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Post by Phen on Jul 26, 2015 19:28:44 GMT -8
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick."
Eager to play with his returned youth, Deav crouched down and lept high into the air, his scythe staying where it was as he gave chase to Kidd with alarming speed. The buildings nearby seeming to hold no obstacle to the Reaver in his prime. As he moved through the air wisps of something flew off of him, leaving behind a faint dust which drained all color from that which it touched. But despite it, Deav was smiling the whole time, excited to have a little fun once again to alleviate the boredom of his state. As he closed the distance to Kidd he yelled out in great joy "Jack jumped over the candle stick!"
Meanwhile, where he once was with the others, his scythe stood there, upright though unattended. Deav looked to be off in his own little world, having apparently completely forgotten about his weapon. To those onlooking, it was very slightly enticing, radiating the powers of the dead, urging those around it to stay and attempt to wield its power for their own.
<REAVERBOT DETECTED, AREA QUARANTINED. NAVIS MAY NOT EXIT THIS NETWORK UNTIL THE REAVERBOT IS INCAPACITATED>
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Post by Hellbreaker on Jul 27, 2015 9:16:37 GMT -8
Fulgur gasps as the old man seems to steal Rosario's energy and youth. Narrowly dodging the swing sythe, he watches as Kidd unloads before retreating, the Reaver following him. The young navi kneels down, checking upon his comrade and glancing at Finale worriedly." I...don't know what to do..." He glances at the sythe, and his hand twitches, reaching out...Fulgur shakes his head, standing up, and glances at the running two." Maybe if..." He takes off, his hand transforming into the buster as his helmet folds out. A crackling could be heard as his weapon charges.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 17:29:43 GMT -8
Nymphra was a little distant from the scene, but not far enough that she wasn't able to witness the key points of the encounter.
She'd found no traces of the man she was looking for here... but the thought crossed her mind: What would he do in this situation?
She looked to the old, crippled navi the was briefly held in his comrades arms, before that same comrade moved in pursuit of the Reaver that had incapacitated his friend.
Her eyes chased Fulgur as he chased Deav as he chased Kidd (whom Nymphra could only presume to be fleeing in terror). Then they snapped back to Finale, the last navi to account for in this scene, and then to the unaccompanied scythe standing up all on its own.
It wasn't greed that motivated her, but good will. Grabbing Deav's scythe would either attract his attention and divert it from the others; grant her supernatural powers with which to fight this nemesis; or sap her very life's essence much like what had happened to Rosario. Or who knows, maybe worse?
Nymphra wasn't one to worry in times like these, nor one to fear the worse outcome; rather, she was ready to accept the worst consequence of her action and make the most of what became of it.
A fool's gambit, no doubt, but she'd been called a fool before.
Perhaps it was just her duty to play the part.
[Nymphra: Grabs the Scythe]
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Post by Phen on Jul 28, 2015 15:43:18 GMT -8
And supernatural power it did grant, with Nymphra's grasp of the weapon did the darkness that surrounded the base of the weapon rise up in dark tendrils, weaving around Nymphra into a cocoon of voidstuff. A sphere without shade, completely opaque throughout. For a moment, Deav stopped his chase, turning back around to view where he had left his weapon and his smile left his face.
Though it returned, teeth in full bare as he looked upon the sight he had left.
"Looks like someone burnt their toe..."
Back at the epicenter of the event, the sphere stood on the ground unmoving... for a short time, but soon it would erupt, a navi changed, corrupted by the force of the Reaver Deav and a slave to his whims. Nymphra would know power unlike she'd ever witnessed in any lifetime, but only under the hand of Deav.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 22:29:35 GMT -8
And play the part she certainly did.
Nymphra raised the scythe to strike at the tendrils as they rose around her, but a dark mist emanating from them seeped into her nostrils and seemed to intrude her mind immediately, causing her not to strike them down at all, but rather remain there with the scythe still raised, as if paralyzed by the cocoon that had now enveloped her.
Her bright crimson irises shrank behind her pupil, which shrank to the point of emptiness, leaving her eyes solid white during the transformation -- the indication of the Reaver's control over her. All other crimson on her body bled away to complete black, and her once silver hair darkened back to its natural dark brunette color as the cocoon slowly peeled away to reveal Deav's Scythe's newest host.
