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Post by Torchman on May 31, 2013 21:08:13 GMT -8
Erat cursed as the lack of effect the axe had done. No visible damage had been done, and the limb had merely regenerated afterwards. As his axe warped back into his hand, his grip tightened in frustration. Nothing was working, nothing was helping. Only slightly delaying the inevitable. 'Something has to work... something...' But what? And with Finale being carried off, it was clear time was running out.
As Serix began a mad assault on the mystery being, along with her small army, Erat came up with a plan from the sight. Overwhelm it. If it was taking too much damage, too much regeneration, which appeared to be internal, it would be possible to tire it. Or, in a worse case scenario, it would be too preoccupied with healing itself to maintain it's grip on Finale. Even if it was all theory, it was better than nothing.
Erat gripped his axe, and with a mighty heave hurled it horizontally. Assuming there was no adjustment, the axe would most likely fly into the 4 tendrils holding Finale above the being. But the axe wouldn't be enough for the plan to work. As soon as he threw it, he dropped to one knee, slamming his fist into the ground. A series of blades began to emerge from the ground, heading straight towards it. Combined with the flaming swords, the joes, and his already throw axe, the being would most likely overload if his logic was sound. 'If this doesn't work... Then we are probably going to be dealing with one pissed off thing in addition to the other one...'
His face froze and his heart stopped as he realized the joes had stopped firing upon the bigger threat of the two. If the others didn't make up for the joes lack of cover, they were in for trouble.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jun 1, 2013 6:14:45 GMT -8
[bgcolor=000000] ”Ashes to ashes; dust to dust!” [/font] _______________________________[/right] Beady black orbs like darkened pearls had reflected the unfolding carnage within the castle.
Three pairs of these impure eyes had watched from a perch, only entering the area just seconds ago. Amongst the destruction’s noise, there was a rough beat of small wings that were incomparable in volume. From atop the wall where there was a hole from the fallen balcony, they sat there in the remains of what was. It was a usual place for them to perch as they would look at any place’s history from amongst the destruction. Silent, they looked on piecing together then with now, and it seemed now they would feast on whatever remained of this battle.
Vision wise...
Murder had no intention of getting involved and picking the remains of fading framed NetNavi bodies today, not even of the endangered NetNavi that was fading fast from the parasite. It had simply watched and took witness, waiting for a moment, as it overlooked the battle and enduring the strain of the fading Network. It could last for a while in this cataclysmic place. After all; it just had its fill before it had gotten here, and its master fed it well for this trip.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 16:44:18 GMT -8
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A lot had gone on in just a short amount of time -- too much for Remnant to react to, given the imminent danger at hand. ((Yup... I just did that.))
The situation with Finale seemed to have enough attention directed toward it, but the massive being threatening this network's existence was still met without resistance. Surveying the beast, Remnant spoke quietly to himself as both of his present beings (that is, the one near Ion and the one near Finale's recent location) slowly and tactfully modified their current positions -- keeping their eyes on the large target while walking carefully around the perimeter of it, watching for incoming attacks or for a weak point.
His conversation to self was no louder than a whisper -- it was quieter, in fact. It could be described more accurately as a thought process than a conversation. But to those not distracted by the secondary conflict -- to those who kept their focus on the greater danger at hand -- they could hear these pseudo-audible mental notes, and hopefully cooperate with them.
"It heals more quickly than it can be harmed, and consumes more quickly than it can be contained..."
Remnant's appearance was that of a shadow. There were two present, and from the shadows of these shadows rose more shadows -- resulting in four active Remnants circling the large bug. Each Remnant's hand began to glow with a familiar spark until a baseball-sized orb of pulsing white energy assembled in its palm. This next feat would take a series of successive strikes -- not a single focused blow, like Serix had attempted recently.
"If we can subdue its source -- the Dark Chip -- we may slow down its regeneration..."
But the DarkChip was in the core of the monster -- deep underneath its rapidly-rejuvinating skin.
"If we can penetrate its skin, we can expose its center -- just as the smaller incarnations had revealed before...
