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Carpe Noctum (9)

Dr. Cohen glanced back at Rosalie and laughed a little bit as he said, “Believe me, if the viruses didn’t have to stay in the breeder, I’d let her keep a couple. I’ve never seen someone more happy being with them.” It was certainly a welcomed occurrence for him to find another person (well, program technically) who shared such a friendly interest in them.

While Xenos had felt content and talkative a few moments ago, suddenly she was completely silent and had an intense expression on her face. Before Dr.Cohen could even ask her what was wrong, an array of noisy alarms began to go off which caused him to flinch.

“Dr. Cohen, Jack me out,” Xenos demanded. He grabbed his PET from his side as fast as he could and removed her from the Virus Breeder before dashing over to one of the sides of the main computer, opposite Aceon. Frantically he began trying to find the source of the alarm, and as he did, more and more warning prompts began to fill the screen. “What the hell…? How could someone have gotten in? I could have sworn the network was entirely secure…” he mumbled, barely above a whisper, as he continued to track down the source. 

Eventually, the screen displayed the area which housed the core of the main computer with an unfamiliar figure looming before it. The figure was incredibly distinct, with all sorts of stars shining around his body, making it obvious that this was no ordinary navi. Dr. Cohen stared at the figure blankly trying to rack his brain for any sort of clue as to who or what it was. “A netnavi made it inside the main computer by itself? It must have been able to slice through all the fire-walls like swiss cheese…” He could feel himself panicking, his hands beginning to shake, but Xenos continued to stay in control. “I’ll try and track down the Solo Navi and we can determine what plan of action to use from there. Keep monitoring the situation as you have been, Doctor.” 

“R-Right,” answered Dr. Cohen as he let Xenos enter the lengthy area that eventually lead to the core. Then, he turned to Aceon with painful grin on his face.

“Umm, Aceon. You’re seeing this too, right? I think…we might need your help here.”

“One step ahead of ya’ Doc.”

The moment the alarms started going off, Aceon reached into his backpack beside him. He pulled out his laptop and woke it from sleep mode.

“Security protocols are being activated,” WingMan said. “My guess is that they won’t buy us more than 5, 7 minutes top.”

“That’s fine with me,” Aceon replied. “Jack Out WingMan.”

WingMan was surprised. “Wait, what?”

Aceon started feverishly going through folders upon folders on his computer. “You heard me, Jack Out.”

WingMan did so. “Why did you have me Jack Out?”

Aceon found what he was looking for. He executed a batch file. It prompted him for a password. “Send Ground Support,” Aceon typed. The window went away and the screen turned black.

“I’m not sending you in there against some ass who hacked through SciLab’s firewall like Styrofoam with out a little backup.”

WingMan understood now. “Gotcha. I’ll prep for Solo Mode.”

The laptop’s screen now light back up. Half of it was still black, while the other half looked like a PET’s OS. “I’m Jacking In WingMan,” Aceon said. As WingMan transferred to Aceon’s laptop, the black half of his screen lit up with a third-person view of WingMan. Aceon then pulled a modified Jack In cord from his old Advance PET and plugged it in to his laptop and the main computer.

“Jack In, Player One and WingMan, Execute!”

—-

As WingMan finished the transfer, he looked to his left expectantly. Another Navi materialized there. This Navi looked almost exactly like Aceon. It had the same untidy hair, the same blue-green eyes, and the same slim build. It’s body looked similar to that of a Normal Navi, except that it was gray with green trim. It looked at WingMan and grinned.

“How’s Player One looking, WingMan?”

“He’s looking good. You should probably switch him to Battle Mode though.”

“Right,” Aceon replied. As he pressed a button on screen, thick, heavy looking armor appeared on Player One’s body. His right arm was replaced with a heavy duty Buster, and a helmet appeared and covered his face with a visor and face mask. Two tank treads also appeared on the bottom of each of his feet.

“We have even less time today than yesterday to finish this battle,” WingMan said. “Every minute the intruder is here, he could be copying sensitive data that could destroy people’s lives.”

“You’re right,” Aceon said. “We’re going all out. Ace in the Hole SP, Life Aura, Super Vulcan, Insert Coin SP, Battle Chips In, Download!”

