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    Re: ULMF the Third (RP Thread)

    Shade sighs, making a mental note to look into these bots, and sets off with a high powered burst of speed no human could hope to match without having a catastrophic asthma attack. He set his sights on catching the others, letting his instincts take over, knowing that in a situation like this, they could well save his life. Still moving quickly, he allows his hand to move to his sword hilt, readying so it will be quick to draw, scanning the path ahead quickly along his headlong dash.

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      "Oh god damn it!" Grave swore as he charged forward, moving towards Burrito to support him. He had no intentions of engaging the weird bots in melee. Despite their strange appearance, they seemed to be quite deadly. He had no hope of avoiding all the wires and he doubted his magic would shield him against that kind of voltage for long. And unlike the cyborg, he didn't recover from massive electric shocks that easily. Rather, he intended to stay out of their reach and just blast them with lances of dark energy, hoping to punch through their armor with focused firepower. They had to get through those guys, one way or another.
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        Shrike frowned a bit as the bots in the hallways she was covering slowly increased in number. She spotted Shade making a dash for them from the control room, and made a gap for him to jump through when he arrived. with the entire group together, she changed her tactics a bit, moving back towards the exit hallway as far as she could without crowding the rest of the group into whatever was stalling them behind her, trying to slim the barrier's profile against the two side passages. the ones directly in front of her would hit a bit harder, but it should relieve the pressure somewhat. Slowly, she started to feel the smallest of headaches forming in the back of her head...
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          Burrito seems to jitter as he stands up, his system resetting and the mechanical portions of his brain rebooting from the shock. When that was all said and done, his right eye had changed to a blue, to match his left. "That hurt quite a bit." he says calmly, staring the machines down and running several calculations through his brain as he did so, also turning to look about at the old members of his squad. "Grave, flank behind them. If we hit them in a pincer move, I doubt their AI will be able to handle the stress." he says, fully aware of Grave's powers over darkness. "Someone give me something to shoot these assholes with!" he yells, a tell-tale tone of 'Hurry up' and 'I don't give a shit about what YOU'RE doing, help me' kicking in.
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            Shade nods his thanks to Shrike, handing Occam his revolver after his outburst, muttering: "I was always better with a sword anyway." Noticing what Shrike is up to, he lends her a bit of his energy, which while very alien, also has a rare quality hard to pinpoint and is surprisingly easy to integrate into the workings. Drawing his sword, he grins as he notices the electrical discharge of the bots, an idea springing into his brain.

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              "Easier SAID than DONE, damn it!" Grave eyed the flailing cords. He tried to get a bit closer, without much success - those damn wires were freaking everywhere. At least Burrito seemed to be going back to normal, which meant he wasn't likely to kill anyone on the team too soon. Focusing, the darkling summoned more power, preparing himself for a dangerous stunt. First, he intended to launch himself with a big burst of energy OVER the bot's heads. He reinforced his armor in case he got hit, but he wasn't sure if it would be enough... Which is why he was also storing power for a second burst, one that would hopefully knock the wires away from him. Destroying them would take too much time, so he decided to use a wave of pure magic power to keep them away from him.
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                Grave’s initial bolt of darkness at least knocked the machine down; doing damage was another matter. With a hit that should have turned any metal bot into scrap, the strange bot’s armour was somewhat dented as it got back up with a whirr.

                The cords that had been assaulting Burrito coiled back into the machine he backed off, regaining himself enough to start giving orders. “That might work, except they’re not bots!” Host shouts quickly over the combat, before Grave could follow through on Burrito’s plan. “They’re Creations, of Toonpimp’s – they may look like machines, but Gods only know how they actually work!”

                The demon had been trying to shoot out their eyes; even though his rounds hit their largely immobile target, the eye apparently has the same unnatural protection as the rest of the ‘machine’, and his adversaries remained intact.


