- Location
- United States
Noise blinks. He is very glad he chose the spot in the back of the truck. A sigh, then the holographic discs around his hands shimmer to life.
She's got a fetish for fine art.
A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt!
"Crypsis, mover protocol 8."
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(A/N: due to being able to trade one of Turntable Constructs' stats for another, this shield is just big enough to hold Noise and is extremely impractical to break for any occupant of the car. Also: It's orange.)
The backpack almost leaps onto Noise's back and unfolds from its stiff, angular form into an entire suit of exo-armor. "ARE YOU BOTH FRAGGING INSANE?!" Gravedigger triggers, generating trash data, feeding it into the main system on the strange computer wielded by Yuri. As the thing attempts to discard the overflow the virus reaches in and tears pulling out essential data and handing it back to Noise's system. And keeps tearing, mauling the essential software until the trashing protocols themselves are gutted. Then he drops the shield and shoves, the full force of the exosuit attempting to shove the creature out. The exosuit strains, then with surprising alacrity, the creature is forced to vacate the truck. Noise turned to Yuri and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, lifting him from the bed of the truck: "Well?" the 'eyes' of the suit flared an angry red.
"Hmm, fine you win."
Yuri raises his hands up.
Deep within his mind a thought echos.
Round 1 Loss, Round 2 TBA.