Ace in the Hole was WingMan’s signature chip, as was Insert Coin for Player One. Ace in the Hole caused WingMan to enter what Aceon called “Overclock Mode.” WingMan’s usual Battle Mode preparations took place, except his wings remained in their flight position and activated. Two Hero Blades also appeared on his arms. Life Aura then activated and shield WingMan.

The other two chips went to Player One. Super Vulcan activated, but rather than appearing on an arm like normal, it appeared mounted to his back. Insert Coin then kicked in. Player One’s other arm turned into another heavy Buster, and a copy of Player One appeared, with red trim.

“All righty then, Player Two is here and set to mirror me,” Aceon said. “WingMan, I want you to fly an Omega Delta. Distract him long enough for me to get the Players into position to cover you.”

“Roger that,” WingMan replied, “let’s give this guy hell.” WingMan flew at break-neck speed towards the group of Security Navis fighting off the intruder, with the Players not too far behind.

Aceon turned up one of his favorite songs for Net Battling, “Bridge Burning” by the Foo Fighters. “Battle Routine Set, Execute!”

Carpe Noctem (6)

Dr. Cohen appeared to have been in some kind of daze after Aceon had reacted in the peculiar way he had. In response to both of Rosalie’s statements, he would mutter, “Oh, yeah, sure,” all the while not making direct eye-contact. Whenever he had been alone with her, her teasing would have made him react strangely, sure. But he had never quite felt as…embarrassed as he felt just now. He had no control over Rosalie’s actions, but for some reason he still felt accountable for how she was acting in front of Aceon. 

Xenos had been inside the Virus Breeder enough times that she didn’t need Dr. Cohen’s instructions. She simply let him drift back into reality on his own as she began to lead Hellen around. They started with the area that housed the most basic virus, the Mettaur. A few different kinds of them sat motionlessly in front of empty food bowls and there were statistics and Mr. Progs flittering about the area as well. She seemed unenthusiastic at first, having seen all of the different viruses dozens of times before, and her commentary was basic at best.

“In order for the viruses to grow, they must be fed just like anything else. They eat Bug Fragments, strangely enough.” She approached the food-dish of the most basic version of the Mettaur and synthesized a Bug Frag into her hand, and then placed it in it’s dish. Her face remained unchanged even when the Mettaur began to rub up against her happily after consuming the “food”. However, when she turned to look at Hellen’s expression, she couldn’t help but return a smile. It was positively glowing. 

“Would you like to try feeding the Alpha-Mettaur?” she offered, synthesizing another fragment into her out-stretched hand. Hellen was hesitant at first, but, eventually retrieved the fragment from her hand. Then, she mimicked her action with the Mettaur sitting next to the one Xenos had already fed. She couldn’t help but giggle in delight as the Mettaur rubbed up against her legs just as the other had done so. 

For the next couple of minutes the two had been completely occupied with feeding the various viruses and hopping back and forth between the areas, small chatter beginning to form between the two of them. If Dr. Cohen hadn’t been so pleased with having returned to such a joyful mood emanating from his PET, he would have been worried about the slowly diminishing supply of Bug Fragments…

…Shit. Aceon could feel the heat in his face. Sitting down, his eye level was right in line with… well, he’d rather not think about them. He swiveled around in his chair back to the computer, choosing to focus on Rosalie’s statement rather than her cleavage, which was getting a little too close for comfort.

“Well, actually, it’s not too different from a home PC,” Aceon started to explain. “Sure, this one does have, like, five different layers of security, and beyond that, there is tons of classified data, but other than that, it’s pretty user friendly.”

“Aceon,” WingMan said, “I’ve got some more info on that Navi we fought yesterday. I matched him to the description of a Navi named ToxicMan. I’m still working on identifying his NetOp though.”

“Thanks,” Aceon said. “Oh, right. This is my Navi, WingMan. His main purpose is to help me with the project SciLab assigned me, but I outfitted him for some combat. You wouldn’t believe how often I get called to bust viruses. I guess it comes with being new around here.”