                “Goddamnit, the difficulty of these things is ridiculous!” Host complained, no longer wasting his time making shots at a bot he can’t damage. ”How the hell is something like this even supposed to be fought!? For fuck sake, give us a chance here, Toonpimp!” Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, one of the rear-two bots attempts another missile strike. This time, Host shot at the missile well before launch – detonating it inside the Creation’s chest, launching a small cloud of smoke rather than an explosive. The machine didn’t blow apart, but it certainly sparked, and its single eye dimmed as its head drooped.

                “…Aha.” You didn’t have to see Host to know he was grinning.

                Sinful followed through on the moment of serendipity, racing at the odd creations with her sword in what seemed to be an incredibly inadvisable move. The closer one opened its chest cavity, a bundle of cords twisting out – until sinful’s blade punctured it, stabbing the armoured creature in its exposed inner workings. A few still working cords thrashed and whipped her as she attacked, cutting slightly with the exposed metal at the ends of the wires, but she seemed to be unharmed by the electricity – or perhaps she had gotten lucky and damaged its ability to send a current through the cords. Its attack ended slowly as the mercenary carved up its guts with her blade, until the creation fell dormant.

                Unfortunately the attack also put her next to thethird,and last active creation. Being in close range, the unnatural construct opted for cables again, unwinding to kill the girl. Sinful had hoped to destroy both before they could properly defend themselves, but still attempted to finish the job anyway. Shesliced at the cables as she approached the last creation, cutting through some – but far from enough. More than a few bared wires zapped her in quick succession, each one stinging and numbing the mercenary – but somehow not killing her, the cables seemingly carrying far less charge than when Burrito had been attacked. Still, that only made things more complicated. The black cords wrapped Sinful’s arms and legs without issue, her ability to protect herself hindered by the localised currents disrupting her ability to control her limbs. Before anyone could really try to disentangle her, Sinful was pulled directly in front of the creation, effectively totally covering its only weakspot with a human shield. While the thing was also simultaneously unable to attack with anything barring its unoccupied cords, that only extended to people who weren’t Sinful. The wires at the end of the cords slowly extended, piercing the skin and digging in, worming about against muscles. As much as the proud woman gritted her teeth, her agony came through in less than muffled screams – ‘weak’ or not, a current hurts a hell of a lot more with a direct line to your internals, as if the entry wasn’t painful enough.

                “You stupid- if someone can, kill it, it would be good to do so before it gets any further!” Hissed Host, trying to find a way to make the nigh impossible shot without killing Sinful.To make matters worse, a pair of formerly-wraith bots walked into view at the end of the corridor the group was trying to travel down, noticing them at much the same time. Shrike might be defending all but one path from wandering bots, but one was enough.

                The telepath was almost having an easy time of things compared to the group – most of the bots in the facility were apparently the formerly wraith owned ones, and they had a fairly constricting flaw – their programming was designed to fight with wraith stunners, not human weapons. While the layout of a gun and a stunner was quite similar, the alien weapon had a cooldown of about two seconds between shots – and the bots were, of course, designed to take that into account…leaving them pulling the trigger on their automatic riflesonce every two seconds.While the other varied bots at least knew how to use human weapons, there was only so much room in a corridor for the bots to be able to attack her in – and they had effectively reached saturation, some of the machines tripping up each other with poorly thought out movement decisions. While the threat of the bots weren’t exactly going away, they wouldn’t be getting any more dangerous for the ULMFer.

                Frag Out

                She heard the tinksomewhere down the right-side passage, almost after the robotic voice announced the attack, though the telepath hadn’t felt it impact her psionic projection.It took Shrike a precious second to see the grenade, rolled right against the inside wall - and certainly close enough to reach her with the blast.
                I apologise for the above post.

                MINION! Get on the fucking forum before I come over with a bag of nails! I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them yet, but I'm sure it'll be both gory and painful for you! (So try not to get too aroused, you sick guro-masochist.)

