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ReBoot!
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ReBoot!
Okay, we're gonna
start in a system completly seperate from Mainframe. It is possible that we just
might interact with Bob, Fong, Mouse, Turbo, Megabyte, Hexadecimal, or even The
Crimson Binome, but probably just cameos, so try to think of your own stuff.
Also, don't worry about continuity, just have fun.
Welcome to Console. A
large and prosperous system with many binomes and sprites. I don't care if
you've been compiling here all your program or if you just got here, but your
here. I'd appreciate it if we could try not to have much megaman stuff,
because... well you'll see.
Starting limit is 2 characters, PM me if you want more.
Heres the
form.
Name:
Format:
Protocal:
Appearance:
Personality:
Origin:
Equipment:
Abilities:
Other:
Here's
mine.
Name: Click Font
Format: Moderator
Protocal: To deal
justice and maintain balance. He often goes into the games.
Appearance:
Click, who has light grey skin, usually wears a black flak jacket with a
metallic blue shirt and loose dark grey pants. He's tall and slim, and has
cobalt hair in an intricate wiry style. His icon is Metallic red and it's on his
back.
Personality: Professional and a straight arrow. Click always
focuses on the job at hand first. As a hobby he makes popsicle-stick crafts,
like houses or forts of spaceships.
Origin: Click was passed down his job
as a moderator from his father, it's been in his family for
generations.
Equipment: Shift- A gauntlet that can create small space
portals allowing short distance teleportation.
Abilities: Can upload
Moderator Protocal into others, and is a skilled fighter, although his physical
attributes are not as impressive as most Moderators or Guardians.
Other:
Click is currently trying to hunt down a very elusive virus plauging the
system.
note: There are no other NPC Moderators in this system. PC
Moderators are fine, I just don't want more then 3 of them running
around.
Alright, Obscure
Roleplay seems to be dead and Life as Standard doesn't seem to be something I
can get into.
Do you want to play a game Y/N?
Y
Input
character infromation:
Name: Ping MPEG
Format: Mantinance
Protocal:
To make new what was broke and to keep what's not running.
Appearance:
Light grey/red skin with black hair, about average hight. Generally wears a dark
green jumpsuit with a nondescript grey segmented belt with his icon as its
buckle, millitary style boots<presumably bought seconed hand>, generally
wears a dark green ball cap with a screaming binome painted to look like a
baseball embroidered on the front of it.
Personality: Generally friendly,
willing to help, nice...but not to be confused with a doormat. As a point of
interest he tends to drop subtilty for bluntness when it comes to discussions.
Origin: Compiled off system Ping's spent most of his life bouncing from
system to system acting the part of general nice guy maintinance to whoever he
judges needs it most, recently got of the boat so to speak at Console in search
of a job and a slower pace of life.
Equipment: His belt is something of a
jack of all trades swiss army type affair that has a tool for just about any
repair work you'd come across<empheses on REPAIR, this ain't batman's utility
belt folks, no boomerangs or explosives, just stuff to do patch jobs till others
can get there with better equipment>. Also carries a PDA type thing used to
hold his journal, notes, any odds and ends he thinks to write down, also plays
music via pair of earbuds.
Abilities: Repair, as this says he can fix
just about anything that isn't blown completely to slag. However depending on
the extent of the problem this could take time and generally if its a big job he
will work almost singlemindedly on it till it's fixed to his liking. Can fight
to a limited extent, just good enough to buy him time to get out of the
vacenity.
Other: Just recently got to Concole and is looking for any job
openings as well as housing.
r4r! My favorite 3d
cartoon in IFF form!
Name: Lynk
Format: Guardian, Exterminator
Class
Protocol: Virus Eliminator Expert
Appearance: Average
height, but muscular. Wears the guardian standard issue wear (blue 'armored'
jumpsuit with golden, slim shoulderpads). One of the sleeves is torn off, as is
part of the leggings.
Personality: Caring and kind. Out of work, that is.
During his exterminations he had been reported as efficient and
unemotional.
