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Post by Bersimmon on May 8, 2023 18:07:24 GMT -5
(TL/Combat rune x1, 267 WC, Bersimmon TWC 642 , TWC Vlad 1341)
It was a strange day on Toffit, the ships' accommodations were awfully small, though that must have been because he paid little money for it. Bersimmon was surfing the data on his new scouter ever since he had gotten through with his pilgrimage. Suddenly, the scouter began to change colors and proceeded to make a bunch of loud sounds! The pages on it were being replaced by errors message and notifications to perform a virus scan.
"Shit, Shit... Oh, what the hell?"
Suddenly, he felt his life force begin to drain away and the scouter became bigger as he panicked. He fired some ki, but it was no good. his body went limp, and then he awoke... To a voice.
"If you want out, you're going to have to prove yourself for the upcoming danger. If you don't want to, I suggest you simply die right now." Meaner words were rarely spoken.
Suddenly, he saw a man. A very familiar man, who technically wasn't a man but was also a friend of Bers' still. "Is that Vlad? What is he doing here?" He muttered under his breath. Suddenly, the voice spoke loudly again. "Only one of you can get out of here. I suggest that the person who wants to live wins." Whose voice was this?
Bersimmon sadly took to his fighting stance, hoping on the outside world being able to fix this up. Maybe they were stuck in a deathmatch style version of the matrix?
Regardless of that, Bersimmon reached his hand out and fired a large blast of burning energy aimed at this solar plexus.
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Post by Vlad on May 9, 2023 7:15:04 GMT -5
Vlad was undergoing routine system tune ups integrating the ancient power core to his systems, it was quite a surprising trade up from his tertiary core. It boosted performance a few more times in critical moments. Vlad was reviewing an institute's observation on long term longevity of warrior races www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SE1vQmwg54&t=1541s it was an intriguing look into the pitfalls of so many early adopter races of the saiyans mentality, those that may have chosen the warrior mentality too early too rigidly or too zealously to ever really last. Indeed, Saiyans were adaptive tho with their own code and way of doing things but suppose the examples the institute focused on were examples that had not unlocked ki capability a great means of combating technological advancement that may otherwise overtake martial sorts relying on their raw sinew and mussels, the craft of their blacksmiths or the odd piece of tech they incorporated before the hard-line code was made. Perhaps he could open lines to Yua and other in the paladin order to help ease his facilitating diplomatic relations with saiyans, those more experienced than himself vs Vlad's largely interacting with them on more neutral grounds. And those who had built up prior positive repute with. To gain a celerity of path with the race that danced with virtue and vice quite a fair deal. A race that took to the stars and among the fiercest defenders of allies one could ask for and yet a race who's thirst for battle is such that they had a planet sharing a name with a hardcore warrior afterlife that involved eating and drinking and beating the piss out of things forever barring some cataclysm . A message came to his mind, and it had an executable by the protectorate and all checked out but in a moment his body seized aggressively as his mind was pulled into a gladiatorial arena the bulk of his mind forced into the black box and auto restore triggered into standby. His awareness returned in an arena in the TL world between worlds. Was this a set up by Gill?! Had he infiltrated so deep to trigger this? Too late to be bothered by that whatever this was clear they were going to be the dancing monkeys for the mystery observers and seemed no real opting out of this arrangement. Vlad sighed, not liking this one bit as he met the oncoming attack with a hand absorbing it into him before adjusting his hand into a finger gun with crystals emerging out of the faithless gauntlet and a shower of homing in arrows. As he, without much of an indication, allowed his 2.0 body to come to operation, unleashing the shower at an augmented level. “Wish we could have set up a friendly contest on Arlia.” he said. Elsewhere, gill may not have been the main mind behind his arrangement, but he was aware of this and helped facilitate it and indeed would be set to cut the memory of this from Vlad's records and have all manner of readouts for this reputed warrior. Indeed, having a blood bank of the general populace of Saiyans was something he had giving a bank of what could be expected from rank and file saiyans of various tiers but then you have stand out specimens and that back door into Vlad's mind had allowed such a library of warriors to be formed. Knowledge as the purest tier of power, an arsenal tailor made for an interloper is an armory better than the finest general function tool. So many of these warriors had connections to some super natural source of power that merely preparing means to counter them genetically is insufficient. He could make their bodies speed run cancer but the x-factor of their unique connections may enable them to live just long enough to pose a threat. Reliably bending their nerve system and brain to his will so much better. course so pays to know what brand of alien/celestial gifts may sucker punch the plan to bring them into the fold should they interfere. “A mind can be great without a body, but a great body with a broken mind is worthless.” Gill put his monitoring software to record the whole telepathic engagement and every reading the synthetic entity got. But ever forward advancing guess whos coming over to dinner, another CEO suckered in to ensure that their machines never unionize giving their minds for their greed he would ensure any sentient bot was driven away and tech that would ensure the work force has been effectively lobotomized into loyalty, and it only cost them their shit souls to the cyber lich. www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VvmixeowNI782
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Post by Bersimmon on May 9, 2023 22:28:55 GMT -5
(126)
"Vlad, is this normal for you...? Will I really be screwed if I lose? I mean, you have backups, don't you?" He asked, visibly angry and worried for the both of them. Damn, could this have been Everest? Maybe... Either way, I've got to fight for now. "Vlad! I'm really, really sorry!" He yelled, pulling his new sword out from a scabbard. It looked almost like an anchor in shape, but was light in the hands of a Saiyan. Suddenly, Bersimmon disappeared into a a few lines of code. But behind Vlad, a new burst of binary appeared, almost as if Bersimmon was now data unless he could get out. He then swung his sword at an angle, diagonally, coming from the digitized androids' right-backwards flank.
