[R2-B10] Prophet vs. Tenyas

[Peace]

Arena: New York City. Yeah, you read right, NYC, the Big Apple, etc, etc. Yeah, I know it's an overused city, but it's easy to visualize. In addition, there is a forcefield encompassing the city (and Jersey). Keep in mind that the US Military wouldn't appreciate two mechs fighting in one of the country's most popular cities.

In this tournament, you guys may have seen human or human-like entities collide. But now it's time to fight like real men...with giant f*kin' robots. The objective here is to bash your opponent's face in so hard that their eyeballs pop out if their ass. Pretty simple, right?

The only restriction I can think of is no god moding or powrplaying. Other than that, go nuts.

 

[Tenyas]

Re: [R2 - B13] Prophet vs Tenyas

*waves hand in the air*
If I'm not a man, can I still kick his butt? :B

On topic though, this sounds pretty fun. Will have a template up soon-ish. I look forward to battlin' with ya, Prophet. ^w^

 

[Prophet]

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Indeed Tenyas, lets have a good one I'll have my template up ASAP

 

[Tenyas]

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Name:
Unknown

Aliases:
Mecha, Metal, Meta.

Host:
Unknown, some guesses have been made as to the 'pilot' being some girl within the metal shell but, this is hard to find as true.

Appearance:
Mecha stands at an exact height of five feet five inches, not counting its ears. It is a stark black, mettalic, being, made out of an unknown metal with magnetic properties. Its 'ears' are two , foot long, cylinders that levitate at the back of its head, the tip of the cone pointing towards the 'skull' while the broader ends are accompanied by two, also floating, spheres, all of the same metal. The head is an egg-shape with the rounded point going forwards, almost like a snout, with a hexagonal white spot in the center of what one could assume to be its forehead. Its 'eyes' are two red half-diamonds, angled into what appears to be a constant glowing glare.

Mecha's body has a feminine build although it has no known gender. It has two legs and two arms, much like most bipedal creatures, along with a diamond shaped 'tail' that is levitated through magnetism just like its 'ears'. Its forearms are cone-shaped, connected by the rounded point to its upper arms. It has three triangular fingers that are connected in a circular pattern at the bottom of the cone, the center of the broad end curving inwards with a hole in the middle.

The hind-legs of mecha are somewhat animal-like, three-toed feet with the heel raised off of the ground when standing, although it has a noticable knee joint. Although it does come off as a machine, smooth curves can be seen on its arms and legs, along with its torso and waist.

Personality:
Mecha doesn't really seem to have much of a personality, its speech limited to only a few, computerized, phrases and its movements so inorganic. Don't underestimate this being's intelligence, however. For, as soon as you begin to believe that it is only as aware of its surroundings as a computer is of a desk, you'll have a car smacked into your face.

Abilities:
Mecha is able to create and manipulate electricity, gaining the energy from an unplacable source within itself. This manipulation is limited to a 50 yard radius. That is, if Mecha is adding or taking energy from its surroundings. The power of a given charge is dependant upon the time-frame between attacks, as Mecha appears to need at least five seconds before unleashing another large burst.

Another trait of Mecha's is the ability to generate magnetic feilds around itself, with the same, exact, measurement of a fifty yard radius as its limit. These fields can create zones where some senses, such as balance, are distorted, as well as enable this alien machine the use of tossing metal objects. It can either drag or repel metal as well.

The substance Mecha is made out of is as hard as obsidian, making it incredibly dense and hard to damage. It is not indestructable, merely able to stand incredible pressures.

History:
Both N/A and Unknown.

[Yes, I realize it's far from 'giant' but, it's still a robot. Sorry for taking so long, by the way.]

 

[Prophet]

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Name
Unknown

Known Alias
Steampunk

Host
Unknown. There have been unconfirmed reports of a younger man inside the suit, but this has yet to be confirmed by government operatives.

Appearance
Steampunk's mecha shell is quite interesting to behold. Unlike many mecha's of the current age, Steampunk's design is a combination of urban grunge and high end, Victorian artistry. Standing slightly taller than six feet, the mecha's initial layer is made up of thousands of vapor tubes. These dirty silver tubes make up the bulk of Steampunk's body, with smooth exoskeloton shielding the forearms, shins, feet, chest, shoulders, and head. There are various vapor openings on Steampunk's shoulder plates and back, and as Steampunk moves, he emits a variety of vapors from his body with a telltale hiss. Its build is lanky with long limbs and a slim torso to match. Its exoskeleton is a dark, dark gray, almost like the color of deep-set iron, with copper-colored bolted rivots holding it together. Its exterior is covered with stains, dark black liquids of unknown origins. Steampunk's hands and feet are composed of the same tubes which build its joints and moving parts, and they can be transformed into a variety of dexterous forms.

