Metallic footsteps clang across the broken data ground of the Hacker's N, imposing a sound behind Nightshade that rises above the chatter and strikes with a strangely pure tone.
I see. You are still willing to put all that we as Navis have at risk for your own desires.
Scarface passes beside Nightshade, looking to the feline Navi as he passes. His single, electric blue eye sparks out from beneath the cloak of his black executioner's mask, keenly focused as he takes a stand near StrifeMan; stern and tall, yet without his weapon drawn.
Scarface: Should the undernet undergo infection, it will cast the die towards the end of our entire world. You are a known vector of this infection and cannot be allowed in regardless of if you have a clean bill of health or not. The stakes are too high to make that gamble, and I'm afraid that your personal goals do not supersede the safety of Navi kind.
Scarface turns slightly so that his spiked shoulder pad is turned towards Nightshade, his fists held loosely at his sides while he stars, unblinking, at the Navi who even now defies the Undernet's protectors.
Scarface: Now I will request that you leave. Our numbers are few, and we cannot be focused in one area for long. If you care for this world, then heed my words and seek out another way to find your path.
Scarface's tone was not harsh. He was speaking to Nightshade in as reasonable a manner as he could, and hoped that his words would wake up the feline Navi before he made a mistake.
The feline navi sighed. Of course. Because he did not have a problem dealing with one guy.
"Listen, Scarface." Nightshade mumbled, getting up as the other navi passed by. He could afford to stop looking at Strifeman for now. "I am not here to cause trouble. I don want to cause trouble." That last phrase spoken with a hearable frustration as its undertone.
"As I said, I just need to see the Cybeast statue. I don't have to go nowhere if someone else can just bring it here for the few moments I need to check it. Yes, I know, I was part of spreading the kill virus thinging. Then again, why take it out on me when the guy behind it is clearly obvious.
Rosso did this. All of this mind you. I wouldn't be here right now if he did not steal my Beast Powers. Why don't you focus on him if you want to keep the Undernet safe? Hell, the net as a whole would be better off without that fliper."
Scarface: We are aware of that group's movements. Right now, you pose an imminent threat to the Undernet, which is why you stand as the priority. As for the statues; they still exist, but are fixtures to the net itself. They cannot simply be moved for your convenience.
Scarface stands firm as he pauses for a moment.
Scarface: I am sorry, but the Undernet will not rise to your aid until this threat is properly dealt with. Perhaps your wisest course of action would be to lay down your own desires until your path opens back up, and attempt to dedicate yourself to a cause beyond yourself.
Nightshade huffed. He didn't have enough energies to take on both Strifeman and Scarface at the same time. Not to mention Serenade. He would need to find another way to get to his goal. Even if he waited, they were going to keep being stubborn.
"Myself is the only thing I have left, Scar. I am afraid there is nothing else for me to dedicate to. What was once has been destroyed. By my own hand, or Rosso."
He turned around. "And when it comes to Rosso...well...can't do nothing without my BeastOut. Rosso has Falzar's code with him among other things. The only way to counter that is with something I no longer have access to." He said, having exhausted his reason to be there. He tried but once again, like many times before that, he did not succeed.
"Smell ya later, Scar. We both know we'll see eachother, sooner or later." He concluded with a wave of his hand. In the end, he still needed his powers if he even want to attempt anything.
Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Feb 6, 2020 14:28:05 GMT -8
Grade breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew, they didn't fight. That'd have been catastrophic."
He let go of Altair's hand; he must'e unknowingly grabbed it preparing to move her behind him, should one of the highly powerful Navis in front of him have exploded or something. He rubbed his arm, feeling a little shy. "Sorry."
He glanced at Scarface and then StrifeMan. "So he's the one to blame for why Navis aren't getting recycled. I could've sworn I saw him an hour ago at the edge of Rammount Castle, but I was paying attention to his tall statue-looking friend."
He turned to Altair. "You seem to recognize him, yourself."
