Road Kill II [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

Wheeeee~!

The squeezing noise that rang around in his head was one of the most unfamiliar things to have crossed the young man's train of thought. Then again how cool was it to be in a mechanical wonder land? He could be forgiven for such a discrepancy in his attitude for once, and it wasn't like he asked for a lot of things. Everything considered though, Vice probably had to stop being a bit too giddy with all of this equipment around him. For all he knew some of them could have been shadows in disguise---wait.

What happens if his bike could act like a Shadow?

It was such an improbable thought but Vice entertained it in his head if only to have a few day dreams for later on in the day. The goofy smile on his face didn't want to leave as he held his revolver in one hand and was twisting a wrench around in the other. Today was gonna be the day he brought back a few things home with him, hopefully. Maybe one of these days he'd even have the luck to find an actual shadow in the form of a Motorcycle. That'd be a sight to see. With a small content sigh dancing at the edge of his quirking lips, the young man continued down the spacious factory in search for a room that Staff should have used. They always kept those extra special things there, he was sure.

[Erithania]

Beware the Deishu!

Reloaded Dice

Skills
Viper Smash
Agi

Resists: Strike, Fire
Weakness: Pierce, Ice

[Vice Ysal]

It took him a bit of time to wade through the rusted equipment and degraded tools, he refused to honestly refer to them as junk, but soon enough his efforts would pay. An average sized door stood before him, slightly unhinged and damaged but still somehow managed to act as an obstacle for him. Absent mindedly playing with the wrench still in his hand, the red eyed civilian was just about to turn the knob with the back of his wrist when a cracking sound made him stop. He raised an eyebrow at the echo, fingers tensing around his revolver, when the door in front of him suddenly burst into splinters as some kind of shadow barreled against him.

The attack had caught him by surprise and he had to take the thing head on. Sliding against the concrete of the building, his back getting burned from the friction before he tumbled, Vice somehow managed to find purchase in stopping his impromptu roll. Coughing out a glob of spit an phlegm from the sudden impact, The young man dropped the wrench he had with him before he tore down the safety of his now ready weapon. Another dive at him, the Dice like shadow sent itself careening towards the Civilian who, in retaliation, opened fire at the abomination. The bullets met the opponent head on, and it slowed down a bit, but nonetheless continued on its trajectory.

Again, Vice took the brunt of the attack but managed to keep standing...though he did get pushed back quite a few feet before abruptly falling on his knees. Was...was that a consecutive critical hit?

What in the bloody fuck.

With shaking hands did Vice grab unto the a medicine packet that had been available to him. Downing its contents and grimacing at the disgusting powder in it, the young man felt a surge of rejuvenation and had at least managed to roll the hell out of the way of the next attack. Sliding the firearm back into his hands, the new slew of bullets entering into them seamlessly despite the gravity of the situation, Vice then once more exchanged attacks with the twice damned opponent.

Jumping over the things lying around, dodging a fireball in the process, and another exchange of attacks that had dealt quite some damage on both parties, the young man had finally managed to gain the upper hand after stupidly tripping on a random wrench on the floor. Because wrenches were bros and bros didn't screw other bros. Nonetheless, the bullets tore through the dastardly dangerous dice one last time as the shadow fell uselessly to the ground.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: a nothing

[Vice Ysal]

"Aaaand there's nothing. Seriously. Guys. You don't do that."

Vice whined, almost out of character even, as he rummaged around the room to try and see if there was anything worth taking home with him. All he's found was a wrench, the same wrench that had saved him, so now he had two wrenches to work with. Which wasn't much to talk about really. Aside from that and a few other trinkets that really had no place in the factory, Vice had been unsuccessful in finding anything worthwhile. Maybe all he had to do now was to open up the next stratum level. Maybe the staff placed some nifty stuff up there.

With a dissatisfied scratch of the back of his head, Vice went ahead and repacked his stuff before heading back home. He was gonna need to get some more equipment if he wanted to get his ass ready for summoning the Stratum Boss.