Steampunk's head is perfectly spherical, with large, opaque eye-sockets that seem almost like huge goggles. Similar tubes act as the neck, and the sphere possesses no mouth, despite having voice speakers somewhere in its being. The spherical head is a dark, almost black gray, in contrast to the pale lenses of its optical sensors.

Personality
Steampunk is a true to his name. He causes trouble, does his own thing, and hates anything with the word 'authority' on it. Steampunk will run amok, causing chaos and anarchy of his own selfish choosing. He is just careful enough not to be caught, and there is decidedly intuitive cunning beneath those pale lenses.

Abilities
Steampunk is a strange mecha in that it is not run by electricity or nuclear power. It is powered by vapor. Inside its core, a chemical-powered device constantly converts atmospheric molecules into gasseuos form, and propels it throughout the tubes and body of the mecha in order to operate it. It is highly advanced, using a combination of airflow, pressure, and viscosity to make instantaneous reactions.

Additionally, Steampunk's body is composed of a high-end polyplasticine polymer. It is a synthetic substance that holds its shape and firmness up til 3,000 degrees. It is akin to super-plastic, but is nigh unbreakable at room temperatures.

Steampunk is highly gymnastic. Capable of leaping and doing incredibly stunts because of its light-weight nature, Steampunk is highly versatile. Steampunk can also simulate flying, by releasing vapor from key points on its body.

Steampunk's greatest ability lies its molecular absorption. From the tubes on its fingers and hands, Steampunk can convert matter between its molecular states (ie. make objects go from solid-liquid-gas) and then absorb them into its core to reshape them. The stronger the bonds between the molecules however, the longer and harder it will be to absorb. It can use these molecules to build armor around itself, to create new objects, or it convert to vapor to power its body. It should be noted however, that Steampunk cannot directly change the actual molecules (ie. cannot fuse and make new elements), and the inherant nature of the molecules remains the same.

History
Steampunk entered the urban scene a few years back. Since his mysterious entrance to the city of New York, he's been causing nothing but trouble. Vandalism, destruction, all manner of punk rebellion. The military have gone from annoyed to angry. Should he have another infraction, chances are direct and drastic action will be taken.

 

[Tenyas]

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Question~, does your molecular ability enable your character to, say, take parts from my character and integrate them unto itself or, is it only able to do this with inanimate objects?

 

[Prophet]

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Answer~considering that your character is built from obsidian-crazy metal, the bonds between the molecules are likely to be hella strong. Consequently, I'd probably have to have a grip on you for a pretty substantial period of time in order to break down any of your components. So theoretically, yes I could do it, but in the likelihood of this battle, probably not gonna happen.

 

[Tenyas]

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{A'ight, I'll begin this then.}

Red eyes glared out from the top of the Empire State Building, unnoticable amidst all the other lights that flared throughout the city. Sirens were ringing in the night air, sky lit up with flying helicopters and aircraft as they flew outside of the forcefield that was containing everyone, and thing, within its lines.

A black, metallic, figure surveyed its surroundings, a micro display of all information it'd ever collected scrolling through what one could call its 'memories' as it sifted for particular commands and 'thoughts'. The display disappeared from its sight as it focused upon the physical world once more, 'tail' and 'ears' floating close to the body through magnetism alone. It wasn't the only machine here this evening.

You could say it was curiosity that brought it here to the Big Apple. That would be partially correct but, there were other things behind the decision as well. A computer does not simply go to a location because it has a shiny HTML code. It takes the most direct route to whatever it has been commanded to find. And finding 'it' was only the start for Mecha.

 

[Prophet]

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"Well, shit, they really pulled out the calvary."

The sky was blue. Not because of the natural light though. There was a faint hum in the air as energy coursed through the sky, the forcefield abuzz with activity as helicopters and police sirens wailed on in the outside world. Beyond the opaque blue force field, police chatter roared and military radios beeped. There was a whole armada lurking outside the shimmering blue sphere, and as the faint sapphire hue caught the tips of the evacuated buildings, a faint golden light glowed from another source.

"Hehe, I'm honored. They're going through so much effort to catch lil' ol' me."

