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Hey Lug, ScreenAcne asked me to tell you he's been caught up working on a project, so he might be a little slow with posts. Just a heads up. He said he'll make sure not to drag the RP too much though.
ID: Ryan Harper
Location: Great Lake
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Riff
The water had stilled once again, moonlight glinting strangely off its blackened surface. Riff stared at it intently, still barely capable of coherent thought. He was programmed for this. How had he allowed so much damage? His electronics were beginning to regain some sort of balance, but a lot of them were absolutely fried. It wasn’t something he’d been prepared to cope with. It wasn’t something that was supposed to be able to happen to him.
The moon’s reflection rippled suddenly before his gaze. His twitching arms struggled to lift the rifle, yet he did not relent.
Water licked at Ryan’s ankles, rushing through the bullet hole, trickling through various cracks and crannies, dripping its cold and unnerving warnings down her bare back. If it reached the damaged wires she suspected she’d fry on the spot. A thought that didn’t occur to her until she felt the first droplet hit her shoulderblade. She was livid.
The lake churned as a large metal dome began emerging from its depths. The machine rose slowly, with the imminence of an ancient beast awoken from its slumber, slicks of oil and mire trailing past it and dripping down its frame. The Sentinel’s joints screeched and whirred menacingly as it stepped out onto the shore, its feet tracking sludge from the bottom of the lake.
Riff’s finger finally complied and squeezed the trigger. A single shot echoed out. It glanced off the top of her hull. He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten to set it to automatic…
Several tons of metal rammed into him, easily swiping him off his feet. She hadn’t even bothered to shoot. The android didn’t attempt to dodge. A fraction of his conscience registered that he was suffering severe physical damage. Riff felt his back grinding against rock and the immense pressure of what now seemed like a wall of steel pushing at his chest. He vaguely recognized the sound of the waterfall somewhere to his right. The last thought that passed through his mind was how nice it would’ve been if he’d brought his guitar up there.
The second jolt of electricity had finished him. Ryan knew that. She sat there in the cockpit, frozen, for more than half an hour, staring at her display. The man’s visor had cracked from the impact, revealing a single eye, wide open, with a strange look to it. After a while feeling started to return to her limbs. Her grip on the controls relaxed and the mech stepped back, allowing the limp body to fall to the ground with a dull thud. Her trembling hands slowly pulled the singed tank top back on and, after a few moments, she gathered the courage to open the hatch and slip out of the machine for the first time since she’d entered the tournament. The girl made a few timid steps towards her opponent, and carefully crouched down beside him, after making sure the rifle was no longer within his reach. Her aching fingers clumsily slipped under his collar. She pulled out his phylactery, then quickly crawled back into the safety of the mech. She curled up on the still wet floor panel, clutching the heart shaped object to her chest, and concentrated on the feeling of cold metal against her skin. The night was still again.
Location: Great Lake
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Riff
The water had stilled once again, moonlight glinting strangely off its blackened surface. Riff stared at it intently, still barely capable of coherent thought. He was programmed for this. How had he allowed so much damage? His electronics were beginning to regain some sort of balance, but a lot of them were absolutely fried. It wasn’t something he’d been prepared to cope with. It wasn’t something that was supposed to be able to happen to him.
The moon’s reflection rippled suddenly before his gaze. His twitching arms struggled to lift the rifle, yet he did not relent.
Water licked at Ryan’s ankles, rushing through the bullet hole, trickling through various cracks and crannies, dripping its cold and unnerving warnings down her bare back. If it reached the damaged wires she suspected she’d fry on the spot. A thought that didn’t occur to her until she felt the first droplet hit her shoulderblade. She was livid.
The lake churned as a large metal dome began emerging from its depths. The machine rose slowly, with the imminence of an ancient beast awoken from its slumber, slicks of oil and mire trailing past it and dripping down its frame. The Sentinel’s joints screeched and whirred menacingly as it stepped out onto the shore, its feet tracking sludge from the bottom of the lake.
Riff’s finger finally complied and squeezed the trigger. A single shot echoed out. It glanced off the top of her hull. He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten to set it to automatic…
Several tons of metal rammed into him, easily swiping him off his feet. She hadn’t even bothered to shoot. The android didn’t attempt to dodge. A fraction of his conscience registered that he was suffering severe physical damage. Riff felt his back grinding against rock and the immense pressure of what now seemed like a wall of steel pushing at his chest. He vaguely recognized the sound of the waterfall somewhere to his right. The last thought that passed through his mind was how nice it would’ve been if he’d brought his guitar up there.
