]
Well, he certainly hadn't expected the creature to grab onto his lances. In fact, he was fairly certain the creature wasn't physically capable of the feat. So be it. The mechanics to this pace were a bit wonky.
He looked up and stared at the falling creature. Hot burning green rain. Lovely.
Well. If the thing thought that an attack from the air against a master of *wind* was wise, well... Engaging Aero, Xaldin leaped upwards, withstanding the rain of green energy as he sought to meet his foe. Upon the last occasion, he'd made the mistake of overestimating the creature's weight.
Not so this time. He dismissed his other four lances and prepped his attack combination.
[Aero: 2/3 : 50% damage rec'd, force effects felt, weak wind damage to opp. while close, 3 more posts. High jump II - 60 foot leap.]
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 13, 2009 20:16:12 GMT -5
And then Stitch decided to throw one of his guns at Xaldin. More precisely, using his supercomputer level genius intellect, straight at his head.
Metal against skull, even with the wind trying to buffet it, would be interesting...
Well, Stitch thought so, anyhow.
And so Stitch descended-- in all truthfulness, he already had been. Xaldin would reach the blue, furry, inane monstrosity before he reached the full apex of his jump.
And then Stitch waved his butt at the ugly black robed person. "Tchuki-cheeba!"
Actually, I bet Xaldin could his the broadside of a planet. On a good day. If it wasn't raining. Or if there was someone to push him towards it encouragingly. Or-- |
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Post by III on Sept 13, 2009 20:31:16 GMT -5
Xaldin was in good physical condition. Peak, even.
Fighters, like academics, learned things if they wished to survive. It came part and parcel with existence : if instinct could take you over the hill, you wouldn't *need* to learn it. That you did meant it was important.
Xaldin had learned, among other things, how to almost harmlessly divert the course of an attack. Basic, really. Push away at the inside of the wrist instead of the broadside of a knuckle, and your energy expenditure shrinks dramatically.
Xaldin had hit the gun three times on its anatomical equivalent before it even reached close to him, and still he was floored by the energy of the attack as it jolted through the lance, nearly ripping it from his hand. The transferred momentum meant that his descent had been forcefully reversed - he could drop back down slowly, if needed - while the gun itself wandered off further down at a rapid click.
What the heck had that power-?
Wait.
WAS THAT THING MOONING HIM?
[Action recap: Xaldin floating downwards. 2 posts of Aero left.]
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Post by Rocket! on Sept 13, 2009 20:47:19 GMT -5
[ MOONING! YES, THAT'S THE WORD! ;D ]
Stitch cackled at the sight of Xaldin's expression. Oh, today could only get better.
Pocketing the three plasma guns still in hand, Stitch kept an eye on Xaldin as he floating for the ground. The bugger's obviously got some interesting flight controls... beyond that... he shrugged.
WHAM went all six of Stitch's appendages into the flagstones underfoot. Gripping six, Stitch grinned with evil thoughts written across his face as he whipped them skyward.
Stitch vaguely wondered what he could do if he could get his hands on one of those lances...
[ Vast Strength in use for velocity and power of the projectiles ]
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Post by III on Sept 13, 2009 21:06:58 GMT -5
Though they sparkled into and out of existence, Xaldin was very quickly informed that they were real.
And hurt.
Wincing from the first blow which had slammed into his protective winds at an angle and sent him bouncing about, Xaldin counted on the creature's lack of bulk to keep it from staying anchored and sent a gust of wind at it as he struggled to control his growing annoyance.
[Boreas, active form: gale-force winds, capable of moving a car 1-2 meters, 3 post cool-down. 1 post of Aero left.]
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Post by Rocket! on Nov 15, 2009 17:38:47 GMT -5
[ *gets back in a thread with Dei* ]
waaaaAAaAAAAAAAaaa...!
Head over heels, he was. A blue blur of fur in the air for all of 3 feet.
Less than a second later, Stitch's claws were grappling against fine tile, gripping at the grooves in the work, trying to punct-- suceeding in puncturing the work!
Too fast for the eye to see, Stitch was down and gripping the ground under the tile as the wind buffeted him.
Gr--grah! Strom weather?
With six limbs in the ground, he wasn't going anywhere just yet.
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Post by III on Nov 15, 2009 22:56:50 GMT -5
[ooc: of the things I was not expecting...]
The last maneuver had been fairly straightforward. This one would prove slightly less. As the wind died down, its power expended, Xaldin sent his forth his lances. Calculating vectors in his head, he watched them plunge towards the prostrated blue... rodent thing.
He was beginning to despair at actually killing it. It appeared as nimble as a cockroach and twice as tough.
Not to mention approximately several million times stronger. How *did* all that muscle fit into such a compact frame anyhow?
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao