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Post by Raven8 on Oct 11, 2017 14:20:49 GMT -8
Off in the alleyways, a Navi of unique design appears in a flash of light. However, he does not appear as expected. Instead, he tumbles in, crashing into a nearby trashcan before coming to a stop. At this point he just lays on the ground indignant, staring into the sky with stoic eyes. "Well, Napalm", he thinks to himself, "From World 3 leader to laying in a back alley in Netopia of all places after getting your mechanical rear-end handed to you".
Well, no point in staying down for now. Wiping himself off, NapalmMan looks over the damage that he'd sustained. Minor, but it could have been FAR worse given one mis-step. Who were those two anyway? And how did they manage to pull off such a show of power and speed? The one named Glint seemed like a newer, more advanced model of the Storming Bomber in every way, and the girl... despite the banter, she was far better than he'd initially given her credit for. At this point all that he could think was how he was glad that he'd had the foresight to be ready for her. Still, he actually didn't know if these Navis were hostile or not, and probably should have at least tested the situation before taking the situation in such a violent direction.
...well, the time for thinking about it was over. All that he could do now is reach out to some contacts and figure out what had happened over the week or so that he'd been inactive.
With a flip of a small box on his right cannon and a flash of his burning green eyes, NapalmMan opens a com-link and begins trying to figure this all out.
NapalmMan: Suki, we need to talk. I know that I haven't been the most trust-worthy in the past, but something odd is happening in Neto-
....the link was dead. NapalmMan's eyes gain a worried expression as he looks on. With only a moment's hesitation he tries again. Still no answer. This was... wrong. Suki had always been available, even to the leader of the WWW. So why...?
Shaking his head, NapalmMan moves on. If Suki was missing, then surely he would know why.
NapalmMan: X, something's going on. I need you to-
....dead again.
NapalmMan looks on, his eyes now larger than before. This was wrong, it was all wrong. How could X be gone? He'd been there since the very beginning....
One last try. NapalmMan opens the link with the one Navi that he could trust most.
NapalmMan: ....Zero...?
....he couldn't even bring himself to actually talk this time. His mind goes numb; his student, his friend. This was the Navi that he'd trained and held up from the very beginning. How could he... be gone?
That was it. Those three were the only Navis that the Storming Bomber could trust. How could they have...? NapalmMan, now entirely disoriented, leans his back against the wall behind himself, lost in shock. In all of these years, he'd always been able to call back to one of these friends, no matter what happened. There was an unspoken connection; no matter how at-odds, they could count on each other if the situation got too dire. But now...?
NapalmMan slumps against the wall and closes his eyes. He needed time to think. Time to....
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Post by Gaia on Oct 11, 2017 15:09:26 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
Leaned up against the wall, NapalmMan would almost miss it. The crosswalk just within sight of his hiding spot was filled with passerby, and, in a brief moment when all the common Navi had crossed, in an instant so brief that had he blinked he'd miss it, a figure appeared.
The Navi was simplistic in the purest sense of the word. Simple, white-washed armor coated its entire form, molded into a masculine shape with a well toned body with the detail of a careful eye, but the simplicity of a mannequin. Its joints were connected by what appeared to be black cords running underneath the white frame, and its outline was accentuated by red tones. A dias projects from its collarbone, likely displaying its Navi mark, and, perhaps just as disturbing as it is simple, the face of the navi is painstakingly plain. A simple metallic, smooth sheen surface, like a robot, it possesses a simple set of eyes that literally looked like ocular specs, and a single line etched towards its chin that may have been a mouth.
The Navi did not appear in a beam of energy, nor did he walk into the street. One moment he had not been present, the next, without any perceivable entry, he was. Had his head not began to turn and search about the area, it would almost be easy to think he were just a statue.
His gaze shifted, and he locked eyes with NapalmMan, holed away in the dark. His simple black fingers, without any armor to coat the cords that make them in, curl up into a fist. It was an unfamiliar face, and, yet, he had seen him. Had he seen what he could do? It had been long since he was free, and he just wanted to stretch a few parameters, detangle a few wires. Who was this individual, slumped on the wall in the alley? He was one of the few relatively unique Navis he could see, but, what was that splayed on his face? The emotion in his eyes? He craved to understand . . . and, so, he stayed in the crossroads, and watched.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 11, 2017 15:21:07 GMT -8
NapalmMan, still lost in thought, pays no attention to what's happening in the cross-roads area. In fact, he didn't even notice the disturbingly plain Navi watching him. Unable to continue wallowing in his self-pity, NapalmMan finally rises and brushes himself off. No point in staying here any longer. Truth be told, NapalmMan had never cared for Netopia, and would be happy to get back to Electo-
....oh come on! Was Electopia gone TOO?!
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Post by Gaia on Oct 11, 2017 16:00:10 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
Siega tipped his head as the Navi suddenly rose, brushing the dirt off of his form. Strange, how the navi's data pourd from his strained body like human blood. What would cause such a thing? Was it a design choice, to prove that he was harmed? Why would he need something so complex, though, over a basic pain receptor?