The second jolt of electricity had finished him. Ryan knew that. She sat there in the cockpit, frozen, for more than half an hour, staring at her display. The man’s visor had cracked from the impact, revealing a single eye, wide open, with a strange look to it. After a while feeling started to return to her limbs. Her grip on the controls relaxed and the mech stepped back, allowing the limp body to fall to the ground with a dull thud. Her trembling hands slowly pulled the singed tank top back on and, after a few moments, she gathered the courage to open the hatch and slip out of the machine for the first time since she’d entered the tournament. The girl made a few timid steps towards her opponent, and carefully crouched down beside him, after making sure the rifle was no longer within his reach. Her aching fingers clumsily slipped under his collar. She pulled out his phylactery, then quickly crawled back into the safety of the mech. She curled up on the still wet floor panel, clutching the heart shaped object to her chest, and concentrated on the feeling of cold metal against her skin. The night was still again.
-Threat eliminated-
ID: Ryan Harper
Location: Great Lake
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Riff
She mumbled a curse as the man disappeared over the edge, and as the machine quickly regained its stability she immediately stepped towards the delicate mist of the waterfall. It turned out to not be the smartest move. Riff had emerged just below, his rifle pointed directly where he expected her to appear. A small smirk passed his lips behind the visor when she did just that.
The bullet hit her before she had the time to even spot him. It was the work of a virtuoso. This time, coming from below, it had managed to bypass most of her layers of armour and shot a hole straight through to the cabin, grazing her underarm and causing something behind her to emit a shower of sparks over her bare shoulders. The usual scent of motor oil, metal and sweat was quickly overpowered by the sharp stench of burning rubber and melted wires. The air around her was starting to get heavy with smoke. She reeled back in her seat, heart suddenly racing, taking the controls with her. The Sentinel made a few frantic steps back before a second shot could follow and once again remained still.
Its pilot was attempting to regain her composure, hands still clutching the controls with the grip of a drowning man to a stray branch. An alert she knew she had to immediately address beeped incessantly somewhere to her side and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Ryan sat there, paralysed, for a few seconds. The sudden sharp sting in her right arm snapped her out of her stupor. She swung back to assess the damage. Smoke billowed from the panel containing the wiring to the right-hand gun. Her eyes darted around the place for a rag that wasn‘t soaked in something flammable. She eventually pulled off her tank top and smacked at the smoldering rubber insulation a couple of times until it stopped smoking. Most of the wires were either severed or melted together. Ryan grabbed the entire bunch at the base and ripped it out. There was no time to fix the gun now, no point in risking any more short circuits.
She returned in position and breathed in for the first time in a while. Then coughed immediately after. That didn‘t matter now, she had to make her brain cooperate. He had the upper hand at this angle. If she went back to the edge she was a sitting duck. He was too quick for that. If she just sat here and waited for him he‘d have the advantage of planning his attack. Her thoughts ran so frantically she could barely form them before they got dismissed. It became clear to her that there was only one way to get to him without becoming an easy target.
The Sentinel hurled itself off the cliff, a single gatling gun ripping holes into the mirror-like surface of the lake. It was a magnificent view, in a way. There was something terrifying about the way the moonlight glinted off its hull as the massive machine plunged into the depths, a tidal wave spreading all around it. It engulfed Riff, sending him tumbling under the water. He‘d expected anything but this. Several bullets had hit their mark and he could feel water trickling into his suit faster and faster. It took him a moment to determine up and down and another to find the mass of bubbles indicating the mech‘s position. He swam up, intending to get to the shore and shoot from there. Ryan flicked a switch. A jolt of electricity ran through every single circuit in the android‘s body. For a while his own perception of self seemed to disappear into the current. Then it stopped. His body twitched strangely as he focused all of his being in trying to get to shore.
N.oTH.ing-i S rI..gh-t
-en.tir-e bRA i n..
s cR-a Mb.l e
He flopped onto the shore and stood up with some effort. Every move felt jerky, strange and imprecise. He couldn‘t shoot but he clutched the rifle in his shaky hands despite it. He couldn‘t think.