The scythe seemed attached to her hand -- her grip was frozen around its hilt, so that even unconscious she still couldn't let go. A mixture of temptation and tenacity: a lustful desire to keep the weapon, blended with a strong willingness not to let it go.
Her eyes darted around the area again, chasing each navi present in the same manner as she had done before...
[smear:e03636]" ........... "[/smear:000000]
... but this time with different intents than before.
What was once a weak group of Navis against a single powerful foe had now become an even weaker group against two powerful foes.
Nymphra, the Harbinger of Deav, slammed down the black scythe that she still had raised until this point.
As its tip met the ground, the same black tendrils that ensnared her before had now risen from the shadow of each of the Navis present, reaching out to ensnare them as well.
The tendrils rising from Kidd's shadow would end his attempt to retreat from Deav.
Those from Fulgar would terminate his pursuit of the same.
They that entangled the crippled Rosario would restrict his ability to jack out to safety.
And lastly, those underneath Finale would bring him into the conflict that he had, up until this point, been a bystander of.
"Lord Deav..."
Both her voice and face were void of expression as she spoke, as if she were a blank slate waiting to be given form; a robot awaiting its command.
She stood upright now that her attack had been complete, then proceeded to inquire the will of her new master.
"... what is your desire with these?"
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Post by theguyiscalledsteve on Jul 29, 2015 9:25:49 GMT -8
In the strange network over the horizon a new Navi was going to make his appearance on the scene. Aeon had been wandering the Kotobuki Network for some time, he wasn't looking for anything in particular. He had just been walking around the Network, avoiding Navis when he heard a large commotion.
"Is there a battle going on?" Aeon thought to himself as he approached the area of where the noise was coming from. After awhile Aeon found himself looking at a group of what he thought were Navis fighting. Aeon scoffed at the site.
"To think that they fight their own kind just for fun." Aeon scoffed to himself. Viruses never fought each other, that was unless they had been corrupted by the humans. Aeon stopped thinking to himself when he noticed the Navi holding the scythe. She didn't look...normal. Her eyes seemed void of any emotion and judging by the looks of the other Navis she wasn't supposed to be like this. Aeon's eyes darted towards the hulking 'Navi' behind Nymphra, was he the guy the group was fighting?
Aeon then realized that this wasn't a simple sparing match. He then saw a Navi, crippled on the ground. Upon farther observation the Navi looked...Old. An old Navi? Aeon had seen a lot of Navis before, none of them had ever looked like this.
As much as he hated Navis it was clear that Aeon had found himself in a very serious situation. Aeon slowly walked backwards, if he was still a Killy he would delight in running towards the Navis attacking them without mercy. Yet, he knew that running in the scene guns blazing would prove to be his down fall.
His first priority was to focus on the one with the Scythe, she seemed like she was the most deadly of the group. Afterwards he would figure out how to delete the rest.
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Post by notegg on Jul 29, 2015 17:19:03 GMT -8
In a perfect world, Finale shrugged.
This world was not perfect.
Pulled in by a black tendril he easily cut away, Finale was now engaged in this fight by a hand pulling him like a puppet along a path he did not want to play. The chains of memory bind us all.
Step by step, he approached the stupid girl who lusted for power. The same one who'd awakened Juno.
He expected her counter attack and readied himself for any attack. If it was her scythe he'd catch it in the hole in his sword. If it was a kick he'd simply swerved to the side. A punch? He'd grin and bear it.
So long as he could look her in the eye.
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Post by xoDeathy on Jul 29, 2015 18:38:20 GMT -8
Rosario stared at the wall. He learned many things about this wall. When you can barely move on the floor staring at a wall, you learn many new things.
"Re..-reaver...bots... huh... That's.. *cough cough hag* new..."
Rosario brought his hand to his face, it was wrinkly and weak. His strength was completely diminished. He could hardly move, so he decided he would just lay there. Maybe a nice ending would be awaiting him as the shadows started to engulf his entire entity.
