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Post by Shast on Sept 11, 2018 2:27:07 GMT -8
The hand paused. Perking up as an animal who caught a fresh scent. In a flash it lashes out and snatches the bugfrag. For a moment it appears calm...
It looks around. Scrounging for more. Then again in a frenzy. Finding nothing, it clenches then unfurls its fingers in what would be a ferocious roar(if it had a mouth). The now further enraged virus conjures up its signature bomb... yet it looks different. The number while still showing [3], is doing so with random assets, and often it flicks in an out like a broken clock. The bomb itself doesn't look pleasant either. Covered in same speckles Righty itself is and its shape more spherical.
Righty lobs it directly at BoB, then conjures another and sends it sliding across the ice ring surface of the only true barrier protecting Bayside.
The mighty virus then raises its finger up in an attempt to snap...
[BoB -1 Bugfrag]
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 11, 2018 2:49:06 GMT -8
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Post by Gaia on Sept 11, 2018 18:52:48 GMT -8
Hollow.___
Events rushed on as the battle raged, and Hollow focused on that which he had been focusing on from the very beginning - defense, as well as the alternative motive of the assault. The offensive front approached and made way in the field, as more and more Navis arrived to assist in his defensive approach. As his efforts were reinforced, he couldn't help but notice as others began to observe his previous theory of an alternative approach. He found the other planeswalker making his way back the way he came, tracing what appeared to be the same signs of life he'd been feeling within the city since he first wondered of the additional threat.
Hollow's hand twitched, and energy surged around him, as his platform of ice grew an additional ring around it, and his magical circle expanded ever more. Suddenly, the icy circle shone with power, and Hollow's NaviMark blazed into prominence underneath him. All at once, the ice of his wall released a sheen of brilliance that expanded across its surface in all directions, ice forming and rapidly solidifying to a strength far beyond the most basic of ice. No force would move his wall, now, as the ice was solidified and reinforced by his magical field.
Turning, Hollow flexed his hand as yet another dark circle appeared beneath one of his runes. Rising up from the circle was a vaguely mushroom-shaped figure, with small spores coming off of it from all sides. As his other virus solidified into this network, the hole closed underneath it, and his Squall all but rooted itself into the ice network below, its unique design allowing it to find nutrients, even here.
"Watch over this area, Squall. Reinforce the ice wall when necessary, using the magic circles beneath you, and inform me of any changes." he paused, just then, and turned to watch as another summoner struggled alongside his personal virus. "If that one continues to misbehave, I will return to destroy it."
It wasn't a threat, it was a matter of statement. They had no room for error, and that virus causing problems was not something Hollow had the emotions to care for. He would remove it if it continued to get in the way of their current task.
Decided, Hollow turned into a bolt of energy, his body breaking down into a stream of lightning, and he charged his way through the city to track down his initial concern - that this was all an afront, and they were, in fact, being tricked into fighting the wrong battle.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 11, 2018 19:47:38 GMT -8
What is Magic, but slight of hand?
Down within the depths of the city, a lost area far, far below a winding path through the ruins of data long forgotten, a sight of unusual nature protrudes from the shadows of a Bayside City long forgotten. The Navi that had reached the area first stands in the center of a large, open area. His arms, lit up like the glowing face of the moon, stretch out to either side as he speaks words known only to himself to the shadows before him. He stands amid the obvious ruins of a building; one of onyx-black and platinum-white foundation. No debris exists around this foundation, and the protrusions from the ground reveal jagged lines... as if the tower itself had ripped itself from its foundation for unknown purposes.
And from the center of this location the Navi turns his dead, glowing yellow eyes across the distance. He gazes with a burning darkness, taking note of the Navis that had followed as the jewels in his scepter-like arms continue to dimply light the cavern of lost time.
MagicMan: Ah, come! Amid the chaos, I've stumbled across something truly amazing; ruins of a lost time in our history! Please, if any of you are particularly analytic in nature, aid me in researching it before the chaos above removes it from our past once again!
MagicMan speaks with an inviting tone, obviously enamored with the ruins as he looks about the area, running the jewels on his arms along the ground.
?: What strange times we live in...
The commander's voice was serene, and yet so sad. A sorrow that was as black as night, a lonesome shadow. Yet the voice was high-pitched, angelic, a childlike brightness to it's pitch. The discord between dark intonation and bright pitch was disturbing. Only the flames that were Embera should have been able to hear it, yet it echoed impossibly through the storm, even to the shores. True to the commander's title, this voice demanded attention.