He willed his data, and, suddenly, Siega was in the alley way, standing in front of the deserted and wallowing Navi. This close to him, it was almost as though the Navi were designed as a weapon. His body was slick and purposeful, every angle and every valve on his body moving in the perfect way to improve battle function, and likely concealing a weapon. His arms were guns, and his head had something of an explosive protruding from a barrel at its apex. Was this how Navis were designed, then? With such a blatant purpose and plan?
"You wallow, distress and dispair. For what reason? Are you harmed?" His voice was calm but without empathy, sympathy or any hint of emotion. It wasn't robotic or computerized, and, unlike the rest of his features, intoned a sense of authority and inquisitive nature.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 11, 2017 16:13:32 GMT -8
NapalmMan's eyes open to see the strange... Navi? before him. Well, this was a new one. His eyes gain an uneven pitch as if he's raising an eyebrow, and his primary weapons stand at the ready. Let's see where this is going.
NapalmMan: And you presume way too much for your own good.
What was this, some bumpkin from the back-streets of Yumland? He was talking to NapalmMan! The Storming Bomber, the feared WWW leader, the battle GENIUS, the one Navi who-why were Navis staring?
As the Navis in the main street pass, they look down, some even staring at the two Navis in curiosity. This... was wrong. Navis fear NapalmMan, they don't look and point! What exactly was their probleeee-this was the future, wasn't it? NapalmMan looks over to the Navi with sharp eyes, blurting out a question as he does so.
NapalmMan: You, CreepMan. How long has it been since Eon was defeated?
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 11, 2017 16:14:39 GMT -8
*As the Storming Bomber continues his frustratingly futile attempts at virtually anything, a large metal figure caught a glimpse of him. It stood frozen, as if all life drained from whatever animated it in the first place. Recollecting herself, the figure marched forward. Slowly at first, then to a brisk walk. She would not lose him again. Radiating more heat to her joints, the furnace-like suit trudged on, the creaking subsiding, as the whole suit soon had a dull red glow, the heat distorting the light around her. Finally she gets near to the purple navi, grate closed, anonymously pointing her finger out accusingly, and with a harsh, degrading tone, she greets him.*
Embera: What are you doing showing your face around here?!
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 11, 2017 16:33:54 GMT -8
NapalmMan rolls his eyes. THIS was more what he was used to; random Navis appearing and making threats and challenges. Well, no point in relenting at this point.
Both of NapalmMan's cannons come online as he turns to the armored figure, the heat in the area rising as his power begins to manifest itself.
NapalmMan: Blasting your face out of here, if you don't move on.
...this was getting aggravating. Why did these Navis feel the need to show up like this now?
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Post by Gaia on Oct 11, 2017 17:17:45 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
He was entirely oblivious to what was troubling the Navi. Why was he bothered by passerbys? Was he, perhaps, expecting a different response from them? Was that why his words sung with malice, and his demeanor was suddenly threatening?
Siega was about to provide an answer, when a new comer arrived. He turned, as the war machine did, to glance upon what could be most easily described as a mobile furnace. Whatever burned within had a core so hot, the outer metal was heated to the point of malleability. He glanced at the new figure, and listened in silence as the two traded off warnings and threats.
The two were enemies then. But, who was right, and who was wrong? Was it that simple? Were they perhaps both adversaries of the side of evil? Or do-gooders with different ideals? It mattered not; he had come here to study and stretch. What better time to do so than now?
The heat collected in the air seemed to be the pool of energy in most abundance. Neither of them would notice if a little of it were absorbed; much less if he could just replicate it. He quickly looked over NapalmMan, and the heat he distributed, and then turned to the armored pyre, and considered her prominence. To the two with the mastery of the flames, it wouldn't be difficult to notice that the very heat in the air was dissipating, and, suddenly, Siega reached forward his hand and caught it ablaze.
"You are the offender of the peace, here. Leave, and allow it to be restored, or be added to my library."
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 11, 2017 18:25:51 GMT -8
*Embera saw this strange creature in her way, and nothing more. Even as he drew on her flames as she used to draw on others, nothing mattered. Embera could only see NapalmMan, and grew more furious. Swinging her arm with the intent of splattering Seiga into the wall, her eyes never left her target. With a dull roar from inside her armor, Embera shouted at her former idol.*
Embera: And just what makes you think you can do it this time?! I am NOT about to back down any more!
*As her ferocity built, the armor began to sag at the finger tips, as the glowing continued, from the dull red, to a bright orange, the armor doing its best to contain her energy, to great avail. As the energy inside the husk rivaled that of the sun, only things in her immediate contact and proximity showed any signs of degradation or combustion. She adapted to not destroying entire areas, but while she can dampen her energy, her fury was another thing all together.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 11, 2017 18:56:38 GMT -8
NapalmMan's eyes shift over to the featureless Navi, watching him get pressed into the wall. If he'd had a face with which to express emotion, he'd be smiling right now. But that wasn't the focus right now. The magma-armored Navi before him is, and it was time to begin dealing with the issue now.