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Post by Hellbreaker on Jul 30, 2015 9:36:38 GMT -8
Fulgur raises his cannon, but blinks as shadowy tendrils rise up, wrapping around him. He cancels the charge, and struggles, his cloak twisting around his slender form as the young navi forms a kopis, striking out at the tendrils. He couldn't stop...others needed his help!!!But, his efforts were to no avail.He grunts, raising his buster, and manages to fire off a single Yip before his arms are trapped.He grunts, straining.He had to get free....
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Post by Gaia on Aug 3, 2015 7:51:16 GMT -8
Khepri had been busying himself within the Kotobuki Network for quite a while now, and only found it beneficial in the long run. As it were, he was always present when push came to shove.
What he wasn't prepared for, though, was the amount of pushing that came to shove.
As the Sun rising over the horizon, Khepri materialized at the edge of the Battlefield, his energy radiating off of him like he was a miniature sun, himself. He saw the chaos racing all around, and it brought back memories that he never experienced; memories that were hardwired into him, of a mighty deity fighting another just as strong. The forces of Chaos and Order, fighting against each other since the beginning of time for control. . .it was poetic.
He didn't have time to dwell, though. At the center of the chaos was a single figure; an old man. He seemed to have recently brought someone else under his control, and the power both of them exuded was overwhelming. Khepri himself was probably in way over his head, but, he had a duty to fulfill: Heroes were found in the least likely of places, and weren't always as strong as the villains. It was in almost any Mythology, including Egyptian. If he wanted to stand a chance against this villain, he would have to stand together with someone else; and then, only hope, that they were strong enough to take him on.
He ran into the epicenter of chaos, feeling the dark energy all around him sizzling as it came into contact with his energy of balance. So was his own energy sizzling as it came into contact with the chaos, though. In the end, it would come down to the simple fact of which energy was strong: Chaos or Balance?
Khepri was a Defensive Navi at nature. With his thoughts reigned in and his resolute certain, all he needed to do was put himself into the battle. Raising his crook, he charged it with his solar energy before launching a solar bolt at the old man, the sphere radiating with the very power that gave Khepri, and the rest of the world, life.
It was, once again, his job to be a glimmer of light in the overwhelming darkness. He won't fail. Not again.
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Post by Kazu on Aug 3, 2015 9:17:46 GMT -8
A dull flash of bright pink lead to the sound of something akin to a glass bead landing on a surface and rolling around. Accompanied by this was the sound of plastic rhythmically scratching the ground. The source of this was a nice sized sphere wrapped in decorated plastic. With the way the object was encased in plastic, it could have only have been one thing.
Candy! Just lying there in the streets.
The actual was treat pink, and had a thick band around its midsection like most spheroid candies did, but the plastic was something else all together. Question marks littered most of the surface except for some parts around the wrapper's edges. The edge of the wrapper had images on it, but they couldn't be made out from the state the candy was in. It would have to be unwrapped for it to be read properly.
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Post by Phen on Aug 3, 2015 22:46:02 GMT -8
The area seemed to be filling up nicely, new souls coming for their early end, more food for Deav to regain his youth even further. His last meal was only mere moments ago, yet as he looked back to his hands already he could see his age returning. He would need a much larger source to maintain his youth longer still. He glanced aside to the one who was fleeing, seemingly spellbound suddenly for whatever reason, then tangled by his thrall's shadows. He would make another good example however. An example and a meal, and there was enough people here to make a feast.
The party was all ready to get started, he even had a dance partner. It was perfect!
Making a quick hop over to the nearby building, Deav grabbed Kidd by his head, a tight grip that dug into the navi's skull. His grin stood firm, what glee this was to feel young and powerful again, no longer bound by his age. With his meal in hand Deav lept to the center building once more, towering over those who approached and held Kidd aloft.
"Alright then everyone! We got a great show for you tonight here! Are you ready to accept Juno as your savior and be lead into bliss?!"
Even as the Reaver stood above the network, those who took the time to look closely as his skin could see it slowly wrinkling, yet Kidd who dangled over the side of the building could not feel his grip weakening. In fact the navi could feel his strength leaving him ever so slowly, as if Deav was just waiting for the right moment to slurp up his essence like a bowl of savory noodles.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 10:59:28 GMT -8
As Finale approached, Nymphra was prepared for an incoming attack, ready to deflect it or evade it and then strike back at whatever angle he left exposed.