The night-black whaleships, rocking and turning against the white foam, were simply too many. As sea crashed to sea and the ships upended and buckled, and yet still stayed afloat. Even with his speed, for every ship Legacy destroyed, it seemed as if two more rolled in from the silvery fog. Dark as night, massive, and with a whale pattern, the Cruiziler fleet was seemingly endless.
?: The living commune with the dead...
The commander took note of the increased rain and The Coming Flood. His central ship, some two and a half sizes larger than the smaller whales was a flagship, and defensible to even the worst weather. It raised a small question as to why all the ships weren't this size to begin with. Regardless, there was a downpour of jet black rain, only seen in reflections of the pale moonlight. Every navi that wasn't already wet would find themself soaked to the bone.
Yet their monochromatic enemy would somehow stay dry. Not a single droplet of water hit his coat, the rain itself feared him. Embera let off steam as she charged at him, and yet to him the moment lasted forever. Staring off into the moon, longing once again for the unfiltered moonlight.
?: Cursed winds howl at the moon...
As Embera dashed forward, there was something else. Deep under the rapids, an unclear yet powerful force sped towards the central flagship, capsizing other boats along its way as it rushed under the ship. As if drawn to the magnetic pulse of Embera's stage. Electricity, unrestrained arcs of energy lapped at the feet of their enemy, and yet did not harm him.
Seconds pass.
Then, comes the moment of truth. Embera finally reaches her mark, her fist pure bright light. Then a flash! The whole of the network bathes in white.
?: Let me ask you...
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Post by notegg on Sept 11, 2018 19:47:47 GMT -8
~Music~"Have you seen a ghost?"As Embera were to finally strike her enemy, he turns, for her to meet him. Face to face, her eyes burning with fury, his dim, golden eye devoid of emotion. The clash was only a moment, and yet the flash of lightning and solar energy could be seen, nay, felt throughout the whole of the network. His smallsword, the thin rapier-like blade extruded from the buster at the end of his arm. Finale brought her strike to the side. With his left hand extended, a force of wind coupled with his own magnetic energy pushed her back. Still within her striking distance, but far enough for them to both stand for a moment. Finale's body was not the same as she would remember. It was shorter now, standing at about the height of a child. His skin was porcelain white, and cracked in places. The half-mask he wore long ago was gone, though that half of his face still remained hidden under his captain's hat. His mouth and nose covered by a traditional navi battle mask, what little remained of his face was his honey-golden eye. His honey-gold eye, if nothing else, she would remember his eye. It looked dead, devoid of life and joy. It stared into Embera's own gaze, without purpose, almost looking through her. It was a long stare of apathy, boredom perhaps. Her true enemy revealed. Black, White, and Gold. From the corpse of a bumblebee... had risen a hornet.
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Post by Shast on Sept 11, 2018 21:02:20 GMT -8
Jax The sand surfer traces the path of the suspect and arrives as if on queue to listen to Magicmans invitation. Yet another relic of a forgotten era? It would seem humans never clean up after themselves. Like their real-world counterparts it's likely that such a site contains vast sums of knowledge and historical importance. One worth ensuring remained intact and undisturbed.
He allows the collected sand to disperse and meld with the coarse ground. Then admires the scene. archiving every architectural detail, cataloguing the age of creation, and the architect themself should the source code of the terrain and the monument itself possess it.
His eyes glimpse down at the dragging arms of his magical host. Such disrespect for one so enamored. A flicked finger and the ground under Magicmans arms vault his them up off the ground gently. Reminding him of their position. The earth then retreats as if it had never moved, and the entirety of the wizards trail-line undone as well. Returning the ground to its 'pristine' state.
The curious giant returns to absorbing the scene.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 11, 2018 21:41:30 GMT -8
*Embera felt her punch connect with her target, moving so fast she couldn't see exactly what she hit. It wasn't until she was locked fist-to-sword, that she realized what had happened. As Finale brought up his left hand, and as the wind began to come forth, Embera reflexively pushed Finale's left hand out to sea, the monsoon-like winds cutting at the fleet as the waves crashed into them. As the separated, Embera shook her fist, surprised the blade didn't vaporize on contact. Looking into the golden eye of her foe, Embera raised an eyebrow.
Embera: Wait....Finale? That's you?! hehehe...haha....HAHAHAHA!
*The fierce determination and ferocious attack melted away as Embera reached out and hugged Finale heartfully. In her large embrace, she raised him to eye level.
