Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 6, 2018 23:07:24 GMT -5
2817 EXP, 4D47, 990 HP, 6/6 Genki After Giya dismissed Awamori's request to train with him the young android woman went off to exercise by herself and left him sulking alone. She was concerned to battle with him in the first hour after her upgrade due to the fact she had gone through such a drastic change and did not know what it fully entailed. Examinations were in order and so she spent the next three days training her mind and body. The first day she spent on mental exercises such as flipping coins and guessing how many times a certain side came up, remembering long strings of numbers after erasing them from a sheet of paper, or simply reading through three robotics manuals to better understand herself in less then two hours. Giya found she had a knack for higher forms of intelligence then her previous model did or any human for that matter. She wasn't superhuman (in her opinion) as doing these taksks without her upgrade seemed impossible but realized quickly that this consumed a lot of her endless energy by the end of the day. Giya went to sleep that night to quicken the restoration of this missing energy yet also found her body in need of nourishment before this. Thus she made two-foot long ham and cheese sandwiches and devoured them. The status of her body diagnostic reported: "STATUS: Subject Extremely Healthy." like before and it was something she was not able to understand. Her body, as it was cybernetic, should be always healthy without her systems needing to tell her. The woman though ignored this for now and spent the next day lifting fifty pound weights with her arms and legs up to five hundred times before running a marathon around the facility. A number of the people there came to watch and she could not help but notice they were shocked by her overall endurance. It was normal for her but now it seemed to grow ten fold as she decided to repeat this training again twice more. She then found herself sweating and truly wondered why this could be. As a cyborg, Giya knew she shouldn't be sweating. She was beyond that. After realizing this though she ate the same food she had the night before deciding to go to bed. On the third day Giya just slept to conserve power but she really couldn't understand what was going on. As a cyborg, Giya shouldn't have ever needed to sleep, eat, or drink unless she wanted to yet her body was having her do these things in spite of her infinite energy. It felt to her like all she had done was increase her body's beauty factor ten fold and left every other problem with her body mostly the same. After three days though she decided to confront Awamori though about the issue. It was time to really test out what was wrong. It felt like there were errors still in her mental network maybe and her new host body only a good bout with him would help he understand. She returned to the anti-gravity chamber where Awamori's robot had been somewhat tested before by the mechanics around the base and waited for him to possibly show up. She had remembered he wanted to have her fight in some kind of mountain valley nearby but even as an android she couldn't pinpoint that place right off the bat unless she knew where he was specifically talking about again or had his energy readout on her at this point and time. She had neither though so she leaned against a wall and crossed her legs to wait for him feeling like she had all the time in the world to beat his super robot. She wore her black zipdown vest with a pair of white shorts and matching white sneakers and hoped that this would be adequate for their training. She felt she could definitely change if it wasn't yet remembered she'd have to get new clothes from Dr. Ichigo as her old ones were ones she'd destroyed. It wouldn't be a problem though hopefully.
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Mar 10, 2018 14:38:26 GMT -5
[ 2d34 -- 1,053 EXP ] [ "Iron Maiden" Minion: 3d20 ] Giya wouldn't find her friend in the repair room as she had previously. She left him to his own devices a few days ago and the man had spent that time training himself in order to be able to operate the massive machine properly. She was greeted by someone though, a young man who floated by her as he saw her waiting. "Huh? Hey, you're Mr. Awamori's friend, right? If you're looking for him, he's not here." A finger was pointed over to the spot where the mech was once stationed. Nothing was there, save for the actual dock itself but no mech was present. "He took it up surface side behind the facility to train with it. Heh, Dr. Ichigo tried to warn him but..." The young man offered a smile, rubbing the back of his head, unsure of what to say, not really wanting to seem like he was badmouthing Awamori. "Well, he does what he wants, I guess. They're both up there, actually, and a few others. Just to make sure nothing bad happens." He pointed over towards the back of the room, down a long hall. "There's an exit back that way, it'll take you right out to the place where they're doing the training. It's also an escape route, to be more technical, but has enough space for us to do some training as well." The young man seemed nice enough, not at all like the stern yet stoic Awamori, it was impossible to think of him as a soldier at all.