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                  Re: ULMF the Third (RP Thread)

                  Shade steps next to Host, a faint trace of a smile on his lips as he watches the struggle. "Why do they always use electricity," he mutters to no one in particular, raising his hands in front of his body. He clenches his hands into fists, and the dim outline of a shield appears around Sinful, before a faint creaking noise emanates from his hands as he tightens them, slowly solidifying the shield in an effort to slice through the cables.

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                    The strain on Shrike's abilities was no longer increasing, but it was also not getting any easier. Her headache had grown to include most of her forehead as well. Every so often, a bullet would hit more squarely, the energy required to stop it instead of deflecting it feeling like someone was flicking a finger against the inside of her skull. She hazarded a glance back just in time to see the first two of them fall, and the third take hold of Sin. There was nothing she could do though, unless the whole group wanted to deal with a crossfire situation, which would end up much worse. Speaking of much worse...

                    The grenade tinked and thunked it's way down the hall, landing just a few feet away from her, near the wall. "Fuck, grenade!" She yelled, moving back fully into the hallway they were trying to head down, pressing people back towards the bots if necessary. She ran her shield from the corner Nearest the grenade in an angle into their corridor a bit, hoping to keep most of the blast from affecting her too much. She herself pressed against the wall, holding both hands up to touch her newly placed and reinforced shield, bracing as best she could for the incoming blast...
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                      "Oh for -" Grave let out a string of curses, some of them entirely inhuman as he lapsed into a dark language again. He hesitated when Host informed him of the enemy's nature, something he probably shouldn't have done. While the reptile's sharpshooting and Sinful's charge managed to kill off two of those things, now they had to deal with the last one without killing Sin, and from the looks of it there were more enemies waiting for them down the corridor. On top of that, Shrike was being forced back. He briefly wondered about going all out, but reconsidered. His endurance was really good, but not good enough to sustain prolonged usage of that form and leave him with enough strenght to escape quickly. On top of that, he'd probably hit Sin while attacking anyway. Lovely. "Screw this shit!" Grave lunged forward, sword in hand, armor of dark magic materialized around him. He planned to get around the armored one and strike him from behind if possible, where he wasn't protected by a living shield. Afterwards, he'd probably have to occupy the incoming bots...
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                        Re: ULMF the Third (RP Thread)

                        Grave got around the bot without any need for theatrics; now that there was only one, and most of its limbs were preoccupied, getting behind it no longer required any aerial acrobatics. This did put him in direct line of fire of the two wraith-bots, but the rest of the squad had the dark mage covered. Bullets, both physical and energy tore into the pair, from Pale, Host and Suri’s fire, dropping the machines after a short burst. Grave’s actual attacks on the back of the creation had about as much success as the attacks on its front; hits that should have torn it like paper only dented it. Still, the hits would add up, and the few cords it had free were too few and too slow to hit the fast but brutal mage. The odd thing would fall–hopefully, before it killed their second-in-command.

                        Shade made the action fairly pointless, however. Manifesting energy barriers between molecules for the sake of cutting things may have been Shrike’s trademark, but the psychic was preoccupied, and the half-elf doubted Sinful would chastise him for using the same strategy. As strong as the creation’s armour was, it’s cables didn’t share the resistance. The barrier cut them from Shade’s direct commander, though it did take a bit of effort on the mage’s part. The greatest advantage about casting a barrier for cutting was that it also continued to defend the creature inside it; several cords of now-varying lengths immediately tried to pierce the barrier, but their electric charge was still oddly weak, and the attacks themselves easily repulsed without too much effort on part of Shade’s spell.