Embera: Hahaha! How did you manage to become Admiral to an entire WWW fleet!? That's awesome!! It's been years!
Embera realized how uncomfortable it must be to have someone lock you up in their grip, and placed Finale down to be in a more comfortable position. Looking at the mayhem going on around her, a clearly tactical assault on Beyside, with a hodgepodge of different defenders managing to band together against their common foe, Embera sighed, almost reminiscently. She was truly happy to see Finale after all these years.
Embera: So aside from y'know...all of this *she gestures comically to the battle scene* How have you been? Last I remember we were locked into New Life together ages ago and I haven't seen you since. A lot must have happened for you to be so well-entrusted with Gate, we have so much to talk about.
*The very world could be coming to an end around her, but Embera would make them wait until she thoroughly caught up with one of her few friends she had.*
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Post by Trinitrotoluene Monomania on Sept 11, 2018 22:37:05 GMT -8
Piano.EXE Being extra late, the two Navis must've already ventured way too far down for Piano to catch up... He had just arrived to the hole leading to the Bayside underground, when, as he stepped down, a wide flash of light coming from offshore caught his attention. However, it wasn't the light that really caught his attention... but this energy... It felt quite like it came from a virus, but he was entirely unsure what kind.
He wiped the top base of the satellite virus with his hand, getting rid of the dust from his boots. Piano smiled as the Satella nodded once and then hovered away. He then began to walk this distance of a few hundred meters from this particular crater to the shoreline, all the while sending out some kind of fuzzy signal that only viruses should be able to notice.
This unknown type of virus... Piano's curiosity had certainly been piqued.
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Post by Shast on Sept 12, 2018 1:33:44 GMT -8
The virus resisted and yanked in rebellion of this shackle. In futility at first but then it charged into the tugger to give itself some lee-way then doubled back! Pulling it taut and dragging the would be tamer along the slick icy surface. BoB sliding along as the floating virus easier and easier lunges itself towards the only other 'living' thing on the dome... Squall.
As it approaches the hand begins to glow a hazy purple. At a short 20ft distance it rears up and smashes the dome! Sending a stuttering purple wave of explosive destruction at not just the virus, but that entire area in a cone shape. The wave shatters the dome as it passes leaving a large gash in baysides defense!
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 12, 2018 13:41:01 GMT -8
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Post by notegg on Sept 13, 2018 10:29:46 GMT -8
Raging flame turned to the warmth of embrace. Finale tensed up, the floor leaving him, hanging in the air. Embera hugged ever so slightly too tightly - of course she did. Embera was always one to go a little too far with her emotions. It was a pleasant moment, if nothing else, but only Finale's body was warmed. His heart cold, he was empty.
A single droplet of rain... trickled down his face... from beneath his cap...
Shaking his head at the feeling, Finale took a minute to take in Embera. It seemed they had both changed, Embera looking less and less like Fiera and more of her own person in the years since they had last spoken. Her face was the same as always, but the whole of her being was different. Heavily armored, to keep people out. Her hands bare, extensions of her fickle will. She wore a cross of unique design around her neck - one with data to which Finale seemed attuned. He took a note of it.
"Miss Leader Of The Revolution, " Finale said, as he was finally let down, shifting weight on his own two feet, comfortable to be on the ground once more. He had to look up at her, his form smaller than before. Even though he was always shorter than her, it was never quite to this degree. "It seems things have changed quite a bit."
Back then, Embera flaunted herself as being one of World Three's stronger grunts. She had been in a position rather comparable to his own, now. Assisting MagicMan in his goals, yet not leading the charge. Well, not on this particular day. Finale's rank wasn't official within World 3, he was something of an anomaly - yet people seemed to have started calling him Admiral.
Nowadays though, Embera had just attacked him with the fury of a thousand suns. It seems that she had had a falling out with World 3. Now, it seemed they were enemies. As for the viral one... if anything, it was known how much he despised the organizations that ruled this world, and none more did he hate than World 3, extending to Gate himself. For the short, childlike virus to now be working with Gate...
"How things have changed..." Finale took a moment to lament. He used to be plagued by instabilities, corrupted code and bugs. Were he a navi, perhaps he could have harnessed the powers of bugs to his advantage, like his long gone brother. Rather, the monochrome virus only became more and more unstable, unraveling the yarn that was his being, until his own, eventual finale. Now, alive again--
The moment would be cut short, as something like a trill, painful whistle cut through the air. It was both a pleasant ringing of a bell, and a sharp hiss against the brain. A mother's sweet call, and the voice of death, knocking on the door. A virus whistle, to tame docile viruses and to rouse violence in savage ones. Its true sound was decided by the caller.
