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Post by Knife on Jun 14, 2016 21:01:55 GMT -7
Safely managing to escape the duo of Gilgamesh and Inkblot Knife was given the free moment needed to feel the full extent of his wounds. The titanium mask he wore was nearly cracked completely in half from only a glancing blow delivered from Gilgamesh, the man wasn't someone Knife was prepared to fight against yet. Stretching his sore shoulder muscles from the combination of Inkblot's assault and his tumble into a mailbox Knife surveyed the battlefield. His explosion trick had been a poorly planned escape, he likely could have easily been followed had anyone cared to try, but luck had been with him and Knife seemed to have been forgotten by his enemies.
With a quick review Knife could tell the battle was closely even, both sides laying in with swift and heavy tactic's reach player on the board only steps away from victory. That needed to change and change fast. Spotting Inkblot's heavy fall brought on by what appeared to be a mirror of herself the masked man decided it was time to end the biggest threat.
Remove the source of paint and even the woman with the bombs would fail to cover to much more in red.
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Post by Stunt Double on Jun 14, 2016 23:02:21 GMT -7
If her body language was anything to go by, the paint-covered super did not appreciate being thrown into a dumpster.
"Wow, looks like you're seeing red!" Satisfied with meeting his one-liner quota for the hour, Stunt Double turned to survey the rest of the battle.
Things were looking... dicey at best, in his estimation. The knife-wielding ally was nowhere to be seen, while Lemon and Girugamesh were facing down the hi-tech armored super that seemed to be the only one standing between the town and total paint coverage. Stunt Double had initially taken the armored super to be a human with technological enhancements, but the damage made it look like it might almost be robotic to the core. An android, then, rather than a cyborg... Stunt Double had no idea where he had learned that distinction.
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Post by PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 on Jun 15, 2016 0:06:17 GMT -7
   PANOPTICON Ver 3.023 analyzing combat data... --- Interference (Obfuscation) by Knife against inkblot results in SUCCESS, +5% combat advantage Interference (Obfuscation) by Stunt Double against Limen results in SUCCESS, +5% combat advantage Interference (Reversion) by Limen against HaLOS results in FAILURE due to equal-or-greater suppression by the Interference (Obfuscation) Stunt Double used Accumulation (Information) by Gilgamesh against Accumulation (Information) results in SUCCESS, +10% combat advantage Gilgamesh inkblot and Limen have reached 100% combat advantage! They have worn down the opposition enough that it is possible to escape and continue painting without pursuit. All participants receive 10 Notoriety for their part in the battle! Analyzing possible outcomes... 1. Spread out from here and tag as wide an area as possible.
This could be seen as claiming a larger region of the city in the name of Pandaemonium.
Effect: +5 Pandaemonium Prestige2. Stay to a smaller area, but completely saturate it with paint!
Just... totally and utterly ruin the place.
Effect: +50 additional Notoriety each for Gilgamesh inkblot and Limen As the one who started the scheme, inkblot gets the final choice. |
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Being selfish doesn't make you special.
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Post by inkblot on Jun 15, 2016 11:33:05 GMT -7
(Taking option 2)
A clang of metal, a flash in her eyes, and constantly building anger at the pests who stood in her way for no reason at all. By the time she made it back up to the roof, the dumbest had already shifted their target elsewhere.
Inkblot gave a frustrated groan when her target seemed to slip away all to easily, hopping down to the ground below without a care in the world. It was as if her attacks didn't even matter, sailing through the air until slamming into the building across the street. The durable material cracked harshly, red paint dripping from the seams and giving the illusion that it bled. She would not allow herself to be bested by a patchwork group of nobodies.
But maybe she'd already won.
It was a funny thing, standing on that roof and looking out at the sprawling city around her. She was given a new perspective on the battlefield, and a view on how things really stood. Maybe that's why supers were always hanging out on roofs in fiction, because suddenly it all seemed so clear.
They weren't losing. She could see their enemies, see her allies, and it was so clear who was going to win that she wanted to laugh. The three interlopers had been putting up a good fight, but they couldn't hold back the color forever. Between Inkblot, Limen, and Gilgamesh they were more than capable of finishing the job.
"Come on!" she called out to her teammates, leaping down the fire escape and down to the street level. "Let's coat every inch of this place!" Roads, signs, businesses, windows, absolutely nothing would go unpainted around here. At Inkblot's core, she was always such a perfectionist.
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Post by HaLOS on Jun 16, 2016 19:58:51 GMT -7
HaLOS tried its best to recover as much data from the traffic cameras as possible before they got blind-sighted from the paint. Clearly the whole situation started to went out of control, the whole neighborhood is about 98% covered in red paint, and the Pandaemonium doesn’t seems to show any sign of stopping. Barely jumping out of Limen’s another arrow stabbing attempt on its neck, HaLOS hopped away from her. The damaged part in its abdomen started to make more electrical spark, clearly the damage is a bit more severe than it originally thought. Scanning the whole system, the robotic unit is still function, but any more stress and it would be unable to function properly.
When the hooded Gilgamesh started to make his way toward it, HaLOS can tell from his eyes that he’s also curious about the specimen in front of him. If he managed to get his hand on the broken robotic unit, that might be a problem. Calculating the logical method of ensure its secret design and such, HaLOS concluded on one simple action.
It began to transfer the data that it recorded from the robotic unit wirelessly back to its main-frame. Once it finished, the robotic unit pulled out a grenade from its coat pocket, pulled its pin out and immediately jam it right into the damaged abdomen.
“Acti-t-vating self-de-e-stttrict seqence in 3…2…1”
With a large explosion, the whole robotic unit got completely obliterated into small chunk of metals flying in a large blast radius of 20 feet. Any supers who would be stupid enough to get close to it, even if they managed to dodge the blast, might get at least some metal chucks flying at them like shrapnel of a bomb. The only thing that was left behind from the explosion is a large black burn mark on the street and shattered glasses all around. HaLOS knew this is a very excessive method, but with this it can ensure no trace of its hardware on the robotic unit got left behind for anyone to reverse-engineer its original design.
“Data obtain,” HaLOS’ main-frame said, “robotic unit is destroyed, information secure. Transferring files to memory unit for future calculation now.”
HaLOS then activate the engineering assembly line it got control via wireless, and begin to build a new robotic unit:
“Accessing data from previous encounter, re-designing unit’s schematic, installing upgrades for future endeavor.”
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