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 Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:40 pm
STOP ORDERING ME AROUND!
::Cyberdome AI 2.0 is uploading simulation: HouseofBlues...also downloading NPC characters: Jake, Elwood...::
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:44 pm
Good, that will make this easier. . . Though, I hope the outcome of this doesn't affect whatever it is we have going on outside the Dome.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:44 pm
::Cyberdome is currently in "Dark" mode.
...Preparing Battle Tournament Sequence...::
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:50 pm
 The Year: 2099
The Place: New Bludhaven City
Sometimes a chance meeting with a stranger means nothing. It's a quick glance at an unfamiliar face, a brief mental noting of anything out of the ordinary, and then forgotten as quickly as the meeting occured.
But sometimes, there's a lingering feeling...that even though everything seemed normal, something was not....right.
His name is Richard (d**k) Grayson, and ever since cybernetic enhancement became an accepted way to 'improve' oneself, his dark obsessions with becoming the ultimate, living weapon of combat have consumed him. Completely normal to the human eye, he stalks the night, in seach of prey who deserve to feel his technologically-enhanced justice.
Her name....does she have one, really? He doesn't know. All that he knows of is what his eye has told him...the eye that strips bare disguises and holo-masks and lays bare the truth he is so obsessed with finding.
The truth...is that she's everywhere.
In the dark alleys, sleeping with the bums. In the crime rings of designer drugs he's broken up, trading money with kingpins and junkies. In the government building he broke into during his quest for the truth.
Everywhere...and always different. In ways that even his cybernetics can't tell him, she trails him and haunts him with liquid-bright yellow eyes-the only telltale sign he can discern that she's nearby. The only clue that informs him he's about to take part in another battle for justice...and for his life.
The government dicated in 2092 that the nation-wide curfew should be 9:00 p.m. To be out on the streets is a risk of arrest (in the best case) or elimination (in the worst case). Either way, it's a bad idea-but justice cannot hide from the Night. It must take Wing...
d**k Grayson disengages his hidden rocket pack and lands in a darkened alley only slightly breathless from a night of cloaked patrol. Almost immediately, his sensors indicate he's being followed...but he doesn't panic.
He knows...
Clenching a fist and feeling the circuitry burn under his skin, he slowly turns around, to face the glowing, liquid yellow eyes that have haunted his nights for so long now...
He knows it's time...
And she steps out, a dark smile on her face, locking with his stare....
She knows it's time, too...
And the two of them silently step back, and prepare themselves...
They know this will be the last fight. Her stealth and cunning versus his agility and technology. They both know that only one of them will walk away.
And each of them know that they will be the victor. By Giabrenna
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:55 pm
*Raven smiles wickedly and levels her assault rifle at d**k.* You've been following me for too long, boy. This ends here. *Raven aims at his chest and opens fire.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:58 pm
Smirking ever so charming, the rifle isn’t something that is easily hidden, though the collapsible shields within his wrists are. Throwing both forearms at chest level, the material becomes undone and guards his midsection. “Simply intrigued is all. . .”
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:01 pm
*Shoulders the rifle and runs at him.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:03 pm
His arm movement was to slow; having the shields become hidden once more took time. His stance is taken to offer some sort of defense, but the distance to reach Raven was to short, she would make impact of some sort.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:05 pm
*Raven uses her momentum to aim a roundhouse kick at the side of his head, both feet leaving the ground.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:08 pm
The kick was well aimed, though d**k did have enough time to throw his shoulder up and into the initial path of the attack. Taking the hit, d**k spins in a tight spiral to land in his crouch upon the ground. His shoulder stung, that kick almost made contact between the joints. Launching himself forward, d**k unsheathes his escrima sticks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:10 pm
<-- Inserting spectators...
... Dozens of n00bs surround the battlezone, looking on eagerly. They wave banners and chant. Goku! Goku! Goku! -->
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:12 pm
The gathering mob of people is attracting attention that perhaps none of them wanted...as suddenly bright red lights light up the area and a shrill siren alerts everyone to-
"FREEZE, ALL OF YOU! POLICE-SPEED METAL DIVISION!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:13 pm
*Morphs into Goku, and grabs her rifle, holding it up to defend against the incoming attack.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 8:16 pm
The morph didn’t alter his sight or sense, though the sudden announcement of authority figures stopped one of his sticks from attempting a hit. The other continued on to clash against the rifle barrels. “It seems our party is being disrupted.” Motioning toward the police.Picking up his knee, he aims the second attack toward her midsection.
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