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Post by notegg on Jul 6, 2014 18:38:50 GMT -8
On the edge of a broken world, the form of a lost Navi stood, existing. Were it as simple as that, Finale would take the step to the end of this world. finding out what lies on the other side of the end.
"MagicMan. I've met you, but you've not I." Symmetrical in pattern to MagicMan's own pattern, almost in a mocking fashion, Finale turns and greets the man he seeks.
"You've eyes, have you not? Senses with which to perceive the world around you, yeah? I'm lacking in a crucial part, I'm incomplete - what I was, what I had - burned away by the infernal temptress.
I was absolved in fire, but no I hold no ideology. But I seek something unusual - something that I can only obtain given form.
Give me form, and I will grant you function. Give me strength, and I will grant you power. I've been down-trodden and hurt, but now I care no longer.
And should you wish for a reward more, I have it for you: A mystery data, within is the power to turn your war against Gate in your favour. If he doesn't get it first, that is."
Finale was at best expressionless. Whatever morals and ethics he had had been burned away, and now he sought his own final goal.
But he needed help.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 6, 2014 19:02:38 GMT -8
MagicMan remains silent, showing nothing on his shadowed face as the viral king speaks. He then turns his head, seeming to almost look through the ethereal Navi as he responds.
MagicMan: There are Navis that choose the form that you now take, and as such I thought it wisest to not make assumptions. And as I said, Finale; I am familiar with you, and you offer me no power that parallels that of World3, no function that we do not already hold. And beyond that; you haven't even the slightest concept of what Gate has planned, how could you know that this mystery data holds weight in a war that you have no concept of?
MagicMan's eyes narrow slightly, his affinity turning away from Finale after the viral Navi's almost boastful attempt at requesting help.
MagicMan: When requesting help, do not do so presuming that you hold all the cards of value, or that the cards that you do hold are needed by the other player. My willingness to give aid wanes when I feel that the one asking holds himself an expert on matters that he has no grasp of.
*MagicMan then waits a moment, still staring down Finale for a time before turning away*
MagicMan: And now that we've matched bravado, perhaps we can return to the business at hand. This data; would you kindly elaborate on its nature and function for me before we begin devising a plan?
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Post by notegg on Jul 8, 2014 19:55:15 GMT -8
"I don't f- know." Finale grumbles and shrugs. The Impossible Mystery Data had power that he didn't understand, nevertheless know how to use. What little damage he did was little more than wished into existence, without the consumption or destruction of the data itself. It was used to store his sins, rather, his virus, and he didn't want to re-open it. What was was, had had been, and is no longer.
"It's power is beyond my kin, and I'm not sure how it operates. It grants wishes without being used, extends one's own power to the greatest limits. It can absorb and dish out strange datas without being consumed or reaching a limit. In a word, it should be Impossible."
"So even though you may have infinite resources, I think that a single soldier more could hardly hurt your forces."
A longwinded speech by a short temper, a lost soul on edge from disappointment.
Whether MagicMan wanted to help Finale or not, the point stood - whatever war was coming, the odds were against everyone but the world's Titans. The less of those - the better.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 11, 2014 19:20:31 GMT -8
MagicMan thinks for a moment about this information. Quite a bit to take in, but he had a lead there, at least.
MagicMan: Alright. It's a bit of a long-shot, but I believe that I know of a Navi who may be able to at least point us in the correct direction. However, before that, it might be wise to focus on your current issue. Do you have any ideas or preferences in regards to returning yourself to a body?
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Post by notegg on Jul 12, 2014 18:47:49 GMT -8
Finale shrugs. At this point, he wanted less to live than to finally feel some sort of peace of mind. he simply gestured in a way, that he was apathetic and cared little. MagicMan could do as he pleased.
Even a pony would work at this point.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 15, 2014 16:07:52 GMT -8
MagicMan hesitates after the shrug... the formless Navi's apathy had started getting on his nerves. But still...
Raising his arms and pointing them toward Finale, the scepters at the end of them glow from dark red, to purple, and finally to bright blue. A flame of the same tone appears and engulfs Finale, spinning and undulating about his body with a silent roar. Then, after a few moments, the flames break and reveal Finale in all of his glory...