Origin: A resident of Console a very long time ago. At an
early age, he was sent to Guardian Training at the Supercomputer and completed
his studies with a major in virii removal. He travels from system to system via
modem ports for jobs given to him by the guardians. Games are nothing new to
him, as he has played a great deal of them in search for viruses hiding in the
games.
Equipment: Upon graduation, all guardians are given keytools to
uphold the law and fix systems. Lynk's keytool, nicknamed HindSight, is used in
virus extraction in many different methods, and moderate repair of tears and
lost data.
Abilities: Above average strength and intelligence. His
keytool can turn into a variety of things.
Other: Lynk was given an
assignment by the Guardian High Command to search out and destroy a virus that
was supposed to be hiding in Console.
Name:
Mac
Format: None
Protocal: None
Appearance: Long brown
hair along with a beard of the same colour,blueish skin and wears a kilt with
his shirt looking close to what a guardian wears but it flows instead of being
skintight,medium build
Personality: Friendly and always up for good
crack
Origin: He has no clue,hes been travelling from different systems
for a long time,using the game cubes to get around
Equipment: He carries
a keytool called Erlog, he also carries a claymore sword on his
back.
Abilities: His body hides his strength but he prefers to use his
brains and sword than rely on what form the keytools can turn
into.
Other: speaks with a strong scottish accent and is impossible to
wake up while asleep.
Um Cor, not sure but I think only guardians can have key tools.
I know but its basically the same job as Enzo,he used to be a guardian,hence the shirt but he ended up getting lost a long time ago and quit being one.
I want to be a game sprite, but I kinda missed the details about that when I watched the show. Cause I missed a couple episodes n' stuff. So could someone perhaps explain it to me or something?
Not sure but i think enzo copied andrea to his icon or copied his icon data to andrea.
Game sprites are, you guessed it, sprites that exist in the games. They are only adept at playing the game that they are in. To the user, they are the NPC's (if sprites and binomes never went into games) of that certain game. The only way that they can leave the game is to transform their icons by tapping twice, like rebooting.
Game sprites are
part of a game, consequently they leave with the game, win or lose. Andrea
downloaded herself into Enzo's icon, so that she could sneak out of the game
herself. When in mainframe Mouse reformatted her icon so that she wasn't really
a game sprite anymore. While doing this Mouse also made it so that Enzo,
Frisket, and Andrea could revert their icons to game sprite status at any time,
so that they could avoid nullification if they lost. Using this, they used the
games as a method of travelingfrom system to system, "game hopping" they called
it. It's possible that others figured out how to do this as well, like, Ping
would probably be smart enough. Obviously Mac had this ability to change icons
as well, it's safe to say he gained this form a friend somewhere in his
mysterious past.
Nice characters, by the way, good names,
too.
Anyway, I'll start it tonight.
Hrrm... I still
want to be a game sprite... now I just need to figure out how to do
it...
EDIT:
Name: Rox
Format: (Former?)
Gamesprite
Protocal: Protocal? What protocal? All he really does is
take up space actually... 
Appearance: Yellow skin and an almost black green hair
color. He wears a black leather jacket with torn off sleeves over a white
sleeveless shirt and blue... umm... jeans? A knife is strapped to his left
thigh, he also has silver knee and shoulder pads, and a black fingerless
gauntlet on his right hand, and a matching fingerless glove on his left. He is
slightly, er... larger than most sprites. But he is fairly slim. Wears a pair of
goggles on his forehead over a headband.
Personality: Loud. He is
hardly ever at a loss for words. And aggressive, although he's not really
mean... he can be nice though. He sometimes acts purely out of spite, and can
definately hold a grudge. But he does have his silent, brooding, or reclusive
moments. And if you get under all that he can be a nice person. Really, he can.
err... sort of. sometimes. Oh, and he's lazy.
Origin: In his game he
had been sort of a biker punk/thief type person. And as you can tell from that
he used to be a game sprite. Er... he is a game sprite. Or something like that.
But then he met Mac and through him, managed to leave the game. Unfortunately
withough his bike.
Equipment: His knife. His goggles. His
gauntlet.
