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Post by Raven8 on Aug 5, 2011 9:28:00 GMT -8
*As Pluto tears across the city streets with the soul objective of tearing AirMan apart, the storm Navi's fists clench and his pseuto-gentalmanly charade drops. With his engine roaring to life in a split second, he turns his strikes on the wild-cat Navi with a glare*
AirMan: Though sharp your claws may be, how do they fare against the whirlwind?!
*With a blast of wind, AirMan releases a cyclonic force of such magnitude and power that Pluto finds himself entirely unable to draw near the whirlwind Navi. Within an instant, he's blown clear of the group and engulfed in a storm of sound and fury. The laugh of AirMan resounding above it all*
AirMan: Ho-ho.... I assure you, alley cat, that this fight will be unlike any you've faced before....
*It's then that AirMan's crimson eyes shine through the wall of wind separating him from his foe*
AirMan: ....because you will not escape this battle with your life.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2011 19:09:14 GMT -8
Having been forced to the ground from the force of the attacks, primarily the kick, Ruin found himself in a slight bit of pain. Nothing that he wasn't used to however, but annoying regardless. Getting up, he decided maybe now it was the time to join in the battle.
"Ugh.. I suppose that's what I deserve for letting my guard down so long. Still, I would have expected attacks with a bit more bite to them. Now then... Lets start the party!"
With that exclamation, Ruin reared back, taking both fists back with him before lurching forward, then down, slamming his fists into the ground. The force of his strike causing the ground to erupt and send a shockwave of force and debris at Pluto, who was trapped in a cyclone of Airman's creation. Ruin then got back to a standing position, walking over in front of Airman's propeller, the strong winds billowing his cloak past him. He turned to the giant fan with a smirk.
"Hey windbag, wanna give me a boost?"
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Post by Snakeskin on Sept 22, 2011 20:23:05 GMT -8
In mid-battle, Pluto vanished in a burst of light, remotely teleported away by Terra to face a more pressing threat...
(Location Change: Green Tempest Central Outpost)
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Post by Unknown on Sept 22, 2011 22:28:59 GMT -8
A dark, deep, booming voice filled the air.
"Residents of Earth's Net. This is to inform you that as of today, you have a new world power. I am Lord Samhain of the Dark Dimension, and since I've gotten your attention, I'm going to explain a few things to you."
"My dimension is a glorious place where evil and darkness rule, demons run free through nightmarish streets, and all that I say is law. But I've always longed for more - and luckily for me, centuries ago I discovered an incredible power. Once a year, during the most unholy of seasons, I have the ability to enter the Net Worlds of other dimensions for a certain amount of time. Soon I discovered I could bring a small scouting army with me, and no one would stand in our way. Within five years, my glorious rule had extended to five interdimensional colonies. I assume you can see where this is going."
"I have captured your dimension's kingdom of Creamland and made it my colony, changing it to suit my preferences. Those silly ONB enforcers are gone. The populace and former rulers of Creamland are imprisoned. And my scouting army has overrun the island. Truly, it is a sight to behold."
"On Halloween at midnight, I will be returned to my own world - sucked through a mighty interdimensional portal. But that portal's immense surge of power will seal my curse and make what you called Creamland my 666th colony - forever. In my absence, the mighty general Nightwind shall rule as governor - and I can assure you that any foreign hostility will be swiftly and brutally dealt with."
"But a colony is useless without subjects to rule. As such, this message is an invitation - those with darkness in their hearts, sin in their souls, and murder on their minds will find a perfect home here. Come to me, my subjects, and you shall live a life of eternal evil as you have always wished. The former Creamland natives will make excellent victims, of course. And if you serve me well... there may be certain rewards in store."
"Should you hear this message and wish to play the hero, heed this warning: I have been conquering lands far better-guarded than this one for lifetimes, and never have I been defeated. To wander into my colonies without iniquitous intentions is to forfeit your life, your freedom, and your very soul."
