Harmonic InVersion - Musical Mecha RP

Tim got up from his seat and walked towards Sordini and the japanese man in the black hoodie who had just gotten out of his CANON.

"So I'm guessing we wait until the match is over?" Tim asked Sordini with his CANON moving its body as if it were the one talking.

Brass tumbled over the air over Zav, continuing its spinning barrel roll. Before the rest of its body hit the ground, Brass extended its left fist and continued its roll away from Zav's killzone with another punch. The bullets nailed the fist and lower arm, blasting enough holes to render that part into a really effective club and little else. "And then you drop—me, I drop—heat, I lock load and rock—heat!" Brass opened up the bay in its chest and pulled out one of its weapons in its remaining hand: Escalation, a pair of massive steel blades crackling with electricity.

Darius stopped the momentum cylinder, looked at its ruined arm... and just sort of rammed the first blade into the ruined machinery, hilt-first. Not wanting to waste any energy, Brass continued to spin to its left now, and moved in on Zav, going for a horizontal slice at its legs.

It clicked into Amber's mind that those blades would be bad, very bad. "RAVE!" she shouted as she dashed back, a bright flash of sound and noise erupted from Zav, bringing for some either fond or bad memories.

Amber had gotten away, but again, not unscathed. Zav hobbled behind one of the holographic buildings, it's right leg out, and it's right booster system damaged beyond recognition. and the shield itself was missing a lower half. The French-Chinese DJ sighed and dropped it as she made Zav grab the Subrevolver. With her Pulse Rifle in her right hand and the SR in her left, she decided she would need to get moving forward, away from the danger.

"Broadcast," she commanded, another building farther off began to play music. The DJ smiled a bit to herself, it certainly was a rush being in combat, especially against someone who could make their own beats on the fly. She looked at the Last FUGUE selection, Remix. A last resort if she ever needed one, if all else failed go for that and fight Brass and Darius in their own element.

Amber took a deep breath and jumped out, took quick aim at Darius and fired John Woo style emptying both mags for the rifle and the revolver quickly at Brass. She hooked the revolver back to Zav's leg and tried to reload the rifle while she could.

"Agh, son of a bitch!" Brass stumbled back and Darius lost all flow, blindly lumbering his machine into the cover of a building. "Come on—okay, time to..." Then Zav's broadcast hit. Darius stayed silent, switching his BOOM Box over to a holding pattern... he was on the defensive here. He had an idea, however: Darius wound up the ruined left arm, and prepared to throw his sword. "Running-and-hiding-as the whole world's watching, meanwhile over here I'm waiting while Brass is overclocking!"

At the first sound of gunfire, Darius hucked it at his first guess, where he heard the music coming from before. It turned out to be a ruse as a hail of gunfire impacted on his torso, tearing a hole clean through his weapon bay. There was a slow whine as Final Resort began to lose power. "We over-over-overclocking!" Darius rapidly scratched at his turn table, and Brass distorted its sound: he engaged his Scratch Recovery Fugue! Brass's joints groaned in protest, but that abused left arm hauled itself in as Brass picked up into a sprint away from Zav. As the left arm came into its defensive position, however, all that abuse was too much. With a violent CRACK! the left arm came free from its mount... headed straight for Zav. Not bothering to stop, Darius plowed straight through a wall to cover his escape, attempting to bring the building down on Zav, or at least buy some time.

the arm hit Zav straight on and disabled the CANON's left arm. Amber grunted in pain as the receptors in her suit signaled that the arm was out, she checked her rifle, the digital counter stating that it had a new full magazine inside it, she wanted to just find her opponent and end this. Zav was beaten, the light armor not enough to exactly take Brass head on.

Amber forced Zav out of the building from the entrance, thankful that it was a hologram and that she had been smart enough not to go in too far to deal with Brass. There she saw it, Darius in her line of sight, she decided to pull out a older song for this next bit. Might as well considering Zav would not likely last any further direct contact... not without the Remix Fugue.

From Zav's speakers it blared. Amber got Zav into a somewhat of a jog, not easy when the right leg was practically limping, firing off bursts from the rifle in beat with the song right at Darius, with a bit more difficulty since Zav was heavily damaged, the recoil being a bit much.