If Giya were to eventually emerge to the outside, she would see a small crowd having gathered, a plume of dust and smoke several yards away. Within that were two mechs clashing in battle. What looked to be Awamori's and another one, a bit smaller in stature. It was likely the only thing they could give up to allow Awamori the chance to test his might, since Giya had all but refused him outright a few days ago. Awamori spent those days with this specific mech and several pilots. With the mech's large hands clasped around the handle of a titan sized mace, it would come crashing down onto the other mech's "shoulder" nearly severing it off completely. Within the cockpit, Awamori held onto the controls, breathing heavily and covered in sweat completely. He was wearing something different than before, a suit similar to Giya's but made for males, both top and bottom made of a durable material capable of withstanding explosive impacts and able to stretch, as well as keep the wearer both cool or warm depending on the temperature around them. However, Awamori looked worse for wear now, even after having dispatched the other mech, which was now fallen, the pilot behind tended to, he sat hunched over, exhausted. Ichigo's face would pop up onto one of the screens within the cockpit, and before he could say anything Awamori would mutter in a strained voice. "H-How long until you fix it and get me another pilot..." A metallic sounded scoff came from the doctor at that. "That's enough. Either you're going to die in there or you're going to run me out of pilots, and that mech is finished. There is no point in fixing it again. How much longer do you intend to stay in there? Until the energy receptors suck you dry?"
That was how this mech was powered. The cockpit was outfitted with several energy receptors that, once engaged, would suck the pilot of their ki energy, their very life force, in order to power the large generator within the machine. It would cycle through, constantly using and replenishing energy as often as possible, a life risking source of power but the most efficient. No need to refuel, no need to find a suitable energy source. The mech feasted on men, and needed strong ones to power it. "Where's Giya? I... I need to test this against her." Awamori sat up a bit, his face looking a bit sunken in, a bit more lifeless than previously. His breathing was ragged as the doctor answered. "If she was smart she is far away from here and you. You're only going to get her killed or die yourself. I advise you to---.."
The doctor's words were cut off as his face vanished from the screen, Awamori slamming a gloved fist into one of the buttons on the control panel. "That's enough out of you, old man." A few more buttons were pushed, before the mech began to move forward out of the smoke and face the crowd. Confidently, Awamori had it sling the mace over one shoulder, the lifeless machine almost staring out into the crowd. His voice projected out over the mech's microphone. "Someone go get me Giya. It's... It's time to put this machine to the true test before I can leave here."
Giya , sorry for the wait. Let's get going.
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 11, 2018 11:17:37 GMT -5
4D47, 2817 EXP, 990/990 HP 6/6 GP
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Giya placed her hands on her hips and sauntered towards the man before suddenly realizing she needed to swim towards him. She pumped her arms and legs in unison and quickly managed to float directly before him. When she reached him she stated, "Thank you, it's a shame to see that old man kill himself over me but to know he's out back is quite helpful. I've not been feeling well these last few days even though my body's healthy so I need to go talk to him before he drags me into a crazy fight with him." She bowed her head in respect to the mechanic and added, "I would really like it if you joined Awamori and I out in this back area. I'm sure others are out there too as I don't see many around and what I have to say may be important for all to hear." She looked around and noticed that in this large space they were currently the only ones here. It seemed right to go out back and find Awamori if he was still alive. The man had seemed rather distraught when she rejected him. He probably felt bad about not fighting a strong warrioress like herself when he had given her the chance to come here and get a new body as well as allowed her to use his blood to help strengthen or stabilize her new state. It seemed only right for him to feel mellow. Yet Giya didn't feel completely stabilized there was something still missing to balance out her new cybernetic body. What this was she was pretty sure of now. She had gained a more womanly form, felt stronger yet more tired and a little bit too unwilling to eat (even though she didn't need it) her diet had consisted simply of ham and cheese sandwiches since waking up and she felt no desire to really do things with others even though she wanted to. It wasn't because she was anti-social, well, maybe she had been