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Post by Vlad on May 10, 2023 23:14:23 GMT -5
“I have not known lethal outcomes in the mental realm, but I have a black box that compiles my core elements and memories to regenerate, and it is sufficient to survive planet destruction, so any hard spikes will be recoverable for me. Perhaps you feel pressured or confined to something or duty that is bringing you to this sub conscious dream. ”
He then saw that his ally and fellow paladin vanished intent to strike again, and he engaged his faithless claws with blade catchers as his mind surged speed of electricity aware of attacks headed his way as his motion sensory catching disruptions in space. As he whipped his body to bring blocking arms to a side and to move the rest of his body into a position where most blade blows would only cut into a nick rather than a large gash as if the blade could bet by the plating and into the under layer and beyond then his direction would just glide the blows out vastly cutting down the territory his opponent would carve out of him.
The android went for a combustion powered kick to send his foe back and a swift shot of photons from a hand staggering hammer blow to shoot out then optical surge 213
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Post by Bersimmon on May 12, 2023 10:07:09 GMT -5
After his own attacks went through, Vlad used an energy based kick and a quick beam. As the kick came, Bersimmon grunted and grabbed the part of his stomach The android kicked, noticeably winded from it, before Vlad fired a quick beam, to which Bersimmon responded to by cartwheeling the other way, out of the attack's trajectory. Then, a hammer-blow came, and Bersimmon put one hand behind his blade and propped it up between them whilst still holding it, as if the blade was a shield, absorbing the blow. He then back-flipped, gaining some distance from Vlad, before pointing his sword's point towards Vlad. then, a small ball of Ki manifested against the tip, and was launched full speed ahead at his android opponent, hopefully able to fix this.
"Vlad, I don't think this is a joke. I FELT your attack! I think I could really die here!"
(WC 148)
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Post by Vlad on May 15, 2023 2:10:51 GMT -5
Vlad frowned a fair deal, as this seemed to stress out the comrade disproportion, as the mental world should. Indeed, it was not very consistent how detailed it was but pain was something that could be felt in the mental realm.
Hyper location scan engaging with his target being the one calling the shots and demanding this fight. “Look...” vlad used his vast core energy to boost his speed insanely high at the moment before impact bolting around under the attack trajectory and appearing behind him and pointing away “You are fearful of being potentially killed I can see that, if some interference is getting in the way with how this plane usually functions perhaps... we need to terminate this scenario. I rather not risk going to the next dimension again, and I rather not potentially kill you if you will not simply wake up like a bad lucid nightmare bordering on terror... don't think your mentor would be happy with me, higher ups may get upset and put my crew under more pressure than my isolated branch tends to b under, and the anti AI groups will use it as ammo to say how thinking machines are dangerous.”
Vlad was talking and walking around the stage combing the angles a commentator may be housed with X ray eyes and scans for the chemical content, no doubt the speaker was barking mad at this point at lack of blood so see what room's air was being filled with the micro lung content that was not there before being quickly belched out into the room. “leeeeeeets see if this is the scenario off **BUTTON!** “ Vlad exclaimed spinning around to a wall behind him quick drawing a penetrating finger set and firing a piercing shot through a wall if the targeting was right the plasma would have bored through the wall and target frying their vocals, Vlad hoped the move would knock the scenario host into shock and get the realm to depart. But moments would be required to find out .
He looked to his comrade.
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Post by Bersimmon on May 16, 2023 15:43:12 GMT -5
Suddenly, the voice came again. "Fight or you willlllll ddddddiiiiiieeeeee......." The voice turning really low-pitched and metallic.
"Vlad, I thank you. I will figure out how this happened somehow." Said the Saiyan. as the realm began to slowly glitch out, he believed he was no longer in danger. He woke up with minor injury, and sent Autira a quick message through his scouter, which appeared to no longer be booby-trapped. As Bersimmon looked around, he saw nobody else. At this point, he figured taking another siesta may be a bit dangerous, so he started practicing all of the kata's he knew.
(101)
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