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Post by Raven8 on Oct 15, 2017 19:54:21 GMT -8
Not far from the city-center of Creamland Castle, the streets erupt into a sight of chaos and fury. An unknown power unleashes itself against the main shopping district, causing the entire area to go up in flames... literally. Absolutely massive levels of raw destruction fill the area, causing many, many Navi lives to be extinguished in an instant. And to make matters worse, whatever it is that's causing this intense level of destruction is moving toward the castle at an alarming rate...
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Post by Gaia on Oct 16, 2017 14:09:12 GMT -8
JunkMan.SIT
"Oh, no, no, no! All the beautiful buildings! The precious junk inside! These people worked hard on all of that!"
JunkMan steamed forward, his belt wheel screeching underneath him as he turned through the streets, trying to find a safe route in front of the fire that suddenly spewed forth from nowhere. Turning to look at the plume of destruction next to him every now and again, he debated more and more on just diving right into the center of it. His outer shell was durable, and there was no way it would melt in that heat.
He revved up his belt wheel as fast as it would go. The last time he'd stepped in to help out in Creamland, he'd gotten deleted - he'd only just recently put together a little trash heap to call home, and he'd gotten a little attached to the beautiful architecture. He had to stop this thing from getting to the castle! It's what his old friends would've done!
"Junk Satellite!"
Raising his claws, he stopped just behind the wave of destruction and summoned all of his power into the rubble and dust left in its wake. The piles of trash, along with ambient junk data pulled directly out of the air, shifted to his will, and he raised them up and formed an absolutely massive structure of trash in the sky above the city. The large piece floated in the air, and JunkMan strained under the magnetic pressure needed to keep it going; the last time he had done this, he at least had a satellite and years of preparation to put it all together, piece by piece. Screaming out, JunkMan flung his claw arms forward, and sent the massive satellite of trash hurtling towards the pillar of destruction.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 16, 2017 14:52:49 GMT -8
As the pile of junk is sent towards the center of the chaos, a sudden wind blows through the fires. In an instant, all of the junk is frozen solid and crushed into snow. Then, standing before JunkMan, is a Navi of great renown. A Navi unseen for many years once again revealed to the world...
ColdMan: I DEMAND MY POPSICLE! WOOOSH!
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Post by Gaia on Oct 16, 2017 16:27:57 GMT -8
JunkMan.SIT
JunkMan stopped, his belt wheel screeching to a halt, and he just sort of sat there for a second, watching as each and every individual snowflake fell from the sky. His hunchback pronounced, he hunched forward, his metallic jaw hung open, watching as what had once been his satellite of beautiful junk rained from the sky as snowflakes.
Each snowflake was entirely unique and beautiful, just like each individual piece of his collection. As JunkMan sat there, shaking, though, it didn't matter to him how beautiful the snowflakes were. It didn't matter to him what this little refrigerator wanted. All that mattered . . .
". . . M-my . . . my beautiful collection . . ." His voice was small, and full of grief. It wasn't all of his collection; it wasn't even a small fraction of it. The majority of it was still floating around in space . . . but it was still his collection! "You . . . you turned it all to snow . . . and you want a popsickle?" His voice started off as little more than a whimper, and suddenly flared up into enigmatic rage.
"You attacked my beautiful collection! I am JunkMan, and you are going to face mine and my collection's wrath!"
A field of violent electricity and electromagnetism erupted from JunkMan's body, blasting away fields of metallic dust all around him before calling it back to his vicinity. As the metallic particles came back around him, they compressed and amassed into little cubes of varying size; six cubes orbited around his person, the electromagnetism he emitted making him rise off of the ground.
At his motion, the set of cubes rocketed towards ColdMan, piercing through the air, charged with electricity. "Junk Barrage!"
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 16, 2017 17:00:50 GMT -8
A loud revving can be heard amidst the chaos. Louder and louder it grew, until a giant particle laser tears through the air. Atop a nearby building, Craft was on one knee, holding his particle cannon, Ragnarok. He fired the laser not at ColdMan's position, but in combination with JunkMan's attack and instead predicted the way ColdMan would move and fired it to attempt to zone him into one of the attacks. The laser fired for 3 seconds before dissipating, at which Craft began to speak.
"Ice cube, why are you in Creamland? What could you POSSIBLY want?"
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 19, 2017 11:28:17 GMT -8
The fridge Navi glares at both JunkMan and Craft, putting a hand on his head as he does so.
ColdMan: None of you understand....
ColdMan's eyes turn blood red, his obvious rage now beginning to reach a boiling point. This odd Navi now grips his head even tighter, his eyes shooting between the two Navis in his way.