There was an hydraulic hiss, and faint mechanical whirring. The mecha rose from the darkness of the alleyway, extending its arms in the facsimile of a stretch as it arched its back with a subtle clicking noise. The blue light caught the dark gray metal, and few grey tubes seemed to quiver, as if adjusting to the new environment. A hiss of white vapor steamed from the mecha's shoulder, and the mecha let out a computerized grunt as its bent its legs. With a whoosh of hair and the tell-tale hiss of vapor, the mecha leaped forward, striking the side of an abandoned building and leaping off, soaring through the air until it landed on a streetlight with the crash of breaking glass. The mecha stood catlike, knees bent and hands intertwined mechanically around the pole the streetlight was dangling from. The tubes that made up its digits caressed the pole, squeezing it, analyzing it. The stoplight flickered, interchanging from red to yellow to green at a steady increment. The flashing lights caught the large opaque eyes of the mecha, outlined in gold as it glanced around, staring up at the blue force field.

"Hell, you knock down a few buildings and they set up a forcefield. The man can never take a finger to the face, can he?"

If the perfectly spherical face had a mouth, it might've grinned. Steampunk was working.

 

[Tenyas]

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Mecha attuned its senses to see if it could 'hear' what it'd came for. Either an electronic pulse unlike anything else around here or a magnetic one. The 'ears' twitched as it sensed the cessation of an electric current from an animate object not too far away. With a leap, the machine was using its manipulation of magnetic fields to further the distance it gained with each jump from ever rooftop as it gradually made its way down to the streets of the city.

Upon landing atop some shop of some sort, the black machine stared out with its red eyes, catching sight of what had made the small disturbance. It was another mechanical instrument, it seemed. One with its own mind from seeing how it behaved. It appeared to have purposefully attracted the attention of the humans. How quaint.

"Protocal Initiated."

Mecha reached out with one of its 'hands' and began to do what it was best at. Messing with electronics. From whatever lines the street-light had previously been getting its feed, a burst of energy was forced out with enough strength to cause the lights to burst, bolts of electricity jutting out, all directed at this streaming creature.

Who cared if he'd just been having 'fun'. This robot meant serious business.

 

[Prophet]

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Bzzt.

The hell?

The stoplight paused on the green light for a moment, and Steampunk looked down curiously as the emerald light began to increase in brightness. The intensity exploded outwards, and with a sudden shattering of glass, the light exploded, electrical arcs emanating from the stoplight as Steampunk leaped/was hurled backwards with a yelp and a hiss of steam. Steampunk spiraled in the air, quickly rotating with a spurt of vapor and landing lightly on the cement, its opaque pale optic sensors quickly scanning the shadowy buildings.

Military finally moving in? They trying to flush me out, eh?

Steampunk crept back into the shadows, slinking backwards like a lion weaving through the grass. As hisses of vapor spat from its shoulders, The lenses of Steampunk's eyes took on a slightly green hue. Dirty plasticine scraped against the cement as Steampunk crawled backwards, puddles splashing slightly against the mecha. The grungy mecha was hardly a state of the art model. Its detection instruments were rudimentary by modern standards. And yet when the green lenses slid over the blue ones, the mecha stared about with a humanity only found in homemade craftsmanship and ingenius.

In Steampunk's optic sensors, the world went green. Beads of bright green light flowed as electrons did, their signature electromagnetic waves showing up as a bright green in Steampunk's vision. Buildings became grids of green light, the power lines and wires showing up as interlocking webs of light. The brighter the light, the stronger the charge. Steampunk scanned, spherical head rotating slowly as the magnificent emerald lights flowed and dancing before it, like green stars slipping through the shadows of the city. And there, on a store rooftop, a single, feminine shaped glow of energy stood.

Hehe... they send one mecha to deal with me? You're gonna need more than that to take me in, bastards...

There was a sudden burst of vapor and Steampunk catapulted backwards, landing against an alleyway with a thud. Tube-like fingers dug into the brickwall like worms burrowing in the earth, and with a hiss of steam, and a horrible, haunting, slurping sound, began to suck up the molecules. The brickwall began to distintigrate and liquify, and as the cement and stones cracked, a crimson, dusty red hue began to form around Steampunk's hands. Steampunk raised its other hand, pointing it at the street. Its tubelike fingers twisted, morphing as a burst of steam hissed out of Steampunk's chestplate, like a predator exhaling before the pounce. The tubes rotated, circulating until a small, smooth barrel was formed, which Steampunk leveled at the mecha.

"Cheers," it said, in a sarcastic way as best a mecha could produce, and with a burst of vapor and a loud whooshing of air, a brick missile exploded from Steampunk's arm cannon and smashed against the street with a thud and a clank. Brick missile after brick missile began to rocket from the arm, each one heading like a meteor for the female mecha's frame.