but in this form she felt a little more willing yet precarious to do so on the grounds she might not know the people around her. Overall, her body, mood, and actions were different then they had been prior to her operation. Perhaps all of Panel's mind was not gone from her system when she erased it. Giya went back onto solid ground and wandered down the long hallway towards the escape tunnel and when she got there she did indeed find a crowd and a strange dust cloud erupting up from the rocky plains. A loud "Clang!" sounded as a mechanical arm fell off a robot in combat and Giya approached the machines the moment Awamori stated over the microphone, "Someone go get me Giya... It's... It's time to put this machine to the true test before I can leave here." She stopped about ten yards from his robot and frowned at him with pity in her eyes. "You poor fool," she announced, "you didn't understand what I was trying to state before. I needed more then an hour of rest before challenging you. Three days was enough but even though I'm sure my body's even more superhuman now. It needed to adjust to that. My prior form failed me so I can't have you ripping my arms off here by accident." The young woman then flicked her long black hair back and thrust out her chest to show she meant business. Then started by hopefully getting his attention with a small stomp with her right foot. She wanted him to focus on him and stop his excessive training for his battle with her. Those around her would get a small taste of her though after this for a few seconds after she left her foot hit the ground a small quake derived from her center of gravity cracking the ground beneath her and the area twenty yards out. She stood perfectly calm amidst this and thought of one final thing to say. "If you can or cannot beat me in battle is something I don't care to really know but we if we must fight I'm 100% certain I can win no matter what you do. That aside, we must talk of something else after this. I fear my upgrade had an unforeseen consequence of minor importance and of no real danger to myself..." 1-125
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Mar 14, 2018 20:14:48 GMT -5
She answered him within seconds of him calling out for her, it made the tired, old man within that mech smirk just slightly. A sleeve came up to his face to wipe the sweat from his brow, before falling back down onto the controls, gripping them tightly. He heard her loud and clear, but rather than be upset by her words it only motivated him. He knew what she was capable of before, with this new body she'd be a much better match for him than these run down mechs, despite her diminutive size in comparison. "I'll worry about all that when we're done here..." He sounded tired, but he would make sure to see this one out to the end.
Taking in a deep breath, he would allow the machine to take more of his energy from him, as if commanding it with his mind to do so. As he felt his very life force being sucked out of his body to power this gigantic beast he flinched, but kept steady hands on the controls. The mech whirled to life once again, the giant mace in its hand was discarded by slamming it into the side of the mountain, sticking it there. "COME AT ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, GIYA! DON'T HOLD BACK, I WON'T BE!" His war cry echoed throughout the emptiness around them, the giant mech rumbling and ready to strike.
Minion - "Iron Maiden"3d20 | 0/300 HP 6/6 GP C1oxgHWs1d100Giya 1d100
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 14, 2018 21:12:50 GMT -5
2817 EXP, 4D47, 990 HP, 5/6 Genki Ky7baNDf4d57 Giya frowned at Awamori with pity as she watched him try to bolster his own spirits by yelling and threw away what appeared to be his only weapon that had come with his new mecha. She let her infinitesimal power flow into her right hand and created a sphere in her hand before Awamori's very eyes. Her blue eyes narrowed focusing on its great new power and she uttered, "You'll regret challenging me. I'm really not in the mood for some reason yet somewhat feel the need to put you in your place. I'm not sure what this is in my hands, per say, but my systems tell me it's a dangerous new technique called Magnet Volley I've just uploaded... so don't coming crying to me if you nearly die. I'd rather you don't since we need to talk and I don't want to deal with a whiny, old man." With that the woman fired the ball at the ground turning it into a white flashing beam that pierced the Earth. Seconds later the ground beneath their feet began to shake and before Awamori might be able to detect it the beam's presence returned but not in front of it. It appeared behind him with overflowing force. Giya then took it as her cue to chase the blast down and ensure it hit. She dashed towards Awamori flickering over the space between them like a bolt of lightning. If his sensors managed to keep up he'd find her suddenly behind him and using her left foot to kick the errant beam into the back of his machine with the full force of her new, metallic frame. Giya