" ... "
No strike from Finale came though, thus no counter-strike from Nymphra came either. So they were left standing there for an awkward second, waiting for one another to respond.
Finale would acquire the opportunity to affectionately stare in her eyes as he had hoped, but he'd once again discover them to be void and empty. Though she was possessed by Deav, she still had her own mind, so she recognized Finale's appearance as being that of Warrior's -- the observation simply had no relevance to her in this state.
Interestingly enough, no other actions we made directly against her in retaliation. Most of those here appeared to be thinking about what they were going to do next instead of actually doing it. The easiest breed of adversary to deal with.
Deav made his announcement just before Nymphra chose to resume combating the Navis present -- inadvertently sparing them from her wrath. All attention was on him now; how the Navis present chose to respond, or think to respond, was on them now.
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Post by Gaia on Aug 4, 2015 15:39:03 GMT -8
Khepri was definitely way in over his head. He watched as their enemy grabbed the familiar Navi, and began bounding up the buildings all around in order to show his power. Little by little, he and everyone else were forced to watch as his power was sapped away, just like the other husk he saw in the grass.
There were stories that came to mind. A god in Egyptian Mythology that held those same abilities; the ability to whisk away someone's life. Multiple ones were present, in fact, but only one came to his mind: Khonsu, the Egyptian god of the Moon, Time and Youth. In stories, the con-artist would gamble Time in return for the most intimate part of the soul, the Ren. He could lengthen and shorten the lives of mortals and even some deities almost without effort, and found great joy in using his abilities as gambling tools. Who wouldn't gamble away a part of their soul, in return for ten extra years of youth?
This man reminded Khepri of that one, only, this threat was all too real. With a controlled face, he walked up until he stood beside the man with the bronze hounds. He never turned his attention away from the Reaverbot, and prepared himself for what could very well be the worst.
They needed a leader, and that leader needed a plan, and everyone else needed to follow. From what Khepri could tell, their number one priority would be to keep their places in mind: Showing off would only get them deleted. They were all, surely, out of their league with this one.
Their second priority would be rather simple: Stay away from the man's touch. It seemed that his number one joy was to steal away their youth, much like Khonsu; however, this man seemed only capable of it through touch. If Khepri's theory reigned true, then ranged combat would be the best choice.
Finally, keep away from the girl with the scythe. She was transformed by the scythe, and thus could have the same effect on them; nothing to tell of her actual strength. They were in for the fight of their lives. . .would they live to tell the story?
Time to find out.
He turned his attention to the man with the bronze dogs, scanning over him with Khepri's own eyes, which glowed like miniature suns. He could only hope he was friendly enough to work together. . .and smart enough.
"I'm Khepri. I'm sorry that we don't have time for formalities, but, our only hope is to work together," he whispered, holding out his hand. "What do you say?"
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Post by Mega on Aug 6, 2015 10:41:50 GMT -8
There was a twinkle of purple light from above, followed by a shot of energy that came hurtling down like a bolt of lightning not even a second after that, aimed right at Deav and Kidd. There was a large explosion just from that one shot, which was soon followed by a salvo of shots that had the same effect. The shooter was a vampiric-looking net navi, floating high up above.
He was drawn here once he learned that the network had been "sealed off" by something. It took something with a high degree of power to do something like that. And while that was a warning for the weak to stay away, Nightwalker saw it as an interesting opportunity. Naturally, he would have to be careful. He was ambitious, not stupid. But even if there was something powerful causing trouble here, there would be navis that would team up to stop it. He could use them to his advantage.
In the short time he was here, he had just enough time to locate what his "pawns" were lining themselves up to fight. And in that short time, the navi in is clutches distracted his target long enough for him to get some shots in. As far as he cared, that pawn had outlived it's usefulness and was expendable. Still floating on high, he waited for the smoke to clear and see what were the results of his attack. His buster was primed, and he was casting his senses out for anything he needed to be aware of. He was sure he'd atleast see an attack coming from up here, but that didn't mean he was safe either.
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