 

[Tenyas]

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Mecha. Meta. Metal. Humans always found it necessary to give labels to things, not ever considering that the subject in question might already have a name. Well, Subject wasn't one to hold a grudge, for it didn't have the emotional capacity for that.

Red eyes glowed with a pale luminescence, reading every last movement this other machine made. It appeared to not use any form of electricity as a power source like many other human makings. With split-second changes in readers, Subject came to the conclusion that water vapor was in use. It had to be decided through other means, as Mecha didn't have any normal auditory sensors. Merely two 'ears' that were able to sense any change in environment, from air pressure to vibrations and most anything reasonably imaginable.

The electricity made an impact but, this other machine didn't run on any form of electrical current so, it did no more than 'surprise' it. How could a machine be surprised? Subject was exceedingly curious now. Humans were, as of yet, unable to manufacture any such thing with a personality so, anomalies like itself and this other being were unusual.

Little billows of vapor could be seen from the Test's shoulders, if that's what you'd call them. They became more prominent as it retreated.

Processing...

Mecha watched carefully, not moving an inch from its position upon the rooftop. The steam-machine was not immediately visable at this moment, hidden behind the wall of another building within an alley. Mecha's sensors would normally have been sensitive enough to catch it but, steam wasn't exactly prominent as a visable energy on such readings.

Then, in the sky, the steam-machine rose, firing several projectiles that seemed to be made of... Hm, interesting. Earthen substance, minerals such as rock and some clays, mixed together into a chunky form. 'Brick' was a name that popped up on the search. Subject could easily dispel of this.

Two roundabout kicks were made by Mecha, each time contacting the projectiles with its three-toed feet, the substance breaking upon contact with the denser metal and scattering as rubble upon the ground, some falling into the street below.

"Protocal Initiated."

Mecha was now goint to do something it was good at. Manipulation of magnetism.

Magnetism is an odd reaction of atoms, did you know? It only happens when said atoms do not have a complete set of valence electrons and when atomic members of certain families such as the iron family are introduced to those few elements that can fill them. Negatives and positives in a constant tug of war over filling one another. There are many forms. Ferrimagnetism is one most well known, as is electromagnetism but, there is also Diamagnetism, Paramagnetism, Superparamagnetism, Antiferromagnetism, etc. It all dealt with currents, movements of currents. The way energy swayed through all sorts of beings.

Did you know that your body makes use of this? Most every creature's does, in fact. Blood flow and the transitioning of protiens would not work if not for how atomic structure worked and the flow of energy from positives to negatives. Most importantly, mechanical devices that used any form of data storage used this. It's why it'll kill one's computer if you run a magnet across any of its parts. It destroys the current bonds. It's also able to disrupt energy pathways, changing the current to one away from its original destination or even making new pathways.

Raising one of its deep black arms, Mecha appeared to point at the steam-machine, estimating the distance between the two before activating its ability. Before the steam-machine would know it, it would be impacted with a field of magnetic energy with a downwards pull, focused upon disrupting its central processing utilities.

Then, just as the steam mecha would be close to striking the ground, the pull would be shifted to go up and back before releasing it, allowing gravity to do its work upon the construct if any 'thoughts' remained.

 

[Prophet]

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Brick missiles shattered like mere mudballs as the three-pronged foot smashed each projectile with a wellplaced kick. Steampunk ceased fire, arm retracting from the brick wall as it peered at the dark obsidian figure. The cannon smoked slightly, vapors whistling out of the arm as Steampunk tensed, awaiting the mecha's next move... Steampunk's legs bent, dark gunmetal gray plasticine glistening in the blue light as it prepare for its opponents retaliation...

Alright, so if this government bad boy sent that electric shock, its probably got some sort of electric manipulation technology. Shit's all the rage now... let's se-

But the thought was interupted by a burst of grinding interference. The image in Steampunk's vision was suddenly blurred, the photons of the image rippling as electromagnetic energy burst in waves through Steampunk's frame. Steampunk barely registered the other mecha's outstretched arm as it stumbled bank, optical sensors ablaze as the magnetic interference blazed through its components.

Dammit... DAMMIT... magnetic wave... shit, shit, shit...

Steampunk pinwheeled backward, its vision of the world around it spinning as it attempted to regain footing. Steampunk's frame was entirely plasticine polymer, and as such the magnetic field had negligible effect on it. Similarly, the gasses flowing through its body maintained a similar immunity to the magnetic wave, and so its motor functions were fully operational. However, the magnetic wave was scattering the electrons of the imaging technology Steampunk was using. Despite running on gas pressure and vapor, the optical sensing was still projected as photons. And as such, when that wave hit, it was like someone had hit the mecha with a kaleidoscope of visual insanity. Steampunk stumbled backwards into an alley, tripping over a garbage can with a resound clang and falling against a large dumpster. The metal resounded like a gong as Steampunk struck it.

