ROCKMAN vs. MEGAMAN
Roll hated the Undernet. It was dark and icky and smelly, and there was this horrible black fog which clung to your ankles and obscured almost everything below the knees. She didn't even want to imagine what kind of virus rats could be running around down there right now.
Roll waded through the mist. She remembered why she was here, of course. Rockman had begun a sort of large-scale unofficial investigation fro rumors on this Megaman character. Gutsman, in an uncharacteristic moment of swiftness, had managed to call the Net-Official boards as his station after Glyde had taken the Yum Land boards. This left Roll high and dry, since Rockman had taken the Den Town boards. And he was certainly in no condition to go to the Undernet himself. So she was here, to find the Undernet square and peruse the boards for information.
Not too far ahead of her, Forte was clawing his way up a ramp. He hated ramps. Especially now, since his balance was all wonky from only having half of his actual body. Forte hated the ramp. He hated how he'd feel like he was sliding off and then scrabble like a mad cat form a few seconds only to realize he was not, in fact, moving.
Forte hated how the ramp had made him even THINK of the word 'wonky'.
He finally reached a landing, and rolled onto his side to rest.
"I cannot believe," he said aloud to no one in particular, "that out of all of my opponents and all of my battles, that I do no have a power in my arsenal that HEALS me!"
He pounded his good fist on the floor. "WHY am I so frickin' STUPID?" he shouted at himself. "For all of my power and for all of my reputation, I can't HEAL myself!"
He thumped his head on the floor a few times. He would have kicked something, had his legs worked. He used his good hand to smack the fin sticking out of his stomach, and then gritted his teeth. Not his smartest idea.
He lay there for a while, looking into the air. "I'm going to die," he said finally. "I'm going to die right here because I'm too STUPID to take something useful, like HEALING, away from one of my battles."
He could feel the tears begin to run down his face. He didn't want to cry. He couldn't cry. Not now. This was too stupid.
Then, something happened. A pink boot planted itself firmly on his chest. He let out a wheeze as the unknown traveler suddenly fell on him.
Roll picked herself up. She wasn't sure what she'd stepped on, but it had made an odd sound. She bent low to peer through the fog, and caught a glimpse of a hand.
"Hey!" she called, "is someone down there?"
She heard a moan, and then "Heal . . ."
"What?"
"Heal . . . me." There was a horrendous coughing noise.
"Who did this to you?" Roll demanded.
"Me . . . Megaman," Forte gasped.
Roll said nothing more to the figure at her feet. She looked up into the air. "Mayl-chan, I need a Recover 300 and a Holy Panel chip!"
"Whatever for?" Mayl asked.
"Please?" Roll pleaded. "I just found on of Megaman's victims in the Undernet, but he needs healing!"
"Understood. Slotting in now," Mayl's voice came back.
Roll looked at her hands. She'd only ever actually pulled this trick off once, when she healed Rockman from a mortal injury given to him by a clone of Roll. Now, all she could do was hope it worked . . .
There was a pink spark from her hand that leapt into the air. Roll grinned. It was working.
As the Recover 300 chip and Holy Panel chip linked with Roll's own basic healing program, Roll began to glow like something akin to a star. She floated up into the air, thousands of pink sparks circling her body.
Suddenly, the sparks left her and formed a massive pink heart in the air. The entire Undernet lit up with the healing energy.
"Big Heart!" Roll called as the energy dropped into the fog and onto the figure below her.
Forte gasped as the energy hit him. He could feel the lost limbs growing back, and could hear the right leg snapping back into place. The fin in his stomach dissolved, along with the wound it had caused, and a new fin grew in the proper place on his helmet. Even his cloak stitched itself back together from nothingness.
As the energy faded, Roll landed. Forte stood up and took in the sight of Roll. For all he knew, she was an angel. Then she realized who he was.
"Forte! Oh no!" She cringed away from him. "Don't delete me! Please!"
Forte was startled by her reaction. "Er . . . Okay."
Megaman, in the meantime, was dodging debris.
A server collapse is not a pretty thing. In the real world, the machines sputter and die, but in the Net . . .
The floor beneath Megaman's feet split in two and began to shift apart. Megaman made a desperate leap toward Serenade, but was blocked by another cascade of corrupted data. He growled under his breath.
Serenade, however, stood calmly. His barriers protected him from the cataclysm going on around him. He merely smiled.
Megaman's foremost drive was to stay alive, and even that overrode his lust for power. He activated a server-switch program he'd stolen from one of the Navis back at the Official server, and was suddenly no longer in Serenade's world.
Serenade grinned as the collapse suddenly ended, and the system began to fix itself. A controlled collapse was the best way to get any cockroaches out of the server for a while.
Calmly, Serenade sat down and once again began meditating, awaiting a true challenge . . .
