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Post by Unknown on Nov 12, 2014 22:16:09 GMT -8
crunch The pressure was unbearable. The beast was about to pop from the force Jax brought upon it. With a muffled yelp the earth is repelled. Creating a small cacoon underground. Sweat pours down its forehead. A few feeling? Fear? No.. its hosts memories tell it otherwise. Anticipation? Yeesss.. It could feel the food gathering. Sensing their footprints on the cracked but lush soil. Their nervousness fed the beast in a way it had never knew before. A new need to sate, a belly to fill.
Its eyes dull to almost a lifeless state as it breathes deeply. Who first? Who would make the best meal? The biggest? The most delicious... The easiest...
After a moment of intense deliberation it's decided. Eyes light up once more to saturated yellow while preparing its move. Throwing its hand behind it the creature whips the limb straight up and through the ground. Piercing into the street and grasping B.o.B. harshly by the neck and retracting back into the ground victim in toe.
The pull feels like an eternity for both predator and prey. Finally, B.o.B. arrives in the beasts makeshift den and is greeted by heavy yellow eyes. Fear tastes good. Savor. Tenderize. The helpless navi is used as a makeshift shovel to expand the small hovel and after expanding somewhat is impaled through the back by the beasts free hand. Stew.
A light rumble from above snaps the beast back to reality. The giant. Retracting its hands the devil crouch jumps into the dirt above the two, up through the ground, and into Golem. Not harming B.o.B.'s new prison in the slightest to let him suffer properly.
Now inside Golem the beast begins the delicate task of shredding his insides.
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Post by Phen on Nov 13, 2014 9:37:37 GMT -8
The navi looks around as a few other navis make the scene, glancing back to his notes. At least one matched the description, most likely the target. The navi put his small notebook back into his gi as Ichabod turned away from him, glanced at Paladin as he rambled, then turned his gaze to Ichabod once more.
"Perfect."
With his back turned, only Paladin and other onlookers could see the navi place his hand on his sword then disappear from view for a moment. It was not as if he gradually faded, he just suddenly wasn't where he was initially. Instead he appeared facing Ichabod at his front side.
"Consider this a warning. We have interests here to protect, I suggest you leave."
A 'click' resounded through Ichabod's ears and those around him before his right leg erupted in blood, cut just above the knee. The knee, no longer being supported by the rest of the body's functions, crumbled to the ground leaving a clean, yet profusely bleeding stump where Ichabod's right leg used to be. With his first job taken care of, the navi simply turned around and approached Xion, Ruin, Jax, and Xyzillentz, two of which who had just appeared it seemed, his hand no longer clutching his blade.
"Xion right? Loath caught wind of this 'war' and sent me as backup. Name's Flare"
Flare pulled out a small card and handed it to Xion, it simply bore the sign of the Bank.
Ruin simply nodded in response to Jax's unsurprisingly silent responses. Xion appeared shortly after, and then a third speaking to Xion. He mentioned Loath, that human Xion did that deal with. Sounded legit enough, Snakeface also showed up, mentioning a guitar. His old body had one... if you could call it that anymore, it'd been so long. But he knew his work to be done here. Looking over the battlefield, one target met his fancy greatly... He glanced to the others around him.
"The big one's mine."
With that simple line, Ruin hopped over the others and broke off into a run, speeding up as he neared Golem. Jumping into the air, Ruin moved to one of the nearby buildings, jumping off of it and leaving a small crater where he jumped from to gain even more height. With the right trajectory, Ruin flipped twice forward, increasing in speed as he arced toward Golem before bringing his leg out in the last flip and delivering an earth shattering axe kick to the stone monster's shoulder. A minor shockwave blasting out from the impact point and jostling the others in the area, even throwing BoB against the bars of his cage.
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 13, 2014 12:29:16 GMT -8
The monster rises from the deep and lashes out with a mighty attack, bringing about a show of force against.... someone else.
Challenger blinks a few times, his shoulders rounding as he does so. What, he wasn't good enough for the xenomorph wannabe? Insult mixes with apathy as the boxer Navi waves off the thing with a dramatic motion, yelling out as it continues its assault.