Shouting “Poison” in a Movie Theater, Part 10

danandtoxicman:

The figure in the shadows that the determined Navi slashed at proved to be an Anubis statue; as an almost primal roar sounded from the opposite corner. ToxicMan, whom had been lying in wait, used this duping as an opportunity to attempt a sucker punch. However, the attack was thwarted by his opponent’s agility, leaving his punch to soar through empty air. He grunted.

Meanwhile, in the men’s restroom, Dante slyly opened the door to the bathroom stall. He flashed a grin beneath his oxygen mask at the sight of the unconscious janitor as heavy fumes began to disperse, fogging up the bathroom mirrors. It was time to make a run for it: the data he had received had provided excellent results, and a prolonged stay would result in certain arrest. Escape routes…escape routes…the boy pondered as he dashed through the wide hallway of the theater and into the lobby. The parking lot, visible through the glass doors of the lobby, proved empty; though Dante wasn’t about to wait around for law enforcement to arrive. Clutching his PET in one hand and his bag in the other, he bolted out the door.

Seeing an opportunity to strike as ToxicMan thrashed empty air, WingMan raised his blade and delivered a vertical slash, which was blocked by ToxicMan; though it left his arms damaged and caused him to skid backwards. Using the distance now between them, Dante uploaded a pair of Bug Bomb chips to use PET, allowing ToxicMan to roll them along the ground of the virtual battlefield. As they exploded, the Net Navi grinned, thinking he had bested the vigilant duo. However, his plan was foiled as Aceon quickly retorted with Bug Fix. ToxicMan gritted his teeth in anger, just as his OP buzzed in. “We’re done here, ToxicMan. We’ve no time to play games with these two any longer.”

“You’re not so bad, fly boy.” He remarked, “But you heard the man. Time for me to jet.” And the connection was closed.

Dante sighed. He had retreated to the sewers by crawling through a rather large drainage ditch installed on a curb near the movie theater. As ToxicMan returned to the PET, sirens wailed from above ground. “Good work today, partner. But I hate to say that these gases were a little too lethal. Distractions are good, but I’d hate for this things to kill someone…”

Using the sewer systems as a makeshift road, Dante was able to slip back into his apartment unnoticed by law enforcement. With a sigh of relief, he tossed his bag onto his futon and flipped on his television to the local news channel. As he expected, a live report was being made of the attack on the movie theater, and, as Dante had planned, no one had been killed during the attack; though his eyes widened as the reporter mentioned that a girl had been hurried off to the hospital due to an extreme asthma attack brought on by the gas. “…damn…didn’t expect that…” Dante brought his palm to his forehead and sighed. “Those damn things were too potent, it seems…lesson learned; idea scraped.” He felt guilty; what he thought was going to be simple test had quickly turned into a close call.

Dante had planned for the chemicals to induce a temporary coughing fit; not death. “Maybe I should go pay that girl a visit…without revealing who I was…” He mumbled.

“Aceon, stay with me, I’m fine, but Lily isn’t. JACK OUT NOW!”

Aceon was barely holding on to consciousness after that battle. It was luck that he had remembered his Bug Fix chip from work, his mind was so foggy… but then something WingMan said struck him like a bucket of cold water. The gas had stopped coming from the canister, but Lily was still in danger.

“Alright, Jack Out,” Aceon said, hoarsely, realizing that being so close to the source of the gas probably wasn’t good for his health. When Aceon confirmed that WingMan was back in his PET, Aceon grabbed the canister and started crawling his way back out of the airvents, as quickly as he could.

“So, why’d you grab the canister?” WingMan asked as Aceon almost fell face first out of the vents.

“Well, the trace route didn’t work, so this doesn’t have a use to me anymore,” Aceon said, running back to the theater doors, “but the Officials will want it as evidence, and probably to run their own tests on. I was already next to it, so I thought I might as well grab it.”

Aceon got to the theater door. “What are you going to do Ace? The control panel was busted, remember? We couldn’t unlock it.”

Aceon tried the door. Still locked. “I hoped that shutting down the canisters would reopen the doors, because I figured they could be opened remotely, but that didn’t work. Looks like we go to Plan B,” Aceon said, as he got ready to charge the door.