Come on baby girl, work with me...

Steampunk raised its cannon fist into the air, blindly lying on the ground of the alleyway, and smashed it into the ground. The remainder of the brick molecules reformed, shooting up approximately three feet behind Steampunk's fallen body. The dumpster lifted into the air with a resound CLANG, a brick pillar smashing into it from underneath, hurling the metal container upwards and forwards, where it smashed into the cement directly in front of Steampunk. Instantly, the magnetic field became attracted to the metal of the dumpster, and for a single moment, Steampunk's vision stabilized back into clarity.

MOVE IT BABY!

Steampunk quickly hurled itself to the side with a hiss of steam. Both hands smashed into the dark cement wall of the building beside it. Steampunk pushed towards the wall, steam hissing from its shoulders as the cement seemed to liquify beneath its touch. However, instead of drawing its hands out, like it had done last time, it pushed forward. The mecha walked into the wall, the cement embracing it in its cold, liquid arms as Steampunk vanished into the side of the building. The liquid squelching was replaced by silence, the only noise being the gentle hum of the forcefield. The wall of the alleyway was solid once again, the only sign of Steampunk's presence being a few splotches of liquid cement hardening on the ground.

Move quickly girl, just keep it flowin'... We're gonna get this lackey for trying to fry us...

There was silence. The buildings seemed haunting now, dark and stoic, like sleeping giants, awaiting their call to awaken. The faint blue light of the forcefield shone upon the dark masses, and for a moment, there was complete quiet in the bubble of New York City.

In the sewage system beneath the city, a single, gunmetal gray arm emerged from the ceiling. The armcannon poked from the wet cement, slipping out as it pointed at a long metal pipeline. It aimed for a single moment before firing, a single whisp of vapor peppering from its barrel, before it retreated back into the ceiling. The metal projectile it had shot aimed true, whistling through the underground tunnel until it struck the metal pipeline with a clang and a spark. A spark that soon became a roar.

Above ground, the street exploded. Fireballs cascaded into the air as the gasline lit up, exploded in a series of fiery eruptions down the street. Outside, the policelines went abuzz, sirens wailed even harder, and the tanks groaned to life as they moved into position. The entire main street exploded, like a hellish line of dominoes, exploded with ferocity upward as chunks of cement flew into the air.

As the street in front of the female mecha erupted into monstrous flames, the cement beneath it suddenly liquified. The opposing mecha would find herself instanty sinking waist deep in liquid cement. A single tube would brush her foot before darting off, like a shark tapping its prey before attacking. As the flames raged and the cement sucked, Steampunk gently emerged in the shadows, a few yards behind her. Liquid cement dripping off its body like a diver just emerging from the waters... It tensed, ready, the concrete suddenly vanishing, evaporating into the air as its molecular structure changed once more....

Get ready baby... get ready...

 

[Tenyas]

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Mecha was mildly surprised that it's attack didn't do what it had expected. The Test in question must have been made of something other than metal, perhaps some plastic based substance? If so, then that would explain why electricity didn't have the chaotic effect as expected but, if this steam-machine ran off of water vapor...

The opposing machine had shown symptoms of blindness, stumbling about until it left Mecha's view. It wasn't too worried about the disappearance of the Test, perhaps its optic sensors had been disrupted enough to make it flee. But, Subject doubted that such an anomaly would give up so easily, as proven by the metal trashbin going flying in place of the steampunk machine.

Mecha's 'ears' kept themselves attuned to any change in the surrounding air. Vibrations, electro-magnetic frequiencies, radio waves, etc. Everything that was possible to be 'heard' was caught and processed at an incredible rate. The black machine turned its head quizzically to the ground. It had heard something burst and, in that instant, leapt up for higher ground as the origin of the sound had been from below. Manhole covers were blown up into the air as some type of gas was ignited.

Landing back upon the asphalt, Mecha was now processing data at rates even faster than before, attempting to zero out where the Test would be.

Most of Mecha's sensors are, admittably, located within its ears so, it did not notice the pipe that had brushed against its foot. But, the minute the ground began to liquify, it knew of it. The flames would do nothing, Mecha was made of material far too dense for that, but to be buried alive was not on its list of priorities.

From behind, it sensed the Test. It had returned, apparently. Well now, Subject wasn't going to allow itself to lose.
With a wrenching tug fueled even further by self-produced electricity, Mecha forced itself out of the concrete, bits of it still sticking to its black metal surface, and then turned itself to force down another wave of magnetism. It hoped to blind the Test, and then, from its right arm, it prepared a shot of electricity, just enough to impact, and shot.