Challenger: Fine, be that way! Bein' afraid of me and attackin' someone else was the closest thing to a smart thing a brainless crud-monster could do!
....and there it was. The thing has both Golem and BoB.
Challenger: For the love of...!
At this, Challenger takes off at a dead run for the hole left behind by the beast.
...okay, this was getting annoying. That thing was obviously not a part of the show, and it was spoiling everything! The green armored Navi scoffs and walks over to the hole, getting there directly in front of Challenger and stopping the boxer Navi dead in his tracks.
Edge: Hey, Tyson.
Somewhat shocked, Challenger stops and gives edge a strange look.
Challenger: What are you d-
Edge suddenly shoves the orb holding SRC into Challenger's hands carelessly and turns toward the hold.
Edge: Hold this.
Edge then dives into the hole left behind by the beast, leaving Challenger somewhat puzzled. He climbs his way down, sees Ruin fighting, and pokes the master darkloid on the back.
Edge: 'Scuse me..... I'm gunna call you GuitarMan. GuitarMan; I'm here on official OEL business. Going to have to ask that you step back.
Edge then steps forward and cracks his knuckles... a sardonic smile playing across his face.
Just then, Challenger rushes past, having left SRC behind, and moves in toward the epicenter of the chaos.
Challenger: BoB! Golem! I'm co-
....the goings-on below ground were indescribable to say the least, but above... well. It started with a loud buzzing. Then something of kin to chains rattling. And then the sound of.... dogs howling? Next comes a sound of kin to rushing water, then the smell of bacon wafts through the air and a loud clanging noise bursts out. Then there's what sounds like a flock of geese flying overhead, and what sounds like a blender running on high. Next is a deep rumbling, and then what sounds like someone knocking on a door. Then is... the alphabet song? And finally a loud "DING" resounds. After all of this is said and done, Edge walks past Ruin and out of the hole, clapping dust off of his hands and covered in what appears to be blueberry jam.
Edge: There 'ya go, problem solved.
Edge then picks SRC back up and returns to where he had been before, pulling out... a lounge chair from Yami's bag, setting it up, and sitting back to enjoy the show.
Golem.EXE: DELETED BoB.EXE: DELETED Challenger.EXE: DELETED ?: DELETED
(OOC: All save ? are allowed to re-spawn instantly. Whoever's OPing ?: very sorry, but just give it a little time. Patwell was interested in getting to the climax of the story. Please continue working with your worm once this is over, as I'd like to see where you're going with it)
Not long after this, a gust of wind blows through the area, a flash of lightning following suit. Then, near Xion, a cyclone kicks up and dissipates in a matter of seconds, leaving in its wake the form of one of the Navis with a real stake in the proceedings.
AirMan: Ho-HO! Things are heating up, hmm?
AirMan walks up and stands next to Xion, his hands folded behind his back and a knowing glint in his eye.
AirMan: Lex has pulled through for us, and I take it that you've met with my friend already from the look in your eye.
AirMan laughs under his breath with a sardonic anger. This is not the seemigly passive though calculating Navi that most Navis knew. From his attitude and the glint in his eye, it's obvious that he's playing not just for keeps, but for blood.
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Post by Phen on Nov 13, 2014 13:42:44 GMT -8
Ruin simply walks back to the larger group of his allies. His eyes wide and pupils narrow. As he walks he looks stiff, as if walking with rigor mortis. He reaches the group, stands before them, shocked beyond reason. Raising his hand to say something, he drops it for a moment. Raising it again, yet the same thing happens. His hand drops to his side, Ruin's head slumps, he speaks softly, timidly, unlike he has ever spoken before.
"...I... I need a moment."
Ruin walks over to a nearby building, far off from earshot of many people in the aftermath of the chaos, leaning his head against it. Ruin just stood there for a moment. In silence. Before cursing loudly and incomprehensibly as he flailed around for a moment. He then turned around, walking back to the group for a moment... looked to Edge sitting in the lounge chair, and walked back to the building. A swift punch the base of the building sent cracks shooting through the entire tower before the weak structure collapsed in on itself, becoming only rubble.
Ruin then returned to the group, eerily silent.
