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Post by Genesis on Oct 19, 2017 14:20:19 GMT -8
*It was true that he liked challenges. He wasn't fond of losing them however as much as he was fond of showing off. But it never hurt to be able to flex if he did meet someone of a level playing field as himself. Receiving the assist from Slypner, it looked like the blue dragon wanted to try something that backfired wonderfully. He was pretty amused by it and considered it pretty fitting, but he liked this guy more than Merrill, catching the sword in his right hand. On top of what it gained, gray flames from what it was taking from him. It made sense with how fast it drained you dry why the previous owner was the only one able to use it, as they were the only one that could sustain the uptake needed to keep it up.*
"Well, he was his own little monster."
*Calling him a little monster was a bit of injustice, as he was at least a normal-sized monster. Though he had kept his eyes on Aeron the entire time even as he went soaring across the lake, keeping track of numerous things. In this case, he didn't need to see his target and began to act immediately once he was out of sight. Him being on the other side of the field made this especially easy for him, as the darkness started to swell up around him. His eyes changing to purple instead of their normal crimson as they were the only thing that could be made out from the darkness now, aside from the still blazing sword in his hand.*
"As Turbine once said to me while using Polaris... Memento Mori."
*He lifted his left hand first, firing off a purple sphere across the lake in Aeron's general area. But then he aimed with Polaris, the flames of life coalescing and being wielded in a fashion he was familiar with due to prior engagements. And he fired the shot into the sphere, becoming a multi-colored mass that made its way to the other side of the field at blinding speeds. And then it detonated, lighting the network up in a blinding light as it was set off to destroy that entire half of the field, Aeron and all. Then he turned his attention back to Rosso, a purple smile forming on the mass of darkness incarnate.*
"Now then, shall we get started?"
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Post by Zane on Oct 19, 2017 14:21:36 GMT -8
Aeron would likely remember something that Vanguard had tried to tell the three NSD agents before now. It was around the time he was taking the blows from Death that it would likely come back to mind. As he was battered and sent away, not only was he bleeding, but his regenerative abilities were stymied heavily to the point where they almost weren't even working, not even close to a tenth of the normal insane pace that he was used to. It would take him a while to wait for them to kick in, and then that entire side of the field was taken off of the Netopian map. The network they were in a damaged patchwork of what it started as. Rosso kept his eyes on them, not minding this turn of events either. This shouldn't take too long given the circumstances.
"If you're done with the peanut gallery, yes. I'll dispose of you both now."
Several blazing spheres formed in an instant like stars being born, all eight being launched at them as he held his ground. He didn't need to rush at them just yet to take care of things here, so he didn't bother doing so just yet either.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 19, 2017 15:43:13 GMT -8
Aeron.fn deleted.
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Post by Xypher on Oct 20, 2017 7:26:08 GMT -8
He couldn't help but smile at the beautiful destruction he had just witnessed. He turned to Xion, and with a thumb up, spoke.
"That was beautiful! I love it! That was quite the work of art!"
He then turned back to the task at hand. Unfortunately, the boy's body wasn't healing as rapidly as he would like, so his power output was still extremely limited. But, he had other ways of fighting, other than raw output like Xion. He still had tricks up his sleeves.
As Rosso attacked, he used his scythes to block the first blazing sphere. He threw the white sword at the first sphere heading for Xion, causing it to explode prematurely. The second and third spheres hit him, sending him flying backwards. He smiled, enjoying the blood-rush of battle. He then appeared several yards in front of Xion, arms widespread, taking the blows for him, enjoying the ruh. For the final two spheres, he opened his maw wide, and straight up ate them! He burped as he finished, wiping his mouth, blood seeping out the corners.
"Huh. Very ashy. Not my type, but still."
The darkness around him began to patch him up. The crimson energy tendrils excited. He had sustained some damage, but that was fine to him. He was eager to see Xion wield the sword again. He smiled as the darkness around him grew. He would prepare for THAT strike, but that would take a little time. He moved out of the way for Xion, with a little bow.
"I will gladly be the shield, since you wield the sword."
He stood by, returning his weaponry to him again. He gave a little grin, crossing his arms. His body trembled with excitement as his body worked at repairing itself from the damage that he took.
