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Post by Raven8 on Oct 12, 2017 10:16:12 GMT -8
Well, that ended fast. A lot faster than expected given the pure eruption. Still, at least she was calm now.
NapalmMan: I'm fine, have my own plans.
A bold-faced lie, he had noplace to go and was currently floundering with the idea of his own lack of notoriety in this new world.
NapalmMan: One thing though; you mentioned TornadoMan. Is he still around?
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 12, 2017 13:26:48 GMT -8
*Embera, now expunged of her ferocity, and her gentle, yet stifling aura encapsulating the area, could see much more clearly, especially with that bulky suit off of her body. With her better sight, she also gained better insight. Insight good enough to call on NapalmMan's bluff.*
Embera: If you had such a plan of action, you wouldn't be asking me of TornadoMan's whereabouts. While I haven't seen him in days, I'm not letting you raise trouble around these parts. While you may not be what you once were, you're still a staple image of World Three. You going about investigating things will lead to those who captured you in the first place, and people like me are going to have to clean things up again. You're better off in a war room these days, and not out and about. I wear armor to conceal myself.
*Just as she finishes, Embera produces her old Revolution Wanted Poster, with her exceedingly high bounty, the large red X through the picture, noting that she was captured.*
Embera: The entire net knows who I am as well, but my release and subsequent pardon is also public knowledge. Think wisely your next step, because...
*Embera retracted her aura, her golden glow fading to a more vermilion hue. Her gaze locked on NapalmMan, she emphasized her last words very matter-of-factly.*
Embera: Times have changed.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 12, 2017 13:52:33 GMT -8
And there it is again. The talking down and the acting like a big-shot. This was going quite far enough...
NapalmMan: I'm amazed that with your infinite knowledge and foresight you didn't have a vision of my actual reason for asking. Tornado was a good guy, and I know what he's going through. All that I care about is that he's safe and away from that snake, MagicMan. I'm not going to be contacting him, because I know what will happen if I do.
NapalmMan then looks back to Embera, finally turning to her fully at this point.
NapalmMan: Am I supposed to be impressed? I led the WWW, I led the ONB, I defeated the white knight Epoch alone, I led the final confrontation against both Eon and Revelation Forte. I trained the greatest warriors that this net has ever seen and I probably even started the ball rolling on everything that you are and ever will be...
At this point, NapalmMan's eyes are burning green, a frightening awareness looking through Embera's very being.
NapalmMan: If times have changed, then they've changed because of me. And I can promise you one thing; if I so choose, they will change by my will again when and if I want them to.
NapalmMan then pauses. Despite the sheer chaotic and overwhelming force of Embera's aura, the Storming Bomber brushes it off as nothing more than a wind. Her intimidation, her warnings, they all fall to the feet of the Navi that she once worshiped where they quickly burn to a cinder.
NapalmMan: So now the question is; do I clean up this mess for all of you again? Or do I just sit here and listen to yet another opinion?
At this point he didn't care. Embera wanted recognition and to prove herself, but NapalmMan had nothing to give at this time. Despite his grand past, all of which was true, he had to re-focus his thoughts, and Embera's presence was providing far too much distraction.
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 13, 2017 5:08:40 GMT -8
*Embera could only shake her head at NapalmMan's posturing. There was no real cure for being so mule-headed and she found out that it's easier to save the world than to teach this old dog a new trick.*
Embera: Fine. If your plan is to alienate every chance to be helped and die alone the husk of the man who shaped history, then you're clearly a master tactician beyond my comprehension. I extended a hand you're too proud to take, a graciousness you yourself were incapable of and in all your perceived worth, reject it. Wither and die.
*Leaving the slag of her armor behind, the Solar Empress left for home, finally done with the hero she once looked up to.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 13, 2017 7:44:59 GMT -8
NapalmMan holds his bravado up until the moment that Embera leaves, at which time he visibly relaxes. Well, that was a few birds with one stone. The first was that she finally left without hauling off and punching. The second was that she'd likely leave him alone now, at least until she came hunting him down. And the third was that hopefully she was now free of that strange hero-worship. In all honesty, he can't help but feel a bit badly for her, but she needed to not see him in any positive light... for her own good. Truth be told, he could never have accepted her invitation. Part of it was obviously pride, and the way that she made it seem like the Storming Bomber was a lost puppy in need. But more than that, he knew himself all too well. Sure, he was great at playing the bad guy, but situations ALWAYS forced him to go to the other side of the fence at some point. Better to have her lose any admiration now than to let her build more up and then have it suddenly dashed away as he had to suddenly play the role of WWW commander again. Of course, before that title can be taken again, first he'd need to take down Gate. But then, first priority has to be re-grouping, second priority is figuring out what's happening and who those strange Navis were.
....strange Navis?
NapalmMan looks down to see the still prone body of the odd Navi that had appeared before Embera. Obviously still alive, but not in the best of shape. With a roll of his eyes, he reaches down with his cannon and pokes this Navi a few times, trying to revive him.
NapalmMan: Hey, CreepyMan. You okay?
