Description: Deep in the ventilation ducts, Momo crawls. It's a tight fit here, moving through the very depths of the ship. But she's small. She's managing. And in the process, she's seeing things that aren't meant to be seen. Including something she'd have been better off not knowing. Once Pandora's Box is open, there's no going back. That's something Momo's about to learn. And for Chisel, one of Rugal's men...well, he's about to learn that "R" isn't paying him enough for this.
Using this as an entrance, Momo has spent the past hour carefully making her way through the interior of the phantom ship, wearing a heavy sweatshirt to try and keep away the random blasts of freezing cold air that make their way through every now and then. Her tennis racquet is strapper to her back as usual, and a sharpie is carried in one of her hands. Every dozen feet or so she pulls up her sleeve and marks her progress on her arm. She's managed to make quite a map this way.
Of course, that sudden shaking of the ship a little while ago was more than a little surprising, and she's been hearing the strangest sounds coming from outside the vents ever since then... was that gunfire? Nah, couldn't be.
It is rather chill in the makeshift maze.
Though the spaces are tight, they are no means impassable--it would in fact seem that the ventilation systems of the Suiryuu are one of the few areas that actually seem to make any kind of measurable sense inside the People's Ship. After all, air has to circulate. There are some fans here and there to assist in the ventilation, but they are easily circumvented, given a screwdriver and some time.
More importantly, the vent work shows quite the legitimate treasure trove of sights. Of coruse, there are the standard rooms--the individual cabins, the various living and fighting spaces, a number of cargo holds--including a sealed off section or two deep in there where one of the bays flooded. But it's the engineering spaces that herald the greatest modicum of information.
Computer systems line throughout the engine room, reading off information and charts, power levels and other such things you'd expect to see in an engine room, but also the sealwork over the ship's hull runs through tighter spaces than would be expected--there are hidden rooms there, with monitors that display data in odd codes and ciphers. Still. If Momo continues, despite the trolling thumps and groans of squeaking metal over head, and the rhythmic pounding of steel and cannon, she will come across a sight she might be familiar with.
M0M0. Or, at the very least, M0M1. And M0M2. 3... .. 4...
... 16 ...
Almost gruesome in its application, there are at least three score of automatons hung in a sealed cargo bay of the Suiryuu. Some are barely complete, vague shells of the selves that they would come to be. Others... well. Others are in varying and progressing stages of completion. A pink dress here. A racket there. Each are hung faithfully in turn by their necks from cordage in the ceiling. Swaying with the ship, they seem grim marionettes to some militant hand. Tools are hung at a nearby desk, and one of the replicants lay there, transfiguration half-complete. All are inactive. Limp. Without order, they are eerily in order.
It would seem that Momo's arrival was not merely expected. It was /counted/ on.
At each unique room, Momo writes a letter on the map on her arm, then rolls up her other sleeve and makes a note as to what each letter responds to.
A: Security room
B:Magic security room
C: Ninja locker room w/showers
D: Sakura's bedroom (vandalize later)
E: Chi art room
F: Robomomo hive???!
The Taiyo tennis star can do little more than stare out the grate in the vents at the M0M0 production facility. Elle had said that they had probably just modified one of their regular training dummies to look like Momo, but this... well, this puts an end to that theory! "I need to get a picture of this," the girl mumbles to herself, fiddling around in her pockets for her cell phone and then pointing it out the grate.
She pauses after a moment and frowns. Beep, beep, beep goes the phone as she goes into her options menu and turns up the image brightness. NOW it's picture time!
There is no response from the so-called 'hive' as Momo investigates the small army of manpower stored there. Seemingly, there is no security system, or sentry set in the room. Why should there be, when the room itself is hidden away? Still--the brightness/contrast settings are quite necessary--though the dim lighting tells enough for the human eye, the electronic eye--including the camera reading the footage from the security room--lack the gift of imagination and require more assistance.
As she's snapping off the pictures, Momo might notice the commotion on deck is getting measurably louder, resonating through the air ducts with each resonating thump.
Perhaps she might realize, after a moment of consideration that it is NOT something happening on deck. There is a whirr of servos heard quite some way down the tract--it is something coming up the duct.
And judging from the approach of those noises, it is coming up rather dangerously fast.
The tennis player is definitely getting the heebie-jeebies now. What the heck is going on up there? Elle will have to fill her in later-- a thought that fills Momo with dread, since it'll mean getting even further into information debt to the woman. Maybe she can withhold information about the M0M0 construction facility as a bargaining chip...