meant to play seriously here but only because Awamori asked her to. She didn't want to kill him because she had a big matter to discuss with him. He needed to be alive to here it, however, her beam likely slamming into the back of his mech made her wince and close her eyes. She was now slightly afraid she overdid her very first attack. Luckily, she didn't feel tired after doing this so she was able to continue fighting at the very least compared to the last modeled version of herself. She hoped it did not have too devastating of an effect yet behind her some of Awamori's subordinates and those working with Dr. Ichigo were already covering their eyes. "What the hell is this?" One of them cried with his whole left arm of his face, "This woman shows up out of nowhere, steps up to a ten story robot and can do this!?! That's insane!!!" He was lucky enough not to get blasted away as the energy continued to disperse into the back of the robot. 4d57
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 14, 2018 21:37:09 GMT -5
2817 EXP 4D47, 990 HP, 5/6 Genki
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Awamori Giya smirked at her new power but was even more shocked when the robot she thought was a piece of junk managed to withstand her first blast. It had what appeared to be a few dings here and there but the armor was quite tough from the get go. The young lady didn't feel like firing another plasma blast at Awamori though so she went through with her flying kick and landed on the back of the machine. She crouched down on all fours and uttered, "This is fun but kitty's come to play and tear this scratching post apart." She blushed at these words, never having said such a thing in her life, and possibly considered it to be a part of her new humanity. It was a bit disturbing but now that she clung to the robot's back she slammed her newly hardened fists against it four times and hoped wit her physical strength alone to knock the bland monstrosity down. It seemed like with four simple punches this match was about over for with each hit the slow machine felt like it was about to topple like an axed tree. 4d47
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Mar 17, 2018 18:40:33 GMT -5
The absolute massacre that was happening was not something that Awamori, himself, had expected. This machine of his was supposed to be the most supreme weapon, having stood the test of time. A messenger of destruction that he would use to promote his own brand of justice and peace back home on Earth-2. However at this very moment it was anything but. Giya was reducing the machine to nothing more than an oversized paperweight with her new found power, and Awamori lacking his own in comparison. He watched her from his front screen, the HUD before him projected through cameras in the front, side and rear of the machine. His own tired eyes narrowed at her, staring her down as she continued to verbally berate him, all while creating a sphere of energy within her palm. He'd pilot the mech to go into a guarding position, one giant arm extended outwards with an open hand to shield the blast, betting on the Katchin-infused steel to either deflect it or even go as far as to snatch it up and disperse it completely. However, she had done something he did not expect and fired it directly down into the dirt, piercing the earth completely as it rumbled under them in a mock earthquake. Slight fissures appeared under them as the energy traveled down its own path. The sensors in the machine tried to pick up on the trajectory of it, but in Awamori's state he could not keep up. The blast would pop up behind him, Giya moved to slam it directly into the back of the mech, nearly toppling it over from the force as Awamori let out a groan from within the cockpit. He could feel himself losing more and more stamina from just that attack alone. He had to regain his composure, as a follow up assault of several punches to that same spot sent the mech careening forward, on unsteady feet, stomping along the ground and nearly taking out an entire rock formation with it. It was forced to bend a knee, slamming it down on the ground beneath it. "D-Damnit. I didn't expect her to be this strong..." Awamori was already done at this point, exhausted but still eager to test his metal.
Standing that mech upright again, he turned it to face her. The ki energy stored within the generator began to expand, as he readied himself. It dashed forward, Awamori using all of his stamina to do so, that large arm rearing back only to shoot forward, a mechanical, closed fist aimed directly for Giya's much smaller frame. If she was capable of dishing out that much power to attack, she would likely survive a single punch from the mech.
Minion - "Iron Maiden"3d20 | 218/300 HP 6/6 GP Hanging on by a thread ... k02SN|k33d20Giya 3d20
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 17, 2018 22:26:27 GMT -5
2817 EXP 4D47, 950 HP, 5/6 Genki
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Awamori
Note: I do hope the turn this story takes now is okay. If it's not let me know.