The Sentinel wasn‘t waterproof. It was insulated enough to give her some time but the cabin would flood in a matter of minutes. She had to get out of the water. All that surrounded her was the inky blackness at the bottom of the lake. She stepped forward, hoping her stunt had served its purpose.
Location: Great Lake
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Riff
She mumbled a curse as the man disappeared over the edge, and as the machine quickly regained its stability she immediately stepped towards the delicate mist of the waterfall. It turned out to not be the smartest move. Riff had emerged just below, his rifle pointed directly where he expected her to appear. A small smirk passed his lips behind the visor when she did just that.
The bullet hit her before she had the time to even spot him. It was the work of a virtuoso. This time, coming from below, it had managed to bypass most of her layers of armour and shot a hole straight through to the cabin, grazing her underarm and causing something behind her to emit a shower of sparks over her bare shoulders. The usual scent of motor oil, metal and sweat was quickly overpowered by the sharp stench of burning rubber and melted wires. The air around her was starting to get heavy with smoke. She reeled back in her seat, heart suddenly racing, taking the controls with her. The Sentinel made a few frantic steps back before a second shot could follow and once again remained still.
Its pilot was attempting to regain her composure, hands still clutching the controls with the grip of a drowning man to a stray branch. An alert she knew she had to immediately address beeped incessantly somewhere to her side and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Ryan sat there, paralysed, for a few seconds. The sudden sharp sting in her right arm snapped her out of her stupor. She swung back to assess the damage. Smoke billowed from the panel containing the wiring to the right-hand gun. Her eyes darted around the place for a rag that wasn‘t soaked in something flammable. She eventually pulled off her tank top and smacked at the smoldering rubber insulation a couple of times until it stopped smoking. Most of the wires were either severed or melted together. Ryan grabbed the entire bunch at the base and ripped it out. There was no time to fix the gun now, no point in risking any more short circuits.
She returned in position and breathed in for the first time in a while. Then coughed immediately after. That didn‘t matter now, she had to make her brain cooperate. He had the upper hand at this angle. If she went back to the edge she was a sitting duck. He was too quick for that. If she just sat here and waited for him he‘d have the advantage of planning his attack. Her thoughts ran so frantically she could barely form them before they got dismissed. It became clear to her that there was only one way to get to him without becoming an easy target.
The Sentinel hurled itself off the cliff, a single gatling gun ripping holes into the mirror-like surface of the lake. It was a magnificent view, in a way. There was something terrifying about the way the moonlight glinted off its hull as the massive machine plunged into the depths, a tidal wave spreading all around it. It engulfed Riff, sending him tumbling under the water. He‘d expected anything but this. Several bullets had hit their mark and he could feel water trickling into his suit faster and faster. It took him a moment to determine up and down and another to find the mass of bubbles indicating the mech‘s position. He swam up, intending to get to the shore and shoot from there. Ryan flicked a switch. A jolt of electricity ran through every single circuit in the android‘s body. For a while his own perception of self seemed to disappear into the current. Then it stopped. His body twitched strangely as he focused all of his being in trying to get to shore.
N.oTH.ing-i S rI..gh-t
-en.tir-e bRA i n..
s cR-a Mb.l e
He flopped onto the shore and stood up with some effort. Every move felt jerky, strange and imprecise. He couldn‘t shoot but he clutched the rifle in his shaky hands despite it. He couldn‘t think.
The Sentinel wasn‘t waterproof. It was insulated enough to give her some time but the cabin would flood in a matter of minutes. She had to get out of the water. All that surrounded her was the inky blackness at the bottom of the lake. She stepped forward, hoping her stunt had served its purpose.
@Lugubrious
Apologies, I meant to post this week but have been procrastinating. Should have pulled my shit together sooner. Expect both my remaining posts tonight, I've stalled this fight long enough.
Apologies, I meant to post this week but have been procrastinating. Should have pulled my shit together sooner. Expect both my remaining posts tonight, I've stalled this fight long enough.
Oh man I've missed a lot. Didn't expect to get so swamped this past week. Spring break's coming though so I'll make an effort to catch up, sorry for the radio silence Lug
@ColouredCyan@obliviousRoadie
For what it's worth, in my opinion you guys were pretty evenly matched this round, it was a really difficult vote.
For what it's worth, in my opinion you guys were pretty evenly matched this round, it was a really difficult vote.
Aaaand post is out. Sorry I didn't quite allow for an announcer post Lug, I just felt like it would flow better this way. Hopefully I portrayed Hostile's character well enough.