Abilities: His knife can grow or shrink in either length or
width, depending on the situation at hand. His goggles can provide limited
x-ray, or 'night' vision. And his gauntlet is mainly for defense, although it
can sprout three claws, independantly. He jumps well. And his speed and
dexterity are great. But his strenth leaves much to be desired.
Other:
This probably goes under personality, but he's a wanderer, and a slack off. The
kinda guy who eats and runs. He's been traveling with Mac for a while, a result
of which is that he's sorta racked up a lot of bills... as in a very large
amount. And people tend to not like him...
A ray of sunlight
flashed off one of the four 9-sided towers in the center of the system. It
created a beautiful effect but also blinding the hell out of one particular
sprite who, at that very moment really didn't need to be blinded.
"Aw
come on!" Click shaded his eyes, trying to relocate the virus he had been
chasing. As luck would have it, he saw a shadow withdraw into a nearby alley, an
alley that Click knew to be a dead end. "Ha! Yes!" Click deftly leapt off of his
Zip board and into his newly created portal, hoping to ambush the occupant of
the alley. At this he succeeded, but unfortunately it wasn't the target he was
hoping for.
Ping was wandering
aimlessly via hoverboard and foot since he got out of the modem terminal. It was
a time to travel, then again for him any time was a good time to travel. He was
actually enjoying what the system looked like untill...
"...Hold it right
there."
Damnit.
"Whatever you think it was I didn't do it.
Hell buddy I just got here." Even so he raised both arms and stepped into better
light.
The transport ship
Ether flashed from out of nowhere and came to a halt at Docking Port 1.
It was a medium sized ship, intent on carrying passengers, mainly
tourists.
Lynk walked out from the east hatch and jumped down to the
port, away from the dangerous, streaming data (the ocean or big body of water,
one would say).
"HindSight." *Beep* "Virus Tracker."
Lynk's navy
blue keytool sprang to life. A moment later, a list sprung up on the keytool's
flat, round surface. This list was the data that viruses are made
of.
"Jeezus," Lynk commented, "There has to be at least twenty different
kinds here. And I only came here looking for
one."
Pause.
"Hindsight. IM." A vidwindow appeared and had the
word "Connecting" in bold letters. Then a female figure in Guardian apparel
appeared.
"Good to hear from you Lynk. What's new on the virus situation
in console?"
"Not good Kable. I'm registering twenty different virii in
this system alone." She was just about to talk when Lynk interrupted, "And yes,
I just system checked HindSight before I got here." She grunted.
"I'll
tell the higher ups, then. Just sit tight and wait for a call."
The
vidwindow vanished.
"Like hell I will."
From the transport
ship jumped two other figures,just looking at one reminded a person of
bagpipes,they headed away from the port several other figures chasing after
them.
"you n your bloody gambling Rox,if I`d known you woulda been this
much trouble I shoulda left ya to rot in that game,shite their coming,quick
laddy MOOOOOVE!"
Name:
Kilobyte
Format: Virus
Protocol: To destroy you all!!!!
Bwahahahahahahaha!!!
Appearance: Similar to the picture except chibi.
Personality: Egomaniac, overdramatic, excitable,semi-evil.
Origin:
Kilobyte came to Console in a game. He had been in a great battle and had lost a
lot of his power. He regained some energy while traveling in the game and became
a chibified version of his former self.
Equipment: Encryption Armor, Viral
Blade, Various odd but useless items.
Abilities: He can possess game sprites.
He is deceptively strong and can shapeshift for a short time.
Other: Has a
pet sprite that resembles a monkey.
Rox dashed keeping
up with his companion.
"Sure. Just blame the whole thing on me right? I'm
not the one who... er... You're the one who... uh... Well... You should no me
better by now than to have trusted me to...! uh... not do that. Or
something..."
A shot hit the ground just behind them, punctuated by a shout
by Rox. It had probably just been some sort of tool to capture them, but of
course... it could also be something a little more... lethal.