She brought a hand to her collar, holding her chin that hid inside of it.
"Personally, I have not met him before. Though, his signatures give multiple familiar readings. I cannot quite put my finger on it at the moment however."
Questions for another day. It's unfortunate she didn't get to see a fight between a legendary character and someone with that much resolve. Speaking of, she turned her head towards Scarface. Yet another stuff of myths stood before her. Was it an omen, or a blessing? For now, she stared with obvious interest, waiting to see his and/or Strife's next move.
Trebuchet MS Navi Info -The Fatebringers- Uni V9||Mayura V1 -Rosario's Followers- Rosario V5||Labrys V6||SILENT_CLOAK V9||Altair V7 -Neutrals/Unaligned- Navi Joe V1-(NormalNav1)||Rosary V15||Commander Kraft V3||WIP||Lalonia V10||Flame Hyenard V12-(BURN, BURN, BURN TO THE GROUND)||Keksis V8
RP Only: Kane V3 In Memoriam: Inori.AXA-(V10, Health Tank)
And then suddenly- a small red clad figure would fall from the sky. Where was this? What happened? First he was running along minding his own business, and then there was a hole! This wasn't like a manhole or a literal rabbit hole- unless it was a big rabbit. Actually he couldn't remember how big thehole was, due solely to the fact he hadn't noticed it in the first place. Woe is Steve! Anyway, Steve more or less fell from the sky with a honk. He was missing his backpack, something he soon noticed after dusting himself off- too late as it came crashing down onto his head a moment later.
It was a good thing he had a helmet, safety first! Unfortunately now the hardhat-like helmet was over his eyeholes, robbing him of the gift of sight! Steve made grunting Steve sounds as he tried pulling it off, waddling around and tripping over his backpack before he eventually fixed it. Oh, there were people here! He naturally knew nothing about anyone- atleast one person was scary looking though and warranted caution. Probably anyone here right now warranted caution for the mere Steve but that was probably more obvious for some people.
Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Feb 9, 2020 9:16:45 GMT -8
"Hey, Altair. Look at that. It's so cute. Heehee." Grade gestured a finger at the miniature Navi waddling about, giggling as he tripped. "I wanna keep it. Is it a virus? It has a bag and everything. Bit reminds me of that bronze HeelNavi with a bag, that I mauled. Do they even manufacture Navis that small? Aww look, it's ready for adventure."
As those gathered in the hub conversed, a light blue beam of light touched down behind Nightshade, about ten yards behind him. Out of it stepped a vision of beauty with an aquatic motif. She didn't seem at all confused about where she was, given that she had done her homework just in case of such a happening as had happened. Stepping forward, she nudged Nightshade to the side before greeting Scarface and Strifeman.
"Greetings, denizens of the Undernet. I am Leviathan, formerly of the ONB, and I am here to request aid in getting to Gigamerica. In some of the logs that I was able to recover from what was left of New Life, I found that there may in fact be something there that might enable some relief in this newfound state of affairs. Normally, I wouldn't dream of asking you to let me in, because I understand the importance of the undernet, but with Gigamerica's net borders cut off, there seems to be only one method of entry at the moment. So, it would seem that I am, much like the rest of the net, at your mercy in this dire time."
She had meant every word of what she had said, and was doing her best to be nice in her method of speaking, so as not to cause any offense, even by accident.
He had leaned forward to respond to Nightshade, feeling the anger rising throughout him, and instead became very small as Scarface appeared.
StrifeMan was much smaller than the lance-wielding Navi, no matter which of his forms he decided to take, and found himself glaring across at Scarface's appearance. It was obvious to him that the man did not like him, even if the man with the ribbons approved of him, and StrifeMan couldn't tell if Scarface still desired to execute him or not.
Still, Scarface brought with him a composure that StrifeMan didn't understand! The people were always complaining and whining and demanding that StrifeMan let them in, and StrifeMan always thought it better to tell them to just leave. Scarface did the same thing, just with more juice, and apparently got the job done. StrifeMan pointedly stayed in his little dark corner, stepping up to stand with solidarity next to Scarface, but he did not look pleased to stand next to him.
