#m!a virus

[mysteriouslyniceguy]

Gc couldn’t control it anymore... The virus, it just became too much for him. He lost control, and began to rampage all over tome, attacking anyone in sight. He paused in Mech-City, letting out a loud roar, before continuing to attack anything that so much as moved. 

[melodiatherobot-blog]

Lady Virus (Closed with Archer)

Melodia wasn't acting herself, shuffling about as she murmurs and mumbles, her body jerking. She didn't even seem to recognize Caolan when he pressed against her, worried. So Caolan decided to contact help.

[To; Ulysses] Melodia's acting odd. Like, seriously odd. Can you send Archer here?

[kitkatnel]

Morning

  Hours have passed since nel fell asleep. He woke up alone in his room, stretched and walked to a small dresser that had a cup of water as well as a note. He drank first, carefully lifting the cup as not to break it, then read the note. "Sorry to leave you without saying good morning but I had some business I had to take care of. I had one of my workers leave you some water as well as some food. I'll see you later tonight to discuss our "contract" ta ta for now. Signed Cyril.

P.S. Might want to look for a disguise, don't want to draw too much attention, now would we?."

  He looked in the mirror to the side of him, Cyril did have a point, he needed to disguise himself so no one could notice him. He placed the note down, thinking of what to do. Cyril was quite odd but didn't stand out due to his color and clothes, so he thought maybe he could look like Cyril. He made his color change from black to pure white, all markings gone and a new one appears on his head. His wings gone, and his eyes looked similar to cyrils with the exception of red irises. He couldn't be exactly like Cyril otherwise people would question. He looked over himself making sure everything had changed. Before walking outside he hid the necklace so he wouldn't loose it.

[general-cryptor]

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Cryptor frowned at the question directed at him, adjusting himself to look at them with crossed arms and a narrowed eye. “₮∆KЄ ∆ Ш̵͡ỊⱢ̵̵Ɖ̛-Ш̡̀Ị̀͟ⱢƉ̛ ₲ṲЄϨϨ.” He hissed in irritation.

[general-cryptor]

RP starter for mindroid-the-nindroid

Cryptor grumbled as he walked down the power plant. He felt terrible. The whole virus he had caught was really disorienting. As he walked along, as normal as possible, his leg randomly decided to give out on him, sending him toppling over and grabbing the rail for support. With a hiss in protest, he stood back up when his leg was working again and he continued on like nothing had happened. Then turning a corner, he immediately bumped into something smaller, then stumbling back, his leg giving out again and falling to the ground. “Ш∆₮Ͼῌ ШῌЄЯЄ ΫØṲ’ЯЄ ₲́Ø͏͠Ị͏И̸̡͜-₲̡͜ØỊ̷И̛₲̴́͟.” He hissed, his voice repeating the one part just before he looked as who he had bumped into.

[kitkatnel]

Ever since the virus attack, nel now has spikes growing from his back, which was difficult to lay down or put a shirt on, but while he's been in reds game he now knows how to make them go inside body with out hurting himself.  hasn't been keeping up with his data.He's been keeping track on how long they grow and their color. Recently they've been in his back most of the time so he hasn't been keeping up with his data. One day he woke up to his back aching and feeling a very burning sensation in his back, he got up and went to his bathroom to check what was going on. He summoned his spikes but this time,dark purple wings took their place with two tails at the end. He was surprised but then again it explains why he was having back pain but he thought that they were just growing not changing! He didn't want  tell red about what's going on, he didn't want to worry her. He pulled out his data pad and looked at the last known record he took. It had been at least two weeks since the attack, and about five days since the last major back pain, and upon that his eyes been changing, along with some other obvious physical changes. He needed a way to cover his wings from red, or at least until he could stuff the back inside his back.