Mac looked back at Rox,"you`ve got 5 seconds ta get your arse in gear laddy,speed it the hell up,besides ya brained me with me own bloody sword,which I`ll get you back for,but for now,we run"
Rox grumbled for a
bit about how 'unfair' the situation was. But then a smirk came upon his
face.
"If you insist." With a sudden burst of speed he leapt and did a flip
over Mac, winking and waving with two fingers, before landing and taking off
down the street, speeding ahead.
Mac grumbled and
ran after him.
"I hate running,sends a draft right up me
netherregions"
OOC: a chibi
garland as a virii. Dis is gonna be good.
Frowning slightly Ping glared
down at the overarmed binome. "Well?"
"Well what?" The pulse cannon was
aimed for parts of him best left unmentioned. The little ball 'nome glared up at
Ping. "Turn your pockets out and gimme your valuables."
Sighing slightly
Ping started to comply, then vaulted over the 'nome<hey the little guy ain't
more than knee high> and started running for it before hopping on his board,
dodging the occasional ill aimed shot.
Great, here five minutes and I
get held up by Mr. Mighty Midget. Hope everyone's not like that else I'm hopping
the next ship out of here.
Click leaped out of
the portal only to land on some round little binome, who was promptly knocked
unconcious.
"Oops! Sorry little guy!" Click apologized, but then he
spotted another figure fleeing the scene on a zip board. "Hey!" Click shouted,
hopping onto his own and giving chase.
Nuts, this must
be my day to get chased and shot at.
Ping kept flying, going low,
almost to the point of skimming the data surrounding Concole propper<the
water junk>.
"Catch me if ya can!"
Soon enough Click
realized that this rogue was definatly not the virus he was looking for, or even
a virus at all. Still, he should question him.
"This is moderator 256,
cease your movement and prepare for questioning." Click ordered. Come on,
stop...
Mod, better
stop...great.
He slowed to a halt and turned to face his presuer,
"Hey buddy I just got here, almost got mugged by a militaint binome, and
now...apparently I'm either in trouble or going in for
questioning."
there goes my plans for the day.
Click didn't really
feel like questioning anyone right then, but he really should... Luckily at that
moment a vidwindow popped up beside him with the system's commander on it. He
was short, stocky, and a little annoying but he was the most trustworthy guy the
moderator knew.
"Click there's been a disturbance at the docks, go check
it out." Moniter left as quickly as he came.
"Uh, stay in school!" Happy
to be rescued from the boredom of interrigation, Click wrapped it up then
dissapeard through a portal that would close in about five seconds.
Thank god for
sudden emergancies it seems.
Ping took off as fast as his little
board could carry him back to Concole's business district. After several nanos
of searching he found a small car shop with a 'now hiring' sign on the front
door.
Walking in he saw what you would expect from small time places like
this, dirt, filth, parts strewn everywhere, half finished jobs, and a pair of
binome legs under one of said jobs.
"Hit the gas again Mike." The binome
sitting in the driver's seat did as he was told." Ping listened for a bit then
popped the hood, took something out of his belt and started rumaging through.
After a little bit it ran better than it did when new.
"Who're you?" The
indignated binome from under the car spoke as he slid out from under the
vehicle.
"Interested in the open position, still accepting applications?"
Ping backed away from the car and looked the shop over.
Both binomes
looked him over criticly and nodded. "Ok bud you're hired, can you fix one of
those?" He pointed to a large wrecker like thing.
"Gimme a burger, gimme
a drink, gimme space to work." Ping smiled as he sized up the problem, a good
afternoon's worth work.
Kilobyte watched as Mac and Rox ran past. He was only mildly interested in the chase and soon went back to the business of stealing. That is, until Click found him.
Lynk walked through
Console, with Hindsight changed to a miniature radar for virii. At that moment,
two blips appeared on the radar. They were bright, telling the Guardian about
how dangerous these viruses were.
"Perfect. They seem to be
collaborating...Wait. HindSight." *Beep* " Radar, Wide Range."
The small
vidscreen on the keytool expanded. There were two different locations for the
viruses. One was just closer to him than the other.
"HindSight...Capture
Beam." The keytool turned into a miniature net gun. Lynk grinned and walked
towards the viral signature.
