Long, long ago, a city stood high above the ocean. Set atop a gigantic pillar that raised it to the sky, this city was one of the great treasures of the net; a place on the cutting edge of technology, and one of the strongest city-centers in existence.
...until its sudden and untimely destruction.
In an instant, the great city fell to a power unrivaled, and left the world upon which it once stood scarred and burning, leaving behind nothing more than smoldering wreckage and broken data. Nothing stood save the monolithic wreckage of the once proud city and the abyssal gashes left in the wake of its destruction.
This memory, this vision, is what reflects the scene of today. A smaller, lesser city on the outskirts of Electopia now burns in the wake of a deadly force in a manner similar to what happened to the fabled city of old, a power brought to bear against it in an instant and leaving the world of those who once called it home scattered to the wind. Now all that remains is the wreckage of shattered lives and the chaotically dancing orange-red light produced by fires that even now refuse to stop their feast of carnage on the remaining structures. Smoke fills this battle-scarred land, and in the cascading plumes of black stands one figure. Watching.
Post by Nightshade on Apr 17, 2019 23:48:35 GMT -8
Returning there reopened old wounds. The spectacle in his eyes reminded of how utterly irrelevant he was in the grand scheme of things. Powers beyon what he could grasp, Powers that he tried opposing to...and failed.
Still, he had a few things to do there, some things he missed. He had alot of loose ends both here and around Netopia, but before doing that, he wished to return to ground zero. Or, well...one of the many.
The devastation was...sad to witness but not totally disliked. Since his data infection by the fangs of a particular Cybeast he found destruction...quite enjoyable sometimes. Usually that liking of his poked around at the wrong times...pushing him into wrong decisions and wrong situations.
Tip tap tip tap. The navi's feet claws scratched the ground as he walked, tail swishing in low arcs just above the ground. He didn't notice any other presence behind him, he wasn't expecting any survivor. Perhaps a couple scavengers, but that was about it.
In the smoke and flames before Nightshade, the figure looks out, giving the new face a careful once-over. High enough power to meet expectations, but still; something was very wrong. Given this much carnage, surely the officials would have dispatched a team, or at the very least a combat Navi with the purpose of scouting. This Navi seems... unfocused, uninterested. Still, such a guise could be a trap.
So best to spring this trap first.
As Nightshade approaches the epicenter of the chaos, towering pillars of explosive force erupt out behind and around him, rising towers of roaring destruction to the sky and cutting off the one path into the clearing. All that remains now is the golden-orange wall of flame that encompasses what is now obviously a battlefield. The stage is set, and one player has taken to the stage. Now for the second....
?: There was a time when Navis knew better than to enter into a place like this alone.
The voice would be unfamiliar to Nightshade, one that he'd not heard before. It was booming, rising above the roar of the fires, yet also composed, not at all yelling. But most of all, it was in control. By this point, Nightshade would be able to see a figure in the burning rubble before him, walking among the flames as if it were steam in a sauna, and looking through the shining orange fire with burning, green eyes.
?: Times have definitely changed.
A single, purple-clad foot meets the laughing inferno's breach, stepping into the smoke-hazed battlefield to herald a visage known well for this trademark destruction. However, this herald sings an unfamiliar song on this day. Legs far thinner and more robotic than expected follow this step, and bring out a decisively mechanical figure. Two large artillery pieces sit at his sides, rested as arms at the ready. On his head is a large, protruding cannon that is framed by a pair of circular shoulder-pads with red hatches on each. Below this cannon sits a pair of piercing green eyes, burning with a focus that Nightshade likely had not encountered by this point in his life; the combined effectiveness of a strategist and a combat specialist in one, ready not for battle, but for war. And these eyes lay their gaze squarely on Nightshade's own.
NapalmMan.EXE: And you're going to show me just how much.
Turn Total: 4 posts each beyond this post. More if the combatants agree. Story version: Off, unique forms allowed. Judge: Single
Nightshade raised an eyebrow at his situation. Hm. Weird. Well, he supposed some of the old guard was still kicking. Sharkman was around after all. THis guy seemed just as ancient.