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Post by mirror on Nov 13, 2014 17:49:56 GMT -8
This was far too hectic for Mirror's liking... Friends being deleted, a plethora of unknown navis, buildings crumbling and destruction all around were sure signs that it was time to get out while the getting was good. With no words said to anyone nearby, he warps out in a beam of grey light.
[Location Change > Somewhere Else]
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Post by Blues on Nov 13, 2014 20:12:14 GMT -8
"Consider this a warning. We have interests here to protect, I suggest you leave." "What are you-" Ichabod was about to respond, when he heard a deafening click. The flood of pain was as crippling as his injury. Falling to the floor, Ichabod shrieked in agony, clenching the fragmented data where his leg used to be. The more it hurt, the harder he clenched the wound, which of course, only made the pain worse. Grinding his teeth, he looked at the warrior navi next to him. Ichabod did not blame the navi. He blamed himself for being to weak. "M...my name is Ichabod..." He told Paladin in a painful, wavering tone. "Brave men like you would be-" Ichabod pauses for a moment and coughs. He watches as small droplets of blood leave his mouth, and spread on the pavement like a shotgun shell. "... most welcome in my masters army. Send me a...." Another cough. He was running out of time. "private message through the net, and I will lead you to him." Ichabod then frantically tinkered with the warp drive on his wrist. Meanwhile, the stump where his leg used to be, bleed extensively. The pool of blood was slowly staining his armor to a dark shade of maroon. Ichabod prepared to press the button to warp, when he looked up at the navi he was attempting to recruit. "I'm....so sorry I couldn't help you fight..." he whimpered, breathlessly. Without another moment of hesitation, Icahabod slammed down the warp button on his gauntlet.
Ichabod.EXE Logging out.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 13, 2014 23:37:40 GMT -8
+++HeatMan.EXE+++
“All adversaries who emerge meet the same fate!” _______________________________________________________
Heating up? That was a good turn of phrase to come in on!
Heatman appeared in a flash of light that touched down in front of Edge’s lounge chair and view. How close did he come? Well, if Edge was watching television from where he was sitting, Heatman’s sleek box-like form would interfere with that. His eyes seemed to shift from left to right to look around him as he appeared within the area. His square frame lifted up and down as he had heavy breathes escape his mouth that given a gentle orange glow from the flames inside him.
“This place is a h**l not even I can stand.”
The thick grime, grease, and blood were well noted by Heatman as he had logged into the former CreamLand mainframe and given a small turn of his head as far as its box shaped figure would turn. He had finally turned around, seeing his eyes on Edge, and then AirMan who was within close proximity. To say they were running into each other by coincidence would be a “fool’s statement” especially in a place like the Dark Colony. He gave off strong breathes that made his flames vary between a wildly blaze to a gentle brim as he tried to regain his strength.
“I had a burning feeling that this was the frontlines, but it seems not,” he said in a cocky tone, “All I see here is obviously a lazy NetNavi.” Heatman said referring to Edge as he stared to the figure lounging in the chair. Heatman intended to participate in battle in order to further his own agenda in trying to get rid of the radical NetNavis and their sovereign.
It did not same to make sense at the moment considering his current career, but eventually, it would. However, he knew there was only one NetNavi with a bounty on their head, making them a major threat and Heatman just wanted to get a good meet and greet with him, just before he burned him to death. Whether form weakened or not, the box-shaped NetNavi seemed to have a burning feeling that the city was where he needed to be to find the interesting things happening.
So, what was more interesting than some NetNavi lounging about in a forsaken city. He turned a shoulder and gazed towards Edge as if he would get answers...completely unaware that this NetNavi may be a lunatic.
______________________________________________________ “Toss them into the hellfires until they become ashes.”
Now Playing: ”Heart of Fire” by Black Veil Brides Chatty Ditz: ---- Location Change From: [Castle Interior]
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Post by Mega on Nov 14, 2014 2:22:07 GMT -8
((I get lazy for a couple days and.. what the bee is this? xD))
The creature would find no meal apart from rock and... sand? Indeed, after taking Jax's attack (he had not fully expected it, but had considered it) full force, sand poured from Golem's body. Which was really convenient when Ruin decided to attack next and then Edge... was Edge. No idea what that was.