“NO, WAIT, DON’T-” WingMan shouted, but too late. Aceon slammed all of his weight at the gap between the double doors. There was a loud thud and a creak as the doors almost gave in.

“FUCK!” Aceon shouted, grabbing his side. His shoulder was in a lot of pain, but Aceon decided to ignore it and try again. By aiming at the gap between the doors, he was putting all of the strain where he could get the most leverage, and on the weakest parts of the door: the wooden frame that the locking rods slid into.

Aceon charged again, pushing off the ground right before he made contact with the door. There was a loud CRACK as the frame gave way and the doors swung open, revealing a thick cloud of gas that rushed out. Aceon fell on the ground, now in extreme pain on both sides, but he bared his teeth as his pushed himself up and found Lily.

She was unconscious, and Aceon barely had the strength to stand. Aceon began to seriously worry as he felt the effects of the gas return and strengthen. “Help! Please, anyone! Help me, my friend’s got asthma! She’s unconscious! Please!” Aceon shouted as loudly as he could. There wasn’t a response.

Shit, Aceon thought. He ducked down to make sure she was still breathing. Her breaths came slowly and softly, almost unnoticeable. Aceon tried to lift her, and found to his surprise that he could. He walked as quickly as he could, bringing her just out into the gas-free hallway before he had to sit down, unable to move another muscle.

“Help!” he shouted again. This time, one of the employees from the concession stand came running towards him, followed by two Officials and several EMTs. The employee, one of the Officials, and two of the EMTs stopped to examine Aceon, who was slumped against the wall with Lily laying across him.

“What happened here?” the Official said. She was obviously surprised by what she saw, and Aceon could understand why.

“Someone… someone attacked they used this…” Aceon pulled out the canister. “They poisoned us or something. Please, help Lily, she has asthma, you have to-“

One of the EMTs put a hand on Aceon’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he said, “we’ll take care of you and your friend.” Another wave of Officials and EMTs arrived, this time with stretchers. They put Lily on one, but Aceon refused to take one. He instead walked back with Lily as they loaded her into an ambulance, and rode with her to the hospital.

(“Shouting ‘Poison’ in a Movie Theater,” END)

drcohenrp:

(This RP is post-dated to after the battle with Toxicman.EXE)

Rosalie stared at the blonde boy typing on the main computer. He didn’t look like a SciLab employee by any means. Was he with Nebula? Goosebumps ran up the woman’s arms as she thought about it. Maybe the leader didn’t trust her, after all. Maybe she was a mere distraction while this— this BOY got to have the glory. Any guilt that had been building inside Rosalie regarding her mission and her poor beau was overcome with the venom commonly called ‘jealousy’.

She wrapped her fingers around the dark PET inside her handbag, waiting for this confrontation to provide the perfect distraction. With Hellen’s white PET in her hands, she glanced sideways at Cohen and forced a smile onto her face. Her posture was rigid, her entire form gave off the vibe of an aggressor being threatened.

“An intern, my dear doctor?”

It took Dr. Cohen a few moments to remember the teenager’s name correctly, but then he began speaking to Rosalie in a much more relaxed tone than hers. “Oh, not exactly. Aceon is  more of a volunteer, I guess you could say. The kid’s as sharp as a tack, though, we could use his help a lot more.”

He scratched the side of his face unconsciously, and then stepped forward to speak to Aceon, who was still working away at the computer. “Well, look at me talking behind your back like that, I don’t make a good first impression do I? Although, you might remember me from before. I’m Doctor Cohen.” He motioned with his arm to Rosalie while adding, “And this is Rosalie. She’s just visiting today.” 

There was a small twinge of apology in his voice, as he felt as if he had just disrupted someone’s important work; “Hopefully we won’t bother you. I’m just going to give Rosalie and her navi a run down of how the Virus Breeder works.” He ended his statement, and then approached a metallic, spherical device that came up to his knees. It was in the corner of the room, and while it seemed to have seen better days, it was still functioning just fine. He took his PET out of his pocket and spoke to Xenos with small grin. “Would you mind showing them around? I can’t exactly stick my head in there myself.” 

“Of course, Dr.Cohen,” She replied, transferring herself into the device, and then waited for the other party to arrive. 