He perked up, suddenly roused back to his focus. The mission was what mattered right now. Even if he hated it.
"I can't... explain right now. Please trust me." Finale sounded sad. As if he wished the moment could have lasted longer. "That trinket you wear on your neck... let it be a symbol of our friendship, that we will meet again." Finale looked behind her, his eyes still empty, at the wanton destruction of Bayside. "Let's meet again, in better times. And soon."
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Post by Gaia on Sept 13, 2018 19:41:25 GMT -8
Hollow.___
Topside, Squall watched with interest as the rogue Handy made its way towards it. It threateningly released a series of spores into the air, trying to communicate to its fellow virus how much it intended to follow its own master's orders - to protect this wall at all costs, as well as the threat that Hollow left in the air about the Handy's deletion.
Suddenly, the Handy smashed its body into the ice wall that Shroomy was calling its home, and a large fissure of energy came rippling towards it. In a sudden show of power, the Shroomy's own force erupted, and a typhoon of leaves appeared around it, the energy from the Handy's strike smashing against it but not smashing through. Looking frantically at the damage to its master's creation, Shroomy shifted ever so slightly, and the magical runes still intact underneath it flared with power. Suddenly, Shroomy's spores took light across the Network, and a field of grass flowed out from underneath it. Almost immediately as the grass spread and formed, it froze over, and each individual folicle layered down and solidified back into the powerful ice structure, the glitter from the flashfreeze hanging in the air.
Shroomy, satisfied, wiggled in place again, and glared at the Handy in challenge.
Hollow came bolting down the cavern, and suddenly halted inches away from the ground in his electrical form. He was accustomed to crashing into the ground and taking on solid shape from there, but he could still see his surroundings in this form, and was suddenly very aware of striking against the ground in his electrical state.
He took form mid-air, and solidified mere inches off of the ground, to finish his landing without disrupting the environment. Glancing around at what the other wizard-like Navi had found, Hollow couldn't help but marvel at the structure, and wonder what historical importance was left behind here, so long ago.
The treasures that civilizations of histories past, their historical importance, and the insight into combat that they brought were perhaps the only things Hollow could find interest in, as they were the only things he had any designation within his coding to care for. This was what he was designed to do - study things exactly like this, and learn from it how to become a better Navi, be that through additional information or through more combat insight.
". . . So, you masterminded an invasion on the upward front to attract attention and clear away the obstacle of certain parts of the city, so that you could gain access to these ruins with minimal altercations in the process. A diversion of that magnitude would never be ignored, and you all knew that.
"But why? What is this place, and what is its importance?" Hollow couldn't help but ponder, noticing some historical references and studying the architecture for himself, trying to relate it back to any ancient cultures he could think of.
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Post by Trinitrotoluene Monomania on Sept 13, 2018 20:17:09 GMT -8
Piano.EXE Reaching the shore, his path had been hindered by a rather gigantic wall of ice. Looking up, it s1eemed to continually expand to no end. Climbing it would obviously be futile. His ear-eyes saw no kind of opening or edge to where he could walk around the wall, either. The only apparent option, it seemed, was to smash through it.
And at that moment, a hole did appear, way up on the wall. That was convenient. Then, the problem was to get up there fast enough... However, that wasn't entirely his problem. A Handy grabbed him from behind and just straight up tossed him towards the hole. And Elebee and three Mosquritos wrapped their unusually extendable legs to Piano as he soared, guiding his trajectory through the hole. Satella latched onto Piano's chest and fired its gun towards the ground to increase his speed.
In less than seven seconds, he actually cleared the hole, smashing through the rather thin cover-up that Shroomy made. At this point, the Satella disengaged and went its own way, while Piano and the remaining viruses attached onto him hovered way above the ocean, slowly towards the fleet.
He opened his real eyes; their bright green glow would be visible amidst the dark sky. He gazed at Embera. Her energy, akin to a miniature sun, was indeed immense, but it was not that energy that he was looking for. It was there though, he could see it... Masked by the brightness of the miniature sun.
He smiled... though, underneath the shadow of his hat, it were not visible.
A barely visible stream of data crawled through space, aiming to connect to Finale's eyes. Not harmful; entirely for a certain kind of communication.