It was time to finish this short spar, however, it looked like to Giya that Awamori might still have some fight left in him after his robot crashed through a cliff and got back up. The old man charged his ki through it and rushed her with one big fist. She knew his attack wasn't going to work too well but it would still hurt so she wrapped her hands around the weakest part of her body, her stomach and took the blow head on.
The attack knocked the wind out of her and sent her flying to the opposite side of the little valley whereupon she slammed into a wall with her backside. "Da-damn," she groaned feeling sharp rocks scratch her hardened skin. The pain was average feeling but it would still hurt. She was fortunate enough to find that this strike had not damaged her front side. She needed to keep that safe since it was what most people looked at before and now were going to in this current situation.
A young, prospective, and strong woman was something many people liked but now that she thought about it could be a curse, especially in the presence of so many guys. Yet as she pulled herself from the hole in the wall the armor she felt so great about having began to fall apart.
"DAMAGE REPORT: Structural Integrity Damaged, Removing some Self-Preservation Features." Her internal systems told her. It was at this point a very sudden and noticeable change would take place. A set of camouflaging programs Giya programmed into herself moments after she woke from her surgery, but before Dr. Ichigo entered her room to find her lying on her bed horrified, faded and revealed the greatest reason for her sudden change between her old self and the body she now occupied. A slightly large, curved bulge began to stick from her body.
She was around one month pregnant. And the reason she had said, "It's hideous. What happened? This isn't right," moments after she awakened in the past was due to her finding out her new body's former host had been pregnant too. It shocked her then but now she was just angry as she clasped her belly and glared at Awamori from afar, "Don't glare! I'm going to pound you into the ground for exposing my new secret!"
With that, the young woman dashed towards his robot and without a second thought flew high into the air. Her body went out of sight for the normal human eye before a small twinkle was seen in the air from hundreds of feet above. This twinkle turned into a giant fireball as a highly ticked off Giya fell from the sky and with bruises all over the front of her decided to take revenge against Awamori by slamming her foot down into the face of his robot. It'd come down right between the mechanical marvel's eyes and with the coup de grace finish their fight by driving the machine face down into the ground at least ten feet.
She'd stand over the wreck and question him, "Are you still alive? I, a pregnant woman, just beat you do you want to surrender and here how this happened?"
The truth of it was simple Giya had captured Panel in order to transfer herself over into her body to use it, or at least wanted to use Panel as a redesigned minion. Unfortunately, Giya forgot to check if Panel was pregnant or not while still in her old body before she hauled her off from the burning wreckage of her island village that apparently her mother had observed or set up. The woman had a boyfriend/lover/husband maybe and in not recognizing this from the get-go didn't consider this while still in her prior form. Now, she was paying the price for maybe she was a stupid, empty shell because of this. Her mother she came to realize in this moment may have meant to clone humans in order to use them in experiments so it made sense some could be in what was her current pregnant condition, of course, Giya still didn't know why if she chose to now believe what she disbelieved before. Making clones did not benefit her nor her mother unless she was making them to keep the Arcosians happy to use as foot soldiers.