...you know, that whirring sound is a little louder than she's comfortable with. Momo tries to look over her shoulder, but the air ducts, while sufficiently large to let her crawl around relatively freely, aren't nearly large enough to give her a good view over her shoulder. Still... perhaps she'd better get out of here pretty soon, there might be some kind of security mechanism in here. The Taiyo student starts crawling forward once again, at a brisker pace than before, looking for the next grate that leads to an empty room.
Claclankclaclankclaclankclaclankclclankclclankclclank...
Despite Momo's best efforts, it suddenly gets really bright, really fast.
You see, the Ban-kun model Beta has extraordinary night vision. Partly because it is attracted to individual bodies of chi. The other part is because it's eyes are actually headlights. Though Momo can't really get a good look over her shoulder, the encroaching sounds--and the sudden, erratic lighting--should be hint enough that something very bad is about to happen.
Click.
A voice box, powered by a tape deck turns on.
"...Hello, me. :)"
Rolling through the ductwork like a caterpillar, or possibly a spider, the thing is still active. Oh, it's still quite damaged, though some of the worst of it has been hastily taped together and patched. It woke up. Then it started hunting. You see, while Momo is looking for a grate to crawl out of, limited in that tight space, M0M0 doesn't need a vent. She simply makes one. The bay mouth of the replicant rachets open. A moment later, a tract of at least ten feet of that ductwork simply explodes, bursting the entire affair like a blood sausage, emptying its contents into the room just adjacent to the workshop.
Lord knows if Momo was still in that tract at the time of detonation.
[OOC] Invader says, "Oh jeez."
[OOC] Invader just leaves right now that's wrong
[OOC] Momo says, "the audible :) is what really does it D: D: D:"
[OOC] Invader nods. -_-#
[OOC] M0M0 was given a people personality
Momo freezes as the duct suddenly gets very light over her shoulders. She tries to blink away the glare and see what exactly is approaching her, but then... she hears the :)
"You! You're supposed to be dead!" the tennis player says, fear evident in her voice. This is no sponsered match, with cameras everywhere and an announcer. This is Momo stuck in a tube with a robot capable of shooting subsonic tennis balls right on her tail. "Oh crap oh crap ohcrapohcrapohcrap!" is the Taiyo student's mantra as she races forward in the ductwork. There's no vents close enough to escape out of, though... and even if there were, she'd have to punch them open!
Looks like she'll have to go to her last resort. Putting as much weight on her legs as she can, Momo raises her hand as much as she can. "Momo PUNCH!" she cries as she brings down her arm, capable of swinging so hard that it shatters tennis racquets, against the thin metal of the ventilation system.
Needless to say, the metal tears beneath her, and the pinkest student falls through the bottom into a hallway mere moments before the entire duct EXPLODES VIOLENTLY.
The metal twists, then it ruptures.
Then it bursts.
Partially melted flaming shrapnel embeds itself into the ground at all angles when the duct is gutted, courtesy of what amounted to a small (!) munitions charge discharged from the replicant's internal weapons bay. Luckily, very little of it actually threatens Momo.
Coming to a slow, a charred, flaming tennis ball rolls past the student's head in the hall.
THUMP. CRUNCH!
That's about when the replicant tears the door off its hinges, the one leading to that adjacent room, electricity crawling off the steel banding around the wooden clanking form. After the dull thud of metal smashing into the ground, the stabbing silence is piercing. It is only filled with the sound of teeth rolling through gears. The movement of the replicant's head, M0M0 orienting her spotlight eyes on Momo.
With a shutterbug click, it blinks. Cutely.
Then, without any further words, it inexorably lurches over the door after Momo, seemingly none the worse for wear for its spill, clambering over the wreckage and raising the racket bolted and re-bolted to one arm in a grim salutation of what was to inevitably follow.
Dozons of men are swarming the ships. Ducking into cabins, restraining the passangers that don't put up a fight. Trying to beat down the ones that do. Corridors are being swept, the men moving around in squads though now and then individuals break off with their own unique assignments. Splitting up isn't the best idea but most of them are armed to the teeth and capable of at least some level of self defense so it isn't quite as foolhardy as one might expect.
One such soldier on his own, called Chisel by his peeers, has the pleasant duty of wiring up explosives throughout the boat. His body armor is packing the normal weapons - shotgun, assault rifle, pistol, knives, grenades, and a few other toys. But it's the heavy duffle bag over his shoulder that relates to his specific duty.
