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Post by "Bill" on Nov 9, 2017 20:33:46 GMT -8
*Creamland was unlike anything she saw the last time she was here. KnightMan's Reconstruction efforts paid off in spades after all. She clanged along, walking as she did, with the familiar gnashing of her greaves scraping her boots. Taking note of all the Creamland Knights in the vicinity, Embera felt almost awash in embarrassment as her armor stuck out like an Electopian thumb, almost offensively. The one benefit of the armor was that no one could see her embarrassed face through her visor. She made her way to a parkside pond before removing her helmet and gazing out on the lake. She was different from these Knights, but she still considered herself a better bulwark, forged to a higher caliber than those who dotted the countryside. She felt at peace with that outlook, and enjoyed the air actually hitting her face.*
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Post by Nightshade on Nov 10, 2017 6:41:57 GMT -8
After a while, a familiar tip tapping reached her ears. a set of claws in grey open toed boots stopped in front of her. Looking up from the feet paws, a black catsuit with green markings, a tain and light armor. The little cat navi she met earlier was standing right in front of her, slowly wagging his tail. Now that she had a good look at him, she would notice how lean and sleek he was. Typical
"H-hey there." He chimed, hopping over to her right and sitting down beside the navi in armor. "I didn't know you came here. It was kinda hard to find you, Lady Embera. Fortunately I had some help. Something on your mind?"
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 10, 2017 8:06:05 GMT -8
....Nightshade would have no real chance to react as a cool, cutting wind suddenly whips into the area and focuses around where he stands. The wind roars in like a flood of water and engulfs Nightshade as a bright green tornado takes form around him, lifting him up and throwing him a few blocks away in one swift motion.
Embera would likely recognize this calling-card, and the Navi who did it would need no introduction to her. Limping out from around the corner of a nearby building and walking on a cane, TornadoMan waves with his free hand and makes his way towards Embera.
TornadoMan: Got rid of the furry. Was he bothering you? It's fine either way as he was bothering me.
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Post by Nightshade on Nov 10, 2017 11:02:06 GMT -8
Much to the dismay of TornadoMan, Nightshade was always quick on his feet. Recovering from the wind blast he popped right back on his paws and zipped back over to Embera and the new arrival, stopping right to their left. he crossed his arms and tapped is foot paw on the ground.
"You sure don't know how to make a good first impression." He stated with a serious stare. "You're lucky it's me you blasted away. You'd be deleted otherwise if it were someone not so keen on your rudeness."
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Post by "Bill" on Nov 10, 2017 11:14:32 GMT -8
*Embera's calm gaze never shifted, only her smile dying down as Nightshade appeared. She wasn't the sharing type, and certainly not to one so naive as to call her "Lady." Her acknowledgement would be postponed, however as the winds began to pick up. "here he comes." She thought, without shifting her eyes and now dulled face. Her armor made her unmoveable in the small tempest and simply stared at the shaking pond, oblivious and uncaring of Nightshade's condition. Simply nodding to TornadoMan and with a sigh, she finally spoke.*
Embera:Its fine. How are you holding up?
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 10, 2017 11:23:54 GMT -8
TornadoMan just glances over to Nightshade, giving a wry smile as he does so.
TornadoMan: I give the best first impressions.
TornadoMan then turns her attention back to Embera, nodding as he does.
TornadoMan: Same as always. For once I'm not actually seeking you out though, I'm staying in Creamland while they do some research on my condition and happened to see you touch down, so I figured I'd say hello.
TornadoMan then semi-waves as he turns away, still looking to Embera.
TornadoMan: Won't keep you though. I know that you probably want to forget how we know each other by this point, which is fine. Hope to see you around some time.
Now with a full wave, TornadoMan turns back to the direction that he'd just come from, limping away slowly.
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Post by "Bill" on Nov 10, 2017 11:36:57 GMT -8
*Embera winced slightly as TornadoMan referenced his condition. It was a ghastly sight, and she knew it could have only gotten worse. He was kind of right though, but how they met wasn't exactly important now that they DO know each other. Turning her head, she called back to him.*
Embera: So you found out about me and him, huh?
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 10, 2017 13:59:10 GMT -8
TornadoMan stops, turns back, and looks back to Embera. His eyes already tell what he's about to say, but he states it regardless.
TornadoMan: All that I know is what we've already talked about before. Why, are you two dating now or something?
...that thought is only held for a moment as TornadoMan laughs to himself, still leaning on his cane.