What luck!
Click smiled when he happend upon Kilobyte. He didn't have to scan him to know
he was a virus, albeit not the one he was looking for.
"Causing a little
disturbace?" The mod readied himself for a fight "You best come quietly, I'd
hate to skin my knuckles."
OCC: Jeez KS, twenty viruses? Give
me a little credit...
OOC - Just
something to keep me busy XD
Lynk ran down the street, whereas he
encountered Click and Kilobyte staring each other down. He held the Capture Gun
at chin level just in case this would get out of hand.
"You think you can
defeat the GREAT KILOBYTE?" Kilobyte said. "You have not the power to tarnish my
armor!"
Kilobyte drew his Viral Blade and motioned for CLick to come at
him. Then he noticed Lynk pointing a keytool in his direction. He threw down a
black orb and for a second or two no one could see. When Lynk and Click regained
their sight Kilobyte was gone.
Click snapped his
fingers. "Awwww, you scared him off." He told the gaurdian.
Lynk folded
his arms, "I could've let him kill you."
"You're new here eh? Welcome to
Console, Gaurdian." Click pointed to the icon on his back. "I'm the resident Mod
here, Click Font."
"Lynk. Guardian,
Extermination Class," Lynk said in a monotome voice, "I used to be a 'street'
resident a long time ago."
He looked at his Capture Gun and motioned it
to return to Keytool form. "There's something you should know, Administrator
Click. There are a high saturization of viruses in your city." Click rasied an
eyebrow. "Don't worry. I've already told my higher ups about this problem. They
have yet to tell me on the next move."
"Well as much as I like standing around I think we should get hunting." Click stated,"I mean no disrespect to your superiors, but there isn't any time to waste." Click was more than a little dissapointed in his predessesor, as he had only came back from Administrative training a short while ago.
Ping had just
finished on the wrecker and put his tools away. "Alright mike, give it one more
try." Mike did and it ran...sorta.
"Damnit to net, can't be helped. Too
much to do to do a propper job till tomorrow." He sighes and looks at the other
binome, "Thank you again for the job."
"Don't thank me lad, just try to
be on time tomorrow."
"I will," Ping started wandering again.
"I agree, " Lynk
agreed, "HindSight, radar.
Using the keytool they found themselves in a
shady sector, mostly alone. The blip was almost in the center of the radar, it
was very bright.
"HindSight, 3D." The radar's display shifted, now
showing all three dimensions. The virus was just to his left. Click saw and
cursed.
"He's stealth!" The mod redied his battle stance and looked threw
a couple of kicks at thin air. This yeilded some sinister laughter, but the
source was impossible to determine. Click turned to Lynk, "Is that thing totally
accurate?"
"Hindsight is 20/20." The gaurdian replied, Click rolled his
eyes but got the point.
"Alright, here's what we'll do, you--"
He
was cut off by a mechanical voice:
Warning: Incoming
Game.
Lynk was shocked to see that the blips on his radar were
all heading towards the game cube.
Warning: Incoming
Game.
"We've can't go there, they'll eat us alive!" Click tried
to reason with the gaurdian.
"I can't ignore the game" Lynk
responded.
"This is bad." The moderator clenched his fists.
"This
is Very bad." Lynk agreed.
Warning: Incomming Game.
Ping looked around for
where the cube would drop at. Seeing nothing ahead, behind, and to either side
of him he looked up.
Warning: Incomming
Game.
He looked straight up and saw that he was almost in the
center of where the cube was going to land.
"Nuts..."
Mac and Rox finally
came to a stop in a dark area.
"phew finally got away from
dem.."
"uh Mac"
"shutup laddy,I`m trying to think...jeezus gets
dark around here awful quick"
"MAC!"
"grah,what da hell dya
want!?"
Rox just pointed sky-wards.
"aw shite"
"HindSight,
Boosters."
The keytool morphed and transformed into a jetpack with two
rear thrusters.
"I'll see you in the game...hopefully."
The
engines ignited and Lynk flew off to the game's immediate
area.
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