nofileext | 4.04: Time for some thrilling heroics.

The Mainframe populace go about their business as usual, if disturbingly cheerfully. The air is filled with cars and zipboards, not CPUs and tanks.

Everything's quiet, more or less.

Of course, given the group that's just coming in from Milliways, that's not liable to last long.

Current Mood: creepy

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For a while Dot is too busy with the drones to take much care about Matrix. That changes in about half a picosecond the moment he tries to restrain her and the brunt of her ninja-rage is launched at him.

Owie. She never went anywhere without wearing heels, and those hurt when several of those kicks hit home.

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renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

Ouch.

Matrix will have choice words to say to his sister after everything is over. For now, though, he's just going to hope tackling her to the ground manages to stop her.

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command_dot_com

...Considering how much he outweighs her by, that's a very good plan. With her arms and legs pinned it should be easy work to cure her. Should be.

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a1enzo

Thank the code. Enzo darts forward again, icon in hand, and reaches around Matrix to access Dot's icon and administer the cure.

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command_dot_com

"No!..."

Dot thrashes uselessly as the Word is forced from her code and icon painfully. For a pico she stops gathering her breath.

"Matrix. Get off of me now." Sounds like she's back to normal...

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renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

Matrix promptly gets up off of her.

"Glad to have you back," he says dryly. "Next time you get the idea to kick me, try not to use your heels."

Or, y'know, just don't kick him in the first place. That would be nice too.

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command_dot_com

How about asking Frisket not to use his teeth to attack a tank?

She won't be kicking you again anyways, words are much more effective with you when Dot actually takes the time to choose the right ones.

"I'll keep that in mind..." Dot looks at the battle for a moment concerned before her gaze travels back to the PO...and the flickering form at it's base. "Bob."

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a1enzo

Enzo is already sprinting Bobwards. At least this one won't fight back.

"Bob? Are you okay?" he asks (sorry, standard question) even as he downloads the cure.

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mendanddefend_archive

Bob doesn't answer. He doesn't even have the strength to cry out as the Word is purged from his code.

When it's over, his eyelids flicker open.

"Enzo? Wha...?"

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a1enzo

"Daemon made you use your powers too much." He looks at Dot over his shoulder. "I'm sorry I was gonna tell you before but you were so busy and then I forgot 'cause of Dad and I didn't remember 'til I was in Milliways and the Door wouldn't let me back through..."

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command_dot_com

It's too late now, and really...it doesn't matter as much.

"...Enzo... ...that doesn't matter now. What matters is something to help Bob."

An energy donation cuff and unit, or something, anything that could help.

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mendanddefend_archive

Bob tries to prop himself up into a sitting position, but drops back down to the ground almost immediately. "Can't feel my legs," he mumbles.

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command_dot_com

"...just lay still, save your energy. We'll find something to help just hang on." She whispers back to him kneeling near his head.

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mendanddefend_archive

"Dot?"

He turns to look up at her.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you..."

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command_dot_com

Yeh, you should have. ...but that isn't important.

"Just hold on...we'll get help."

She looks down at him. "I don't want to lose you. Not again."

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a1enzo

"Right!" Enzo immediately charges back into the Principal Office, tearing up and down corridors in the direction of the medlab. Hopefully someone will be there, and not be too hard to cure.

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l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

As Enzo runs through an intersection, something clamps him around the waist and lifts him off the floor. "I don't wanna hurt you," Mouse says in a placid voice very much at odds with her viselike grip, "My lady wants you unharmed."

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a1enzo

"So... do... I!" says Enzo, struggling. He grabs his icon and tries to reach it around behind him to the front of Mouse's belt.

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l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

Mouse shifts her grip so she can hold Enzo with one arm and grab his wrist with the opposite hand, twisting it painfully. "I said I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to." There's not a trace of frustration in her voice - it's just a simple statement.

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a1enzo

"Ahhhhh..." Enzo cries out and drops his icon.

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nofileext

"Release him, Mouse."

From one of the branching corridors emerges Phong. He looks... surprisingly dramatic in a ninja stance.

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l33t-mouse.livejournal.com

A flicker of confusion crosses Mouse's face: Phong had heard the Word, hadn't he? But he's lost it now.

Mouse kicks away Enzo's icon - as a precaution - and then tosses the little sprite aside, not hard enough to cause damage but sufficient to stun him for a few moments. "Traitor! Apostate! You've renounced my Lady and the Word!" Beneath Mouse's snarl is the nasty, metallic hissing sound of her katana being drawn free of its sheath.