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Post by Shast on Oct 20, 2017 16:59:16 GMT -8
Slypner (Don't mind me. Just drawin.) Slypner rises from his rocky perch as the bugs dissipate. Now somewhat more mobile he walks the circumference of the 'battlefield' to a better vantage of the battle. Stopping at a tree between the "two sides". He resumes sketching, his strokes capturing the navis and their attacks with striking accuracy. Especially the one unleashed by Xion and the sword.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 21, 2017 15:46:04 GMT -8
"I do try."
*He was usually not fond of widespread destruction, took some of the joy of the hands on experience out of it. But it was a lot easier to do so instead of chancing a battered folk miraculous moving out of range. Now came the rematch he was looking for. He was about to advance forward when Death took the point instead. And so he went for the attack after the flames met their different mark, blitzing across the field and closing the gap in an instant as he swung the sword, the solar energy backed by the various life energies that were fueling it now and driving it to unleash a power that many lost now and was held within the blade.*
"So let's do this in earnest!"
*Tearing across with the temporal and spatial powers to back it as well, he unleashed as a series of strikes that distorted the space that it traveled across with each strike of the devastating sword. He used his free hand to call up a large sphere of flame that multipled into seven, spiraling around his arm that he aimed to slam into Rosso as well. And with it the devastating detonation that would rock the entire area much like every swing of the sword he just acquired was.*
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Post by Zane on Oct 21, 2017 16:08:32 GMT -8
As Aeron was deleted, there was a strange happening that the others couldn't have known about. It was something that the NSD agents would most certainly all notice. His data, along with the information regarding it, was erased. Backups and all related information and data about him was wiped out entirely with no way of recovery. Everything related to Aeron was all gone in an instant, and any attempts to restore or recreate that information was also instantly removed and wiped yet again. No matter how many ways they tried to bring back the restorative dragon, he was gone very permanently as was implied and explained by the NIA before.
Averting death was possibly the real reason why he had those attributes to his name. And as Xion came at him with the Polaris he moved his own swords to meet the strikes, flames meeting the burning ashen ones as sun met sun. Each blow carried remarkable force behind it, Rosso's eyes narrowing just then as the exchange continued. It was clear that something was bothering him then, clicking his tongue.
"I should have expected this."
He had made a bit of a miscalculation it appeared for something just now. That would actually be annoying given who his opponent was, which meant more effort than he was planning to exert today. And the last blast came, being halted as the attacks before in the air as the field appeared and then disappeared after. He kicked back to gain a bit of distance before immediately charging forward after. So the orange flames blazed and turned azure, speeding up his assault to try and outpace Xion's own single blade to his two as a continuous stream of flames were launched toward Death. Even if they weren't going to do damage, each of them were intended for drive him back instead so he wouldn't get in the way during this clash.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 21, 2017 17:40:35 GMT -8
"You underestimated me again. You knew about it too, yet thought I was dumb enough to wield it haphazardly? Just who do you think I am?"
*He had figured as much. From Rosso's perspective wielding this sword was like having a ticking time bomb that only had about a few seconds before detonation. In the hands of any average wielder, that would be the case. But he should have known the moment Death managed to draw it and give it over without collapsing like Merrill likely would have was the first sign of a loophole that it possessed. And in that loophole, he possessed far more vitality than others. Short of the very pinnacles of darkness, there weren't any who existed who topped him in this field. And even some of those pinnacles fell short, in his opinion. As Rosso withdrew for a moment to charge Xion stayed on him, charging after him as his left hand formed a blade of wicked darkness to contend with the dual swords. It wasn't like his normal knockoffs that he would call up to look fancy, having a distinct shape and different feel than his usual dark arsenal, proven by it contending with the sword of Rosso fairly well. It was during this clash that he suddenly sunk into the darkness that composed him, spreading out along the ground before the shadows shot up in the air, Polaris aimed at Rosso as he fired the same blast he had that finished off Aeron before.*
*But the darkness he left behind had pooled together, rising up along with him as it created a massive sphere that punched downward that caught up with his previous shot. They melded together, creating a blast from the sword of purest light and the relentless power of the deepest darkness. He held his hand out, his eyes glowing as the blast expanded drastically, the force behind it multiplying several times over before it would make landfall with his target, touching back down on the ground to survey the results of this assault, going by his estimates.*
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Post by Zane on Oct 22, 2017 10:47:38 GMT -8
One would often forget that Xion was proficient in more than hand to hand combat. It was his preferred method of fighting, but his skill with weaponry wasn't exactly lacking either. Both sides wielded unrelenting force and relentlessness to back up that might, but ultimately Xion disengaged first, preparing for a large-scale assault. Combining what that sword could already unleash with what he had now was a bit of a problem to be frank. It was a sword that he honestly thought only the original wielder could wield in such a fashion, as ordinarily they'd be dead by now. So Xion did in fact call him out on the fact that he had underestimated him.