A younger man with glasses, he's eagerly working on planting one of those bombs in what seems to be a mostly empty storage room. The ruckus in the vents is heard but he just chuckles, shaking his head, "...poor saps, sounds like they're scrambling to the vents to avoid getting caught... ah well, the tear gas will flush 'em out when the time is right." *beep* *beep* *beep* The small det-pack's keypad gets pressed and the bomb goes live, simply waiting for the command to be radioed for it to go of. It's one of many just like it... all over the boat.
The rumble in the vent gets louder and he glances up, hand slowly moving to his rifle. And suddenly Momo! The pink clad girl tumbles into the room from the vent, getting Chisel up on his feet in a hurry, rifle trained on the girl, "Sorry kid, your luck just ran-"
And then the connecting door goes crashing down and the mechanical menace clambers in. "...out."
Momo stares up at the muzzle of a gun pointed RIGHT IN HER FACE. She considers her options, of which there are two prominent ones.
1) make a break for it despite the threat of getting gunned down, maybe get away with a couple bullet holes. She risks getting turned into a lame duck, in which case she'll need to find a new way to be useful to Kurow, but at least she'll be alive.
2) M0M0CALYPSE
The choice seems clear to the tennis player, and she's just about to get to her feet when the dor right behind her is ripped off of it's hinges. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, IT'S GOT A TASTE FOR BLOOD NOW!" cries the tennis star, letting the confusion of her explosion-prone robot clone appearing be her cover as she gets to her feet and bravely runs away. Several questions flood into her head in the meantime: Who was that heavily armed man? Why was he setting what looked susupiciously like a bomb against the wall? AND WHY IS THERE A ROBOT TRYING TO KILL HER!?
Spotlights focus on Momo only briefly. In this case, it's mostly because there is a standing person in the same general space. With the surprised Chisel very much so the Deer in Headlights, the creation steps beyond the door with all the elegance of a newborn baby, confused at the new presence--and most importantly, the sudden absence of the targetted presence--she ran off somewhere behind the soldier, didn't she?
M0M0 advances.
In this case, it looks a lot like it's planning on going /right through/ Chisel if he doesn't move. But it doesn't mean him harm, does it? Click.
A pretty song fills the air. A music box, triggered by some internal Goodwill Mechanism, maybe? A satisfying, wistful thing of bells and charms. At least, right until it distends violently, and starts sounding more like a box of rocks with a cat inside being shaken quite vigorously. That box /was/ broken in the prior fight..
M0M0, at least, doesn't appear to be conscious of the marked difference.
COMBATSYS: M0M0 has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Invader has joined the fight here.
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Chisel is hardly anyone's hero, but fate and really bad luck on the duty division tonight has placed him between one pink-clad girl that looks decidedly human and one that, well, only vaguely resembles a human. If he had taken the time to confirm the identity of the tennis player who just took off running, he'd have found her to be among Kurow's people. And Kurow's people are Rugal's people at this time. Or so he's told. He doesn't have to think about it much. That's above his pay grade, as it were.
But instead he's got some panicked twelve... maybe thirteen year old flailing her arms and running around yelling about this thing's taste for blood. "Damn. They're throwing everything including the kitchen sink AND the toaster beside it at us it looks like." The contraption bearing down on him looks like it might be at least annoying if he lets it get to him... and it's pretty damn ugly to say the least. e_e
"You should be a fun toy to take apart back on the Black Noah. Let's see what makes you tick." And with that, the man opens fire with half a clip from that M-16 knock off assault rifle he has hanging from his shoulder, dropping the explosives toting duffle bag to the floor at his side.
"What!? You're going to fight it?" Momo says, disbelieving the man. "Look at it, it's a vengeance-driven machine of war!" She points at the robot doppelganger. "If my balls weren't enough to take it down, what makes you think your dinky little pellet gun will? Don't you have anything stronger than that?"
And so, against common sense, the Momo drops to her knees and begins rooting through the dropped duffelbag of goodies. Hey, if he's going to distract M0M0, she may as well look to see if there's anything here that can take her out of commission. It's like Christmas in October!
COMBATSYS: Momo has joined the fight here.
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[OOC] Momo has bigger balls than anyone.
[OOC] M0M0 says, "D:"
[OOC] Momo says, "Except Roberto."
[OOC] Momo says, "Dude's got huge balls."