As each Remnant finished charging the shinning orb in their hand, the orbs changed from a brilliant white to a dull purple, almost black color. They no longer emitted any light and were almost as black as Remnant himself.
And with no warning, each shadowy Remnant sank into its own shadow and disappeared from sight.
A phenomenon that is as difficult to visualize as it was to watch -- as difficult to describe as it was to understand.
"Our strikes must be successive -- not simultaneous."
Having vanished into the dark corners, crevices, and shadows of the area, each Remnant released its black orb of energy from an unpredictable direction -- one directly after another they slammed into the would-be chest of the monster, shaking the area and creating billows of black smoke from each of their explosive impacts, attempting to slowly break through the skin of the target to unveil the DarkChip at its core.
Attempting to expose its source of strength so that another present could strike true at it.
"One stone cast into a pond causes ripples, but a multitude of pebbles creates waves. One strong blow caused only a scratch, so perhaps a flurry of strikes will create a wound."
Remnant revealed himself again by rising from Ion's shadow -- returning as only a single Remnant than as a unit of four.
The opportunity had been given for an ally to follow up Remnant's attacks and to test his theory, but until the smoke had finished clearing from the barrage he'd sent, it couldn't be said whether that theory would bare any fruit just yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 16:58:02 GMT -8
Serix continued her barrage of flame blades aimed at the fingers that held finale while a small virus shot fireballs towards the spot remnant had attacked.
"Simple enough, but what do we do if it doesn't work?
The virus, small as it was, spoke as if there should be a backup plan of sorts.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 17:03:26 GMT -8
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Remnant continued walking in a calm, focused paced around his target in the same manner as before -- holding his sword in a defense-ready position, vertically parallel to his body with both hands tightly gripping the hilt, and maintaing eye contact with the creature while responding to Serix's virus's question.
"Let's just cross one bridge at a time."
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Post by Wackoguy on Jun 2, 2013 3:28:44 GMT -8
After having been there for a while,Riclice finally made a move. Throwing one hand toward the ceiling,a grayish vortex appearing,sending a medium-sized asteroid hurdling toward their target - with a trajectory path set for the same spot Remnant and Serix had focused on.
'Hm...hope this works...' Riclice pondered to himself.
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Post by Opera Staccato on Jun 2, 2013 6:21:40 GMT -8
(OOC: Opera did not, in fact, return to the network. However, since her current location is defined by its lack of a topic, I'm posting this here.)
Opera thought about the entity or entities (at the time of her departure, it was still uncertain) some more. She knew it needed to be destroyed, but to do so required more power than was actually present. She tried to think of all the powerful beings she had heard of. One in particular stood out: one of the other attempts at creating divinity. She may not recognize herself as powerful, but no goddess of light would allow such suffering if it could be helped. Opera composed, and sent, an e-mail.
From: Anonymous To: Megami.EXE Subject: Their hurting shall be mended when you return to end it
You are receiving this message in recognition of the great power you possess, and your willingness to use that power to help others. Attached are a set of server coordinates. Once you arrive, you will find a powerful entity, and a number of Navis that will surely be deleted if you do not stop it. I would say Godspeed, but in your case that is somewhat redundant. End of Message
(OOC: Yes, I realize that this isn't going to work, but I need Opera to be wrong about something every now and then, or people will complain.)
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jun 4, 2013 19:56:50 GMT -8
[bgcolor=570041] “We can infect the world.” [/font] _______________________________[/right] There was no change of expression on the monstrosity whatsoever.
The creature that was surrounded by the many had grown quite aware somehow. The moment Remnant attacked, its center had become oddly watery as the center of the blob changed a different hue. So transparent and liquid in state, the Dark Chip in the center of its body had begun to sink downward suddenly as if it was going to the deepest of depths. Slowly, the center of the pulsing blob had become a relic that touched the floor it was rooted too, and soon, the floor that it was rooted to had swallowed the Dark Chip whole making it vanish before the NetNavi’s very eyes.
