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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 5, 2012 9:56:57 GMT -5
(( OOC: ... -FACEPALM- I messed up on the header time thing. I fixed it now. Apologies. >~<; ))
========================================================= Year 2521 May 14 01:34
OPEN TO ANYONE =========================================================
It was the dead of night. Purprill had snuck onto the premises of the decrepit Slither Inc. building. He crawled low to the ground, on all fours. Quietly, he crept across the area, wary of any security drones.
While Purprill figured himself a formidable fighter as he was, even without the arm enhancements he received with Model P all those years ago, he didn't want to use up any of his energy unnecessarily. Not for this.
Purprill, after all, was looking for power. One does not lose power easily, and Purprill was greedy to be "back on top." He figured there would be SOMETHING in the good old Slither Inc. building, be it some sort of power source, some weaponry, or even just some data files. Anything. Purprill was desperate, not that he would admit it.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 5, 2012 10:30:12 GMT -5
OoC: Is is April or May, lol. I can't tell. Cause it'll affect how Jake acts and his performance as a fighter/athletic.
Ic: Jake didn't tell anybody where he was wandering off to. Honestly why should he? Kristine was busy, and despite having a job as a bodyguard, he could have a break. ... A cake break.
Stuffing the rest of the tres leches cake in his mouth, he dusted his hands off and then jumped up on one of the bars supporting the broken Serpent Tower. However Jake misjudged the sheer broken nature of it and the bar shifted and almost collapsed, bringing down some overgrown plants and almost... just almost Jake with it.
He'd hop off, grumbling about the structural integrity of the entire thing (though not saying much, cause he's still eating that cake he stuffed in his mouth) before he grabbed some vines and climbed up to one of the overlooks. Jake swallowed the last of the cake and then flopped down.
Peace, at last.
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 8, 2012 12:44:43 GMT -5
(( I corrected the time stamp u.u; sorry about that ))
As Purprill neared the building, he thought he heard something not too far away. Probably nothing, one might think. This ancient thing practically can't wait to collapse on itself. But Purprill was smarter than that. Skepticism is how you get caught, after all.
Purprill decided to keep his ears open, carefully listening for any other commotion, no matter how subtle. If somebody or something else really was here, Purprill didn't want to run into it either way. He continued his slow, quiet trek towards Slither Inc. As he got closer he tried to remember what sort of automated defenses the building had so he could sneak past them.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 12, 2012 13:21:47 GMT -5
OoC: Lol it's okay! *hug*
Ic: Purprill had it right. Being alert and skeptical about one's surroundings if how one survives the most dangerous places. Jake knew that was true and he would stay alert, his body tensed up as he tried to pretend he didn't collapse anything.
The defenses were probably half dead at this point as Jake's blue eyes shifted over to a half moving maverick, like one of those insects that you squash and it's still alive even after what you've done to it.
Jake shook his head, pulling his cloak behind him as he hopped down quietly. Now it would be time to explore this pathetic area and see what he could find. Slither Inc was supposedly similar to the old company he worked for, so he might be able to get some information...
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 13, 2012 9:29:20 GMT -5
(( Thank you QuQ -hugs- ))
IC:
Purprill's mind quickly drifted away from that strange, anxiety-inducing sound and back to his mission. As he reached the building, he decided to climb the outer wall instead of go through the veritable maze that was the interior. He was still pretty good at climbing sheer surfaces, luckily. He climbed slowly, using the veil of night to cover him.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 13, 2012 15:13:47 GMT -5
Jake would grip onto a piece of vine and then hoist himself up, not paying any mind to the Mavericks that were scuttling in and out. He already made it clear he was not a threat, and by not-a-threat the RPer means that he will gut them all alive if they bother him.
Granted, Jake would pass by a window, and possibly by some kind of luck, Purprill would too, which would cause the man to doubletake. Was that a purple monkey? Didn't seem like any kind of normal maverick or mechaniloid to him...
Perhaps an investigation would be under way.
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 14, 2012 10:07:06 GMT -5
As it just so happened, Purprill did indeed pass over a window as he scaled. As a matter of fact, that's not all he did. Purprill carefully removed said window and walked inside. He carefully walked inside, trying to minimize the noise he was making. His eyes glowed as he scanned the area, looking for doors, or perhaps stray data disks.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 15, 2012 15:34:05 GMT -5
Jake looked down to see that monkey come in and he just watched carefully. Okay so he had no idea what this robot thing was, or what it was doing here. It seemed to be quite alert for it's species and a little more advanced than the typical mechaniloid, so this meant a number of things.