[OOC] Hinata says, "Natsu has big balls."
COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits M0M0 with Medium Shot.
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With the staccato sound of full metal jacket rounds bouncing and banging off of brass, and snapping wood, the automaton is driven back by the spray. There is no defense against it, no real reaction--for all one would know, they were simply shooting up a toaster oven. A toaster oven that is watching one particular schoolgirl /very/ closely as she fumbles about in someone's duffel bag.
The replicant bends all the way back at the knees, until its brass skull taps the deck beneath it.
Chisel might notice it is wearing historically appropriate underpants underneath that skirt.
They are clearly labelled 'FOR WARTIME PURPOSES ONLY.'
The music box--gruesome simile that it was--shuts off. Chic-chic-chic-PANG
Then the automaton does a full 180 on one joint, in a maneuver that would have shattered another person's knee on the spot. It .. basically continues to lean backwards, until it simply curls under itself and shoots at the soldier apruptly, as if shot from a spring-loaded launcher on the deck plate. Well, if it didn't mean harm before.. .. That steel-reinforced racket arm aimed squarely at the man's neck should now signal otherwise.
It would seem it has been made mad.
COMBATSYS: Invader blocks M0M0's Rocket Racket.
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"Doesn't look like nuth'n I can't handle, kiddo," Chisel remarks as Momo questions his sanity in chosing to stand his ground and face down the automaton. "I've seen lego projects more intimidating than this thing." The DSC girl that has decide to stick around for a bit will find the duffle bag loaded with grenades, plastic explosives, and various contraptions that look pretty much not safe for anyone. There's also wires, tools, hammers, screw drivers, lock picks...
The rounds from his rifle strike against the M0M0. He's convinced that it's bending back because it's broken. "See? That wasn't so tough," he remarks, patting the barrel of his rifle affectionately. He really likes that gun. It's served him well. What he doesn't expect is the lunging retaliation that forces him to buckle down and avoid getting plowed over by the neck-targeting device. "AGH!"
Caught off guard, he wasn't able to deal with it as well as he would have preferred, but he denies the robot a clean shot all the same. "How come this thing kinda looks like you, anyway? Science Fair project gone wrong??" Slipping more into combat mode, the man reaches over and presses a button on the left sleeve of his body armor. A small, hard thick plastic shield unfurls, providing him a little extra defense. And a means of offense, as he swings his arm forward, attempting to bash the M0M0 on the side of her not so cute little head.
Momo continues to root through the duffelbag, heedless of the beatdown the soldier may or may not be enduring. "Ninjas are making an unstoppable army of Momo in order to take over the world!" she replies to the soldier's inquiry as to the origin of M0M0, undoubtedly giving him more information about this operation than his superiors have in a single sentence, and yet that sentence being utterly worthless since Rugal can pretty much one-shot Momo as it currently stands.
"No, no, no," the tennis player says as she resumes pulling bombs out of the bag, one after the next, and tossing them haphazardly over her shoulder. "What are these, firecrackers?" the not!robot tennis player demands. "What sort of mysterious evil soldier man are you that you don't have, like, those really big black bombs with the fuses?" Looks like she'll have to settle for sticking as much plastic explosive together as possible.
COMBATSYS: M0M0 endures Invader's State Of Emergency!
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M0M0 would comment. It really would. But it can't.
After all, it is not M0M0 that resembles Momo. But Momo that resembles /it/.
The replicant is smashed, wood and brass giving notably underneath hard plastic, sending the jangling automation sprawling into the wall with an audible smash, leaving the creation to languish there for a moment, limbs bent at odd angles. All sorts of timing devices buzz and whirr, disengaging themselves to recalibrate with the shock of the impact.
The little robot girl leans there on the wall for a moment.
Then it gets its arms underneath it and.. hikes up the sheer surface.
Clambering on exposed bolts, and whatever avails itself, by a feat of sheer physics, the automaton skitters up the wall, the warped symbol on its head, once the kanji for Judgment, glowing brightly. It crawls across the ceiling with due swiftness. Then it hangs there, dangling off the cage of a light fixture.
If Chisel isn't fast enough, M0M0 is going to pick him up (strong little tinker, isn't it?) and strangle him right there, against the spine of its racket arm.
COMBATSYS: Invader endures M0M0's Strong Throw.