StrifeMan knew Scarface would be the type to eat the last cookie but leave the box in the cabinet as though it were still full.
Then, the scenario switched from bad to almost unbearably comical as something fell from the air. StrifeMan scowled as the attention was wrested away from them, glancing up at Scarface; had they really gone through all of that simply to ignore them at the end of it all?
Scarface seemed unbothered as another figure came up to request entry into the Undernet, and simply responded to her before leaving. StrifeMan only sighed, relieved, at the very least, that the annoying, mangy cat had finally left. As he sighed, the frustration in his body left him, seemingly allowing him to take on a stable form as he once again adopted his more demonic state as opposed to the aberrant form he had beforehand.
StrifeMan brought his attention back to Grade and Altair, basing his opinion on Grade immediately on his response to the newcomer's presence. StrifeMan moved with blinding speed to interpose himself between Grade and Altair, now looking down at Altair, his sinister smile widening and twisting in impossible ways, and yet somehow weighed down by this intense agony burning within his eyes. The suffering of a thousand anguished damnations burned within those deep, purple eyes, and, yet, Altair couldn't find it within herself to move as he bore down on her.
"You. StrifeMan picks the woman with the blades that burn!
"We shall take to a ritualistic fight. Should this one win, she shall be elevated above StrifeMan - and should StrifeMan, instead, she will then be his subordinate.
"What say you, woman with the burning blades? Will you allow StrifeMan to make you one with the Undernet's court?"
Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Feb 27, 2020 20:42:49 GMT -8
Grade did as StrifeMan requested and fought Altair, not really expecting anything in return, and yet when StrifeMan didn't choose him, he couldn't help not feeling disappointed, looking at the ground with a defeated smile.
He stared at his left hand. For anyone paying attention, it seemed as if his arm split into two with the same size, for a moment. He already got what he came for, he thought.
It still doesn't stave off this looming realization that he currently lacks purpose, though. Maybe it was why he was disappointed. Admittedly, the boredom is slowly metaphorically killing him.
He peeked to the side at Altair for possibly the last time. Should she be looking at him at the same moment, he'd give her a smile. Regardless, he walks towards Leviathan, during which he slaps the right-side crest on his head to mask his face with glass and iron, then puts his hands in his pockets.
"Heya. What's going on with you? Found a cure to this widespread curse?" said what sounded like a middle-aged man trying to talk behind a door.
Maybe helping this attractive blue one could find exciting.
Steve by this time (felt like over a month had passed outside the net by now) started to contemplate his situation. Being naturally ignored for the most part, he looked straight up from whence he had descended abruptly and started digging into his backpack. The realm of holding was a very big place, and he had to make sure he didn't actually fall in as he waggled his feet to try and get alittle extra leverage. He managed to finally pull out what looked like a ladder, which seemed to keep going as Steve pulled more and more of it up before he noticed a fatal flaw in his plan.
The hole he had fallen down into was no longer up there. Steve looked up again and squinted, unable to tell if it was up there. The sky also wasn't swiss cheese so that ruled out the possibility that people came here from the sky. So he went about putting his ladder back, which seemed to be more difficult than getting it out. After what may have been another eternity, it was done and Steve decided now that he was stuck here for the foreseeable future (pending someone yeeting him through a portal or opening the door) he started to pull more things out of his backpack.
Something which screamed "portable campfire" along with a folding chair, a Steve-sized tent, smore ingredients, and a stick. He also brought out a little stump and an equally small tv that he placed on the stump. Why does he have a stump you might ask? THAT's the question on your mind? Not any of the other Steve based shenanigans? He doesn't have a little table- and even if he did, nothing beats the aesthetics of a tiny TV on a stump. It just looked more au naturale that way. Once he was done with his campsite, Steve began to cook Smores.