Roll hated the Undernet. It was dark and icky and smelly, and there was this horrible black fog which clung to your ankles and obscured almost everything below the knees. She didn't even want to imagine what kind of virus rats could be running around down there right now.
Roll waded through the mist. She remembered why she was here, of course. Rockman had begun a sort of large-scale unofficial investigation fro rumors on this Megaman character. Gutsman, in an uncharacteristic moment of swiftness, had managed to call the Net-Official boards as his station after Glyde had taken the Yum Land boards. This left Roll high and dry, since Rockman had taken the Den Town boards. And he was certainly in no condition to go to the Undernet himself. So she was here, to find the Undernet square and peruse the boards for information.
Not too far ahead of her, Forte was clawing his way up a ramp. He hated ramps. Especially now, since his balance was all wonky from only having half of his actual body. Forte hated the ramp. He hated how he'd feel like he was sliding off and then scrabble like a mad cat form a few seconds only to realize he was not, in fact, moving.
Forte hated how the ramp had made him even THINK of the word 'wonky'.
He finally reached a landing, and rolled onto his side to rest.
"I cannot believe," he said aloud to no one in particular, "that out of all of my opponents and all of my battles, that I do no have a power in my arsenal that HEALS me!"
He pounded his good fist on the floor. "WHY am I so frickin' STUPID?" he shouted at himself. "For all of my power and for all of my reputation, I can't HEAL myself!"
He thumped his head on the floor a few times. He would have kicked something, had his legs worked. He used his good hand to smack the fin sticking out of his stomach, and then gritted his teeth. Not his smartest idea.
He lay there for a while, looking into the air. "I'm going to die," he said finally. "I'm going to die right here because I'm too STUPID to take something useful, like HEALING, away from one of my battles."
He could feel the tears begin to run down his face. He didn't want to cry. He couldn't cry. Not now. This was too stupid.
Then, something happened. A pink boot planted itself firmly on his chest. He let out a wheeze as the unknown traveler suddenly fell on him.
Roll picked herself up. She wasn't sure what she'd stepped on, but it had made an odd sound. She bent low to peer through the fog, and caught a glimpse of a hand.
"Hey!" she called, "is someone down there?"
She heard a moan, and then "Heal . . ."
"What?"
"Heal . . . me." There was a horrendous coughing noise.
"Who did this to you?" Roll demanded.
"Me . . . Megaman," Forte gasped.
Roll said nothing more to the figure at her feet. She looked up into the air. "Mayl-chan, I need a Recover 300 and a Holy Panel chip!"
"Whatever for?" Mayl asked.
"Please?" Roll pleaded. "I just found on of Megaman's victims in the Undernet, but he needs healing!"
"Understood. Slotting in now," Mayl's voice came back.
Roll looked at her hands. She'd only ever actually pulled this trick off once, when she healed Rockman from a mortal injury given to him by a clone of Roll. Now, all she could do was hope it worked . . .
There was a pink spark from her hand that leapt into the air. Roll grinned. It was working.
As the Recover 300 chip and Holy Panel chip linked with Roll's own basic healing program, Roll began to glow like something akin to a star. She floated up into the air, thousands of pink sparks circling her body.
Suddenly, the sparks left her and formed a massive pink heart in the air. The entire Undernet lit up with the healing energy.
"Big Heart!" Roll called as the energy dropped into the fog and onto the figure below her.
Forte gasped as the energy hit him. He could feel the lost limbs growing back, and could hear the right leg snapping back into place. The fin in his stomach dissolved, along with the wound it had caused, and a new fin grew in the proper place on his helmet. Even his cloak stitched itself back together from nothingness.
As the energy faded, Roll landed. Forte stood up and took in the sight of Roll. For all he knew, she was an angel. Then she realized who he was.
"Forte! Oh no!" She cringed away from him. "Don't delete me! Please!"
Forte was startled by her reaction. "Er . . . Okay."
Megaman, in the meantime, was dodging debris.
A server collapse is not a pretty thing. In the real world, the machines sputter and die, but in the Net . . .
The floor beneath Megaman's feet split in two and began to shift apart. Megaman made a desperate leap toward Serenade, but was blocked by another cascade of corrupted data. He growled under his breath.
Serenade, however, stood calmly. His barriers protected him from the cataclysm going on around him. He merely smiled.
Megaman's foremost drive was to stay alive, and even that overrode his lust for power. He activated a server-switch program he'd stolen from one of the Navis back at the Official server, and was suddenly no longer in Serenade's world.
Serenade grinned as the collapse suddenly ended, and the system began to fix itself. A controlled collapse was the best way to get any cockroaches out of the server for a while.
Calmly, Serenade sat down and once again began meditating, awaiting a true challenge . . .