ID: Ryan Harper
Location: Great Lake
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Riff
“Hi there!”
With a loud whir, all barrels were pointed at the small drone.
“Neheheheheh! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! It was just a joke! I'm here to help! Look, your opponent's at that waterfall right now. If you beat him, I've got a present for ya! Okaybye!”
As the drone disappeared Ryan’s muscles released her tense grip on the controls and the mech was slowly returned to its idle stance. It now stood alone, mere inches from the water and sticking out like a sore thumb in the tranquil yet somewhat barren scenery. None of this concerned her. The Sentinel was a sturdy and imposing thing and would no doubt withstand any initial attack someone could attempt to surprise her with. She needed a moment to recover, for the second time today, from the drastic change in her surroundings.
The mech remained completely still for a while, then very slowly revolved around its waist in a smooth 360 degree motion. Ryan was surveying the area. She noted the structure in the distance, the available terrain and the direction from which she could hear the waterfall. Her eyes shifted from the viewfinder to the small radar screen underneath. It was registering no movement nearby. She directed her attention to her surroundings again. Specifically whatever that was in the distance. “Well the duel happens when we decide it happens, yeah? What if I just…go someplace else…find him later on…might be somethin’ useful there…” She leaned back in her seat and stared up at the Sentinel’s insides. A lot of them were exposed wires, tubes and electronics. Not pretty but in a pinch they were much easier to reach than if it were all covered up by shiny plates and lids. The Sentinel wasn’t made to be pretty, it was meant to be a fortress, her fortress, and she wanted to have access to its inner workings at all times. The gentle hum of its various mechanisms soothed her mind. “…Then again…a present is useful too, innit? And I could easily get back to this once the fight is over…” Her stomach balled up every time she thought of the impending duel. She had seen a few quite intimidating specimens among the people at the Atrium. She was a fortress but even fortresses can fall to the right kind of siege. The drone hadn’t mentioned who it was that waited for her at the waterfall. Ryan Harper took a deep breath and, after a few seconds, released it. She had decided to find out.
The Sentinel’s overwhelming presence was announced by its heavy metallic steps long before it had reached its destination. Ryan made no attempt at sneaking up to her opponent. A pair of gatling guns didn’t need to sneak. No sooner had she reached the top of the slope than an armor piercing bullet buried itself into her thick shell. Too thick, fortunately, for a single one to fully puncture but it had made a considerable dent and remained lodged inside it. Ryan wasted no time mulling it over and the roar of the gatling guns echoed off the surface of the lake for a good few seconds. Once she’d covered most of the area the gunshot could have come from, she stopped. The silence that followed was oddly serene, filled with the gentle chirps of crickets and the boom of the waterfall, now seeming very quiet in comparison. All that disturbed the stillness of the night were the barrels that remained spinning, still trained on the spot she’d last decimated, threatening to spew more hell if needed.
“Heh…He told me I’d be fighting a chick. Instead I get a can of bullets.” The slick voice came unexpected, from behind a large rock right by the edge of the waterfall, now considerably whittled down and surrounded by settling dust. “I was hoping to win you over with my roguish charm.” The last bit sounded almost mocking.
“If a bullet to the face is your go-to pickup line no wonder you’re still single.” The retort came with a sharpness almost strange to the tune of her voice.
Her opponent laughed from behind his cover. “Don’t be so harsh on me babe, I doubt you’d be inclined to buy a giant hunk of metal a drink if it approached you out of nowhere…Its pilot on the other hand…Say…I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I’m Axel. You can call me Riff though.”
Ryan scoffed behind her wall of steel but said nothing.
The man continued. “Look…I don’t wanna hurt you. Which I will do if I have to. So how about you come out here and we settle it peacefully…and maybe then I’ll buy you a drink. What do you say sweetcheeks?”
“No.”
“Hey, it was worth a shot...” He paused for a while. “…The offer still stands. I’ll give you a moment to think it over. I promise I’m hot!”
The Sentinel stayed in place, unrelenting. Her barrels remained at the ready.
“Ah, fine…” The voice huffed out, almost at himself. A grenade flew out from behind the rock, straight towards her. She tried to step aside but the explosion still shook her hull. At that moment an armored figure rolled out from behind its cover and threw itself off the cliff and down the waterfall. He was trying to gain distance on her.