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Post by "Bill" on Nov 10, 2017 14:11:48 GMT -8
*Her stoicism crumbled at TornadoMan's insinuation of her. She let out a guffaw that was only amplified by her armor rumbling. If she were drinking, he'd be sprayed. Finally gathering herself, she sighed, thankful that he was able to lift her mood. She nodded and, through some stray chuckles she could tell him the story.*
Embera: NapalmMan is free. He was relieved to hear me say you were still alive. I talked at him a lot, he was worse for wear, but the proud old dog wouldn't even take a safe place to gather himself even. I just got so mad that the iron-fisted man I looked up to was just so....defeated. During our talk, I realized that...I could beat him, Tornado...If I chose to, NapalmMan would have been nothing but a myth, and after about an hour of happiness of my own growth, I felt hollow.
*Her cheery tune then got uncharacteristically cold. For a Fire navi, she was frigid. him she almost exploded just thinking his name, but she knew she had to speak.*
Embera: He also revealed to me that MagicMan had a hand to play in his capture, and lead me in a wild-goose-chase away from him. I will obliterate him when I find him. Immediately.
*Her eyes saw his cane, and she looked at the concealment for his condition, and she then looked worried. Genuinely worried. She refused to ignore the elephant in this guy being much worse for wear.*
Embera: How are you holding up? You told me that...he was keeping it at bay, what now?
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 10, 2017 14:37:22 GMT -8
TornadoMan listens to Embera, but a glint of doubt appears in his eye. He interrupts the Solar Empress before she can move on to MagicMan, interjecting his thoughts on the matter.
TornadoMan: ...so after all of our years of tying, he's just... free? Wow, that really makes me feel trivialized. But let me just add one thing on your thoughts: you're one of the strongest Navis that I've ever known, Embera. I'm not too proud to say possibly even stronger than me when I could still fight. But Napalm... don't count him out too far. He has always had a way of bouncing back, and even when you think that he's weak, he can really surprise you. That's pretty much the whole reason that I kept looking for him for so long.
...but that's when Embera continues into her explanation on MagicMan's deeds. This... this was not what he'd thought that he would hear.
TornadoMan: ...I...
TornadoMan just shakes his head... first he'd spent years searching for his old leader, and now he learns that the Navi that he'd been looking with was actually the reason for the situation in the first place. At this point he had no reaction to give. TornadoMan seems to crumple slightly, his shoulders dropping as his face drops to his hand. Literally everything that he'd held onto was now lost to him... entirely.
TornadoMan: ...it's progressing.
That's all that he could bring himself to say. At this point his entire life felt like the punchline to a bad joke, one that he himself didn't find funny.
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Post by Nightshade on Nov 10, 2017 17:59:30 GMT -8
The little cat navi silently curled up himself, sitting next to Embera. Staying in complete silence, not knowing what they were talking about, his eyes turned worried when he saw TornadoMan droop.
"H-hey M-Mister, are you feeling alright?"
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Post by "Bill" on Nov 11, 2017 7:45:36 GMT -8
*Embera's solemn demeanor met Tornado's own. She knew what it meant, but she could not be stoic and unmoving to the fellow who so cheerily steered her towards realization. She did her best to extend that courtesy to him. *
Embera: When you're done in Creamland stop by the Heap. And....keep me updated.
*Embera pointed out her finger, as her contact data streamed over to TornadoMan*
Embera: If I find out even YOU'RE too proud to ask my help, I'll kill you myself. Take it easy and let the workers do their job. I'll look into something on my end. Maybe the OEL. Nighty, lets go, catch me up on the NIA on our way back to the Heap
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Post by Nightshade on Nov 11, 2017 7:48:17 GMT -8
The little cat navi nodded. "Right...I'm coming with you this time."
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 11, 2017 7:57:05 GMT -8
At this point winded by realization to the point of near exhaustion, TornadoMan just gives a nod and a wave. He wouldn't be above asking for help, but at this point it would be like asking for help moving the network itself; despite any power, it's still something that can't just be done.
Turning away, the once swift and adept fighter returns to where he'd come from, now more ready than ever to simply let it all come to a close.
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Post by Zane on Nov 11, 2017 13:06:56 GMT -8
It would be a bit late, as they left even. But things felt... strange. The 'air' that was around them, the environment that they lived in that so closely mirrored the real world now... everything. And it only got stranger. Everything looked normal on the surface at first. But the world around them changed. The very landscape and code of the entire network seemed to change and run on a completely foreign code now that had never been seen before. And that wasn't getting to the area itself. It would be noticed straight away that it was quickly expanding all over. In fact, everyone in Creamland would even 'feel' it now. Parts of themselves all being altered. But there was nothing that changed its function, rather they felt it wash over them... and then nothing at all. Had nothing happened? And what even was happening here?
But even stranger was that moments after, everything returned to normal. It was back to the standard code that would have been spotted when they first looked here. The formatting of the area itself was back to normal. And even the feeling that washed over Creamland seemed to have disappeared, now all without a trace whatsoever. But TornadoMan and anything that would be able to investigate the situation later would all notice that the source of it all appeared to be coming from Nightshade himself.
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