The blob’s very center had become assaulted leaving a whole from Remnants first attack and the rest...passed straight through it?
Each attack had flown towards a random part of the castle so suddenly after passing through the blob that it was chaotic. Remnant’s balls of energy bounced striking high hanging cloth and banners that once represented Creamland Castle’s pride. Serix’s flaming blades had only seemed to cause singes and burns along the bricks before they started to mysteriously recover themselves in a grotesque manner as they shown thick red and blue colored veins rise around them. The single medium sized meteor graced the already opened hole of the bug making it wider, but nothing more as it crashed splashing the bricks upward before they sit along the ground that begun to rebuild itself with grains of rubble like scabs on open cuts or bruises.
Information was power, and it had the lots of it about this little area! There was only time that passed that told it of every nook, cranny, and piece of the area that it ingrained itself into like a weed into the most beautiful garden. The bug robbed the prestigious reconstructing Creamland Castle with its very veins that coursed through the terrain making it like it was a part of its body. Remnant’s many shadows were dancing on its body, Serix’s hot bodied spirit was easily detected like some sort of irritating rash, as was Riclice’s sudden movement telling it something was crawling along its skin.
The NetNavis were like bugs, and now they were about to be properly swatted.
There was a rumble behind Remnant as suddenly the bricks of the castle’s flooring shifted upward. The pattern was constant, but the form shifted until it seemed like the castle’s terrain spawned a stretched wrist and a closed palm from the floor itself. There was a throbbing set of veins running along the front of this appendage, and it led to the center of the palm that slowly uncurled its fingers and revealing in the middle a single large glowing pink iris swimming in a sea of darkness that represented an eye. The glow was eerie, familiar, but there would be no time to process why. That very same eye had started to come barreling down towards Remnant as it stared towards his body, taking advantage of the wrong eye contact he was making with the wrong creature.
It planned to slap him down, swatting him like the bug it thought of him as.
Even though this new being had seemed to be in motion, it did not stop the large blob with the hole in its chest now. It seemed to turn its attention to Serix and Riclice, staring at them both with that same stare and malicious smile upon its face. It opened its mouth revealing a tongue that seemed to come out and lick at the corners of its lips like it was preparing to eat. However, shortly after, it’s tongue vanished into its mouth, its mouth vanishing from its face as its face became nearly blank of all but mischievous eyes and a perked nose. However, its sights were still set upon Serix and Riclice.
*RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE!!!*
The ground beneath Serix and the Joes burst opened beneath as suddenly a large dark cravat opened wide enough to swallow an army as if it was a collapsing trap hole. However, the opening had sharp edges of white, a lashing long gel-like appendage that was wide in the darkness but narrowed at the tip. It lashed out attempting to curl around the fiery NetNavi whom was near the opening while the other Joes would most likely fall in with how it slipped from under their feet with some sort of slimy texture that threatened to send them slipping right in.
It was obvious at this point what was happening: the bug had assimilated so much of the room into itself, it was one in the same.
While the Net Warriors struggled, Opera's E-Mail had seemed to fallen upon deaf ears to Megami as the strain of the area chopped it up next to nothing for the NetNavi to even begin to read.
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Post by Unknown on Jun 4, 2013 21:10:27 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black] Encore you never editted your post. So I'll assume the scar copied a non-immediate effect. Oh and no you did not; but as you're about to find out... You have something of mine.
Successfully penetrating the chest cavity had revealed a scar of otherworldly origin. The fact Finale still struggled despite the lethal blow made him an ideal shield for the flame princesses retaliatory skyward barrage. With its tendril still lodged inside Finale the creature shifted its hostage horizontally and above him. Using the poor navi as a scapegoat for the assault.
The Joe's assault before being swallowed beneath into the abyss was met with the same omission as Erat's previous axe attempt. The bullets, while striking, having no visible effect as the liquid continued to flow from the creature and mend the wounds much faster than they could be inflicted.