                        The creation didn’t have much chance to test the magical shield, anyway. While Sinful was still twitching too much to stand, let alone fight back, Burrito took revenge on her behalf. With Grave directly behind the target, his former commander didn’t want to use anything that might cause unnecessary collateral damage. Taking a page out of Sinful’s own book, Burrito closed the distance to the creation, stopping the rest of the squad from taking any more shots, not that they would need to. Burrito punched past the cords, and smashed something that sounded quite fragile inside the creation. Not entirely satisfied that the creation had been mauled enough, he grabbed hold of something complex and obtruding, tearing it out with his superhuman strength and the sound of twisting metal. The creation fell back, sparking internally – and a bonfire started up inside it. Burrito’s hand came away near black with oil, and a handful of pipes. It looked fairly cool, up until a spark struck the mess of flammable fluid and tangled metal in his fist, setting the limb alight.

                        The sound of the grenade explosion rocked the group before Burrito even moved to put himself out. It was only because of Shrike’s shield that they were not also rocked by the feeling of the grenade’s explosion, though the telepath’s mind might want to argue the definition of feeling – it certainly felt like the grenade had gone off between her ears. Despite the strain of repelling the shrapnel, the shield held up, even if its creator was bent double. The wall wouldn’t take another explosion like that, and it wouldn’t hold up for long if they stayed where they were any longer, continuing to be under fire from a hallway full of bots – but if they got moving immediately, and got lucky with bot encounters, Shrike should still be able to protect the flank while the ULMFers made their way out of the complex.

                        “What the hell were you thinking?” Host asked Sinful as he picked her up off the floor; she could stand, but not run – and the squad would soon be doing a lot of running. Being the most otherwise-useless member of the team, the Lurker got the job of hauling her until the nerve twitches died down… assuming she could still walk afterwards. “I was thinking we needed to move quickly, and I knew it wasn’t going to kill me.” The demon was hardly placated. “We both knew it wasn’t going to kill you -you aren’t the only one who’s checked into the past weapons Toonpimp’s used! It only needed to cripple you to screw us up, and now I have to carry you out of here!”
                        “Less whining, more carrying, please.” their commander added, before Sinful could retort. “If Sinful hadn’t attacked, I would have ordered her to – although I also would have let the rest of the team get into position before attacking. I would have preferred she announced her intentions, but it was a snap decision in a situation that needed them.”
                        “Writing up the mission report in your head already, I see.” Host quipped, getting his cargo into a comfortable position. “Cradle carry? Really?” said cargo pointed out in annoyance, and so the reptile provided her with other options.
                        “Would you rather I slung you over my shoulder?” The mercenary merely rolled her eyes. “Just try not to get me killed.”

                        The group now ready to leave, (Burrito having put his arm out - not a difficult feat as he was still without skin, leaving nothing to burn,) Pale gave the order to get going. “Path’s clear, Shrike; time to move. Let’s get going before more of those creations stumble onto us.”

                        Grave took up his position as point-man during their exit. Burrito trailed only slightly behind him; a strategic position, given that he was one of their meatier members when it came to taking hits. The rest of the group, being squishier and ranged attackers, stayed in the general vicinity of Shrike… and,if ever a decent group of bots ended up following the ULMF agents, Shrike would stop moving and set the barrier down, then develop small firing slits for the squad to massacre their tailing enemies through.

                        The base was nothing but identical passages, all seemingly at right angles to each other. The squad’s front group moved up to each intersection at it appeared, lying in wait to carve up any bots that turned the corner onto the group. Thankfully, Rapture could still remember the path she had taken to reach the control room in the first place – were it up to the rest of the group, they’d likely be wandering around until the timer ran out on the complex’s self-destruct. The bots that had been clustered behind Shrike’s shield were left behind fairly quickly; the few that were speedy enough to keep up with the group were held back by the mass of their slower companions. That didn’t stop new bots from getting in the way; when they came one at t a time, the things were only so much cannon fodder – but in groups of three or greater, they could slow the group down for a moment, something that the ULMFers really couldn’t afford. Miraculously, there had not been any of Toonpimp’s machine-mimicking creations since the three that had initially attacked the group, at least.

                        Despite the nature of the situation, Host found something to smile at, at least – even if no-one else could tell quite what. “Heh… feel that? No, of course you don’t.” He announced to the world in general, smiling with considerable self-assurance for someone in a life and death situation.

