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An alarm had began to sound off in the premises, lights overhead glowing a fearsome red color. The two interlopers stood on guard, ready to fight their way through the USB's download. Just as it was reaching the 47% mark, the power would flicker as a terrifying roar could be heard from deeper in the facility. Several footsteps ran down the hall, but away from the two. A robotic voice crackled through the intercom.
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"ALERT! SUBJECT E07 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT! ALL PERSONNEL SHOULD NAVIGATE TO THE CLOSEST EXIT BAY FOR EVACUATION! EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN HAS COMMENCED. REPEAT! SUBJJECT E07 HAS BRE-"
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The ground began to shake violently. Machines toppled over, the ceiling began to give away, and the sound of metal whining under duress were all that greeted the two. The lights flickered before the entire dome was to lose power. The screen darkened into black and showed a diagram of the power being lost. By some miracle, the USB had survived, but they were effectively in the dark. The power was out and all the exits were closed by a reinforced wall, outclasses even the toughest of attacks. Several turrets lowered from the ceiling but wouldn't fire. One had a small blue lens that scanned the room, emitting a brought green beam around them as a robotic voice spoke.
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"BREACHED SUBJECT NOT FOUND. CONTINUING OVERWATCH PROTOCOLS."
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The turrets didn't fire on the two, nor did any movement make them react. Enigma and Hana were on their own so far. The screen flashed to a map of the facility with their location listed at the top. Further down was the dome's power grid, which would have a way to restore power. The room's entrance had unlocked itself as the wall retreated into the ceiling. They could freely explore the facility, but all exits were blocked off until
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On the way to said generator room was shown to be a communications relay station. Perhaps it would be impervious to visit there?
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All Seeing Eyes: A pair of red colored contacts that are quite stylish. When worn these contacts grant the user a bonus +15% to their [WIL] and also grants the user +1 rank in whatever stat is used when trying to detect someone in any form of stealth. Additionally, three times per thread the user can activate the built in thermal sighs of the contacts allowing them to detect anyone that is currently under any for of stealth. This thermal vision last for one post and has a two post cooldown.[break][break]


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Brief Description A squad of worn magma ant drones that spend their days patrolling the tunnels of their molten home, ensuring that nothing dares to trespass in their territory. Unlike normal ants, these are bipedal and often covered in manga that they can freely spit and bathe themselves in. [break][break]

However, this squadron shows signs of intense fatigue. The leader is missing two arms and has parts of his carapace broken to expose the tender muscle beneath. The other two fare worse, with the smallest of the three struggling to remain balanced. Something is wrong in this tunnel, but their advance pushes these questions aside. [break][break]


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[Passive] Swarming - Strength in numbers! There are 3 ants in total in a squadron! Their base stat total is divided by three for each member. They move in perfect unison and will only cast abilities once, but with the base rank's potency.

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Submission Pin - An ant guard attempts to use their powerful mandible or arcs to chomp down on the target, dealing damage and holding the victim in place. This can be broken out of the same turn it's applied if the target's PWR stat is more than theirs.

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Molten Spittle - The ants spit wads of magma at their target, burning their target for PWR damage and halving DEF for two posts.

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The weakened ants fell rather quickly to the attacks, leaving only the third lasting. It would get ready to attack, albeit a bit awkwardly shuffling towards them, before something from above, deeper inside the tunnel would latch onto its body. It chittered in surprise before what had grabbed it would pull it straight into the one of the above tunnels. The sounds of horrific crunching, chitin snapping and other gruesome details could be heard from above. This left the team by themselves so far.
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Until the sound of shuffling feet could be be heard from nearby. There were other ants running around, following more signs of something being wrong here. They may have wandered in at the tail end of some kind of strange war. But behind them, there were sounds of an entire group approaching. More than enough to overwhelm them. They'd have to move, and fast.
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Taking the hallway further into the tunnel, they'd hear soft and pained noises from a nearby tunnel. These were unlike the chittering of the ants from before. They sounded almost human and were pathetic, clearly didn't offer any sort of challenge to them both. But it could have also been a trap of some kind. They couldn't see into the room without following the tunnel inside, although it looked wider than the other tunnels.
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the other choice was heading the opposite way towards the sounds of chittering and seeing where it could lead. the magma was more evident this way, and one of the walls was covered in magma. Unlike the ones of the floor, this one seemed to be more adhesive to block people from entering directly.
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( No more danger! Do you wanna follow the sound of the pained groaning or try your hand at blowing up the rocks? )
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Brief Description: Tankman is an older gentleman dressed in military regalia, although nobody really knows if he's served or just some nutjob with stolen valor. He stands at roughly 6'0" and carries himself with importance and a love for vehicle based destruction. His tank is a heavily customized M-18 Hellcat that looks like a mishmash of different car parts, extra tank room for his crew, and a lot of duct tape. [break][break]