ColdMan: ....what it's like....
ColdMan's hand slides over to the handle of his freezer door, gripping it tightly as he looks between the two Navis before him with near-paranoia.
ColdMan: ....TO WANT A POPSICLE!!!
ColdMan opens his freezer door and instantly summer turns to winter. A veritable blizzard-typhoon roars out with a scream, freezing every attack solid before it could touch the fridge Navi. The ground becomes glazed with ice and suddenly blanketed in snow, the sky darkens and snow falls, and even the very flames that had been burning just moments before freeze solid, looking of kin to delicate ice-sculptures.
And amid the new winter horror-land... ColdMan is already humming to himself merrily while building a snowman.
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 20, 2017 4:59:33 GMT -8
Craft looked to his right. Yep, snow is there. Then to his left. Snow there as well. Then back at the ice cube making a snowman. He stood up a simply held his face with his hand in a motion constantly referred to as a facepalm.
"This.. cannot be happening.."
Craft regained his sanity and jumped down from the building, creating a hard landing next to Junkman... causing him to slip on the snow and fall onto his heavy laser cannon. He paused, released a long sigh, then spoke again.
"Hey, trashman, any idea why he's here? I was nice and toasty in my CK office and now here I am; freezing in the face of one of the world's strongest."
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 20, 2017 16:03:32 GMT -8
Suddenly, a navi casually walks by Craft with a box in his hands and what to appears to be a MosinNagant M91 rifle dangling on his back. Wearing a bluish grey catsuit and stange intricate armor almost everywhere, the navi's appereance was simple yet special.
Rein would then approach Coldman, paying no mind to anything else at all. Once he was beside the snowman building navi, he dumped the box at the guys's feet.
"There. You got your popsicles. Now quit with your whining. I can't concentrate on my stuff." He told him with next to no emphasis.
Then, just like he came he would turn around and begin to walk away. "Of all the times right the day of my target practice. It just never ends..."
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 20, 2017 19:29:31 GMT -8
ColdMan stops rolling the snowball for a snowman and looks to Rein as he approaches. He gives a curious eye as the artillery-toting Navi approaches and drops the box of Popsicles on the ground.
He looks to Rein
Then back to the box
Then back to Rein
Then back to the box
....then he pulls a large turkey-leg out of his fridge-body and begins to poke the box with it.
ColdMan: ...what makes you think I wanted popsicles? WOOSH!
ColdMan then suddenly snaps up the box of popsicles and tosses it into his freezer-head. As he does so, all of the snow in the area instantly melts away as the fridge Navi waddles away slowly, humming to himself happily as he does.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 21, 2017 1:39:38 GMT -8
"You were screaming about it like an headless chicken." Rein replied, not even turning back to face him. Stopping over to Junkman he tilted his head. "Hm. I think I saw you before... ah yes."
A holoscreen popped in front of the navi. After a few moments, Rein materialized a small metal container, no bigger than a water bottle. It contained a bunch of scrap metals and unused ammunition.
"Here. You're the one who got his junk collection thing destroyed? This should help. Name's Rein. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Gaia on Oct 22, 2017 11:04:17 GMT -8
JunkMan.SIT
JunkMan stares in disbelief as the situation suddenly disolves itself, the little refrigerator waddling away as it is presented with its popsicles. His cubes laid on the ground nearby, frozen solid, but likely unbothered by the cold. Where had all of these new people come from?
He looked to the strange new arrivals; first at the large man that had joined him, and then the sniper guy. The little refrigerator navi was walking away, after all it had done, and they were just going to let it? His friends would've never let that happen! No, MegaMan would want him to stop the Navi! Besides, he still had to make him pay for destroying so much of his collection.
"No!" JunkMan raises his clawed arms, the large claw arms suddenly merging into one incredibly large crane arm. His arms extend out, moving quickly, threatening to smash directly through Rein if he wasn't keen on getting out of the way in time - JunkMan was hardly thinking about the safety of a Navi he barely knew - and tried to grab at the Refrigerator Navi with his claws before he could get away.
"I could use a set of new refrigerator parts! You destroyed a lot of them, and that wasn't very nice! So, get back here!"
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 22, 2017 21:57:36 GMT -8
Craft stood up again and dusted off his pants. The area had returned to normal, thankfully, and the ice cube was leaving--and then Junkman reached out and grabbed ColdMan.
"Wha--! What are you doing! Just let him leave, the less trouble he brings the better! If it's scrap you want, go dumpster dive in Electopia. That place is full of nut-jobs, who knows what you'll find in there."
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