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Post by Blazewind on Sept 14, 2018 17:54:35 GMT -8
How much time had passed?
Legacy had finished carving through yet another ship hull before rocketing upwards. What was going on? So many aspects about what was happening was beginning to make less sense. While the numbers perhaps weren't so high that he could say that he sunk the whole fleet, Legacy was certain that he would at least put a noticeable dent in the numbers. He barely even faced retaliation aside from the initial salvo.
From above, he scanned the armada. The view confirmed his suspicions, but only raised more questions. Not only did the number of ships not go down, he was certain the numbers were in fact going up. Yet, where was their offensive? With numbers like this, the city could have long been destroyed. It would be a lie to say that this didn't pique his intellectual curiosity, the sudden increase in processing speed after he had passed the barrier was also interesting question. However even with that in mind, Legacy still tightened his grip on his rifle, very nearly damaging the handle and his hand in the process.
"It seems I'm being made light of and taken for a fool." Legacy muttered as he mounted his rifle on a hard point behind his waist. In spite of his anger, he located a single ship in the center of the fleet that stood out.
The sense of discomfort... Was it his intuition? Whatever it was, it was telling him that the fleet was merely a distraction. If they had really been aiming to destroy the city, it would have long since occurred. No, something was on the mainland and they were unable or not allowed for fire anymore on the land. Perhaps then, some questions would be answered if he got rid of the one ship that stood out. It appeared to be the one in command, and he could confirm the presence of two navis on the ship unlike the unmanned drones.
"Well then..."
The armor plating on his chest unfolded and extended outwards, revealing a targeting array that began charging energy emanating from his exposed Sefirot Reactor. A large sphere of energy quickly built up, almost matching Legacy's height in diameter, but then it gradually began shrinking in size, gradually growing less stable in the process. The once brilliant green glow of charged Sefirot Particles gradually changed colors, turning black and radiating what looked like black electrical sparks. His Orbital Familiars had already made their way towards the central flagship, since he had noted that one of the other navis from the shore began attacking it and broadcasted a simple message to Embera and scattering away.
"You may want to leave that ship, I intend to sink it if I can. Reactor Cannon...Fire."
The sphere of energy launched itself at the flagship, moving Legacy backwards several feet from the recoil. Rather than striking the ship directly though, it stopped just short from hitting the decks before expanding violently, the plasma within pummeling and incinerating anything caught within the blast. While Legacy might not have been the most powerful navi around, the scale and force behind the blast certainly made it difficult to ignore. Legacy watched intently, hoping to glean more information on whatever reaction his attack elicited.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 14, 2018 19:28:26 GMT -8
Gravity Beetle looks out, narrowing his eyes. The bombardment had stopped for now, and most of the ships were either being torn apart or laying dead in the water. Was this a good thing? Time alone would tell... but one thing is for sure; the ONB commander now stands as the lone defender, meaning he could not abandon his post until he had confirmation that the situation was defused entirely. At least he would be the lone defender in this right....
Gravity Beetle: Go, I'll hold down the defense.
Gravity Beetle clenches his fists and focuses harder on the defenses, holding it down in preparation for the next assault.
Meanwhile, MagicMan looks out with golden dead eyes as Hollow makes his accusation, glancing over his shoulder before turning to meet the mage-Navi as if being moved by a turn-table from below. The gaze of the ancient viral summoner fixes on Hollow, looking him over for a moment before speaking.
MagicMan: Aah, an interesting design. Without a doubt based on myself, as I am a first-generation Navi. Rather simple by comparison, but an intriguing copy none the less.
MagicMan pauses coyly, allowing the inference to sink in before he continues.
MagicMan: Though I must ask; what about my actions makes you think that I'm involved with what's happening above? Bayside is my home, and I discovered these ruins by chance while coming to aid the defense. I could just as easily say that you're the invader arriving late and making accusations to cover your tracks. I have taken nothing from these ruins, and simply intend to observe them as a part of our heritage....
MagicMan pauses before looking down to the foundations before him, motioning to them with his still-lit scepter arm.
MagicMan: What you see before you is the ruins of the Fortress of the Doomed Revelation; the stronghold of Eon himself. I remember the day that it left our network and pierced the heavens of the Galaxy Network above so clearly, but thought it lost forever in the repairs. What a truly amazing find, to say the least.
MagicMan largely ignores Hollow's accusations and continues to look over the ruins in a manner similar to Jax, humming to himself as he does so.
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