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Post by Gaia on Oct 13, 2017 8:44:27 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
While definitely on the ground, NapalmMan would quickly realize Siega was anything but unconscious. Just as the fiery diva swung at him, he had created a dense field of data in front of him to take the brunt of the blow; in a quick thought, he had fallen to the ground anyways, and took to the role one would expect of an unconscious Navi: Silence.
In truth, he had been listening to the whole conversation, studying and observing the situation. His eyes never closed, as they were simple ocular lenses on his face, and, so, while they didn't have any life behind them, they were taking in information. Much was to be learned of their behavior and interactions with one another; even more for their conversation of boasting and alliances once had. So much more interesting than his usual study group . . .
As NapalmMan touched him, his eyes instantly shifted, the lense within widening noticeably as some essence of life returned to him. Slowly standing up, Siega looked first at the slag remaining that Embera left behind, and second at NapalmMan, next to him.
"CreepMan is not my moniker. I am Siega. To answer your question, though; I am without harm." His mouth doesn't so much as move as he speaks as the little line that makes it just glows a deep red. "You, however, are not without interest. I was privy to the breadth of your conversation, 'Storming Bomber,' and I have a question for you. Do not mistake it for admiration or doting, or even out of perceived need . . . but I ask of you, are you still accepting apprentices?"
Before waiting for the bomber to answer, Siega knelt down to examine the slag that Embera left behind. Such powerful radiance and destructive force, and someone had created an armor that could at least someone contain it. It was of interest, and, so, he studied its composites with just sight and data recognition before deciding to take it. Holding up a hand, a small aperture door on his palm opened, and, before NapalmMan, an energy field released by his palm reduced the molten slag, hot magma and all, to nothing more than streams of data sucked in by the vacuum.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 13, 2017 11:53:07 GMT -8
As Siega tells NapalmMan his name, NapalmMan just looks on with a blank stare.
NapalmMan: Sure, let's just go with that.
And there it was again. Ever since training Zero, there were requests left and right. Not that he minded actually doing it, but he had always been very picky about who he trained for the same reason that elite colleges only let the brightest in; they provide the best odds of looking good and reflecting back well in the long-run. Still, this wasn't a direct request yet....
NapalmMan: At times, if I find the right Navi.
While listening, NapalmMan is still considering the whole situation, especially those Navis that he'd met along the way. Being in the dark never suited him, so he'd have to move forward one way or another.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 13, 2017 18:52:07 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
For a moment, Siega doesn't acknowledge that he had heard NapalmMan's response. Instead, he stayed knelt down, turning his palm up as he finished absorbing the last of the molten slag. The hole on his hand closes up and glows, mending perfectly back into the black cords that make it, without any signs of the hatch that had opened a moment ago. Flexing his fingers, he tests his newest collection of materials, and, starting from the center of his hand and expanding outward, the black cords of his hand take on the properties of the ebony armor Embera had left behind. Another shift of focus, and, instead, it took to the slag, rapidly heating as it began to shift and morph underneath the temperature. Deciding the molten slag dangerous and unwieldy, he retracts it back to the simple ebony armor before reverting entirely back to his base form.
Rising up, now meeting NapalmMan's eyes, he considers his words carefully. They were both Navis that had been out of connection with the outside world for a long time, but, the veteran at least had some time under his belt before he had been locked away. The knowledge he could bestow, and the tactical insight he could provide . . . Siega desired it, as well as someone so influential to follow. Someone as powerful, or at least as well known, as this one would surely attract a wide variety of individuals, each with unique data signatures and materials to absorb into his properties, and each with their own wealth of information and knowledge for him to learn. They could be advantageous to one another; his infinitely malleable design and level of control over data would surely be an asset to anyone. Why else had the humans desired to study him?
"Very well, then. How can I present myself as 'the right Navi'?"
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 14, 2017 9:15:04 GMT -8
NapalmMan meets Siega's eyes as he speaks, then looks up and to the side while crossing his cannons again.
NapalmMan: Drop off a resume and I'll call you back after the weekend.
...that was sarcasm, used on a Navi who seems to have no real grasp of it. Uugh. Rolling his eyes and then shutting them, NapalmMan lets out a sigh as he re-words the situation in his mind.
NapalmMan: Going to be honest; you can't right now I've got a few things that I need to take care of first.
...thoughts on the matter were beginning to form, and right now he needed to just make some notes and plan. He could at least begin the former sooner rather than later. The small door on his right cannon opens up and forms some type of document, which he begins writing in and working with his eyes.
NapalmMan: I need to go.
That was all that NapalmMan would say as he teleports out, leaving Siega alone once again.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 14, 2017 10:57:48 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
Siega watches as the Navi blips out of the Network, not the slightest disappointed in his rejection as much as he were in the development. He could care less if the Navi desired to train him or not; but the missed opportunity at all that knowledge . . .
. . . he would come around, again. Besides, Netopia was brimming with far more interesting figures; some of which had put the bomber on edge, or at least off guard. It would suit him to further his studies elsewhere.
Rather than blip off in a field of energy or data, the space around Siega within the Net simply ripples and closes around him, as though the space that he had taken up simply reclaimed lost ground.
[Siega Exit]
[Siega] - 30 Exp | 300z
[NapalmMan] - 70 Exp | 700z
[Embera] - 35 Exp | 350z
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