[Passive] Ruler of the Road - In his great might and awe, Tankman is unable to be targeted directly by any attack. Instead, his personalized Tank will take the damage for him. This tank is [Custom Made] and has several unique buffs that Tankman benefits from. [break][break]

These are targeted directly and take increased damage from piercing or multi-target attacks. When enough damage is taken, these parts become [Destroyed] and negate the benefit offered while debuffing Tankman. [break][break]

Heat Vent - [Damaged] Allows Tankman to use [Overheat] and allows the engine to cool off. Probably not that important. Don't touch. [break][break]

Turret Barrel - [Damaged] Allows Tankman to use Money Shot and basic attacks will always deal [B-Rank] PWR. [break][break]

Tank Treads - [Destroyed] Tankman's [SPD] is Reduced by 1 Rank. [break][break]

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[Basic] Attack - Tankman fires off a weak shell, dealing B-Rank [PWR]. This can be avoided [SPD], blocked [DEF] or deflected [STR] if the chosen stat outclasses Tankman's.

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Money Shot - Tankman's crew loads an artillery shell into the canon and fires off a round into the track. This deals [PWR] rank damage, but cannot instantly kill Noelle and Rory's car. If hit, their [SPD] is reduced by two ranks.

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Hot Potato - One of Tankman's crew aims a portable launcher out of a side window and fires off several molotov cocktails across at the target. This reduces the victim's [SPD] by 1 rank and deals D Rank [PWR] damage to both every second post.

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Overheat - Tankman orders his crew to overclock the engine, as the next attack will gain a bonus rank's worth of damage. At least, as long as that heat vent is operational!

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The licks of flame found their mark, even if they had hit Noelle instead of their intended target. Tankman didn't celebrate enough by them, but in the time it took to take the brunt of their attack, one racer in the piss colored Mini Cooper had managed to pass ahead of them. The tank continued to gain on them, crushing two cars worth of people beneath the treads.
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"Haha! Cha-ching, baby! That's 2 dailies down." She said, opening a menu in the middle of the fight, checking his menu options. "I'm gunna buy some new shit at that little French kid's store in Unison Central when I'm done destroying you guys. I bet your skulls will be a great lucky token for something good." Tankman grinned, elated about the gain in points. So much so that the card swipe had had escaped his attention. The card sliced by the radar, as it would cut into two pieces, half of it hanging on by a thread, dangling just above the road. The blinding effect had come into play, as the crew all yelped at the sudden bright light, causing the tank to veer off course for a moment. Tankman rubbed his goggles before realizing that his eyes were behind it and groaned. "Recruit, status!"
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A hatch popped open as one of his crew shouted up, "C-Captain! The Jammer's out!" He looked over to see the jammer indeed destroyed, stomping his foot down. "You bastards! That was part of our deductable, now we're selling this thing for 70% of it's store price!...Eh, but at least nothing else got damaged." He mocked them, laughing again, though not before Rory's debuff effect would cause the treads to suddenly blow off from the damage. "Well, shit. You little freaks are a real pain in my ass. Barry, overclock this thing!" The engine would suddenly fire off a plume of smoke, the exterior turning a bright orange while Tankman laughed again, kicking the hatch down.
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"I can't see shit, Captain!" The gunman said, as Tankman kicked the barrel. "Does it look like I give a shit? Fire!"
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The tank barrel aimed at the two before firing off 2 rounds of [MONEY SHOTS: A-RANK], one after the other. Directly afterward, Tankman would order another [BASIC ATTACK: B-RANK] at the insect in his way.
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[Passive] Ruler of the Road - In his great might and awe, Tankman is unable to be targeted directly by any attack. Instead, his personalized Tank will take the damage for him. This tank is [Custom Made] and has several unique buffs that Tankman benefits from. [break][break]

These are targeted directly and take increased damage from piercing or multi-target attacks. When enough damage is taken, these parts become [Destroyed] and negate the benefit offered while debuffing Tankman. [break][break]

Heat Vent - [Dented] Allows Tankman to use [Overheat] and allows the engine to cool off. Probably not that important. Don't touch. [break][break]

Turret Barrel - [Damaged] Allows Tankman to use Money Shot and basic attacks will always deal [B-Rank] PWR. [break][break]

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Hot Hatch - [Operational] Allows Tankman to use Hot Potato. Very hot. [break][break]

Radar Jammer - [Dented] Tankman is immune to exterior stat reductions. Gives the tank a blue sheen and adds for resale value! [break][break]

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[Basic] Attack - Tankman fires off a weak shell, dealing B-Rank [PWR]. This can be avoided [SPD], blocked [DEF] or deflected [STR] if the chosen stat outclasses Tankman's.