“Aceon, your being talked to. Or, talked at would be more appropriate,” WingMan commented through the ear-buds Aceon was using to listen to music.

“Huh?” Aceon said, pulling out his ear-buds and turning around to see who it was. He saw Dr. Cohen, a face he had seen more than talked to, and… Jesus Christ, who the hell is that?

Standing next to the meek Doctor was, well, there was no other way to put it; an extremely attractive woman Aceon had never seen before. Aceon was unprepared for this and in his surprise leaned to far back into his chair and promptly fell backwards in it.

Aceon picked himself up off the ground, blushing, and said, “I’m fine, nothing to worry about. I just had my music playing, I didn’t hear you come in or what you said just now. My name’s Aceon. I do odd jobs around here. Sometimes, I work under Dr. Hikari’s people, other times, I’ll be under Dr. Cohen’s people. I’m kinda low on the totem pole right now, but I’m getting there.”

Aceon noticed the screen of his PET, which was laying on the control panel, was flashing to get his attention. “Sorry, my Navi’s trying to tell me something.” Aceon put the earbuds back in and sat back down, trying to ignore the fact that a highly pretty woman now staring at him, trying to understand what just happened. “Whatcha got for me WingMan?”

“Well, not much, but this doesn’t seem to be something new, ” WingMan started. “Apparently, there have been several incidents like this where there have been gases leaked in public places. I’m downloading the reports now.”

“Alright, cool,” Aceon said. He turned back around to his new company. “Sorry about that.” He turned to the girl and realized that there were now two marks on his head, one from the rail on Lily’s bed, and the other from his fall. He blushed a bit. “Oh, and, uh, sorry, I didn’t hear if your name was mentioned. Would you mind repeating it?”

(After Poison in a Movie Theater)

Ugh, Aceon thought, where…?

Aceon sat up, extremely stiff, and examined his surroundings, trying to remember where he was and why he was there. Immediately in front of him was Lily laying in a hospital gown, hooked up to a respirator and IV line, as well as the standard assortment of cords taking her vitals. She appeared to be sleeping normally.

The memories of yesterday’s attack on the movie theater came flooding back to him. He remembered how after he scared off that Navi, the ambulances and Officials arrived, and Aceon rode with Lily to the Beach Street Hospital.

He realized he must have fallen asleep at Lily’s side as he waited for her to wake from the coma she fell into. Aceon grabbed Lily’s hand, and to his surprise, Lily’s eyes started to flicker.

“Lily?” he asked, his voice harsh due to the poor condition his lungs were in, though he refused to accept care to ensure that he could be with Lily to make sure he was there when she woke up.

Her eyes flickered more, and she slowly opened her eyes. “Aceon, what happened?” she said as she looked around, calmly observing her surroundings.

“You were poisoned,” Aceon replied. “Some guy decided to test poisonous gas in the theater, and your asthma really messed you up. But don’t worry, I was planning on going in to SciLab today to try to find the bastard that did this to you.”

Lily looked worried. “Wait, but what if he tries to poison you? Please, think for a second.”“

“I already have Lily,” Aceon responded firmly. “We were lucky I went outside when I did, if I hadn’t there might not have been anyone to notice that something was wrong, and you and I might be dead. I don’t want that to happen to anyone else.”

Lily’s gaze softened. “You always did want to be the hero. You look so cute when you’re all determined like that.”

Aceon started to turn red. “Well… I… uhm… I should get going. I’m supposed to work today too, so I should go.”

After they said goodbye, Aceon hurried off to SciLab. On the subway, he realized his PET was off. He turned it on and spoke to WingMan about his plan. They agreed that the best place to start looking for info was to search through the main computer, so when they arrived, Aceon headed up the long steps to SciLab, hoping to find something to aid his search.

(OOC: Alrighty, so because I want things to happen, I’m going to be skipping around in time a bit. I’ll still be doing Poison in a Movie Theater, but I’ll also be doing a scene that takes place the next day.)

(OOC: GAH, this internet is weird. It cut apart my last post, fixed now.)