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"What are you... oh, hey, don't-... ack, no..." Chisel winces as Momo wrecklessly plows through the black duffle bag, slapping things together that... really aren't supposed to be slapped together. "That's not how you use-... Ninja army of Momo's, huh? That's what this mutation is called? What kind of messed up name is that?"
Then suddenly the contraption is scaling the walls... and the ceiling. Okay, that's pretty freaky. And it makes for an awkward target to shoot at. For all the times people fire their guns off into the air it really isn't a great position if you're trying to hit anything besides a random innocent civilian several blocks away simply by happenchance. "Now that's just not right!"
Deciding that the key is to go ahead and let her heft him up to get closer, he finds himself in a strangle hold by the suspended device. "Grk." It takes some of the strength out of him, but the man acts fast, using her grip on him as the fulcrum point for him to swing his legs up into a double-booted kick against the machine. "HAH!"
"Momo is an awesome name and you're a dumb dummy head who is dumb!" Momo snaps back at the soldier, looking up from her work of sticking together bombs in ways that really shouldn't work but, knowing her luck, probably will anyway. "Oh, it's above your head, look out," the tennis player warns, pointing at the wall-scaling M0M0.
That said, she returns to looking at the explosives. Currently, she has succeeded in creating a wad of plastic explosives the size of a melon, with a couple of grenades and a tear gas bomb stuck into it at odd angles. "That ought to slow it down," the Taiyo student says, a clear note of doubt in her voice. It managed to live through it's own bomb in the air ducts, so whether this will work... well, only one way to find out. "Let's see, plastic explosives need some kind of energy goin' through 'em to blow up, right?" She looks around for some sort of detonator or... hmm.
COMBATSYS: M0M0 fails to interrupt Savage Beatdown from Invader with Quick Punch.
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Bzzt.
While M0M0 is anything but oblivious to Momo's activities--with that massive bomb and all--behind it, it currently has its hands full. Literally, in fact--strangling the soldier takes some effort. But when Chisel stonewalls it with both boots, it has very little alternative--it can't evade it. Obviously.
It smashes quite nicely underneath the man's boots.
The thing bounces off of the floor somewhere behind Momo at least twice, scattered with its little metal pigtails gathered about it like a broken ragdoll. Though energy arcs off of it, causing a reaction in the sealwork on the walls and floors, it's still ticking.
It is also missing an arm.
This is quite simply because that arm is on the floor. Grasping numbly at Chisel's ankle.
The 'R' soldier drops to his boot covered feet with a thud and a grunt, lifting his hands up to brush them off as if having taken care of things quite well in his ever so humble opinion. "Uh, gee, I guess Momo is your name too, eh?" he remarks, turning to look down toward the pink-clad girl... only to notice the arm clinging to his ankle. "UGH! Get it off, get it off!" His other leg stomps down on the arm repeatedly until it becomes disengaged. Yeah, big scary soldier guy he is.
"Wait a second... Momo?" The man narrows one eye as he slips his glasses off, no longer needing them for reading the LED displays on the bombs he was setting up, and slides them into a front vest pocket, quite convinced that his impressive kick did the mechanical miscreant in. "You're with that kid from Justice High, right? I think I'm not supposed to beat you up and drag you off to the place we're corralling anyone we find..." That's good news, right? "Unless of course you're a some kind of crazy contraption with a taste for blood like this thing here." He nudges the fallen M0M0 with the tip of his foot, quite convinced it's out of commission now.
"Uh... what are you doing with all those bombs? They're supposed to be placed around this big tub, not used all at once. Unless there's been a change in plans that I hadn't heard about." he allows, scratching the side of his blond buzz-cut covered head idly. While some facets of the invasion have gone like clockwork, it always gets more confusing when your boss outsources to other groups for additional man power, after all.
COMBATSYS: Invader takes no action.
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Momo watches M0M0 fall to the ground and bounces (at least that got SOMETHING right), and the energy sparking off of the robot setting off the designs on the walls. "...that'll do the trick!" she says triumphantly. And so, bomb under one arm, she proceeds to... get stopped by Chisel. "...oh, uh, I was gonna use it to blow up that thing," she says, pointing at M0M0. "It's not really dead, you know. I beat it up that much all on my lonesome, and it still came ba-- waaaaait a minute."
The tennis player squints at the "R" soldier, though she doesn't know his affiliation. "What Justice High kid? I go to Taiyo, I'll have you know!" She puts her free hand to her chin. "Although, I wouldn't put it past them to try something like this, they have a history." Suddenly! She POINTS DRAMATICALLY at Chisel. "But that doesn't excuse you! What do you think you're doing, putting bombs everywhere? You think you can just blow up this boat? If you do that, Momo will fall into the ocean, and Momo's hair takes forever to dry!"
