Shef"Yes."The head of security, a well built though evidently aging man addresses you without much fanfare.
"So you're the contractor eh? Nice arm, that one of those newfangled gizmos they're making out there? Looks like something from a movie. Anyway, yeah I'm the head of security, the event's above my paygrade though, got some other contractors handling it. Us? We're just following the procedures we get in the email. I can get you a copy if you want."Noriko"No really, it's no trouble, it'd be a bit um, rude right to just drop this off at your door step, right?""Don't worry about us, we got magic to help us carry it now, don't we? Come,「Dschinghis Khan」" (Vendelin)And with that his guardian spirit appears again, hefting up the awfully large box by his side.
"KILL." "KILL." "KILL."The plushie also casually toss their boxes up into the air and catch them, looking rather comical at that given how small they looked in comparison.
Faith and MinatoFaith: 4, Hyper[5]
Minato: 5, Hyper[5]
Harvest: 2
Spell Chime A: 3
Spell Chime B: 6
Spell Chime C: 5, Hyper[5]
Spell Chime D: 3, Hyper[5]
Minato, blast off, the scythe glancing off of Rho Aias. Wide sweeps dispersed force over an awfully large area, it's pretty terrible for breaking shields. A pick-like strike on the other hand? That could be problematic, and this damn inversion, it's like it's purpose built to bypass your defenses. ...It very well could be. Inversion to bypass and drain, frost and bolt to pin and entrap, a scythe swung like a pick as a killing blow. Yes, there is now doubt about it, this is not a chance encounter, this is an assassination attempt.
Your armored boot touches down on the barren ground. Your strength begins to drain. Gravity magic. Angled towards the center line of each barren region. Makes it harder to escape, harder to fly over. No matter, you kick off again, leaping over the threshold. Faith's blast sends her diving under you as you raise your shield, blocking both arrow barrages from above while the floating shields spin into place against the arcane bolts. You need to keep moving, these attacks are going to tear away the wheat around you, and leave you both back at square one.
Hmm... the wheat... the wheat caught in your blasts are gone. They're affected by your attacks too. But this barren earth does not impair its master.
The lights in the convenience store across the street begin to flicker. On and off. On and off. Until
it appears. Modular design. Metallic body, scavenged mostly. Mimics the form of its maker. Black chassis with three white stripes running down its legs. Blood red plating mimicking a coat. Armored. Broad shouldered. Imposing. Its "face" resembling a gasmask with a single rebreather cylinder angled to the side, rotating idly with puffs of cigarette smoke. With one hand it raises its weapon, an awfully large rifle cannon, rugged with the faintest traces of the kalashnikov, its distant ancestor. A metallic talon wraps around the trigger.
The brilliant bolt streaks forth from the barrel, multicolored wisps of light trailing its volatile pulsating form to the tune of its internal beat, the blast streaking cleaving through the field between you and the assassin.
Oh no.
Oh no.
Not this asshole again.
You hear his voice now, that familiar accent now-twisted through the automaton's speakers, giving it a cold metallic edge.
"Halt! That is my target."". . ."The wounded Aramitama continues limping forwards towards you.
"I said halt! Do you not hear me Блять?"". . ."Beneath the hat she glares at it, breathing labored, shadowy fissures beginning to open in her form as the radiation cooks her from the inside. She crouches low, readying to lunge.
"This is your final warning. Stand down, or I will cut you down.""I'd like to see you try."Chimes A and B hammer your shields with arcane gatling fire, circling above in a loose formation. C hangs back, maintaining one of the frost circles. D opens fire on the automaton. The sense of dread returns now, stronger than ever. This is it. She's running out of time, whatever Faith did, it's frying her from the inside, black blood is leaking from her eyes, from her mouth. She's unsteady, she's tried. But she still has her trump card, that trap, and whatever it is, you've the feeling that now is the time for her to use it.
She staggers forwards, going for another quick horizontal slash, and then well, you have the sinking feeling that a
very bad thing is going to happen. You're, honestly not sure if you'll be able to avoid it, whatever it is. Your instincts are screaming at you to run. But well, that's clearly not an option now. Looks like whatever she does, you'll just have to take it head on and kill her after.
Faith
Status: Hurt, tired
World Line: 4 6 6 2 1 1 6 4 5 4
Alterations: 4
Resolve: 2
Minato
Status: Slightly hurt, Rho Aias, 5 stockpiled units
World Line: 1 3 1 2 2 4 1 2 6 5
Alterations: 5
Resolve: 3
AM03-Gamma
Status: Fine
Harvest
Details: Doing a very bad thing.
Status: Very badly hurt, severe Doki Doki poisoning, unsteady, fatigued, boiling from the inside
Spell Chime A
Details: Pinning Faith and Minato.
Status: Fine
Spell Chime B
Details: Pinning Faith and Minato.
Status: Fine
Spell Chime C
Details: Maintaining a frost arrow bombardment circle above Faith and Minato.
Status: Fine
Spell Chime D
Details: Firing on AM03.
Status: Fine
AM03-Gamma
Another one of Dr. Rogopnik's anti-Minato robots, operated remotely by the man himself. You're pretty sure he'll do what you say, but you're unfamiliar with the specs of this new model. Armed with a hardbass infantry assault cannon.
BEHOLD. THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE LEGEND.