Shouting “Poison” in a Movie Theater, Part 9

danandtoxicman:

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaw shit. Aw SHIT. SHIT.” ToxicMan swore in surprise, his face of grim expression. “DAN MAN. YOU SEEIN’ THIS? SOME LITTLE PUNK ASS IS WRECKIN’ OUR SHIT.”

“Yes, I can see that. But those viruses are expendable. We’re not at a loss.” Dante calmly stated, hiding his building rage behind his cold eyes.

“BUT HE’S HEADING FOR THE CONTROL PANEL.”

“I know. And that’s why I’m sending you in there.”

“Oh. Right.”

Dante’s fingers danced across the screen of the PET like the legs of a spider as he prepared to send ToxicMan in to assess the current threat.

“Remember,” He advised. “This is only one of the canister’s we’re talking about here. We’ve still got plenty; more than enough to gain a sufficient amount of data. It’ll take more than one vigilante to stop you and I, you know.” Dante smiled faintly.

“You got it boss man! But if shit gets bad, we high tailin’ it out of here!”

“Of course!”

-

ToxicMan stumbled into the canister’s control room; the Jack In a success. “Aight, I’m ready for anythin’. After this, me and Dante can chill, and like, holla’ at some bitches.” He said, attempting to motivate himself to succeed in the inevitable and approaching conflict. “Yo Dan! Feed me some chips!”

“Sure, sure. No problem.” Dante’s hand fumbled in his pant pockets for a second or two before finding the chip he intended to use: Anubis. “Alright, Toxic. Here’s your favorite; coming your way.”

“Aaaaw shit. It’s Anubis, ain’t it?”

“But of cou-“

Just then, there was a slam of a door. Footsteps sounded from outside the bathroom stall as Dante quickly hid his legs by crouching on top of the toilet lid. “Helloooooo? Is anyone in here? I’m a janitor who works here and there’s been a gas leakage or something! Anyone still in the bathroom needs to evacuate immediately!” The footsteps got closer; knocks sounded from each of the stall doors before they creaked open. “HELLO?” Resounded after each.

It was obvious that this man intended to check all the stalls: empty or otherwise. Dante bit his lip as he carefully reached into his messenger bag, lifting it off the bathroom floor and suspending it in the air before pulling out his gas mask and a smoke bomb, in the shape of a grenade. He snickered as he pulled the pin, tossing it under the stall door. The metal clinked against the tiles of the bathroom before a soft “Huh?” was heard; then the hissing of gas and the alarmed cries of a grown man.

Then a thud.

“Come on, ToxicMan, hurry up!”

“Alright, I’m here,” WingMan said.

“Okay, so to have coordinated such a massive effort, there are probably multiple canisters linked to a network,” Aceon said. “Shut down all the canisters through the network, and see if you can do a trace-route to identify the source.”

“Alright, I’ll give it a go,” WingMan said as he began typing away. “Let’s see… okay, so there is a network, but it’s passcode is heavily encrypted.”

“When in doubt, whack it with a hammer,” Aceon said, “or in this case, run HammerTime.exe.”

WingMan found the executable in his memory and ran it. “Nice. When did you have the time to write a code breaker?” he said as he tapped away at the control panel.

“Pfft, I didn’t have the time. I did this when I was supposed to be taking notes in History,” Aceon replied.

“Ace, come on, you’ve gotta do your work,” WingMan said. The control panel beeped. “Alright, I’m in. Sending a kill code now.” As WingMan pressed send, a shadow fell on the control panel. “GAH,” WingMan shouted as he quickly dove to the side. He rolled out of the way and turned to the source of the shadow.

“Look out Aceon, we’ve got company!” he said as he activated a diagnostic tool he used quite often, though most of the time is was to fix buggy Mr.Progs. “Analysis complete. This one’s one tough customer. He seems to be geared for poisoning chips. He’s probably the one behind this attack. Him and his NetOp at least, he’s definitely not a Solo Navi.”

“Fuck, we’ve gotta stall him until the kill code goes through,” Aceon said. “WingMan, put me on mic.” A noticed appeared on the HUD that alerted Aceon that he was on speaker. “HEY, ASS HOLE, TELL YOUR NETOP THAT HE’S A LOW-LIFE PUSSY. ONLY A COWARD WOULD DO SOMETHING AS LOW AS TO USE POISON GAS.”