"Victoire sera le mien!" She reassured herself... somewhat. Thankful that Darius was not running towards her... at least not now.

Darius picked up his pace; his own beats picked up a steady thump, pacing with that infamous song. If his opponent was going to pull out all the stops, so would he. Darius engaged the Sudden Pickup, and the engines protruding from Brass roared into action, turning its body into a whirling tornado as bullets slammed into it. "Hey! what song is this? It's another track abou-ta-make-me in-famous, I'm just decking kids, beats are B-tific, while you just B a dick!"

Bullets riddling its body, Brass flung its final blade at Zav, powered by the Sudden Pickup and the CANON's own bullets. As soon as the blade left its hand, Brass spun out of control and fell to the ground, barely still running.

the sword struck the rifle dead on, Amber panicked and tried to drop it, she barely had enough time before it exploded from the electric current striking the bullets. Zav's right arm being rendered barely functional with plenty of armor missing, and Amber with just her Mech's two fists... well one fist, and the revolver!

A grin spread across her face as she hobbled forward, Zav awkwardly grabbed the revolver from the left leg, the right arm's bare functionality and skeletal like situation making it only worse, she shoved the revolver under Zav's chin to hold onto it as she slowly reloaded.

The DJ approached Darius and Brass, she smiled and raised the revolver in the air "Est-ce ce que vous vouliez ?! Un match ?! Pour voir le vainqueur entre la vitesse et la puissance ?! Cunning contre la ruse ?!" Amber shouted at the crowd, hoping to incite them, those that could understand her at least. She pointed the revolver down at Brass and placed the left leg on top of her opponent's CANON, the Right leg stiffening up, either from the damage or from Amber's determination.

"It was a good fight Darius! Merci de faire mon premier match un thriller agréable d'un combat!" She smiled, she was ready for the final result to be called, but with the last FUGUE in her list ready just in case.

edited 3rd Jan '15 8:00:30 PM by EchoingSilence

The crowd was going wild. Rookies normally didn't usually have this great an effect on the crowd, but perhaps the sub-par performance of Rebelution had something to do with it.

"Alright, alright! We can't have the two of you dying just yet! That'll have to wait until you're at your prime!" The announcer yelled out. Their CANONs were force-powered down, as to not have any unwanted combat.

The words "MATCH: DRAW" appeared in holographic form between the two of them. Following that, holographic pincers came in and picked up the broken mechs to drag them back into the garage.

"Ya did pretty good for a first match. The two a youse. Next up... Imma have... well, Cromwell is nowhere to be found... so uh... Oscines! Magnusson! Youse up next." Sordini called out, moving two more names onto his tournament diagram.

"Alright. Let's roll."

Arthur scurried up the side of his CANON and up through the hatch into Scion's control space, fairly advanced technology but tight and industrially drab. The mech immediately burst out into a run and into the arena.

The lights on Scion gradually started glowing as it emitted a faint hum, before the speakers reached an acceptable volume. Arthur's brows narrowed as he began to focus exclusively on the battle.

Amber hopped out of her CANON and let out a Jovial laugh, that was exciting! She looked at her trusty Red Mech Zav. "Our first fight and we did awesome!"

She turned to look at Darius and smiled at him, "Hey when this is all said and done want to meet up with our fellow Conductors and pick up a few drinks or something?" the DJ offered.

Grinning from ear to ear, Erik tore off the Wizard-esque robe he'd been wearing and climbed into Crom's control space. Once inside, Erik made sure that all of Crom's weapons were prepared for its first real battle before marching into the arena.

Once in the ring, Erik had Crom bash Pathfinder against Steelguard a few times to indicate that he was ready for battle.

Brass first set about the laborious task of righting itself, struggling and twisting around. It reached out its single remaining arm, but the Momentum Cylinder showered sparks and the whole machine spun, unable to retain stability. It fell back. A few bumps and crashes later and Darius had climbed out.