But this worked too in another way. He spun the two swords in hand and slammed them together, forging what appeared to be a claymore of sorts. He didn't swing the weapon as much as he outright tossed it at the incoming assault, using his other arm to punch after as his wrists unleashed a blaze on top of the fiery burst unleashed from his hand. They met the sword in flight and the attack before it could reach the descent level that was desired, meeting in the sky and blanketing the network in a display of duality. On one half it was night, and the other it was day. With both sides pressing for supremacy, the black sun against the azure sun, eventually they gave way as everything was set ablaze, the flames of Polaris and Xion along with Rosso and his abandoned claymore, Rosso's eyes on Xion now. He was going to continue and honestly wanted to, a sort of glint in his eyes then. Anticipation for once. It went against his character, but he couldn't deny looking forward to it. Being able to commit to a fight against the master darkloid. The lock on the area began to disappear, those present feeling the area lock be released and something else as well. They could access the other networks again, no longer confined to Netopia. Something had broken the lock-down that was put in place to quarantine them in case leaving the network would spread this contamination.
"We'll meet again no doubt, but this is all for today. Once I commit to our fight, then you'll become ashes, as promised."
He turned to leave, a salvo of suppressive fire raining down from out of nowhere at Xion and Death both as the inferno navi disappeared amidst the flames, once again leaving things without a conclusion between them.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 22, 2017 20:32:17 GMT -8
...with the world at peace again, Xion can feel it... a pull towards the dark, a summons from someplace beyond reach...
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 23, 2017 1:37:54 GMT -8
10/23/25XX 5.46pm Unspecified location Electopia
Rain poured down as the thunderous cries of the sky echoed all over. The staff rushed to the helipad, where a chopper sporting a distinctive white paintjob was slowly approaching. After arrival, two people in suits hopped off first, pulling out umbrellas for the third man dressed in white that exited. Afte ra small walk, a swipe of a pager on a door lock and the man in white entered, leaving the armored guards back to their normal duties.
Their steps echoed through the empty, neon lighted, hallway as they proceeded in silence. Three minutes, and a vault bigger than a bank's one stopped the three in their tracks. The two men in black turned around and presided the other end of the hall while the man in white fumbled around for something.
Pulling out a key and inserting it into a hole, the man in white turned it right once before he was able to roteate the pommel into a 53 digit code. A metallic cacophony signaled the vault door slowly opening. It took a good fime minutes, but eventually, the man in white was able to enter.
The lights turned on, as sterile as the hallway he was first in. Taking the stairs to his right, the man in white climbed all the way to the third floor. Arriving at yet another metal gate and opening it with yet another key-combination, the man in white settled the bag he was carrying on the table in front of him. Opening it, he pulled out a block of papers safely held into a plastic folder.
He would then move over towards the wall, running his gaze from left to right before he spotted the compartment he was looking for. He slowly opened it and carefully settled down the documents and a pair of CDs inside. Once closed, he collected his thoughts, looking at the descriptive plate reading "Aeron.Fn".
Then, just as he arrived, the man in white exited. Closing everything up. With a loud thunk, the vault door closed shut after its brief unlocking, the first in a few years.
The Man in white and the Men in Black walked back to the landing pad, the helicopter pilot already spooling up the rotors for take off. The two armored guards saluted the three exiting. The man in white would stop for a brief moment to lend a letter over to each of them. The armored guards would accept it with glee and thank the Man in White.
With a whoosh, the helicopter took off, headed towards the horizon. The man in white shutted offthewindow on the bad weather and picked up his phone.
"NSD Intelligence Division."
"Spyglass."