Some of those lazy overlords did not like to fight their own fights so used thousands of expendable minions to do things for them. Or maybe, Pina was cloning humans like herself to reset her entire, known life. It was likely she had tried to escape before but came to the conclusion she never would so building someone in her image was like living a whole new life even if she couldn't experience it as herself. It didn't matter to Giya now though (except her being pregnant thanks to now inhabiting one of these possibly cloned bodies)because she didn't intend to go back to the Arcosians on good terms. She intended to destroy them. 4d47
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
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Post by Awamori on Mar 19, 2018 10:14:56 GMT -5
The giant fist hit, smacking the young woman flush and sending her flying. Even in this state, it seemed Awamori was able to get nearly optimal performance from the machine. He marveled in his own power, the tired, organic body within the cockpit though was waning. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the cockpit, barely listening to Giya as she continued to threaten him. In the time it took Awamori to regain composure, his HUD would see Giya flying through the air, crashing her foot directly into the "face" part of the mech, sending it tumbling backwards until it crashed down onto its back, driven into the ground several feet in the process. Awamori shook from within the cockpit, sensors and alarms going off after the attack. Energy levels were dangerously low now. Awamori sat limp within the seat, his body twitching slightly as almost every ounce of energy had been sapped from him. However, it seemed the mech had other ideas, if that was even possible. Awamori's hands were almost glued to the controls, his head hanging limp down to his chest. With a sudden surge, as if the machine had forced Awamori awake, his head would snap back up with eyes wide open. His left eye had seemed to be bleeding, some of those veins possibly rupturing inside while both nostrils leaked the same fluid as well. Every muscle in Awamori's body tensed up, as if going through electroshock, his teeth visibly pressed together nearly cracking. He let out a scream then, almost primal in nature, from deep within his gut before the mech literally shook the planet, forcing itself up and out of that hole and into the air. The "eyes" of the beast were glowing now, emitting an almost red smoke from them as both of those giant palms were aimed down at Giya's much smaller form. Her declaration of pregnancy had fallen on deaf ears. Awamori was no longer present, at least for the moment. The machine was in full control now, or so it seemed. The capabilities of this mechanical monster were mostly unknown to Awamori, knowing only as much as he could get out of Ichigo. The gigantic sphere of energy crackled a bit away from those palms before it was fired off directly in Giya's position, comparable in size to a large boulder at this point. The crowd that had amassed began to disperse in a panic.
Minion - "Iron Maiden"3d20 | 284/300 HP 6/6 GP More thread hangin' ... E7Fm2giM3d20Giya 3d20
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 19, 2018 21:17:20 GMT -5
2817 EXP 4D47, 913 HP, 5/6 Genki
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Awamori
Giya knew it was time to get serious the moment Awamori's robot stood back up from its crater and fired a giant orb the size of a boulder down upon her. She ordered her nano-machines to spread the impending damage all across her body and away from her stomach as much as possible. When it hit her a strong current flowed through her system traveling to her finger tips and toes causing them to spasm. She shook a little damage from the outside energy coursing through her veins but overall seemed fine after a few seconds. She felt numb to the core yet the only thing that indicated she had taken any real damage were a few tiny burn marks layering the top edge of her skin.
The frustrated lady then walked towards Awamori moving her hands into her pockets and sighed. "What a shame he had to pull off this desperate attack to try and beat me. I'll finish this fight now." She told herself aloud.
The woman stopped walking around him once she was in a leg's length of him and with a big smile on her face threw out her right foot multiple times. Her target was one of his robot's legs (which he could not break) though rattle so violently the man would find himself ending up like a human basketball.
Back and forth her leg went as she fired it into the man's robot. He was sure to feel her reverberating her power across the valley as she tried to break this robot's leg off. A resounding 4950 PL might reach his energy measuring devices as she hacked away at his robot's leg with her own leg. It was tie to end this and that's what Giya hoped to do without killing Awamori. 4d47
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Mar 20, 2018 16:33:40 GMT -5
Barely conscious within that cockpit, Awamori's body thrashed violently after the attack had landed, that was until the mech would be completely disarmed by Giya's vicious kicks. With each powerful thrust, the mech backed up with heavy steps before finally toppling backwards. In an almost pathetic display the titan teetered backwards fully before landing on its back in a giant crash, cratering and destroying the surrounding land under it. Those red eyes stopped glowing, all power ceased to course through the machine except to power emergency protocols to keep Awamori alive. However, before the crash landing, with the last chunk of energy left within it, the cockpit would literally be fired off the mech's chest, landing and skidding across the ground for several yards. It was part of that safety protocol, in order to save the pilot should things go south, the cockpit would be literally fired from the mech. It would soon open to reveal the pilot laying in that seat, one bloody eye but both rolled to the back of his head, nose bleeding as well. His hands had fell from the controls, showing burn marks on them. It was evident that Awamori would need immediate medical attention, something that only a state of the art healing chamber could provide. Those that didn't disperse from the scene came rushing to the cockpit immediately, bringing some sort of healing device with them. Dr. Ichigo in tow as well. "Do not move him too quickly! His body is still going to feel the effects of having his life energy sucked out from him! Apply the oxygen mask over his face first!" That metallic voice rang out commands as a handful of workers did as they were told, applying an oxygen mask over Awamori's glazed over face to pump his lungs back full of the gas. Another two were directing a hover bed of sorts towards the cockpit, waiting for the command to remove him from his prison. It was built similarly to the cryo chamber Awamori used to bring Giya's body to Gokkano as one of the workers pushed a button to let the indestructible looking glass peel away in preparation for the move.