                        The squad’s tactics continued to work well, at least to a point. Waiting at the latest intersection of paths, this one down a fairly long stretch of corridor, the front group heard once more the sound of bots walking toward them. The defining difference, in this case, was the number – more than three, definitely. The vast majority of the bots in the complex seemed to be randomly wandering and didn’t intentionally group up, which made this larger group either some of the more intelligent constructs, or the result of very bad luck. The trailing group was too far back to hear the bots approach, and alerting them would have ruined the element of surprise. Instead, Grave and Burrito pounced at soon as the bots turned – all seven of them, in a loose bunch, and all still-skinned wraith bots. Four of the group had only handguns, conveniently; less convenientwere the bulky and rather archaic grenade launchers in the hands of the three at the front of the group, elevating the situation from ‘annoying speedbump’ to ‘WOAHSHI-’. The pair’s only blessings would be their initiative, and ability to take hits…
                        I apologise for the above post.

                        MINION! Get on the fucking forum before I come over with a bag of nails! I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them yet, but I'm sure it'll be both gory and painful for you! (So try not to get too aroused, you sick guro-masochist.)

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                          Re: ULMF the Third (RP Thread)

                          Grave cursed as he noticed the grenade launchers. Things were hardly going well at this point. Granted, he managed to get out of previous fight without taking damage thanks to his teammates covering his charge. He didn't get to deal the killing blow to the monstrosity that captured Sin, but considering the group had little time left, he didn't feel particularly bad about it. In fact, he had to admit that Shade's and Burrito's approach had some style. The cyborg looked fairly badass with his hand on fire like that. The argument that followed saw no input from him - not like he bothered to care at the point. He just wanted to get out of the place before it blew up, and his mind was completely focused on that simple goal, leaving little attention to consider who was right. The dark mage simply took point and slashed at anything that got too close for comfort. And that's how he found himself in this situation - fighting with Burrito against seven bots, three of them wielding launchers.

                          Channeling more power into his sword, Grave realized that simply hacking into the things one by one wouldn't exactly cut it. He wasn't sure whether his defensive magic would be able to take a grenade blast, as defence was something he was worse at that some other members of the team, and didn't want to check. Thus, he decided to try a big attack that would hopefully finish off several enemies at once, letting Burrito slaughter the rest. "Watch out!" He called to his teammate as he prepared his strike. He intended to use his sword as a medium for a powerful blast of dark power, focusing it into a thin, sharp wave meant to cut through bot armor. It would be a horizontal slash - with him being the first person at the front of the group, he'd have a moment to launch it without catching an ally in it. Black flames surrounded the blade, engulfing it completely and instantly expanding in size to an impressive degree before Grave executed his attack, sending a large amount of dark power at the enemies, sharpened by his will to an absurd degree.
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                            Shrike braced herself as the grenade went off, her vision going white with more than just the afterimage of the explosion. The pressure rippled across the entirety of her shield in her mental image, and she could feel it start to rupture, the force of her will barely holding it together. She started to reinforce it when she began to taste blood. realizing she had closed her eyes at some point, she opened them to find she had dropped to one knee, half collapsed into her barrier as the group had finally managed to clear the way forward. The taste had come from the thin line of blood that had leaked from her nose and onto her lip. That jumped her into action a fair bit faster. Sniffling a bit, She quickly stood back up and made to move out.

                            The comparative lack of gunfire headed their way as they retraced their steps was a blessing, allowing the psychic to recoup some of her focus while they traveled. anytime pursuit got to heavy, they'd settle down and kill a few before moving on, and her near-blinding headache was starting to recede when they came across the new group of bots. She took one look at them, then focused on the group behind them again, waving away the ones that were shooting occasionally for her forward. "Deal with them fast, I can't stand another blast, you'll have to start carrying me too." She tells them urgently.
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