Of course, the words coming out of Momo's mouth are far different than the ones going through her head. Has Kurow been watching Jinchuu? Has he been getting her messages about the strange goings-on in the tournament? Why didn't he call her back to tell her that he'd be sending people to blow up the boat? Where did he get such well-equipped people to blow up a boat, anyway? And why is it that everyone and their mother suddenly seems to know about the Student Congress!? For a secret society, it's not turning out to be very secret!
And, for the most part, one wouldn't be a fool to think that--M0M0 certainly SEEMS out of commission, and its arm seems to have been a flavor of totalled, twitching in the background from the thurough mudstomping it got.
M0M0 is fairly still. You have to understand, it HAS withstood a lot of damage between the brief fight with Chisel and its first battle with Momo--the real Momo, that is. The trouble with creating a mechanical copy of a person is, that copy will never be quite as fluid as the real thing. It won't heal, it won't think on its own, it won't ever feel on its own. It has to be told what to do and what to think.
However, that is why such creations must be in effect, stronger than their counterparts. They need to be harder to predict, harder to see, harder to feel--the replicant is not out of commission. It is merely ticking off seconds until its next attack. When Momo gets too close, the thing's jaw opens. Opens quite wide. And then it pops--with an oddly subtle noise--past Chisel, and onto Momo. It unhinges its jaw. .. To bite her head, of course.
See.. M0M0 has only one directive: There can only be one.
Some would argue.. in some ways, that can be effective in itself.
[OOC] M0M0 nom nom nom ^-^
[OOC] Invader just shakes his head. "Poor Momo."
"I dunno, it looks pretty busted up already to me," the young man comments, sounding unconvinced that it's really necessary to exhaust his entire supply of explosives on the innert M0M0. Sure it's ticking... might just be a jammed motor, its cylinder stuck trying to spin but too bent or damaged to do so. Will be easy to tell once Chisel opens it up and takes a looksee...
"Well, the bombs are just kind of a Plan B, you know? We're not supposed to blow up the ship... unless we can't have it. You know how the big guy is. 'If he can't have it no one can', yadda, yadda. Look, I'll show that this-"
And suddenly, M0M0! The demolitions specialist is caught completely off guard as the contraption lunges past him and heads for its destined victim. Poor Momo. With it getting in close to the smaller girl, he can't unload with his rifle, shotgun, or grenades. Basically none of the fun toys.
So he settles on stepping forward and attempting to drive his foot into the side of the thing, perhaps to shake it off the smaller girl if she does indeed get caught.
COMBATSYS: Momo fails to interrupt Fierce Punch from M0M0 with Throat Racket.
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[OOC] M0M0 NOM NOM NOM
[OOC] Invader says, "That's major head chompage there."
[OOC] Momo says, "That was! D:"
[OOC] M0M0's voicebox plays the Jaws theme
"You doubt the word of Momo?" the tennis player says with mock(?) indignation. "That thing is a menace, and it'll take a lot more than getting kicked in the head and it's arms torn off befo--"
Suddenly it's COMING RIGHT FOR HER! The Taiyo student reaches for her waist, grabbing her tennis racquet and trying to bring it up and counter the flying pile of wood and brass, but she's just too slow. "AAAAUUUUUGH IT'S ON MY HEAD GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OOOOOOOOFF!" cries the Momo as she starts to run around the hallway, arms flailing and robot clone viciously nomming away on her head.
COMBATSYS: M0M0 endures Invader's Random Weapon!
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The rattling is obscene.
Like some sort of wooden viper, the automaton is drug along with Momo, trying almost placidly to crush her head in its jaws. Though it's very, very strange, one has to remember that, even unhinged, those jaws are powered by a type of hydraulic piston. It is vicious, and it is methodical.
It just happens to look like a lot like a fish, hanging off of Momo's head like that.
However, when Chisel kicks it, that seems to be almost all it can stand--the body drops off of the head at that point, and the skull hits the ground with some finality, wobbling as it rolls away, dented and damaged. It settles, a decent ways away from the two, rehinging its jaw as it goes.
Clack. Is it dead?
.. The kanji flashes again.