Water vapor... Well, hopefully this steampunk would be able to withstand high temperatures because, if not, this next move was going to melt down its shell.

 

[Prophet]

The female mecha burst from the liquid concrete with a exploding squelch. Bits of gray cement flung through the air as it spun around, rotating quickly in the air with all the grace of a ballerina. The mechanical mistress spun quickly, raising her powerful arms with the deadly precision, but Steampunk was already gone. As the female mecha turned, Steampunk had already vanished into the cement, liquifying the concrete beneath it and sinking, leaving only a telltale whisper of vapor behind it. The wave of magnetism struck mere concrete, and the blast of electricity scorched the hardened ground. Bits of rubble exploded into the air, leaving a small smoking crater beneath it. Yet the small wisp of vapor simply mocked the female mecha's misfire. The air was silent. The city looked empty. Gasfires burned along the street, and yet there crackling only made the silence more apparent. Where the hell was Steampunk?

Hehe, nice shot, dollface, but not nice enough

Suddenly, a sound began to emanate. It was a subtle sound, barely louder than a whisper. Like the quiet breath of a serpent, snaking its way amongst Paradise, the sound continued, growing until it permeated every corner of the city. In dark alleyways, it grew louder. Amongst the tallest skyscrapers, it whistled gently. In the empty, abandoned streets, the hiss grew in its quiet crescendo.

You're in for it now, babycake

Without any warning, the crater through which Steampunk had sank began to bubble. Concrete began to hiss and boil, quietly, like a simmering pot on the stove. Vapors rose quickly from the concrete, and the bubbling spread, growing in radius until the entire building began to drip, like an ice sculpture in an oven. The hissing grew louder, as did the bubbling, until the entire city was filled with the raw echoes of dripping concrete and simmering sidewalks. The fires began to shrink, dying in intensity as the concrete around them began to bubble and drip. There was a creaking of metal as the cement foundations began to drip off their steel skeletons. A dull groan of cracking steel filled the air as the Empire State Building began to lean, cement dripping off the side. There was a crack of steel as the weight grew too heavy, and cement began to fall in dripping slabs, falling from the sky and smashing into the ground with a resounding heavy splosh. As the few blocks around the original crater came alive, in an apocalyptic bubbling of cement, the air was filled with a nightmarish crescendo. The Big Apple was being cooked alive.

Far beneath the City, in the sewers, Steampunk stood with its hands buried against the wall. It was still, focused, and yet attentive, its powerful core raging at its at near maximum as it brought ruin to the city above it. Deep within the plasticine armor, a human body sweat with focus.

"Come on baby," he breathed, pushing hard as he focused with all his might on the energy shift on the matter above him, "You can do it..."

 

[Tenyas]

Mecha looked this way and that. It was becoming agitated. It had sensed the steam-mecha moments ago, where could it have possibly disappeared to? But, then it began to piece things together. Perhaps its opponent utilized matter in such a way that they could manipulate its states, from liquid, vapor, to solid. Such manipulation was interesting and intrigued Mecha as well as annoyed it. Where was this machine getting the energy for such transformations?

Red, glowing, eyes flashed, glaring and scanning for any sign of that steampunk machine. It was difficult. The interference from the heat was forcing Subject to resort to more basic scans, and with the instability of the ground Mecha had to be continuously moving to avoid being sucked under and buried alive.

Buildings were sinking and crumbling into the ground, the force field was flickering and sirens were wailing throughout the city. It was a matter of minutes until the militia became deeply involved. Mecha had to act quickly.

Well, if this steam-machine was anywhere within a fifty yard radius, it was going to be facing some... Difficulties.

While trying its best to stay atop the shifting earth, Mecha dug its hands into the shifting ground and focused. It itself was unsure of how much energy it could gather and amass into a single burst but, it now needed to not only do a high burst but, a wide-spread one. The cement around it crackled and dried, the areas nearest to the Subject's hands crumbling into dust at the intense energy being exerted upon it. Numbers were flashing across its eyes, short sequences breaking apart into longer and longer ones, the digits compounding the percentages, frequencies, and duration.

One moment, the city was melting. The next, a sphere of energy exploded into being, Mecha at the center. Any liquifying substance was sent into a vibrating frenzy. Atoms were being accelerated at a rate that was incredibly dangerous to any living beings nearby. The number displays were hectic, warnings appearing of the odds of a critical meltdown if things were sped up any further. Subject had to force a protective 'bubble' around itself to prevent its own being from being melded with all the other elements around it, which took a high percentage of energy it didn't know it contained. The streets melded with the buildings, the sky had the same substance as the ground, and everything within this sphere of energy was behaving like cheese in a melting pot.