"U-uh, Sir!?"
"Still nothing?"
"...I am afraid so, Sir. We cannot restore any of our agents perished in Netopia. Not by convetional means."
"Inform R&D that their current clearance level has been overritten to level 6. Make sure to declassify Project Panacea and send them the details. Begin experimental restoration methods testing immediately. If this keeps up, Netopia will become a desert."
"It will be done, Sir."
"Good. Good."
"Anything else, Mr. Kahnnigan?"
Kalos Kahnnigan kept quiet for a moment.
"I want a detailed report on the descendants of the Wily, Regal and Hikari bloodlines. Narrow down the search to the most troubled personalities and bring me a list of candidates by tomorrow morning. Two days maximum. Also, rescind all my appointments and meetings for the day, there is something more important I need to take care of.
Inform Special Agent Thorn.Tx and Agent Rein.sx, I want them in my office as soon as I open that door."
Closing up the call, Kalos leaned in his chair. Someone was trying to play God with the lives of many. And when someone disturbs the peace of Nebula System Dynamics, takes away navis or human alike from the lives of their loved ones... Well. That would simply not do.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 23, 2017 9:19:36 GMT -8
*Their collision ended in a tie, huh? The shadows around Slypner rose up to create a barrier for him to make up for the attack that engulfed the field. It was true that he had a lot more to give, so he was ready and willing to do so until Rosso declared he was done again. This would mark the second time he cut and run without settling things with him. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, planning to go after him before the barrage from out of sight came, using the Polaris to beat back a shot or two before being forced back. How far had that person taken aim and fired at him from? He growled, thrusting the Polaris into the ground and letting go of it for a while so it could go back to its non-empowered state. Then opening a pool of shadows beneath it, he let it sink into it as it closed, the darkness returning to its source as he sighed.*
"...This is weird. But I at least got the trophy back. Both of you need to be a bit more cautious around these parts."
*There were a few things he noticed just now. But things to think about later. So that meant he would see to them later, instead feeling the calling. This was a summons of sorts, wasn't it? It was different than the ones he was more accustomed to, piquing his curiosity as a result. So he would try to reach from here as it was still beyond reach, but maybe responding would make it closer. If not, he'd have to find a way to bridge the gap instead.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 23, 2017 9:27:04 GMT -8
As Xion attempts to respond to the summons, he can see it in his mind.. a statue in the undersquare. One that had stood for centuries, and even now it calls to him silently. But how to reach it? The undernet has been closed off for so very long... until now. In his heart he could feel it; the Undernet was open, and it called to his very soul in no uncertain terms.
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Post by Shast on Oct 23, 2017 15:24:33 GMT -8
Slypner The barrier surrounds him. All he hears is the roaring explosions from outside and all he sees is the barriers thick shell around him. Then, in a moment, it disperses. His safety assured. Slypner watches his tenuous ally slip the weapon into a shadow pocket before turning to address the short artist.
My work is more important than my life. I finally got what I came for, Xion. No longer will I pace around this lake like some husk.
Putting away his sketchpad Slypner hops off his seat and walks up to Xion.
Do you plan to keep the relic for yourself? It's unwise. You know how parasitic it is. he motions to where the portal had been.
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Post by Xypher on Oct 24, 2017 14:22:46 GMT -8
All Death could really do was fend off the flame. Unfortunately, The battle had already ended by the time he had finished fending off the flames. And he didn't escape unscathed. He was burned all over, especially around his mouth. He had indeed swallowed some of the flames. But the damage he received would affect the boy if he wasn't careful Honestly, he was in Awe watching Rosso and Xion fight. It was chaotic and highly destructive. And they had been moving too fast for him to intervene. As it ended, he walked over to Xion and Slypher, listening to them speak.
"Quite a show. That was a beautiful display. Such wonderful darkness..."
He stood around, feeling his darkness fade and releasing his pent up energy. the Crimson energy around him quickly regenerated his wounds, the boy slowly recovering.
He cracked his neck, nodding towards Xion's words of care.
"Aye. I'll do so. Place seems like bad luck to me."
He gave a slight grin.
"Someday, I'd like to fight you one on one. Once I get free of the boy, and get my full power back... Winner gets the sword. But that day is not today...Unfortunately."
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