From the nearby workshop, there is an audible explosion, thunder in the house cracking the eardrums, jangling the feet and rupturing a massive hole in what would otherwise be a completely smooth bulkhead. Now that there is no soundblock, one can clearly hear a cacophony of whirrs and clicks from that workshop, an unholy symphony of engineering and rictus impressions of the living.
On hidden wires, the main chassis retracts its missing parts. Smashed arm returns to socket. Head tetuns to body. M0M0 stands, only for its head to /whirl/ back into place with an unnerving *SNAP!* It looks back, with curious headlamp eyes.
As if in eerie response, from each of those clicks, a tape deck turns on.
For each deck, a friendly greeting.
"..." "Hello me" "..." "Hello--" "...Hello--" "Hello me--" "Hel--" "--me" "Hello me :)" "Hello--" "He--" "--lo--" "--:)" "--:)" "me--" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "Hello" "--:)" "me" "--:)" "--:)" "--me--" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "--:)" "..."
Responding to the earlier chi reaction from the ship by activating and freeing themselves, they flood from the open hole, scores of incomplete M0M0, climbing walls and ceiling, ratcheting backwards, launching themselves like missiles, regurgitating exploding tennis balls, attacking with partially complete drill racket arms, spinning-grabbing, dancing, running aroudn in circles like idiots--there is a /flood/ that runs past the first unit. None of them even a tenth of the tenacity or strength of what the singular final unit is, but..
They all seem *so happy* to see the two of you!
[OOC] Invader says, "..."
[OOC] Momo says, "If we utterly decimate M0M0 in this scene, that is just going to make it EVEN MORE CREEPY when she sh--"
[OOC] Momo oh god
[OOC] Invader says, "What madness is this."
[OOC] Momo says, "Madness?"
[OOC] M0M0 says, "THIS IS MOMO"
[OOC] Momo says, "THIS IS NOT MOMO"
[OOC] Momo says, "THIS IS A HORRIBLE ABOMINATION"
[OOC] Invader says, "This is incredible."
COMBATSYS: Momo endures M0M0's M0M2000!
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Momo 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 M0M0
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Invader 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: M0M0 successfully hits Invader with M0M2000.
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Momo 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 M0M0
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Invader 1/-----==/=======|
[OOC] M0M0 says, "Nobody is going to believe Chisel. ever."
[OOC] Invader just shakes his head.
[OOC] Momo says, "HAY INVADER, I'm going to drop the bomb. Do you wish to flee or face it?"
[OOC] Invader is getting the hell out of here! C_C_
[OOC] M0M0 says, "Momo: "Okay it's just me and you against these guys, Invader man! e_e Stand by me--invader man? o.o" Chisel: *dotted outline*"
[OOC] Momo bwahahahah, you expect Momo to stand and fight?
[OOC] Momo RUNS AND FIGHTS
[OOC] M0M0 says, "Dual dotted outlines. T_T friends in running the hell away."
[OOC] Invader nods. -_-;
Momo rubs her head, now free of the vicelike grip of M0M0. "Alright, that's it!" she declares. "Now is the time for bomb!" She marches over to the ruins of the robot and is about to drop the bomb right in the middle of them, when...
...she hears the :).
"Oh no," the girl whimpers. She knows that sound. That is the sound of what she feared most, option 2: M0M0CALYPSE. She has a few moments to stare in horror at the army of duplicates marching jerkily towards herself and Chisel. Heads ratchet back, expelling tennis balls, far too many for Momo to even consider volleying them back. Racquet-drills bore into her front while spinning tops beat her back. It'd be enough to put a normal man out of commission.
But Momo is no normal man. She is a small child. This makes her superior to normal men in every concievable way.
The Taiyo student barrels through the unending wave of M0M0s, until she finds herself against a wall. The ball of plastic explosives and grenades is roughly smashed into one of the chi circuits, sticking securely to the bulkhead like some sort of freakish growth. She turns once more to the horde and cries out, once again, her chosen battlecry.
"NOW IS THE TIME FOR BOMB!"
That said, the girl FRIGGIN' BOOKS IT down the hallway, running in terror from the M0M0 swarm. After a few dozen feet, she reaches out to touch the wall, channeling chi through her arm and into the circuit. The marks in the wall light up in kind, energy racing down them... directly to the ball of explosives pressed into them.