Warning;
Critical Energy Mass about to be Passed.
Atomic Failure projected in t-minus 15 seconds.
Warning
Warning
Warning.

Meltdown was imminent and the 'bubble' was beginning to fail. For its own safety and to avoid nuclear catastrophe, Mecha ceased the energy output, wrenching itself away from the ground. Or what was left of it. If all went 'well', then the sphere of influence would now appear to be a mix of heavy metals and noble gases, as if a gigantic ice-cream scoop had dipped into the city.

 

[Prophet]

Bzzzttt

Interference... powerful interference.

Steampunk glanced up, its large opaque 'eyes' turning from the concrete wall to the cracking tunnel ceiling above it. It's rudimentary sensors were picking up something... Or rather, they were being blasted with a growing crescendo of static. The faint fluorescent lights illuminating the tunnel flickered, growing brighter for a second before exploding in the tinkling of glass. Vapors hissed from Steampunk's plasticine shoulder joints as it shifted, glancing up. The tunnel went dark as the lights vanished into pinprick's of glowing filament. The hissing of Steampunk's chemical engine slowed to a subtle whisper as the mecha froze, as if listening to the silence. There was nothing but the gentle sizzling of dying filaments....

Beneath the polymer armor, a human body sweat. Slick beads of perspiration coated pale skin, muscles tensing beneath the surface as heavy breaths echoed around the plastic interior. A single lock of curly black hair, soaked with salty sweat, clung to a tense brow. Two brown eyes blinked, focused intently on the image projected in front of him, the dull green light reflecting on the intense irises. The eyes burned with determination, resentment and rebellion overflowing from every reddened vein. Yet, buried beneath the layers of anger, lay a single spark of fear.

"Shit..." he swore, licking his chapped lips as his breathing only increased. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the readings. Like clockwork, with all the gears and cogs falling into place, it clicked.

Huge energy pulse. Massive. Not focused, big one. They're trying to flush me out...

There was a loud crack as the ceiling split further. Huge chunks of tunnel wall began to cave in, and the male grunted, blinking his eyes rapidly to get flick the beads of sweat from his eyelashes.

Steampunk thrust it's arms forward with a mechanical hiss, its arms sinking easily into the liquid concrete. Steampunk walked forward, phasing through the liquid cement as it's phasing ability allowed it to liquify and move through the concrete.

"Dammit," he coughed, his eyes narrowing as the projected image creen grew even more fuzzy. The energy was interfering with the electrons of his imaging system. He gasped a bit, focusing on maintaining the change in state of the material in front of him. He grunted, flicking the lock off his brown as he switched off the screen. The cockpit went dark. Opaque eyes went dull. The boy breathed hard, his arm's pounding as he focused on the momentum of going forward.

Steampunk barreled through the concrete, moving as quickly as it could in it's complete blindness. It was slipping through the concrete, swimming in an ocean of dark semi-solidity.

The boy took a deep breath, sweat cold against his skin. The artificial air circulation of the cockpit made his skin clammy with its icy breaths. The boy shut his eyes, taking another deep breath through his nose as his arms and legs pumped within their respective sensors.

Deactivate artificial visual and audio sensors. Activate energy readings. Audio presentation only...

The static ceased. The boy was blind, eyes shut as he focused on moving through the concrete, and continuing the bubbling on the surface... This would require all of his focus... There was no noise, save a gentle, quick beeping in the background, that would tell him the surge and proximity of the energy pulse. There was no light; only the darkness of the ground. There was no feeling... except the pumping of his muscles and the cool air against his wet skin. His chest expanded and contracted quickly underneath his dirty wife-beater. He didn't speak... he didn't swear... he didn't joke... At this moment, everything was focused on three things.

Sublimation... movement... beeping...

The beep became quicker and quicker. The boy just kept moving faster. In the darkness that embraced him, he just hurtled forward. In the fatigue and sweat of his focus, he simply pushed harder. The beeping became nearly a continuous drone, and he just squeezed his eyes closed tighter, beads of tears intermingling with sweat.

I won't let them!

The beep suddenly cut out. There was a ringing silence in the boy's ear. He breathed heavily for a moment, legs still pumping as he hurtled forward through the darkness, but a slight grin cut across his heavily flushed face. Dark brown eyes shone with triumph, and he gasped as he reactivating all sensors.