Location: Great Lake
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Riff
“Hi there!”
With a loud whir, all barrels were pointed at the small drone.
“Neheheheheh! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! It was just a joke! I'm here to help! Look, your opponent's at that waterfall right now. If you beat him, I've got a present for ya! Okaybye!”
As the drone disappeared Ryan’s muscles released her tense grip on the controls and the mech was slowly returned to its idle stance. It now stood alone, mere inches from the water and sticking out like a sore thumb in the tranquil yet somewhat barren scenery. None of this concerned her. The Sentinel was a sturdy and imposing thing and would no doubt withstand any initial attack someone could attempt to surprise her with. She needed a moment to recover, for the second time today, from the drastic change in her surroundings.
The mech remained completely still for a while, then very slowly revolved around its waist in a smooth 360 degree motion. Ryan was surveying the area. She noted the structure in the distance, the available terrain and the direction from which she could hear the waterfall. Her eyes shifted from the viewfinder to the small radar screen underneath. It was registering no movement nearby. She directed her attention to her surroundings again. Specifically whatever that was in the distance. “Well the duel happens when we decide it happens, yeah? What if I just…go someplace else…find him later on…might be somethin’ useful there…” She leaned back in her seat and stared up at the Sentinel’s insides. A lot of them were exposed wires, tubes and electronics. Not pretty but in a pinch they were much easier to reach than if it were all covered up by shiny plates and lids. The Sentinel wasn’t made to be pretty, it was meant to be a fortress, her fortress, and she wanted to have access to its inner workings at all times. The gentle hum of its various mechanisms soothed her mind. “…Then again…a present is useful too, innit? And I could easily get back to this once the fight is over…” Her stomach balled up every time she thought of the impending duel. She had seen a few quite intimidating specimens among the people at the Atrium. She was a fortress but even fortresses can fall to the right kind of siege. The drone hadn’t mentioned who it was that waited for her at the waterfall. Ryan Harper took a deep breath and, after a few seconds, released it. She had decided to find out.
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The Sentinel’s overwhelming presence was announced by its heavy metallic steps long before it had reached its destination. Ryan made no attempt at sneaking up to her opponent. A pair of gatling guns didn’t need to sneak. No sooner had she reached the top of the slope than an armor piercing bullet buried itself into her thick shell. Too thick, fortunately, for a single one to fully puncture but it had made a considerable dent and remained lodged inside it. Ryan wasted no time mulling it over and the roar of the gatling guns echoed off the surface of the lake for a good few seconds. Once she’d covered most of the area the gunshot could have come from, she stopped. The silence that followed was oddly serene, filled with the gentle chirps of crickets and the boom of the waterfall, now seeming very quiet in comparison. All that disturbed the stillness of the night were the barrels that remained spinning, still trained on the spot she’d last decimated, threatening to spew more hell if needed.
“Heh…He told me I’d be fighting a chick. Instead I get a can of bullets.” The slick voice came unexpected, from behind a large rock right by the edge of the waterfall, now considerably whittled down and surrounded by settling dust. “I was hoping to win you over with my roguish charm.” The last bit sounded almost mocking.
“If a bullet to the face is your go-to pickup line no wonder you’re still single.” The retort came with a sharpness almost strange to the tune of her voice.
Her opponent laughed from behind his cover. “Don’t be so harsh on me babe, I doubt you’d be inclined to buy a giant hunk of metal a drink if it approached you out of nowhere…Its pilot on the other hand…Say…I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I’m Axel. You can call me Riff though.”
Ryan scoffed behind her wall of steel but said nothing.
The man continued. “Look…I don’t wanna hurt you. Which I will do if I have to. So how about you come out here and we settle it peacefully…and maybe then I’ll buy you a drink. What do you say sweetcheeks?”
“No.”
“Hey, it was worth a shot...” He paused for a while. “…The offer still stands. I’ll give you a moment to think it over. I promise I’m hot!”
The Sentinel stayed in place, unrelenting. Her barrels remained at the ready.
“Ah, fine…” The voice huffed out, almost at himself. A grenade flew out from behind the rock, straight towards her. She tried to step aside but the explosion still shook her hull. At that moment an armored figure rolled out from behind its cover and threw itself off the cliff and down the waterfall. He was trying to gain distance on her.
@Lugubrious Quick question, am I to assume the slope in the distance ends in something vertical where the waterfall is?
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