Vault Challenges

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Pain in the back of the head and a face full of water, again. Lifting her face out of the water, she doesn't bother to fish around for her glasses. Instead, he just reaches into her bag and pulls out a new pair, slapping them hastily onto her face. She takes the bag and swing is again, behind her, with the loose strap turning rigid and the purse transforming back into the bulky trunk.

[Philote]

"Not this time" he says as he jumps back with a pulse from his wings. His rifle begins to burn red as he builds up energy. "I think I've had enough of this game."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Game? This is my life, you ass! Guide!"  She shouts, running away from him again.

There's a little pulse as a white thing made of geometric shapes floats behind her. "Illuminate! X400!"

The Guide begins giving off an powerful bright light, shining like a beacon in a black cave.

[Philote]

"And your life is nothing more than the end of my job now"

Overdrive: True Shot

The red glow shoots off the gun and condenses into a floating cross hair that travels into the girl's blinding light.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

I don't understand what that does.

[Philote]

(Nothing yet, its just moving towards where she used to be before the blinding light got turned on.

If you mean how it looks, then the glow from the gun moved off and took on a 3D shape that is moving through space now. It looks like the gun cross hairs that you would see in a video game for example.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

She can't see the target, being to busy booking it. It hits her.

[Philote]

The cross hair passes harmlessly through the girl, but the contact lets Firefly pinpoint her position through the blinding light. The cross hair continues to float forward, rising level with the girl's head. Firefly pulls the trigger on his gun, but the red bolt originates from the cross hair now hovering in the girl's path.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

She doesn't see it. She's to busy looking down, at the paths. The lines. When the one she's on vanishes like last time she sidesteps, because that worked last time.

Then she's on the ground, white hot pain coursing through her shoulder. The Trunk is on the ground in front of her, and Guides light had dimmed to uselessness. She looked over at her shoulder. That's bleeding really badly. came the rational, survival minded part of her brain. She wasn't listening though. Instead, she let out an anguished scream and clutched at the wound, applying pressure. How? How? How?

Look around, stupid, before you get shot again.

Weakly she swiveled her head around saw in, floating there. The red thing, hovering in front of her like death itself. The shot much have come from that. Thats why she couldn't dodge it this time. It was to close. She wasn't fast enough.

Get the trunk. said the survival instinct.

She plotted a course from it to her, but the lines were wavy, indistinct, almost transparent. She looked up at the crosshairs again. It's take her down before she got it. She wasn't fast enough.

Attack him.

She looked back, but that was impossible. She wasn't fast enough.

Get away!

She wasn't fast enough.

LIVE!

"I'M NOT FAST ENOUGH!" she screamed out, trying to silence the voice in her head. Then, something responded. There was a warmth in her chest, a soothing thing. Like the wind blowing across your body on a bright, sunny day. The feeling moved down, all the way down to her legs. Her core began pumping out power and a golden light began to condense around her leys.

[Philote]

(Love your writing Vault. That is the perfect way to bring out a new Overdrive.)

Firefly holds down the the trigger of his gun, ready to finally put an end to this job. The cross hair glows and unleashes the automated fire.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

She dodges, going for the truck even if there was no hope, striving to live even for a moment longer.

She bursts forward and slams head first into it, actually flipping over it and land landing prone behind it form to force of the sudden acceleration. What?

It takes a moment for her head to stop spinning before she sees it. He legs, splayed out in front of her, encased it a patchwork of golden thread. Her shoes were overlaid with it, their soles glowing gold and the lases joined up with the threads running up her legs. She hopped to her feet. She felt lighter. She reached down a lifted the trunk, feeling the reassuring weight in her hands.

She looked across to the man. She saw lines. Every possible path that extended from her feet lead to him. She sighed.

"You're insisting on this, huh?" She said wearily to the core. "I get it. I'm going nowhere so long as he's standing. Well, I suppose you did save my life just now."

She lifts the trunk and points it directly at him.

"You're still more trouble than you're worth, though."

The sea parts in a wave as she races through it, trunk out in front to joust the assassin.

[Philote]

Firefly begins strafing backwards, letting his wings accelerate his movement as the girl begins to close the gap between them. He holds the rifle aimed on the girl and the cross hair follows her path, hanging like a satellite in the air and tearing up the terrain around her as it rained down red bolts.

As the girl covers half the distance to him, he tosses the rifle aside and in a red flash pulls out a shotgun. The cross hair reacts accordingly and the honed beam of red bolts changes into large bursts around the girl's dancing path. He tosses this quickly away as well as the girl draws ever closer and it fades away into a red light.

This time he replaces his weapon with a half blade, one made of a red metal with a black handle, and begins to rise about halfway into the air. He tries to parry the trunk enough to allow him to deflect its path and maneuver out of the way.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The truck is expertly parried even after she dodged all the incoming fire. She doesn't know what's happening and her new confidence is instantly dashed into a million pieces across the ground.

Instead she takes he momentum and throws it behind a panicked kick.

[Philote]

(Trunk right? Not Truck?)

Firefly begins rotating through the air at the force of the blow. His attention focuses on the sensors on the inside of his mask as his wings begin to correct his flight.

3/2s.....1s.....1/2s.....

The cross hair arrives behind the girl with a blade a mirror of the one in Firefly's hand aimed down at her neck.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

A cloud of sand and water is throw up from the force of her leap, the force of her new legs carrying her forward at a rate she can't anticipate. She presses the attack anyway, leveling the trunk like a lance.

[Philote]

The blade retracts back into energy inside the cross hair and extends out again towards the girl's new direction as the cross hair's velocity instantly changes.

Up in the air, the trunk impacts against Firefly, knocking the breath out of him.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The blade finds it's mark with a sick slicing noise. A look of shocked surprise flashes on Ginny's face, only for a moment, before gravity pulls her from it and she splashes down into the shallow water. The trunk crashes beside her, bouncing in the air before dissolving into nothing. The guide sputters and winks out.

The last thing she sees are the paths, all of them, vanishing.

(Poor girl, she really has no place in a fight.)

[Philote]

Firefly sets down in the growing red pool as one hand holds onto where the girl had struck him and the other exchanges his sword for a gun. His mask snaps a picture of the girl's corpse as proof for the completion of his job before Firefly some shots into the girl's head and heart in case her Core could bring her back. With the job done, he walks away.

(Want to take a guess at his Core? It is a more abstract one. Also want to know what you thought of the fight.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

I'm thinking Target, with the firefly stuff being an extension of that.

As for the fight itself it was obvious from the get go that she had no chance against someone specked for combat, which I am perfectly okay with. This really wasn't the best scenario to test her out in.

[Philote]

That is a really good guess. His Core is actually War, though from how I used it I can see how Target would make the most sense. His name doesn't tie into it too much other than for the style of his wings.

Well I hope you had fun with it and did not think I was being too cheap with my posts. I think you get how to do an emerging Overdrive correctly. Certainly wrote it all good.