"This is my season. This is my plan. And your world is the lucky target of my latest Autumnal Assault."
As the voice faded, a portal opened - on the other side, the hellish, twisted landscape of what used to be Pride Park.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 13, 2011 21:03:36 GMT -8
Strifeman walked into Com Square carrying his guitar. He quickly plugged it into his amp and began his aria of sorrow. As he played, people began to either writhe in agony or disappear in beams of darkness. No-one would know that the one responsible was the "innocent" guitarist.
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 14, 2011 16:39:31 GMT -8
?: I call shenanigans. You're nowhere near as powerful as you think you are.
And with that, a Navi appears, seemingly conjured into existence by powers beyond Navi ken. Her appearance was whatever she wants it to be for each observer, meaning she actually looks different to each of them. Her name was, or rather is, Opera Pianissimo Staccato.
Opera: Deleting everyone in the area without anyone realizing it is not permissible at your power level. Now, I understand from my former archival duties that you're more or less a video game character, but let me tell you something...
Opera forms the buster that older Navis were pretty much required to have, and trains it on Strifeman.
Opera: Even just attempting to kill random people for no reason is somewhat frowned upon.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 14, 2011 17:56:08 GMT -8
"While i can understand your sentiments, i had nothing better to do."
(OOC: okay, I may have exagerated a bit in that last post.)
The random navis continue to be deleted by the same attacks as previously mentioned, but it takes a few hits.
"So, my question at this point should be 'who the hell are you?!' but seeing as i'm to bored to get excited over trivial matters like names and such, my question is how did you figure out that it was me?"
The musician continues his playing his dark music.
"If you wish me to stop, then you must find some other way for me to occupy my time."
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Post by Snakeskin on Nov 14, 2011 19:41:15 GMT -8
Soon after Strifeman woke up to find his DarkSoul expended, himself sitting alone and weak in Com Square because all the previous bull had been a hallucination brought on by the damaged code from Ruin's attack.
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((OOC: Soldier, you need to stop being so overpowered. A v1 navi can't auto-delete tons of navis with a magic guitar, even if it takes "a few hits".))
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 14, 2011 20:34:28 GMT -8
(OOC: Around V10 or so you'll be able to wreak havoc dude, till then you're a bit limited)
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 14, 2011 20:40:27 GMT -8
Strifeman woke up in sort of a haze. He didn't know how he got to Com Square, but he was there. He grabbed his guitar, plugged it into an amp, and started playing the darkest music he knew. As he played, beams of darkness erupted around him from the stage. This would be his new life. If he couldn't use force to sway the general population of the net, he would use his music.
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 14, 2011 20:50:09 GMT -8
(OOC: ^_^d good work man)
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 14, 2011 20:52:32 GMT -8
(OOC: eh...everyone loves to be loved, and the more people that love someone, the better.)
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 15, 2011 13:51:40 GMT -8
Opera appears, apparently not a hallucination this time. Of course, she's been mistaken for a hallucination before.
Opera: Okay, so beams of darkness are coming up everywhere, and there's a guy playing heavy metal music. Yeah, those things totally aren't related, irony mark.
Opera trains her buster on the player, getting a brief sense of deja vu as she does.
Opera: Please tone down the evil a little, this is kind of a tourist destination and thus you'll probably scare someone into deleting you.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 15, 2011 20:02:47 GMT -8
Strifeman: No deal.
He continues to play his music as he summons his "Ultimate Defense."
Strifeman x4: Just try to find the real me.
He starts playing Ozzy Osbourne's Mr. Crowley.
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 17, 2011 14:04:56 GMT -8
Opera was mildly amused by these shenanigans, but she decided to end them now.
Opera: I don't think you know who I am, or what I can do. I can edit code, and my main offense is to delete my opponent. Those little fascimiles don't fool me in the slightest.
Opera then deletes one string from the guitar of each Strifeman, because even if they're extremely fragile clones, they can still play music.
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