Erats assault could not be meant with such callous disregard as before. The pale combatant snatched Erats axe from the air by pole-vault jumping over the weapon and grabbing it behind its back by the hilt. Throughout the ordeal Finale never abandoned his duties as a human shield, suspended by tentacles and a blatant disregard for digital physics.
Using the axe as a brace the creature slammed it down onto the ground and balanced on it with one hand. Putting it upside down in a flawless scene of chaos and what some would consider art. This method allowed it avoid the shock-wave of pointy objects entirely. Although now it was stuck balancing on an axe hilt.
Smiling once more the beast flipped itself around and began balancing with just one foot with little to no effort. Meanwhile the tendril lodged inside Finale began to stir wildly before stopping abruptly. With no warning, and only a moments reprieve from the battering the poor hostage had just suffered at the hand of Serix, the tendril jerked back and out of Finale. Ripping with it chunks of raw data straight from the coding of the victim. Among the data was the Scar that the appendage had just perforated.
With another jerking motion the tendril crammed all of the data into the sadistic beings mouth for a one course meal of corruption with a glass of pain. A quick swallow and just like that Finale's Scar was his no longer*.
Achk..! it haphazardly let out, spewing what looked like acid into the now fleshy floor.
The creatures eyes dimmed to a nearly burnt amber coloring and its head slumped. The tendrils that carried Finale loosened their grip and fell lifeless to the ground. Oblivious to the skewers that awaited them as they and Finale collapsed downwards. The entire time the being remained in its seated, yet balanced, position on Erats axe with its arms now solemnly resting at its side despite a tentacled hand full of spikes.*You can use it in stats if you'd prefer. For RP purposes however, it's mine for the time being... ;) unless by some miracle you get it back before I ghost.
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Post by notegg on Jun 5, 2013 13:12:25 GMT -8
I don't like to edit IC posts, and was waiting for Ion, but he didn't post. sooo... Finale's body fell limp after taking all of the damage dealt. Normally when a navi dies they are deleted and returned to the recycling bin, but... Finale's body just stayed there, bruised and beaten after having been used as a living shield. His body just stopped moving, not in a state of deletion, but of some strange purgatory, as if his soul had been ripped from his body and the only thing that kept him running was gone, dissipated with the scar in his chest. Finale.Vir, Deleted.
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Post by Torchman on Jun 5, 2013 16:50:58 GMT -8
'Not good. The situation has taken a turn for the worse.'
It was just one thing after the other. The room had come alive, a clear indication their main foe was more than it had previously appeared. Immediately afterwards, it had taken the offensive, swallowing the Joes. However the mystery being was also still a threat. Unable to do a single thing, unable to stop it, the being used his 'ally' as a human shield, all the while balancing on HIS axe. Resulting in his deletion, and helping to further reduce their numbers.
"Man down! I repeat man down!" He roared at the top of his lungs, hoping the others would take notice. They needed to regroup and plan out a strategy, or they'd be picked off one by one if things kept going this way. 'We can't keep going like this...'
However, what Erat hadn't realized was that the axe that he had thrown had been slammed into the ground head first. The very motion that causes one of his attacks. From above, axes rained down again. This time however, it wasn't a 2 or 3 of them.
It was a downpour. Coming in from numerous directions, and larger in number than Serix could generate blades of fire, heading straight towards the unknown. All because it had chosen the wrong axe to perch upon. He could only chuckle as another axe materialized in his hand. Sure it'd be able to get out of the way in time, but not without sacrificing the axe, which would most certainly be destroyed in the process. "Looks like you slammed the wrong axe into the ground." He wouldn't be throwing any more axes that was for sure.
But what was he could he do now?
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Post by Unknown on Jun 9, 2013 19:04:01 GMT -8
Well alright then, if no one else is going to post.
Still in its self induced sedation the creature took the full brunt of its unintended assault on itself. However, unlike previous bladed attacks on it, the blades were met with iron-like resistance; stopping dead cold against the pale recipient's now exponentially more solid body.
A barrage of limp metal hitting plush earth echo'd around the acrobatic devourer. While not all that loud it was enough to rouse the creature from its haze.
