[ti]megathread[/ti]BOSS BATTLE: C0D13_2

Kenny pulled Summer after him, dragging the 13-year-old through the crowd beneath the cheerful blare of emergency lights. "Put on your glasses! Put on your glasses!" he yelled, squeaking as his voice broke in excitement.

"I left mine in the hotel room! We haven't been using them!"

"Ohmygod, so lame!" Kenny managed to push his glasses onto his head, adjusting the headset. Immediately, the AR space loaded before his eyes. The Convention Center, which had already been crowded, was suddenly even more packed (if that was possible). Game characters with wings and armor walked side-by-side with real people in their hoodies, filling the event space. His jaw dropped.

"This is awesome!"

...C0D13_2 broke through the wall.

"Wait, this is awesome! Eeee! Run away! Wait, no! Attack! Everyone, charge!"

"What is happening?!"

Dodging chunks of concrete still falling from the explosion, Kenny snuck a peek over the top of his glasses. The North Hall was unchanged. No parking lot, no giant hole in the wall, no massive Porygon2 firing death beams into the crowd. He pushed the glasses back up, awed again at how realistic it was. "There's a giant Codie! You know, that thing Orion was talking about? We have to stop him!"

"Does this app do anything? It's blinking."

"No time! I gotta be a hero!" Kenny yelled exuberantly, pushing through the crowd towards the fake C0D13. His hands slipped on thin air as he pushed past people who were only here in AR, then tripped over people who were here in reality. "Oof! Ouch! Haha! Sorry! Big Codie, gotta go!"

"Kenny!" His sister caught onto his elbow, dragging him back. She was pointing at his phone. "I think you're supposed to tap the screen!"

"Huh? No, we definitely have to attack Codie!"

"What if you accidentally hit someone? There's like, people there, you know!"

...That was actually a good point. Kenny grabbed his phone from her, seeing a big, glowing ATTACK button. "That's it!" he yelled, jamming his finger on the button. In AR vision, a flurry of white bursts shot through the air, impacting into the virtual boss. "YEAHHHH! TAKE THAT!" He fistpumped, grinning, unaware of what a Pokemon Go player he looked like.

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{Damage Roll}sNq5N_cS2d100

Damage Dealt: 102
Attack type used: Normal
C0D13_2 HP: 9,898/10,000

"Everyone get down! He's telegraphing!" Bryan shouted, and he hit the deck as a lightning bolt tore overhead. Streaks of flame and frost burst along the convention wall, blowing a huge hole in the wall between the Noonlight and Precipice stages.

Bryan crawled on his belly like a soldier under heavy fire. He took cover behind a row of event space seating. They were in the Noonlight Stage, which was packed for reruns of the trailer of the UNOVR movie. Bryan poked his head out from behind the chairs and sighted the enemy. C0D13 was glowing as streams of fresh data flowed into him. His phone pinged, automatically grouping him with nearby friends. "Oh hell yeah! Yggy Br00ks and orioncayge? Now that's a dream team!"

C0D13 stabilized, and a helpful AR tooltip updated to list his new typing as

"Nice punching Orion! Call that a tapout, haha! Just a little mobile humor. Don't worry I've got this next one!" Bryan shouted, and he pointed his phone at the boss. Gorgeous wings unfurled on his back, and as he frantically tapped his phone like a woodpecker drilling for bugs the air around him filled with a stream of silvery feathers. They shot towards C0D13 in a rush of slashing air, cutting chunks out of the enemy's digital form. "Flying done! Who's got Ice?"

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{Damage Roll}ygBGoGU|2d100
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Damage Dealt: 216
Attack type used:
C0D13_2 HP: 9546/10,000

“GET BACK HERE!” A crash as two figures barreled past a Jigglypuff-themed cotton candy machine and several picnic tables. The runner had on a giant C0D13 biker helmet, the pursuer dressed in the uniform of a Hydance Cafe waiter, complete with Sprigatito mask.

“I’m too pretty to die!” Ren cried, narrowly getting beheaded by a silver tray whizzing past them. “Dude, what the fuck!” They yanked their helmet down, only to come to a screeching halt before the plaza flash mob. Atsushi nabbed them immediately, pulling them into a headlock.

“You–” DONK! “–have been–” DONK! “such a flaky little shit!” DONK!

“You are so lucky you don't work customer service, they'd never keep your ass. And you’re just hitting the helmet, moron!” Ren flailed as they were violently noogied. “Come onnn, I paid good money for—oh!” Behind the visor in C0D13’s mouth, their eyes glittered. “Oh, this is perfect.” The chase had led them to the right venue!

“What are you on?” Atsushi looked around. “And why are there so many—” AR glasses were slapped onto the Sprigatito mask. They slipped off. Ren nudged them back on, and held them there.

“Part of the event! Now come on, take out your phone!” They had already squirreled into his pockets and stolen it, logging in as Atsushi noticed a familiar head of white hair in the crowd, standing by the girl who had given him a heart attack while he was Moltres. Verai.

He’s distracted for a moment by the ice show, Ren—who was still being carried under his arm like a sack of berries—slapped him on the hip with his phone, already opened to the UNOVRCon app. “Playplayplayplay, come on! Come on!”

“Son of a—alright! Give me that.” He swiped the damn thing from Ren’s raccoon hands, squinting at the giant glowing button with the fist symbol. “Is this like… that clicking cookie thing you’re addicted to?”

