LeeRoy

Only Two Things Come From Texas (LeeRoy Vs. Gonad)

He was furious until he found his glasses lying on the ground near his feet. Soon after his vision returned he was left speechless, not just speechless, LeeRoy was dumbfounded. Had Gonad given up? Had he just decided that LeeRoy wasn't worth his time?

Normally he would just walk away if someone grew bored with him, he's done it before a thousand times. Generally his incredible stamina outlived the beatings and he would walk away. But this wasn't a normal beating, it was an insult.

LeeRoy, you're mad, do not do it! Just leave, it's not worth it!

The protests of the voidborn fell on deaf ears as LeeRoy grabbed hold of a stool. It caught flame instantly and soon was totally engulfed in fire, he raised it over his head and lobbed it towards the seated Gonad.

"Don't leave unfinished what you started, heathen!" Though mumbled and garbled by the damage to his jaw and mouth.

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

Without any visual on the woman above, the machine made a calculated assumption of her location after she moved away from the storm of light spears. She would continue her pattern backwards over or around the hole plowed through the hull of the ship. Probably a serpentine to avoid his follow up assault, at least that's what he assumed. His calculations are based entirely on logical assumptions based on the abilities that she had demonstrated so far. Without knowledge of her charge's effect, he had no idea that she had instead rocketed towards the end of the ship.

So this wound up a dual edged misinterpretation of both party's intentions and ability.

As she traveled to the end of the ship, Virtuoso made a U-turn inside of the ship. Tracking a dummy marker that he had created to vaguely gauge the distance from himself and her. After a short burst down a long hallway, he slammed upwards into the roof. Generating another pair of blades on his shoulders to assist in his vertical ascent through the layers of the ship. As he rose, he produced two more in the middle of another floor of the massive cruiser, creating an almost pincer looking aparatus of light. During his vertical movement, he weaved around a strange web-like structure of energy that had almost interrupted his movement. At the moment, it seemed like nothing. Though if he had touched it, it would have proved fatal.

Upon the final moments of his ascent, he burst through the hull of the ship and snapped his makeshift claw towards the dummy marker. It would have gone off without a hitch and Cee would have been speared from six bladed weapons and locked in place from below. If Virtuoso had expected what happened next. Just as he left the ship, literally less than half a second after bursting from the ship like a Xenomorph infant, the ship was absolutely destroyed by a blast of supercharged energy from the mechanical woman. He hadn't expected this, he hadn't expected this at all. The ship's body was melted and disintegrated almost entirely, this amount of power was totally un-precedented. In fact, she'd barely demonstrated anything harmful to him at all. Superficial damage at best, but this would have annihilated him.

How many times can she fire that!?

Though the shot had missed, Virtuoso had gone from calm to almost panicked. Well, not panicked, this had just become more of an emergency than it had been before. What was one a nuisance was now a genuine threat, and he was not happy about that.

The visage of an angel fell away as he dropped off all unnecessary vents of energy. Maintaining only those of his feet and shoulders. The blades of light too fell apart, his arms lowered to his sides and his singular radial eye focused on the source of that devastating blast. As he watched her, the ship was in his periphery. It crumbled beneath its own weight, and he almost shuddered to imagine what it would have felt like to have been inside of that as it was destroyed. Somehow he had managed to avoid the initial web-like blast. It hadn't registered in his processing as something that would have threatened him until he had already moved from harm's way.

Virtuoso was, how do humans say it? Perturbed.

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

Writing up that post now, I came home and went to bed. That's how tired I was.

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

@DLL

I'm home in a few minutes, so I'll be posting shortly after.

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

@DLL
I feel, I was going to post today but I got called away for personal stuff. Tomorrow's a holiday so I've got extra time after work to post, so I'll have one then, guaranteed.

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

In my solo 1v1 roleplays, I'm guilty of far worse y'know. Right now I'm holding up DLL at 2 weeks. Work is stressful, work with ignorant assholes is even more stressful and the only thing I do these days is sleep. But when my turn to post in this rolls around, I'm on it like greased lightning.

Do we seriously have to wait a week every single time your turn rolls around, @Negatomsk

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

@DLL Expect a post tomorrow, if you're actually on.

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

@NEGATOMSK & @Starfall second call.

Only Two Things Come From Texas (LeeRoy Vs. Gonad)

@Doc Doctor
It was one of those momentdays of divine realization of one's own mistake as he threw his weight willingly in the direction that Gonad had been aiming to pull him. Though he was no lightweight it was as though he were a plaything in the hands of a child as he slammed into the floor with so much force that his stomach projectiled his lunch from his mouth over his face. Broken bits of tooth clattered across the floor and danced with splinters of wood that were thrown from the point of impact.

On his back he felt like a woman who had bedded a man at least thrice her size, and was really regretting it the next day. The scientist also felt as though his ribs had broken from the slam, though it could just be the sharp pain of his back on the floor. He would check later. Right now he attempted to right himself into a seated position once again, his eyes now totally blurred due to the lack of glasses. His reflective and refractive glasses were actually impotant, and now they were somewhere outside his reach.

Today was not a good day for him, and honestly he was starting to get a bit mad. Something he hasn't felt since he crash landed on a desert planet with a Goliath as his only traveling companion. He raised his right hand to about face level as he sat there on the floor, the palm facing outwards from his own face.

I swear to at least five gods, I'm going to burn off your face. So I never have to imagine that cold aloof stare again.

The World of War: Central Hub/Main Thread/Chen's Tavern

@Doc Doctor S'a good thing I was gonna accept your character anyway, because this ain't a jump in.