NapalmMan: Go ahead, give me a reason t-wait, this time?
NapalmMan's eyes regain their lop-sided feature, showing confusion as if he was raising an eyebrow at Embera's words.
NapalmMan: We've met? I've seen a lot of knight-type Navis in the past... you guys are practically mass-produced by this point, but the only knight Navi that stands out in my mind is KnightMan, who I know you are not, buddy.
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 12, 2017 4:56:33 GMT -8
*Embera could see plainly that NapalmMan couldn't recognize her by voice. She realized if she wanted answers she needed to be more direct. The gauntlets now fully melted away, streams of fire billowed out from the openings. Reaching her hand through the helmet, melting it on contact, Embera ripped the heavy metal helmet like it was a rubber mask. Her eyes fiercely locked on the living weapons cache, she barked back at the old leader.*
Embera: it's been too many years in the making after you so brusqely kicked me away. I come back with the power to shape my own world and I find you gone. CAPTURED! Where's the might in that?! What did i spend these years molding myself in the image of? A walking dud not worth the payload strapped to his shoulders anymore! Never again. Not only am I going to show you the mistake of rejecting me back then, I'm going to show you the reality of your relic existence. You were better off remaining an idea and not active.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 12, 2017 5:35:45 GMT -8
Blah blah blah... one thing is for sure; she is a fire Navi, because she's got an excess of hot air. Near the end of this fueled rant, NapalmMan finally rolls his eyes, showing his aggravation. This would be an endless cycle if he let it, and that's why he doesn't intend to let it.
NapalmMan: Yeah, yeah. I'm sure that it broke your little snowflake heart when you crossed paths with me... whenever... honestly, I have no idea who you are kid. And I really don't caaa-did you say years?
....aaand there was the confirmation. His little beauty sleep hadn't been just a week like it felt, he'd been offline for at least a few years. At this point he closes his eyes in sheer aggravation; this day kept getting worse and worse.
NapalmMan: ...look kid, I know that you want your.... revenge? Not totally clear on that. But honestly, I doubt that I told you to base yourself on me. In fact, I probably told you to leave me alone; advice that, had you listened to, would have saved you a lot of what I'm guessing to be needless trouble.
At this point, NapalmMan crosses his cannons in a manner similar to crossing your arms and turns to the side, rolling his eyes again as he does so.
NapalmMan: You've obviously got your own damage, but honestly it has nothing to do with me. And guess what? I don't care, and the world doesn't care. The only place that this oddly misplaced vendetta exists is in your own mind, and I really don't feel like playing along with it right now.
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 12, 2017 9:06:30 GMT -8
*Embera was angry, insulted not only by NapalmMan's disregard of her, but of his entire lack of memory of her. Pinding her fist into the wall, leaving a molten core, Embera then yelled again in a fury she hadn't felt in so long.*
Embera: NO! You will not disregard me again. You disappeared! It was ME that MagicMan used as a weapon and a bloodhound to find you. The militant leader of the most powerful force on the net! I looked up to you and you cast me aside, ready to have TornadoMan erase me. Its not revenge i want it's acknowledgement. You are looking at the same girl you cast down, who did more than most others to bring you back, and I will not let you come in thinking our places are the same.
*Embera's breathing became faster as she choked down every urge to punch her former hero into the pavement, half out of restraint and half out of wanting to hear NapalmMan's recognition of her identity.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 12, 2017 9:20:28 GMT -8
A rerun of the same old speech that she'd just given moments befo-
NapalmMan: Wait.
NapalmMan's serious expression returns, his own anger now starting to boil just under the surface.
NapalmMan: MagicMan had you looking for me?
NapalmMan's eyes narrow at this, the barrels of his cannons suddenly burning with a bright orange fire. Something sparked the Storming Bomber to life, and it wasn't Embera.
NapalmMan: Fine then. You want some acknowledgement? Then I'll start by giving you the truth; you weren't MagicMan's blood-hound, you were his little dog trained to jump through hoops. MagicMan wasn't trying to help you find me, he was keeping you away from finding me because he was the one who sucker-punched me and handed me over to Gate!
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 12, 2017 9:56:51 GMT -8
*It hit her like a ton of bricks with a ton of steel on top and then punched in the gut. While she suspected MagicMan was just using her, she never thought it'd be in antithesis to her own mission. Unlike NapalmMan, Embera did erupt. Her armor began melting away at her extremities, and her core was causing her chestplate to vaporize. As Embera was entirely absorbed into her fiery tower, the flames soon began to compress, revealing a shimmering, golden-red woman, trying her hardest not to annihilate another area.*
Embera:I....Im...not...a tool...
*Slowly regaining her composure, all of the flames returned to their master, her breathing becoming more regular. Looking at NapalmMan with far less emotion than she started, Embera spoke plainly.*
Embera: Then I will obliterate him. What do you plan on doing now? If you need refuge, I have a volcano in Electopia. It's not unknown that the area is mine, but it is well defended.
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