“Cookie Clicker, gramps. Now less dumb, more thumb!” Ren said, snapping their fingers.

A bright aura of fighting spirit enveloped his avatar, launching virtual thousand palm strikes at the duck-shaped punisher.

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{Damage Roll}p|Py|1UJ2d100
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Damage Dealt: 165
Attack type used:
C0D13_2 HP: 9,240/10,000

Sarthor did not want to be in the arena plaza- he was not hungry, and did not want to be trapped in whatever crowd was swarming it, everyone speaking and screeching far too loudly. They were all gawking and pointing at a spot in the air- presumably, whatever the announcement had been about. Everyone had on little papery glasses.

Sarthor, noticeably, did not.

He did, though, notice people shouting at the blank spot of air, tapping their phones with reckless abandon. The closest being some woman in a Southern outfit that seemed a bit more fitting for a reenactment than an animal video game.

His phone beeped, annoyingly, and he pulled it out to mirror the others, seeing flashing icons and buttons- one a black set of eyes blinking harder than the rest.

Sarthor did not have any witty catch-phrases, or even interest in what this was. His only intention was to get it done with, so everyone would let him leave

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{Damage Roll}gyZMP6Rg2d100
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Damage Dealt: 86
Attack type used: Seer / DARK
C0D13_2 HP: 9039/10,000

Angelo had nearly choked on a bagel when something burst through the wall. The announcement cut through the air, a new event—and a live one! The model for C0D13_2 was ginormous, with the same quirky personality he recognized to be Hydance’s bread and butter.

“Mrph!” he said, as the other participants took out their phones and began to battle. Part of the appeal of this venue had been the AR glasses—seeing everyone’s fancy avatars just walking around, playing games and eating bagels. And now he was able to see them in action!

A barrage of attacks were sent careening at the boss, people taking turns as the typing switched with every attack. The noise in the plaza quadrupled, people calling out types and stamps to keep the barrage ongoing.

Angelo had been seated at a picnic table nearby when he saw a guy with an impressive array of tattoos (ozone) launch the most recent attack, the type on COD13_2 switching to Fighting.

He quickly sifted through the stamps he had on his phone — the newly-acquired bagel-earned FREEZER stamp flipping over to the DREAMER stamp he obtained at the hotel. “Mmph!” Still with a face full of bagel, Angelo pointed his phone, slamming the button repeatedly and tossing blast after blast of psychic energy at the target.

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{Damage Roll}AOTE0CIF2d100
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Damage Dealt: 166
Attack type used:
C0D13_2 HP: 8,654/10,000

There was a lot happening, at least until Tarou took off the silly glasses to rub at his eyes. The virtual-whatever made them tired, and when he blinked up again… not much was going on. People wandering around, but a few pointing and shouting. Whoever it was- the guy who made UNOVR- dove behind the T-Mobile stand like he was under fire.

Which. He was not. Tarou shook his head.

“Dad!” Bria hissed at him, tucking close with a flinch. “Put them back on- We have to fight back!”

Tarou frowned, wanting to say something unkind, but slid the glasses back on- explosions and ice and darkness and numbers everywhere. “C’mon! Do the fighting one next. It’s strong against dark!”

That made zero sense, but he pressed the buttons as instructed.

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{Damage Roll}wr9fLuJY2d100
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Damage Dealt: 140
Attack type used: Player / FIGHTING
C0D13_2 HP: 8,431/10,000

The damn thing was bursting through the walls. Atsushi found himself ducking as a beam ripped through a Dairy Queen truck.

“NOOOO!” Ren cried, only to drop their arms. “Ah well, Cold Stone’s better anyways.”

“If I buy you ice cream, can we go?” Atsushi hissed, his leech of a roommate throwing their hands up and cheering.

So in the middle of battle, as people dive-bombed for cover and gave themselves finger cramps for the good of human and pokemon-kind, they get ice cream. Ren was sated, inexplicably shoving a soft serve against their helmet visor and making a complete mess for no reason. Atsushi rolled his eyes and began walking to the exit, still carrying them under his arm.

Only to stop.

“Hold it!”

“What now?” Atsushi sighed, looking down to where Ren had grabbed onto a kiosk as if they were being hauled to prison. With one hand, they scanned their receipt, grabbing Atsushi’s phone and redeeming a FREEZER stamp.

“Alright!” They threw the phone, and he grabbed it with his free hand, its screen narrowly slapping his face. Ren snapped their ice cream-coated fingers and pointed back to where C0D13_2 was turning children into Baskin Robbins. “Now, you can fight.”

“No. We had a deal.”

Ren held their dripping soft serve dangerously close to his crotch.

Atsushi squinted behind his mask, smug. “Nice try, these aren’t my clothes.”

“Oh, right.” Change tactics. They pointed at Muin, the closest spectator, who was taking to the current battle as if it was a jury summons, or singing 'happy birthday' at a party. “Do it or I scream ‘kidnapper’ loud enough for pretty boy over there to call security.”

“I should toss you into the bay.” But he turned, and with one hand began rapid-firing the button to bombard C0D13_2 with icicles.

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{Damage Roll}G4uVcC3G2d100
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Damage Dealt: 116
Attack type used:
C0D13_2 HP: 8,148/10,000