Either way, the man would jump down, landing on his feet. He was quiet, but not ninja-like, and he still made a sound despite trying to remain quiet. Jake smoothed out his trenchcoat and adjusted the belt around his waist as he looked at the monkey.
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 20, 2012 9:58:20 GMT -5
Due to their proximity, Purprill heard the light sound of him falling down. He considered what it might've been, and came to the conclusion that, at worst, it was some semi-defunct mechaniloid meant to guard this place. Regardless of its threat-level, he prepared to take it down.
Purprill got as close to the wall as possible, stealthily creeping up on his four limbs, preparing to jump out from the shadows once he got a good look at his target.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 20, 2012 15:01:51 GMT -5
Jake could also see in the coming darkness that something was approaching. Maybe it was that monkey thing he saw earlier, maybe not, so he would crouch, tensing up as the other approached. Jake was tentative, and tended to attack before debating, and right now he saw the shadowy creature as a threat.
Jake reached in his coat to bring both holts of one of the sabers out, but chose not to activate it. Plus he didn't remember if it was Midnight's or Silver's saber (Midnight's was black and blended in), so he would have to be careful.
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 23, 2012 11:51:58 GMT -5
Purprill got in close and lunged from the shadows, not noticing his target was preparing for him. All he saw was a humanoid shape. Purprill leaped, arms outstretched, intending to pin his victim to the wall.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 23, 2012 17:58:07 GMT -5
And of course, out of nowhere was this giant pink money thing that lunged out, snarling at everything. Jake was indeed prepared, but he didn't see the large thing coming. The large, 7 foot man was pinned to the wall, but he used his thumb to activate the saber, revealing a yellow glow as he used his other arm and leg to force the monkey back.
"... A Pseudoroid." Jake twisted his wrist and then slashed down with his saber in hopes to either hit the monkey or make it jump back. Thankfully the glow of the saber let out enough light for Jake to see a bit better.
"What is your business here?"
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 26, 2012 11:12:33 GMT -5
Excuse you, Purprill is purple, not pink!!
Purprill snarled as his opponent, who Purprill could now clearly see was no mechaniloid, unsheathed some kind of energy sword. Purprill jumped away as Jake slashed at him. He backed away to the edge of the field of light projected by the weapon, making him just barely visible.
Purprill suppressed the urge to babble as he usually enjoyed to do. It was more intimidating to be a silent, mysterious force, he thought, yes, and every advantage was desirable. So he did not answer Jake's question, or even seem to acknowledge it.
Purprill was aware he couldn't take on a guy with a sword using only his bare fists, impressive though they were. Straightforward combat was not an option. Then again, when was it ever really an option? Purprill fancied himself a tactical fighter (or, if you prefer, a dirty, cheap fighter). He scanned the area around them, looking for some sort of rubble, debris or the like he could use to attack from a distance, outside of the sword's range. Or at least something he could distract Jake with.
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Post by Jake Ambrosi on Nov 27, 2012 16:35:40 GMT -5
Jake says, same difference! Lilax just laughs like a loon.
Jake didn't hear an answer from the monkey, so he naturally assumed that this must be some kind of mad maverick mechaniloid monster monkey minding it's own business until he messed with it. Like any animal, of course. As soon as he backed up, he would start circling around the other monkey, inching in closer.
This was a tactical shadow based fighter. He'd seen those before, namely Alki and Midnight Runner, but he didn't know what fighting style Purprill had. For now he would juts apply the tactic he always did.
Kill it first and ask questions later. It worked in every other time period, anyway. Plus it's probably working for Legion. He hated Legion.
Jake smirked, realizing that he outmatched the monkey by having a plasma based weapon, so he decided, why not a challenge? He then sheathed the saber and put it in his jacket, getting into a fighting position, toes light, and he motioned to the monkey to bring it on.
"Let's see what you got, little monkey." The 7 foot man smirked.
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Post by Purprill the Mandroid on Nov 28, 2012 12:44:36 GMT -5
Purprill watched Jake's movements carefully, almost doing a double-take as the man put his sword away. Was he serious? ... Oh. Of course. This guy must be a 'good guy.' He wants the fight to be on equal footing. Well only fools fight with honor!
Moreover, this mad maverick monkey meant to make a mockery of this man's moxie.
He took a couple steps away from Jake and launched out one of his extendable arms. His hand was balled up in a fist and aimed squarely at the human/reploid's dumb face.
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