In any case, Golem had abandoned his shell like a caterpillar emerging from it's cocoon like a beautiful butterfly... except what emerged wasn't a butterfly. Or beautiful, let's be honest. The sand in the area from Golem's shell and the debris began to converge, taking new form from the bottom up. A humanoid form was soon created as sand whipped and spun around it at speeds that threatened to rip anything fool hardy enough to shreds.
Golem now stood over six feet, far less then his original height of twenty or so. And he didn't appear to be made of stone either. He frowned (though he may just always look like that) in the direction of the others and watched them with eyes that were pitch black with yellow rings. "Which of you serve the governor?" Golem asked simply, now also watching Jax out of the corner of his eye. It was unknown whether or not Golem intended to assist them, or fight them yet. He was leaning towards Xion simply based on the fact he took the position from the Governor in the first place. In his mind, the governor wasn't suited to the task then.
The air around everyone was getting pretty tense. And it was getting alittle more so as someone watched from the shadows. A certain, masked jester who had totally not been shirking in making any appearances up until now. Fasilli was content in watching the Pale Devil rip all to shreds, but Edge went and ruined it with Deus Ex Machina! Fasilli wished he could totally wreck everything that had happened like it never did. Actually he would just prefer if more people died.
For now he would remain hidden to see which side he would join. To be honest, he didn't care and was simply eager to stab someone.
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Post by Shast on Nov 14, 2014 9:26:14 GMT -8
Jax Navis came and left, other remained in constant dumfounding awe and inaction. Pathetic. They were even weak enough to be dealt with by the ludicrous green clad navi. Jax had held back for no reason then. Xion had brought him here for this? With such an overwhelming party backing him to begin with? This was a waste of time. A resource navis had limitless of but irksome nevertheless.
No longer interested in the sad display of a fight Jax turns his back on the "combatants" to face Xion with a look of stern disappointment; Tapping his wrist again as with their last meeting in the forest.
After eyes had met he turns back around and walks past the navis who up until a moment ago had been throwing around like rag dolls and out of the area. He had never been to the Dark Colony before. Would be nice to explore it.
[Jax -> Some other area I'll decide later in the colony]
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Post by Unknown on Nov 15, 2014 0:27:39 GMT -8
As Golems body scatters to the wind in it reveals... nothing. The beast had vanished from sight. Those with the sharpest eyes could not see it. Nor could those with the keenest of senses feel it. Whatever it was, whatever it wanted, and where-ever it went left wholeheartedly unknown.
(I think I'll pass. That left a bad taste.)
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Nov 15, 2014 7:42:14 GMT -8
Varia became active again, what it had done so far above no one would know for sure, but it had collected so much data! It analyzed so much action! It even found out the energy readings of very high-power attacks and saw what real deletion looked like! But it had missed something... personality, judgement, and all-around soul, it never had a chance to hear it from so high up... On a good note, Varia's cloak had fully recharged, and it had already been engaged, Varia then leaped from the high-point, and sunk it's katana into the walls, slowly sliding down in utter silence, finally stopping on somewhat solid ground. It then sat there, watching... Waiting... It was trying to gather and throw personality matrixes into a consensus and fully try to develop... It may have been too soon, though... Or too late... The post it soon jumped from collapsed as it began to sit, however, and nearly caught it in the fall, but Varia had been quick enough... If the group were to look closely through the dust, an outline would be visible of the intangible eavesdropper that was present....
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 15, 2014 8:49:16 GMT -8
(OOC: Well, if you change your mind, you're free to blast the living daylights out of Edge in return for that move)
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Post by theguyiscalledsteve on Nov 18, 2014 12:55:28 GMT -8
RainMan stood still for a VERY long time.He just stood and watched...and after he finished watching RainMan just stood still for a while.This...guy....he was now RainMan's idol.
"....I'm jacking out now...I think you should to Pad,Varia...let's go.Maybe the PET's working again..."
RainMan was speechless.