He looked over at Brass. Lots of dings and scratches, but it still held. "Yeah, definitely. Grab some drinks down at the local convenience store, uh..." he searched through his pockets for a second until he pulled out a white carton. He flipped it open, checked it, and put it back. "Maybe grab a pack of menthols, make some Gin 'n Juice, yeah?" He smiled lightly and raised a fist for bumping. "Good fight; sorta at a loss on why I didn't get into this when it first started. These first-gen machines, you know..." He sighed.

"Definitely seems like a lot of fun!" Amber responded happily fistbumping Darius. Glad there was no harsh feelings.

Again, the circles became illuminated on the ground.

For Erik and Crom, A guitar superimposed over a sword and shield. For Arthur and Scion, a waveform contained by a set of headphones. When the pairs or Composer and CANON reached their respective circles, the arena went black again. A bright green grid spread out from beneath them and superimposed itself over their environment. Once again, the terrain shifted until it was all flat, giving a basis for the holograms to reform.

The words "Stage Selected" appeared in three dimensional space between them, along with a small wireframe diagram of a dirigible airship with a large circular arena atop it. These two then disappeared after a moment or two.

A pulse of color shone out from beneath them. From the circles beneath them spread out the aforementioned arena, and then around them a stormy cloud-scape. Faintly in the background the sounds of an antique propeller-based flight-system could be heard, followed by the occasional crack of lightning. For all intents and purposes, they were miles above the surface atop an old ship.

"In our first corneeeeeeeeeeeeer, we have Erik Magnusson, conducting Crom! In the other, Arthur Oscines, conducting Scion! The Stage is Olovo Zeppelin! Let's hope you don't get airsick easily!" cried out the announcer over the speaker systems. "This is the second round of our rookie combat! 1st Octave fighters only!"

Arthur's music started fully, a deep and fast baseline starting him off.

A blur of black rushed out of Scion's legs and within a few seconds the two sticks stored in them had combined to form Baseline. Scion charged forward towards Chrom as the music sped up, staff tightly grasped in one hand.

Seeing as how he was rudely ignored, Tim rolled his eyes and turned back to where he was first made his CANON sit. Well, it wasn't actually a seat, but a slanting wall of concrete that was big enough to not crumble under Aman's weight. He looked at the arena, seeing that two new people were about to fight.

Goody. he thought, More waiting...

Actually, this wasn't that bad seeing as how the world had this way of treating him. But hell, he could watch how they fought. Hopefully that would help him in the future when it comes to him fighting them.

With his guitar in both hands and mic stand in front of him, Erik began performing a song of heroism and brotherhood.

As Erik began to sing, Crom started to pick up the pace and close with Scion. As Scion grew nearer, Crom raised Steelguard and swung Pathfinder at Scion's legs in a low sweeping arc.

edited 5th Jan '15 4:09:13 PM by Eachiunn

Scion started spinning Baseline and pushed it towards Pathfinder, pushing the weapon away as it moved backwards.

With Pathfinder deflected, Crom retaliated by pushing forwards and attempting to bash Scion with its shield.

Scion transfered Baseline to its left hand and extended Vivace on its right. It attempted to push the claws under the shield but slipped, the shield successfully striking the mech's arm and pushing Scion back.

"Uptempo!" Scion sped up as the music did, trying to run round the back of Chrom and dragging its claws through the mech's back.

Back in the Garage

"Alright so... any of youse have any pref'rence for who Ya gonna fight next? If not, I'll randomize it." Sordini mentioned, tapping the holographic screen of his tablet idlely.

"Friendships are aight, but rivalries are better. We can promote matches with those. Pro tips."

At the Garage

"Me!"

Sawatari shot his hand up.

"I've been mixing some new Fighter tracks and Opna is itching for a scuffle."

"I'm fine with anyone so long as Zav gets fixed up," Amber noted plainly.

Crom shuddered and stumbled forward as Scion's claws raked across its back. In response, Crom spun about to face Scion and swung Pathfinder at Scion's right arm just as Erik began singing his song's Mighty Chorus.

Scion dodged backwards as the song slowed down again. Vivace and Baseline both retracted into their respective compartments. Scion reached onto its back and took out Reverb, clasping it in both hands. It angled the hammer sideways and took a swing at Crom.