"Sorry to break the news but I ain't no ordinary navi." He barked back, examining the flames around him. "I thought my appereance would be a dead giveaway. In case the greenish teal clotes don't ring a bell, I'd suggest you to leave me be. Those who didn't usually got injured or deleted as a result of my or other's actions. Juukas don't make for nice friends."
He held the stare, glaring even. Since his change he no longer found confrontation to be problematic for him. His body craved destruction. Perhaps it was so to appease the Beast. Well, the fragments of it permanently embedded in his code and cause of his bugs, problems and not so recent infection.
Nightshade's tail swung more rapidly, claws digging in the ashes. "And just in case you're trying some kind of scare tactic, rest assured I have been aquainted with beings far beyond our reach more than once. Someone like you doesn't faze me, purple man. I've been face to face with Forte enough times to actually understand what is worty of my fear and what isn't."
Forte, Rosso... he did meet alot of big people. Nighshade had no idea what this guy's deal was or what role he had. Was he one of Rosso's lackeys? Perhaps one of Gate's goons in WWW? No matter.
"And if you think a firewall is enough to contain the monster that I am, then you're already a lost cause. Honestly, you're lucky I'm the new one in the lineage. My predecessors wouldn't have been this...controlled."
Those with acute hearing would make note of a set of clicks resonating from NapalmMan's artillery as he stands looking Nightshade over, considering his words. His eyes narrow slightly before he looks the cat Juuka directly in the eyes once again.
NapalmMan: I fought the original Juuka, I fought the Gospel Juuka, the Falzer Juuka, the Life Virus Juuka, the Alpha Juuka, and even your predecessor with Griega.
NapalmMan raises his cannons level and braces his stance, ready to begin this confrontation in earnest.
NapalmMan: I know how they act, and luck has nothing to do with it. I can already tell that this "Juuka" of yours isn't real.
NapalmMan calls Nightshade's bet and opens the battle. With a flash of golden-orange fury, torrents of fire burst out from both of NapalmMan's main artillery pieces. The two torrents of fire aren't aimed directly at Nightshade, but rather on either side of him as something of a warning shot. This would also be Nightshade's first clue as to NapalmMan's weaponry; being so close, it would be obvious that this fire wasn't normal; it burns far hotter than common flames, and it comes from a sticky, liquid fuel source that was being released gallon after gallon; a fuel source that burns its way through the very pavement as it splatters about and drops abnormally hot golden flames. Napalm, just like the Navi in question's name implies, is the source of the flames, and far more dangerous and far hotter in this context than common fires.
Finishing up the flamethrower strike, NapalmMan rears back and lobs a set of compact bombs into the air. Each one flies upward before landing in a line down the center, exploding on impact and destroying the ground, leaving gaping holes in the pavement and the same golden-orange flames surrounding. They land one at a time before landing on Nightshade's position and falling even farther beyond, boxing the Juuka in even farther.
Nightshade didn't seem impressed by the display. After all the awe inspiring combat he had seen, stuff like that seemed quite dull. Two taps of his feet claws onto the ground and the stage was set and locked into AquaPanels, said water high enough to nibble at the navi's ankles.
"So you've fought the others. Interesting. Explains why you don't see me as a threat. I never housed the Beast inside me. Only fragments. Even then, most of my power came from someone's scheming. Still, even though I might not be able to BeastOut now it doesn't mean my body didn't learn from the experience."
One backflip was more than enough to avoid one of the bombs, kicking would take care of another one that came a little too close for comfort.
"Of one thing you can be sure of though. I plan to retake my Juuka powers back even if it kills me. I've been used and stepped on enough in my life, it's time to demand some respect. This is you final warning. I have no time to waste here. Leave me be or I will make you do so myself."
Nighty's center of mass lowered into a battle stance as the navi floated above water. He knew this guy would stubbornly pursue whatever this was, so the only way out would be to put some damage to send a message.