Location Change for RainMan and Varia :Saul Kada
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Post by Snakeskin on Nov 26, 2014 13:06:33 GMT -8
The raging clouds in the angry sky swirled together like a whirlpool centered over the point in the city where Flare, Ruin, Xyzillentz, and several others were amassed. From the center of the vortex a blast of green flame erupted, darting down to the ground like a meteor but falling at a rate faster than gravity would have allowed. Rather than exploding upon impact, the fireball touched down and began to twist and contort, taking the shape of the demonic governor. The fire solidified into a massively muscular form, standing a few stories tall and emanating evil power from every inch. In addition to his six original horns were five new orange ones; one on his forehead and two each on his shoulders. The dark, green-edged flames of power which burned atop his head were bigger and more ferocious than ever. As he fully materialized, he flexed his muscles and let out a mighty, world-shaking roar. "THIS IS WHERE YOUR RESISTANCE ENDS!" Licks of flame slipped from his mouth as he spoke, their heat radiating across the city. "XYZILLENTZ! ELECMAN! TO MY SIDE!"Xyzillentz walked on over - to Ruin's side. ElecMan reluctantly followed. As he took his place alongside his ally, the toxic terror flipped Xezzukhz the bird with both hands. "TRAITORS!" Xezzukhz pointed a gigantic, clawed finger at the duo. "YOU TWO HAVE SEALED YOUR FATES! THE REST OF YOU - SURRENDER. BEG. PRAY TO ME FOR MERCY. WORSHIP ME AS THE DARK GOD OF THIS ISLAND AND YOU MAY BE SPARED! OTHERWISE, YOUR SOUL WILL KNOW NO RESPITE FROM THE ETERNAL TORMENT I SHOWER UPON YOU!"One of the dark dimension natives turned and tried to run, but he only got a few blocks before he spontaneously burst into flame, being reduced to a pile of ash in seconds. "THERE IS NO ESCAPING MY UNHOLY WRATH!"_ _ _ _ (RP-only battle. Dark City is locked from the inside - those attempting to leave will be insta-deleted, however, new challengers may still enter.)
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 26, 2014 16:00:47 GMT -8
+++HeatMan.EXE+++
“All adversaries who emerge meet the same fate!” _______________________________________________________
*VWOOSH!!!*
It followed after a crash that sounded off before Ruin, Xyzillentz, and Elecman; and even before the metallic box that landed before them there was a rush of flames sweeping forth. The atmosphere turned irritably hot with that addition, but the form that emerged from the box seemed not to notice. His arms reached out from each side and became a weak blaze. His box-shaped head revealed itself as his flaming beady eyes and open mouth emerged next with a jet of flames emitting as he given a refreshed sigh of breath.
“I’ve felt hotter atmosphere from dying embers on the cold streets of Sharo’s Network,” his voice reflecting some mild disappointment, “...and definitely from a raging NetNavi fueled with a soul of fire with a wildly beast etched into his heart.”
His passionate and carefree remarks hid his burdened thoughts. HeatMan’s breathes were labored after speaking, and his shoulders risen and fallen slowly as if he was trying to resist the fatigue he felt. His power was not massive, that was for sure, but it was much worse after being drained by that strange tentacle beast. However, he knew it took a fool to stand up and usually others would follow. At least, from the scraps of memory from his glory days, that was what he witnessed.
“Any NetNavi who opposes a flaming fool like you, I am more than thrilled to set them ablaze fives time over! Have at this: an inferno that scorches even the wicked!”
HeatMan’s massive gauntlet like hands reached out before his body. At each of the palms, a circular opening appeared that was a shade of blue that was calm until there was a blaze that brimmed out. Along the wrist, his massive hands followed suit as the fires raged unlike moments ago where they were a flicker. From the left hand, then the right, and then the left once more, fireballs the size of basketballs flew forth around the monstrous fiery self-proclaimed Dark God. Triangulating themselves on his sides and front, each of the spheres landed on the streets and burst skyward in a pillar of flames that made the ground seem like it was erupting.
“ATOMIC FIRE!” The roar of HeatMan’s voice paled in comparison to the roar of the flames.
______________________________________________________ “Toss them into the hellfires until they become ashes.”
Now Playing: ”Heart of Fire” by Black Veil Brides Chatty Ditz: ----
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