LeeRoy

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

In response to Gonad's plunge to the floor, so too did LeeRoy plunge. But not just a normal plunge.

No no. LeeRoy's actually mad for once, an emotion beyond boredom for the first time in around thirty years. The Scientist had intentionally left distance between himself and Gonad when he hurtled the stool at him. For he had realized that by crippling the legs of the barbarian, he had somehow given him the tactical advantage over leverage over himself. Despite that not making sense in literally any context aside from this one.

LeeRoy ran forward a few steps, accelerated by his powered suit's cervos. Giving him an incredible amount of speed for just a few steps in one direction, before Gonad and himself had reached eachother's throats he dropped to his knees. Slamming them against the ground in force, maintaining his forward momentum as he stooped to Gonad's level. (Quite literally.) And in that instant he threw himself into the world's most clean power slide across the floor, drawing both of his hands backwards before thrusting both towards Gonad's chest with open palms. A palm thrust of epic burning proportions, an immolating slap towards his chest that would serve as a fantastic answer to Gonad's own rush.

This would likely negate Gonad's charge towards him, but if it didn't he would be left open to be grabbed. This serves to interrupt his attack and counter attack simultaneously, preventing Gonad's previous action from going through if successful. If unsuccessful, it would serve only as a slight inconvenience in the middle of his attack.

In that moment, we swore we were Bollywood stars.

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

@ImportantNobody
We didn't last long enough to get to the first real punch.

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

It was drowned by the screaming of molten and folding metal below and the sound of her formative rocket barrage, but he spoke anyway. "You have shown me that you are quite determined to play your game with me." Unmoving and stoic in the air over the smoldering wreckage of the starship, Virtuoso's eye watched as she raised an army of projectiles.

In answer to her formation of projectiles, Virtuoso's body began pumping out spear-shaped weapons that ejected from each port and grew to a rough size of two feet in length and three inches in diameter. Large pyramid wedges of golden light that arranged themselves in a hexagonal pattern in front of him. "I have learned much from this experience, be thankful that your memory will not be disposed of." He spoke more and more, though certain it would not be heard, it was unnecessary exposition to clear the silent and boring time of his own formative period.

Each spear filled the hexagonal pattern before him in a loose protective barrier of light that would serve as his primary deterring factor in her oncoming onslaught. As she unleashed her first wave of projectiles, so too did he. From the outer limits of his hexagonal barrier he unleashed a hundred spears in a collapsing cone pattern towards the gout of explosive rounds. The hundreds of spears soon morphed to thousands as the collapsing cone narrowed and the hexagonal pattern's shape finally became clear in its brilliance. As each spear fired it became obvious that they weren't aimed directly at any of the oncoming projectiles, but simply in a straight line. However, while the missiles in their random pattern would overlap with his grid, the grid of spears would not overlap with itself.

Forming a secondary layer of comparable size to the previous as the first barrier wore itself down by firing inwards, Virtuoso not only maintained his defensive but moved naturally into an offensive of his own. Not focusing on his full body ventilation anymore, he was now able to manifest his own projectiles just as quickly and significantly more organized than Cee's own. This had become what amounts to a Touhou Shoot-Em-Up. With two incredibly skilled masters of projectiles launching wave after wave of projectile towards the other, using their own projectiles as a method of disrupting the other's. As his own barrier of semi-transparent light formed between him and Cee's rounds, however, he managed to accidentally negate her disruptive flashbang rounds. It caused a slight error in his visual reception as the several visual disruption rounds passed through the translucent barrier of light. He noted the change and produced what amounts to a helmet around his face. Blue light spectrum to maintain a proper colorized field of view, since this was a oxygenated atmosphere.

Though the two of them were continuing their movements as they fired, Virtuoso's grid had maintained a locked distance away from himself. Only moving forward when another layer was formed, and don't get it twisted, every time the barrier wears down it forms another backup grid. Leaving no moment of total exposure to her onslaught. Each grid formed with a secondary intermediate point system of spears, in the center of each hexagon was a spear that moved out of line with the rest of the spears. This spear fired in a straight line towards the circular zone that he had marked in his HUD for Cee's position. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her through her illusory field, if he fired towards a vague zone with enough projectiles he would eventually strike true.

This all seems terrible organized, but this is from an entirely analytical point of view. Of course they weren't firing perfect every time. As the bubble rounds detonated they sent the spears skittering off in improper directions and colliding with other projectiles. Making an incredibly messy display of the back and forth between the two, but so too did his own rounds disrupt her own projectiles. As his slammed into hers, they would either cause them to explode or knock them aside and into her other missiles. Each shot that she fired was answered with a shot of his own, and even the rounds that he created that totally missed were wasted. If they missed a target, they flew off into the distance never to be seen again.

For now, they were in stalemate.

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

RIP this roleplay, I suppose I can't be particularly mad since work has me guilty of the same thing. But not posting for almost two weeks and holding up one person isn't quite as bad as not posting for almost two weeks and holding up four.

Arena Chat Thread

Hey, I'm thinking of becoming a ghost writer for some cash on the side. Does anyone here have any experience with it? I know @Skallagrim does, but he's gone for a while. Maybe for the long haul this time around.

If anyone does have any experience, does anyone have any tips?

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.