"Come on baby," he whispered through chapped lips and heavy breaths, "Let's give these bastards something to look at." Steampunk hurtled upward, propelling upward through the darkness as the cement around it vaporized.

On the bubbling sidewalk, a single, large concrete bubble burst, and from it, Steampunk exploded. Liquid concrete vaporized off of its body, and Steampunk spread its arms, gunmetal gray armor glinting in the light of the blue forcefield. It's sensors confirmed it, visually as well as chemically. The city lay in shambles, tall buildings flattened, sidewalks bubbling, as all of the cement sublimated before the military's eyes. The female mecha stood by a gigantic ball of solidified metal. Steampunk hung in the air a hundred yards behind her.

The boy stared for a single moment at the mecha's image buzzing on the interior of the cockpit. He glanced at the readings for a moment, confirming the data. There was nothing else to do.

Deposition

The air exploded. Not in a literal sense of course, but that is what it would appear like. All of a sudden, the air seemed to solidify, gray matter forming out of the particles in the air. In a single moment, the whole city seemed to fill with concrete. In an explosion of gray, the contained city filled with concrete, like a dome being drowned in water. Steampunk had converted concrete particles into a gaseous form, filling the forcefield with concrete and cement particles. The city was frozen, caught in a concrete prison. On the outside, the military would see only their precious quarantine zone become a single block of concrete. A gray dome, held tight under a faint blue light.

The boy sighed as the plasticine body was caught in the wave of concrete. He allowed the darkness to embrace him once more, the only light in his cockpit coming from the imaging screen he carefully looked at. He let Steampunk sit; it would need to momentarily recover from the massive phase change it had just conducted. The chemical engine screamed out its frustation as the mecha sat, cooling. The boy simply stared at the imaging, keeping an eye on the female mecha's position. She would be caught in the concrete prison. There was no way out of it, it had filled the forcefield. She would be trapped, unable to move. And then eventually, when Steampunk was ready, he would escape... The boy grinned, licking a bead of sweat from where it dripped down his lips.

No worries girl, we'll get out of here...

 

[Tenyas]

Mecha surveyed the damage it had done. Indeed, the area of influence had become a metallic half-sphere, incomplete due to the fully complete noble gases rising off of it. Any excess energy was currently being reabsorbed. That had taken so much out of h... The Subject. Not often did it need to exert such pressures, to the point where it would almost cause a radioactive meltdown. Still, it would survive. Perhaps a little sit down wasn't out of the question. Surely that's what the Mecha was thinking as its feminine form slumped down to its knees, red eyes growing slightly dimmer as it tried to restore power-levels back to average efficiency.

It had only been sitting for a moment when, to its annoyance, a sickening 'squilorp' sound erupted from the cement not far behind. It had not the energy right now to just blast him, but surely enough to stand and face him. A little more off-balanced than before, Mecha stood and turned, red eyes still dimmed.

Within that shell, a person could hope that some form of consciousness remained in the trapped girl. Alas, not much consciousness lingered. Almost all of it was mechanized data, surging through a human brain connected to sensor after sensor. What memories there were consisted of almost pure scientific research. A machine that should not exist, unknowingly making prisoner of the poor soul within it.

Still, emotion could sneak its way out of the metal and wires.

As all went black, readings muffled and the skies silenced, Mecha stood afloat in its space, held up by the rock, too weak to do its normal retaliation efforts. If only it had not wasted so much energy. It could at least hollow out a space for more comfortable recooperation. It could gain enough strength to hunt down the Steampunk and the person it contained inside. It could get away from this claustrophobia.

A metal skin cannot feel the chilling cold of solid concrete. The pressure of the rock as it is all forced down upon it through sheer gravity and mass. It cannot shiver as its heat gets sapped, fear as its lights are made useless, hate as it knows the one who did it. Surely, if the human mind were still active, it would be pleading with the machine now, begging it to find some energy to get out of this mess.

Mecha struggled, a rather human and futile attempt at regaining mobility. Testing its prison. Surely neither of them could stay in here long. It would all need to end at some point. The Steampunk would need moisture to keep his suit running, both bodies would need some form of sustanence to keep themselves from starving, and neither could survive forever trapped in rock, surely with the human military already shutting down the forcefield, likely making plans to dig their way to the remaining energy readings within the crust of rock and metal and dirt.

Surely she wasn't the only one afraid.


All Energy Functions;
Prioritize Survavability.

Cease Following Protocals;
*All External Sensors.
*Target Lock.
*Ratio Estimations.

Increase Following Procedures;
*Energy Intake.
*Surveillance of Subject Health.
*Timeline Until Forced Shutdown.

Current Estimation;
Two Weeks.