Without a single telegraph, a cyclone of negative energy churned tightly around the upright axe. It grew in size and encapsulated the creature within it while dismantling every axe that had just fallen into bits of data that were promptly caught into the isolated windstorm. While of no dire concern to those more than 10ft away from the epicenter the cause was certainly much more so.
After collecting all of the axe data the wind converged onto a single point in the yellow-eyed creature. From there it began to grow and shape itself into a familiar weapon... a large axe. One several times larger than the one wielded by its holder's adversary. Once completed the wind died completely and the weapon was made real. Its head crashing into the castle floor with a room shattering "THUD" while cutting into the fleshy tiling.
Standing upright the creature attempted to lift its newly attained weapon with a simple lifting motion but to no avail. A second try with both arms led to excessive success. The weapon was stolen from its new tomb and lodged into an even newer one as it was hurled without its would-be wielder through Erat, (newly formed)Finale, and any other navi between the thrower and its new destination, the gel-like bug beast. Meanwhile the pale navi landed cross-legged onto the ground in front of the upright axe.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jun 10, 2013 11:01:00 GMT -8
“We can infect the world.”
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*CRASH!!!*
The slapping of the hand down upon Remnant would most likely render him immobile for a while. The Joes inhaled and swallowed as if they were crumbs, and the literal tongue lashing towards Serix had ended up making him become a rag doll as he was tossed towards Riclice. The fiendish blob monster’s mouth had closed in the flooring and reformed once again upon its main body, appropriately upon its face as it brandished a grin. The beast seemed to be getting the upper hand at this point, and enjoying it as it had devoured its recent victims.
With its lifting its formed tissue of a hand from the flooring, off of Remnant’s body, and then letting the stone structure sink back into the nearly fleshly floor, the heart of the creature that was the pulsating dark chip had appeared once again. However, it had not been in the center of its chest, but a lone floating sphere of the slimy texture that orbited its body as if it was a planet.
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Post by Wackoguy on Jun 10, 2013 14:07:03 GMT -8
From the Joes' deletion to Finale's,it didn't take long for one to realize the situation.
Losing a handful of allies was not to be taken lightly,they had to act now!
...and they were no longer given the choice to be slow about it either.
Fortunately for Riclice,he was a distance away from the other creature,just out of the range of the winds that had been summoned briefly...but he immediately took note of the tongue that smacked the fiery woman in his direction.
Riclice shifted one foot in front of the other and dashed toward Serix,dropping to his knees with both arms held out in front of him as he caught what appeared to be a temporarily undesired morsel.
Rising to his feet,Riclice jumped back a few feet,carefully placing Serix against a wall.
"I don't know if we can do anything about those other guys,but are you alright for now?"
Having seen her get smacked like that (even though she wasn't that far away from him as far as positions go),he was rightly a bit concerned for the navi's safety.
He then looked up ahead,toward the others...and he focused his vision on where their current target was...
"Our target's within sight,but we need some way to destroy that darkchip..." Riclice thought aloud.
As for the second creature,it seemed to be fighting on the same side as them,but he wasn't entirely sure.They'd have to be careful around it,especially if it decided to lash out at them..
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Post by Torchman on Jun 15, 2013 11:23:17 GMT -8
Despite the adrenaline rushing through his veins, Erat couldn't move out of the way in time because of his heavy armor. The massive axe slammed through his left shoulder, tearing through armor and arm, leaving it hanging by a thread and sending Erat crashing to the ground. Pain was nothing new to him, but it still was enough to bring forth a roar of pain.
Laying there on his back, feeling his arm slowly begin to painfully reattach itself to his body, he could see the axe had been aimed directly at the creature. 'So then...' He thought to himself in confusion, 'Which side is our mystery fighter on? Their own or ours? It's clear that they aren't with the creature...'
Painfully he got on his feet, holding his arm with his right, ensuring it couldn't swing around and cause permanent damage to him. In a short bit he'd be able to fight again, but for now, he needed to let the others keep the heat off of him, otherwise he was done.
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