*BOMB!*
As the head becomes detatched from the body, Chisel shakes his own head. "Whew." Yeah, it's DEAD now, right? It doesn't even have that creepy head attached to it anymore! "You all right?" he asks in Momo's direction, turning around to glance at his dufflebag, "I think you better put all that stuff back where you found it. Explosives are kind of dangerous..." he warns... Mostly because he thinks Momo is going to get 'em all killed with that conglomeration of stuff she's slapped together.
But then the most wrong thing he'll ever see in his life happens as the shattered device slowly scoots back into one piece. "Now that's one resilient little toy, isn't it." he remarks, taking a step toward the M0M0. It just needs to be broken /more/, apparently. A shame. He'd kind of like to have it in one piece when he drags it back to show all his squadmates what the heck /he/ found.
"You hear that?" he asks when the rumble begins. Something else must be going wrong on the ship. Something terribly flawed in the plans. But he hasn't heard anything on the radio... And then THEY appear and the man forgets all about orders, plans, showing his peers the M0M0 he busted up... Oh no. "Oh hell no-" Whatever else he had to say is lost in the flood of incomplete devices as they batter, kick, tug, smack, slap, and all around abuse the 'R' soldier.
Struggling to move toward the door in an attempt to escape, he pulls he pulls two belts of grenades from over his shoulders, pulling the pins from all of them by a single string tug, and then HURLS them toward the incoming torrent of demon-possessed machinery. He doesn't expect the explosions will exorcise the demons, but they might slow them down a little as he turns and high tails it out of the room, turning the opposite direction Momo heads. If they truly are interested in eliminating the 'original', he sure as heck doesn't want to be going where she is!
COMBATSYS: M0M0 endures Momo's Random Weapon.
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Momo 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 M0M0
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COMBATSYS: M0M0 endures Invader's Disaster Area.
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Momo 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 M0M0
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Invader 0/-------/-----==|
The hall gets really loud, really fast.
The first thing to remember is that some of these tennis balls are not merely launched with cannon force--some of them /explode/. The second thing to remember is, a mob of M0M0 is quite a persistent thing. THey try their best to cling to , beat up, bite, and otherwise wreck the sole organic of their number before she can escape them. But in the end, it's those dual bandoleers that free her, blowing stray automatons to pieces. Momo can escape. She can run, she can flee. And when the chi floods through the circuit, by some interest of physics, it is almost an electric current by the time it reaches the explosive.
A half-complete M0M0, it's skull still open with exposed brass and sealwork, glances to its side at the glob, only inches away from it.
M0M0 Prime shrieks, its gears stripping internally as it rapidly shies away from the bomb.
'Almost electric current is enough.
The ensuing explosion rocks the entire hall of the Suiryuu. It causes a massive systems failure in that area, gutting the hall-- and, from the sheer volume and amount of explosion, finally /drops/ the floor and half of the hall into the engineering deck directly below it, the ceiling of a cabin above dropping atop that. It segregates what may or may not be left of the automaton swarm quite cleanly from the two, though with the explosion and their hasty retreat, neither are likely to be around to appreciate it.
For the moment.. in the dawn of the explosion, there .. /seems/ .. to be silence.
COMBATSYS: M0M0 takes no action.
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Invader 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Momo
COMBATSYS: M0M0 can no longer fight.
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Invader 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Momo
Light as she is, the combined explosion behind Momo picks her off of her feet and throws her even FURTHER down the hallway, sweatshirt singeing pigtails frying. Any attempts to land gracefully end in utter failure as she tries to catch herself on her feet and continue running forward, but instead trips over herself and tumbles unceremoniously until she hits the far wall where the hall turns left. After a few moments spent clearing her head, the Taiyo student looks blearily at the destruction she has succeeded in causing.
"...I wonder if I used enough bomb?"
[OOC] Invader passes. Thinks Momo ended it well. :|
[OOC] M0M0 says, "all it would be is Chisel, in a cutscene from the breakroom, trying to convince the guys what happened."
[OOC] Momo hahahah.
[OOC] Invader says, "'Seriously, guyz, I didn't screw up setting up the bombs.'"
[OOC] M0M0 says, "'There was this loli, see, and she was being chased by this ARMY of robot lolis..'"
[OOC] Momo says, "'There was this little girl and an army of robot little girls and they blew themselves up.'"
[OOC] Momo hiveminds with M0M0.
[OOC] M0M0 closes log, on that note XD
[OOC] Invader swears it's true!! >_
Log created on 22:13:30 10/07/2007 by M0M0, and last modified on 17:15:08 10/08/2007.