“Aceon, what the fuck are you doing?!” WingMan asked.

“I’M CALLING HIM OUT!” Aceon replied. “Get ready for battle WingMan! Speakers off!” The message faded from the HUD. “Let’s go! We’re not wasting anytime! Fire Sword, Water Sword, Elec Sword, Bamboo Sword, Battle Chips In, Download! Element Sword Program Advance Go!”

A circle appeared on WingMan’s right arm, and out from it grew four blades, one red, one blue, one yellow, and one green. They then spun until they merged into one, which glowed bright white and merged with WingMan’s right arm.

“THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH US!” Aceon and WingMan shouted as WingMan dashed forward, slicing at the Navi.

Shouting “Poison” in a Movie Theater, Part 7

aceonhikaru:

Aceon returned to the atrium doors with a refill of popcorn. He pulled at the door handle, but for some reason, the door didn’t budge. He tried again to no avail.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Aceon said. He tried opening the door again, but with the same result.

“What’s up?” WingMan asked.

Aceon set the popcorn down and tugged at the handle with full force. “The stupid door is stuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “What… the… hell?” he said before losing his grip and staggering backwards….

WingMan stepped into the canister’s computer. Looking around, all WingMan could see was a terminal on the other side.

“Be careful WingMan,” Aceon said, “this place is probably littered with traps and viruses. But we have to be quick, who knows how much time Lily has left, and I’m probably on a time limit too, the gas is everywhere.”

“Alright, I’ll be careful,” WingMan replied. He stepped forward a couple steps. Suddenly, a Sand Worm virus jumped up at him. WingMan narrowly side-stepped it. “Contact! It’s a Sand Worm. There are probably more. Mettaurs too!” WingMan added as some appeared.

“Gottcha, I’ll send chips,” Aceon said, digging some out. “Step Cross, Battle Chip In! Download!”

“Good idea,” WingMan said as he entered Battle Mode. His wings retreated a bit to allow him easier movement, and his boots expanded to pump up the jets on the bottom of them. A face mask expanded to cover his mouth, and a translucent blue visor slide across his eyes.

“Alright, now lets use that chip,” WingMan said. A sword appeared on both of his arms, and the jets in his boots activated. WingMan dashed forward as the Sand Worm came up to make another pass at him, and he slashed it with both of his blades. He then dashed out of the way of one of the Mettaurs as it brought it’s pick-axe down, and dashed back to slash it, and then disposed of the other Mettaur.

WingMan glanced around for more. “Look out!” Aceon said, noticing a shadow descending on him. “Anti Damage, In! Download!”

There was a poof of smoke as WingMan disappeared to be replaced with a doll. A split-second later, a Powie virus dropped onto the doll. WingMan, who was now airborne after jumping out of the way, dropped onto the Powie and sliced it in half.

“That was way too close for comfort,” WingMan said, looking around once more. “Damn, how many guys are there?” he said, spotting a cluster of Canodumbs. “Oh no, even more,” he added as Mettaurs, Swordys and Piranhas appeared.

Aceon slammed his fist on the side of the vent. “Enough! They’re just stalling us while we breath in more gas! I’m done! Sword, Wide Sword, Long Sword, Battle Chips In! Download! Life Sword Program Advance!”

“You got it!” WingMan said as the Step Cross chip faded away. He concentrated on the Program Advance.

“Let’s do it!” WingMan and Aceon said in unison. “Sword!” A sword appeared WingMan’s right arm. “Wide Sword!” A different sword appeared on his left arm. “Long Sword!” WingMan crossed the two blades as they lit up. They seemed to start merging together. “Life Sword Program Advance!” There was a flash of light as the Program Advance activated. WingMan prepared to slice with the new Life Sword on his right arm as the enemies flinched from the flash.

WingMan shouted as he swung it with all his might. A wave of energy expanded from the blade as he did, and it raced across the area, destroying all the viruses.

“We did it!” Aceon said. “Quick, we gotta turn this thing off!”

“Right! Hang in there Lily!” WingMan said as he ran towards the control panel.

—-