Once that oxygen began to flow back into his lungs Awamori let out a bit of a gasp, jerking his body forward as he came to. The oxygen pumping into him had slight healing agents as well, coursing through his body to help repair any internal damage, though not as strong as a healing chamber itself. "Gi...ya..." He'd croak out, that bloody and normal eye going back to a normal position within his head, lids heavy and nearly closed entirely as he flicked through the images around him. He wasn't moving, and would likely need time to heal before doing so again. "...Giya..." He called out a second time, as if she didn't answer quickly enough, still strained in how he spoke, though.
It would be the first time, in a long time, that anyone had ever seen Awamori in such a state.
Minion - "Iron Maiden"3d20 | 357/300 HP6/6 GP Well, that was quick. Match is over, but he can continue posting in here for SP. All posts going forward are SP eligible, so it doesn't have to be a shorty thread. Or we can end it here for grades and pick back up in another one. Your call, Giya.
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
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EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 20, 2018 16:51:51 GMT -5
Giya stepped away from mecha as it fell over watching it eject Awamori from it with the last of its energy. She let the foolish humans around her and Dr. Ichigo grab the old man from his pod and gently carry him from his cockpit to a cryo chamber similiar to one she used not too recently. She let them work on putting air back into his lungs and allowed the workers around her to try and heal him though she definitely noticed he took a beating. One of his eyes was bleeding and the other barely functioning. He looked like he could not breath for sure and she was certain his body had crumpled inside the machine with every physical blow she hit him with. The fact was while the machine could protect him from the outside he was still in a state where he could strongly be jostled about. "Serves him right to try and challenge me..." she muttered from afar while watching him suck in oxygen from the machine he was in. Someone overheard her when she stated this and without warning she felt a strong hand on the back of her left shoulder as she continued to peer through the door. "What did you say?" a young woman a foot shorter then her cried. She turned to face the woman pulling hard enough away from her to twist the young lady's hand. When she fully spun around she found herself face to face with a green eyed blond girl with a bob cut and worker's overalls on. "You take that back!" she screamed, "Awamori's in there looking for you for some ridiculous reason even though you crushed his poor body in a mock fight he should have won!" She'd throw an angry punch at Giya's stomach but because of the katchin in her and her artificially altered skin density the punch bounced off her stomach doing no damage to her. Giya's lip curled into a smirk and with one good slap from her right hand she knocked the woman to the floor. Sure, they were right to be ticked off at her but Awamori was too stupid to realize what kind of fight he was getting into she felt and Giya guessed that by overestimating himself he failed to beat her in this mock fight by any means. "Don't touch me or my child." She ordered the girl who froze in terror of her, "I won and that's that. Your boss was crazy to fight me so back off." Giya then turned and walked into the room holding her stomach as she approached Awamori with a fake smile on her face, "Looks like I won. What now? Can you even move or will I have to carry you?" She asked of Awamori. Note: I want more SP so let's continue this.
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
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EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Mar 20, 2018 21:33:25 GMT -5
His body had been laid to rest in that machine, slowly allowing it to recover from the strain of powering the giant mech. Awamori was barely conscious, however he was at least more aware than he was the last few seconds within the cockpit, and directly after. He still wasn't aware of the commotion Giya was causing outside the room they had brought him into. When she peeked her head in his eyes found her, the one bloodshot eye still hardly able to see anything, while the other eye was slightly blurred but capable enough. He heard her voice, so he knew she was in the room. He gave a bit of a hoarse sounding chuckle. "...You held back on me, I'm surprised. I thought for sure... I'd be dead." He sounded strained enough, remaining completely still within that healing chamber-bed, still in that pilot's suit as well, oxygen mask still strapped over his face. "I don't need... you to carry me... anywhere."
