Brandon - Shipping and Handling[Toggle Names]
Description: Moondyne Mouse is looking to move HitBit equipment from Sunshine City. The problem is that she has encountered an individual with a vested interest in making sure that technology doesn't fall in the wrong hands.
Using his inherent magical detection skills, it would take Brandon some time and effort to track down just where the mischievous mouse robot went with that device that he and Noboru had tried so hard to track down in Sunshine city. At the present, the rascally rodent had packed up the HitBit device in a metal aluminum suitcase and was about head up to the rooftop of a multi-story office building belonging to one of the world's foremost tech companies (which nodoubt had NESTS moles and plants) where a helipad awaited. Of course, one just had to beat her to the rooftop--meanwhile avoiding security.
Had she taken an elevator? There was a fire escape stairwell... where the hell did she go?? It would seem absurd to ask where the 5 foot tall mouse robot had just went, after all, she was likely disguised ontop of that!
It started with the mundane. With use of rumors and connections he was able to determine that the device was still within town. From there it was a combination of scrying rituals which while unadmissable in court it would lead the way to where it was now. He couldn't move on it then but when they tried to move it is when he'd move on it.
He then started using a more active tracking spell to keep constantly pinged with the location until he was able to determine likely departure points. It is why when Moondyne gets to the roof top she sees a familiar figure fade into view as the cloaking ritual wears off. It looks like the detective's combination of intuition, intelligence, mystical prowess have brought him to the right location.
The door to the rooftop access of the Nexion building opens, and out skips... a short lady in a business suit, blazer and heels? She's got long brown hair, and looks like she fits in there, but... skipping? To be fair, nobody was around but...
Of course she stops when she realizes she's not alone, Brandon standing there. Her own 'cloaking ritual' of sorts fades away, rather her holographic disguise dissolves into nothing, leaving the stark white and black armored form of the mouse femme robot standing there.
"Oh! hello there, mignon. Just could not stay away, hmm?" Moondyne grins, gesturing to herself and dropping the aluminum case to her side and sliding it away across the rooftop, further away from the both of us. "I know how it is, who is this fabulously exotic and irresistable creature you met in that alleyway?" she jogs in place a little, as if flexing and readying joints and synthetic muscle she's going to be needing very soon.
"Once I am done here we can go on a date, alright?" she bends her knees and grins, dropping into a ready stance, gesturing for the man to come closer.
COMBATSYS: Moondyne has started a fight here on the right meter side.
COMBATSYS: Brandon has joined the fight here.
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Brandon 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Moondyne
He was happily discarded his ritual since in their first encounter she had shown that she could detect him through his ritual anyway and so it was a waste of time and energy to keep it up. He leans against the staircase and adjusts his fedora as he sees that cloaking hologram being shed.
"No. I'm not the type of person who mixes business with pleasure."
As the cybernetic mouse eases into her stance, the detective shifts into a Hitman boxer's stance aka. the Philly Shell.
"Besides, I know for a fact that you have the HitBit and I want it."
The fact that she took her stance first gave him all the justification he needed for self defense.
"I thought humans were supposed to take careers they found fun," Moondyne grinned with a shrug, tilting her head to him. "Well, if you want it, why don't you come and get it?" she grinned. Immediately around her, the area of the helipad began to glow--before a blinding white globe of energy radiated outward from her, like a bomb blast--heading straight for Brandon and leaving a perfectly white, clean space over everything it touched!
"If you can!"
COMBATSYS: Brandon fails to reflect Palette Cleanser from Moondyne with IV - The Emperor.
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Brandon 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Moondyne
Brandon is familiar with this type of strategy. In fact, he has a spell when he decides to really cut loose that detonates a ball of blinding light. This familiarity is what causes him to jump the gun a bit. He wanted no part of being blinded and hoisted by his luminous petard.
His hand brushes the leather pouch as he pulls his Emperor card from it with a bit of slight of hand. He is just an instant too slow.
When the light fades away, the detective stumbles backwards as a mystical energy shield forms in front of him too little, too late for him to protect from her blinding attack and shielding his eyes with the hand not holding the tarot card.
"Whoo! Magic cards, eh? magic hands, too, I hope~" Moondyne cackled, having narrowly avoided getting hit by the energy that blew back from Brandon's attempt to bounce it back. Moondyne approached cautiously, bounding up to Brandon to deliver a strike to him--more of a right cross, really.
"But can you reflect fists?!" he could see she was grinning wide as she got closer, those mouse-like buck teeth on display.
COMBATSYS: Moondyne successfully hits Brandon with Improvised Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Brandon 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Moondyne
He considers going for his Hermit card but he felt as though he was being goaded so he tightens his guard and attempts to perform a shoulder roll to intercept the right cross. His eye sight doesn't quite clear out the blinding light and so he catches the cross to the chin. He blinks out the stars from getting hit right on the button.
He stumbles backwards once more and after a few moments of getting his feet back under him, a new card appears in his hand. Moondyne might have a moment to see the image of the Strength tarot card in his hand right before a pale yellow energy enhanced palm strike is delivered to the chest. When hand is drawn back, the card is gone.
COMBATSYS: Moondyne blocks Brandon's VIII - Strength.