....a normal Navi.
MagicMan: Best that I could do on such short notice. We can attempt something a bit better next time, assuming this takes longer than expected.
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Post by notegg on Jul 15, 2014 16:49:20 GMT -8
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 15, 2014 16:52:42 GMT -8
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Post by notegg on Jul 15, 2014 18:30:47 GMT -8
"So it goes..."
It was unexpected, but it would do. The now normal-navi Finale faced MagicMan, obvious gratitude across his face. Now for the other part of the deal-
"You seem to have an idea of someone who could help us, no? Where to, my liege."
The last word was almost sarcastic, but Finale owed MagicMan some form of respect, and so didn't commit to the spiting of his liberator. Time to move.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 16, 2014 9:11:20 GMT -8
MagicMan ignores the sarcasm, preferring it to the apathy of before. Not by much, though.
MagicMan: Our first stop is going to be the Forest Network in Electopia. Rumor has it that a Navi by the name of AirMan is trying to set himself up as something of a crime boss there. He's noted for being fairly non-partial to both sides of the law, and has contact with many less than savory characters. I believe that he might be able to at least point us in the right direction.
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Post by notegg on Jul 19, 2014 18:29:22 GMT -8
Finale nodded. Not long ago was it that he and AirMan had fought over something... petty. Truthfully, Fonale had no recpllection of why they had fought, something that visibly perturbed him.
Nevermind. Time to get a move on. Finale dematerialized, and began transport to the Forest Network.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 19, 2014 18:32:49 GMT -8
A moment later, MagicMan forms into a blue flame and disappears from the network, hot on Finale's heels.
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Post by Kazu on Aug 23, 2015 17:26:25 GMT -8
Black gloved hands rested on the hips of a navi waiting. The lab coat he wore indicated some kind of medical science profession. The lab coat's style wasn't a traditional button-up the middle, but rather to his left. Each button was replaced by a glass sphere that served for a button. At the Cossack styled collar at his neck, there wasn't a glass button, but rather a polished black button that blended in well with the black lab coat it held together.
His head looked up and down the streets leading to and from his location. Searching for applicants and hopefuls.
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Post by Kazu on Aug 30, 2015 10:43:17 GMT -8
There was a pause for a brief moment, and this doctor looked at Legion with a bit of uncertainty, but went on to business.
Yeah, it's mine, and I suppose you'll do. This procedure is really simple, all you gotta' do is access this...
His gloved hands produced a rather large test tube with a black rubber stopper upon the end of it. Inside was a clear liquid that consumed at least 80% of the space within it.
...and you'll be paid then. Just like that.
Simple enough with a snap of the fingers.
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Post by Kazu on Sept 2, 2015 11:29:12 GMT -8
No sensations at all. The solution he drank was in no way remarkable. It had no taste, or even texture. It was as if he had been given plain water. The glassware the strange solution came in cracked, shattered and disintegrated into particles that were swept away in the wind. The rubber stopper melted in his hands and went through the same process of destruction as the test tube. Well then...His eyes looked Legion over before speaking again. That went so well, it was underwhelming.Nothing else had happened. Nothing easily observed. Legion would feel his data changing. Some form of data made its presence known to the navi. He could feel an array of foreign data circulate through each and every part of his body. He'd never see it, but he could easily feel it. Legion obtained: ???? Hidden Crest A mark that seems almost living, lusting for battle. Does not take up a crest slot, automatically equips upon being obtained and cannot be removed by normal means. +30 damage +1 attack slot on the first turn of battle +25% exp gain. -The owner of this crest must begin or complete a battle each week or the crest will feed on its host, consuming 100 exp. -This crest will grow over time, it gains 50% of all exp its owner gains and will become more powerful at certain exp thresholds. -Only the strongest may wield this crest. Should its owner lose a battle in any way, this crest transfers to the victor of the battle, providing twice its exp bonus to them and gaining 100% of that battle's exp to its own growth. Growth: 0/250 exp
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