Outside of the facility, workers and mechanics were hustling to get the mech back down into the underground laboratory, dragging the cockpit down via a large truck-like vehicle, literally towing it down there while the mech itself was pulled through a large, hidden hangar door in the ground itself. The chute would lead down to where the mech was originally stationed.
Back inside the room, Awamori lifted up an arm weakly, beckoning the girl over with his hand. "You had something.... you wanted to... tell me?" His memory was fuzzy, having not really retained any of what had just happened moments ago. It was coming to him, though, in patches of time here and there. At some point it was like the mech itself took control and Awamori completely blacked out. At least that was how Awamori felt. The healing enzymes did was they could to heal his battered, weakened body. Some of the burnt skin on his hands and neck had begun to clear up almost completely. Alien technology was usually vastly superior to anything they had on Earth-2, another thing that scared Awamori in his mission to protect his home planet.
Which the thought now crossed his mind. Having tested this powerful machine out and having a better understanding as to what he must do in order to control it, Awamori's only concern now was getting off Gokkano and getting back to Earth-2, planning to set phase 2 of his plan into motion. He would not allow anyone at all to become a threat or cause harm on his soil. He'd even go to these lengths to make sure that happened.
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Mar 22, 2018 20:23:35 GMT -5
"You would have been dead but then I couldn't tell you what i needed to tell you," Giya stated as she rolled his eyes at him. The young woman then slowly approached his bedside sashaying her hips as she did and let herself settle down next to the edge of his bed. She'd then lean forward on top of his sheets and thrust here stomach out as far as possible so that the curving shape of her belly was visible to his injured and uninjured eyes. Giya then gulped and in two words stated, "I'm pregnant," like she tried to convey on the battlefield before they went into senselessly beating each other up. It was the reason she'd initially not wanted to fight him but with the way her body was holding up, even with the small bruises it had now, fighting seemed like a thing she could throw herself into for the next seven months without any consequences in spite of her condition.
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Mar 27, 2018 11:19:44 GMT -5
He almost chuckled at her threat of if she had gone all out he would have died. Likely, it was true. His goal was to change that, though. If he could withstand the power of someone like Giya then he would have no problem defending Earth-2 against the likes of any alien forces who dared to invade. The other part caused him to raise a single brow though, flinching in a bit of lingering pain and soreness as he sat up in the bed some, that oxygen mask still over his face, though his body was still quickly repairing itself in that bed. "Pregnant? Hm." It was odd, but not out of the realm of possibilities. He didn't pin Giya as the most careful, specifically upon their first meeting. It was something he would need to work on with her if she was going to remain by his side. For now, there was the issue of her being with child. "Not entirely surprising. We both didn't really check her diagnostics before transferring your consciousness and Metallico Spine into the new body. I won't pressure you on what to do, either way. You have helped me thus far, and I will offer you protection for you and your child if need be once we are back on the planet. I am aware you are likely fully capable of protecting yourself, however if you plan on giving birth the safety of that child and you quickly diminish as time goes by."
His lungs were now fully operational, able to breathe on his own as he pulled that mask off his face and let it rest at his side on the bed. "That decision is for you to make. I intend to leave here soon. There are many things that I must do, next steps in order to ensure that Earth-2's protection is not at risk. The King of Earth-2's martial arts tournament is starting soon, with galactic borders opened up already. It's how that ship was easily able to get in and we were able to get out of the planet. I can acquire us a ship fairly easily, one that will leave us undetected when leaving here." Transferring the mech would not be a problem, either. Not with the advanced technology of Earth's Capsule Corporation at his disposal, or at least the access of schematics for certain things given his previous position in the Earth-2 Royal Military. "The longer we are here, the longer we are at risk. So is everyone else. We've overstayed our welcome as it is."
Giya Sorry for the wait. Crazy IRL stuff with possible new things happening. Let's wrap this up in the next few posts so we can move forward.
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