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Brandon 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Moondyne
"You shouldn't be so tense, mon petit--I have not even tried to trick you yet!" Moondyne grinned, holding her hands up to call out to Brandon over the background noise coming from the city around them, plus the wind. They were a bit high up, after all. Being as close as she is, Mouse attempts to put her arms up but the blocking attempt is made poorly--her armor-clad body lifted up and back by the palm strike, her boots skidding against the asphault as she slides to a stop from it.
"Ooouch--right in the stomach," she coughs, apparently able to sense pain like he can. "Bad boy, take your medicine and sit down--" she half-turns and unfolds her right arm--backhand swinging out to strike across his front!
COMBATSYS: Brandon blocks Moondyne's Quick Strike.
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Brandon 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Moondyne
The private eye brings his guard back up into the Hitman stance, frowning as he focuses on the cybernetic mouse in front of him. He takes a deep breath as she swings at him with a backhand. This time, he manages to turn into the attack catching the impact on his shoulder.
"Maybe when you get a medical degree."
He steps back and shakes out his arms and rolls his neck. There's a moment before his entire body flares up in a gold yellow aura. Anyone with chi sensitivity will sense a release on his restraints on his energy as he brings his hands up into a different stance. A peek a boo stance. He's has abandoned his cards for the time being.
COMBATSYS: Brandon taps his power directly surrounding his body with a bright aura.
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Brandon 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Moondyne
"I have detailed files," Moondyne retorts to the medical degree comment. I mean, why wouldn't she--she's meant to work around humans... right? Somehow 'assassin' bot just doesn't seem to radiate off her. Some other purpose for her, then?
"Taking the gloves off, dear? I will then, too~" Moondyne darts in closer, a series of red and blue holographic hands--phantom limbs springing up out of the concrete to wrap around Brandon and begin to squeeze.
"I give great hugs~"
COMBATSYS: Brandon endures Moondyne's Undying Trickster.
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Brandon 1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1 Moondyne
Brandon doesn't bother moving away from red and blue hands that threaten to surround him and in fact, he moves forward into the danger as he gets squeezed by the arms. He grits his teeth in pain as he fights through the pain of both Moondyne's hug and his own energy.
He struggles to get his hands up to neck level and then reaches out to strangle her as he rears back to ideally deliver a powerful headbutt that would blow his fedora off his head should he connect.
COMBATSYS: Brandon knocks away Moondyne with Crown of Stars.
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Brandon 1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Moondyne
Moondyne /is/ really short, to be fair, so when Brandon suddenly lances his arm out to catch her, her neck is probably closer to where he can easily grab--and she's caught!
"Ghhk--ooh, strangulation--" she can still speak despite her lips not moving, the sound coming from her mouth and throat regardless, soon getting headbutted hard enough to throw her all the way back--her holographic trap still holding him, howeva.
"Owww--I'm not sure who that hurt more," she wavers about, suddenly bringing her holo-generator to full load, what seems like electricity suddenly leaping out from her body as she brings her arms up around her!
COMBATSYS: Moondyne successfully hits Brandon with Posi-Bolt.
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Brandon 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>-\-------\0 Moondyne
Brandon continues to struggle in the trap as the electricity comes in. Because of those bindings, he can't move away before the energy engulfs him before he gets ripped away from the energy arms and gets knocked down to the ground.
With an agonized expression on his face as he feels his energy ravaging his body. He works himself to his knees as air hisses through his teeth. He slowly works up to his feet as he holds a single palm up.
Thirteen swords of golden light form into a circle above him and angle downward towards Moondyne. All of sudden the swords descend in rapid fire fashion towards his adversary and attempts to not only down the roguish robot but attempt to send one or two swords towards the HitBit components. He doesn't think he'll be able to hit it but if he manages to damage or destroy it all the better.
COMBATSYS: Brandon can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Brandon knocks away Moondyne with #Astral Blades of Death#.
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"Now /that/--was a trick," Moondyne winced a bit as she saw the state the detective was left in, walking over and reaching down to grab the aluminum case just as the sound of a helicopter approached.
Then the swords rained down--spearing Moondyne right through her center mass and one goes through the aluminum case, which subsequently broke open.
"Gah... aww... the PCB is cracked..." Moondyne is sitting a good distance away, electricity arcking out of her chest where the golden blade penetrated her midsection. She pulls herself up, wincing.
"Well I hope you're happy, it's not worth the metal it's made out of," She hunched over, not looking like she's having a good time there. From the side of a building, her getaway copter arrives--and she dashes for it to dive over the side of the building--the helicopter ducking down and rising up as it flies away, the robot presumably having escaped.
COMBATSYS: Moondyne is momentarily distracted by a saucy social media post!
COMBATSYS: Moondyne can no longer fight.
His knees buckle after the mystical blades disappear. His breathing becomes heavy and the pain becomes too much for him to handle and so he collapses in a heap on the ground. He pulls the restraints back on his power so that he can recover.
He watches as the cyber rogue makes her getaway, unhappy that she made her escape, but wrecking the equipment it was one less dangerous weapon that could end up in the hands of the wrong type of person or organization..
"Ugh. That hurt... soooo... much."
He crawls slowly to his fedora and places it back on his head and leans on the ledge of the roof.
Log created on 16:23:02 07/09/2019 by Brandon, and last modified on 00:15:26 07/11/2019.