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Money Shot - Tankman's crew loads an artillery shell into the canon and fires off a round into the track. This deals [PWR] rank damage, but cannot instantly kill Noelle and Rory's car. If hit, their [SPD] is reduced by two ranks.

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Hot Potato - One of Tankman's crew aims a portable launcher out of a side window and fires off several molotov cocktails across at the target. This reduces the victim's [SPD] by 1 rank and deals D Rank [PWR] damage to both every second post.

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Overheat - Tankman orders his crew to overclock the engine, as the next attack will gain a bonus rank's worth of damage. At least, as long as that heat vent is operational!

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Well, that attack was a bust. The shell disappeared into that weird mist thing that blocked the shot that was fired at them. They'd duck into a small tunnel as the Tank gave chase, bulldozing through the minor roadblocks inside of it. Again, the other cars were crunched as the tank continued to speed up behind them. Tankman would be shouting out more things through the speakers as they'd drive single file behind him in order to fit through. The cards, however, were a different story. Two would impact with the tank, causing a visible dent in the affected areas, while the other took just bounced off.
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"Pretty smooth moves for some two bit card player and his...what the hell even are you? Some type of depressed scene kid?" His attention was taken away by Rory, who would come out from the car in an attempt to talk with him. Of course, the man was flattered that anybody would pay attention to his brilliance and would looked across at Rory.
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"Yes, it is I, the one and great Tankman. Hold your applause until after your skull is crushed into the pavement." He said in a faux hoighty toighty accent. He graciously accepted the buff from Rory, having it applied to his [PWR] and tanking the damage, literally! Sure, there was a sudden dent on his tank, but it was worth it. "Yes, yes. Shower me in praise and maybe I'll think about letting you live."
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Rory's offer was quite enticing. It made him seriously consider the offer put forth. He'd rub his chin with a worn, gloved hand while mulling it over in his mind. "Well, I do love high impact violence, but I also love loot. A lot of it." Ge said, gleefully pumping his fist. "Why don't we discuss it now? Here, I'll start off the negotiations!"
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The barrel aimed itself at the car again before firing a [Money Shot] at the vehicle the two were currently driving in. This actual round was considerably more damaging, as chunks of the road were uprooted in a wider radius than before. As the smoke cleared, regardless if Noelle dodged the attack, Tankman would give a hearty chuckle. "All of your points, items and valuables in exchange for me not turning you two into blood splatters on the road. Consider that my starting offer! And as an extra bonus, I'll throw in some free booze!"
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The portside hatch was opened, with one punkish looking man with an orange mohawk and similar military fatigue that would be holding a strange device on some kind. It was a large firearm but with an open hatch where several alcohol ridden bottles were stored. He took up aim and fired the lot of them at Noelle's car.
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"Hahahaha! The booze is actually just molotov cocktails! This is my kind of humor!"
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Brief Description A slender woman whose figure is a mixture of flesh and bone. Her pale skin clashes against the wave of black hair flowing down her shoulders. Every movement brings with it the sound of clacking bone as she seeks to regain the youth that was taken from her. Her voice is dry and she's prone to coughing fits every now and again. A bright lavender color is visible from her chest when her magic is used. [break][break]


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Siphon Life - Through her twisted magic, the Lich drains the life from her target, stealing their [VIT] based on her [MAGI] stat. Her weakened state makes this once feared spell a fraction of it's former glory and take 2 posts to begin affecting its target.

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The party was on the run, with the risen skeletons crashing into Arcana's card while pulling Jonas away. Their words didn't deter the woman from following them. She stride was slow but methodical. She walked along normally before snapping her fingers again. Just as before, several skeletons would begin to rise from the ground in front of the two at the top of the stairs. The other three skeletons were running after them from behind.
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"You can't run. Why even try?" The lich said, her tone stoic and robotic. She looked at the two on the stairs while holding her arm at them, her palm glowing green. But she was interrupted by another cough, increasing in severity as the soft green light covered by cloth would be visible to the both of them. It was her heart, or rather, what was left of it. The organ was almost crystallized at this point, beating irregularly as the woman managed to steady herself.
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Her arm still raised, the Lich then cast [Siphon Life] as the two would begin to feel a minor health drain begin to affect them, no doubt fueled by the woman. It was only minor though, and her trouble maintaining the effect of the spell was probably the reason why they only felt sluggish. The effects on her were slowly showing, her form slowly becoming more healthy looking as her pale skin was becoming a peachy color. "Don't make me make this harder on you."
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