....whew, this place was definitely worse for the ware. That huge attack really did a number on... well, everything. So what exactly was it? Probably Nightshade's fault, somehow. But that's a question for another time... in like 60 seconds, to be precise.
A beam of light, and a green Navi with mirrored armor touches down. He looks around and whistles to himself, looking down the hallways of the wrecked prison with wide eyes. White saw-blades appear on the sides of his feet and he starts to slowly "skate" his way down the rubble, taking in the destruction as he yells out;
Post by Nightshade on Aug 10, 2021 11:40:59 GMT -8
"Oh the world finally exploded? Sorry green lantern, I was too busy rotting all alone down here to notice." Nightshade replied to Edge with the same amount of sarcasm the other guy gave him. The navi remained on his half collapsed bunk bed, staring at the wall.
All in all he was doing fine, outside of being confined alone inside an empty prison for an indefinite amount of time with no way out...well...until the world exploded apparently. If anything, the only real thing he missed was the world ceasing to exist, which apparently happened. Which begged another question.
"So, if the world is kaput where exactly are we now? You know, there was supposed to be a netopia net around I think, considering who brought me here." The feline navi fixed his scarf and ruffled his hair, pointing his violet eyes to the shining green navi.
"Good news though! Greiga curse gone!" He added, still sarcastic. "replaced with permanent greiga themed bugs in my code, at least I'm not dying though. Still, would be better if I either got my Juuka powers back or find a non destroyed cell to stay in once my body inevitably farts out of existance too."
Edge just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, reaching Nightshade's cell door as he does so.
Edge: Yeah... turns out the badguys are actually badguys, and they did badguy things. Who'd have thought? Now stand back, this is gunna' be awesome.
Edge holds up a hand and drops the visor of his helmet over his eyes. His wrist sparks and a white buzz-saw of energy takes form. With a steady hand, he moves it forwards and begins cutting into the bars of Nightshade's cell as if working with a power-tool. The bar sparks, the saw blade shines a brilliant light, and at long last.... the bar is still there, unscratched.
Edge raises his visor and gives a puzzled and incredulous look at the bars.
Edge: ...huh, okay then. Guess it's time for plan B...
A green light emits from Edge's arm, and a chain with a bladed end launches out towards the jail cell. Edge grabs it, wraps it around one of the bars several times, and then proceeds to launch numerous white energy saws that travel along it and take their place in the coils.
Edge: ....A LITERAL CHAIN-SAW!
Edge laughs maniacally and begins to pull on opposing ends of the chain in rhythm, causing the chain of buzz saws to rattle and saw into the bars. The green-clad Navi then stops and admires his work.... a single scratch.
Edge: ....yeesh, what the heck did they plan on containing with these bars? Your mom?
Edge, now lost in thought and rubbing his chin as he stares intently at the bars, suddenly reaches his hand through the bars and stretches the bladed edge of his chain towards Nightshade, obviously offering it to the feline Navi.
Edge: Got it. Take this and attach it to the bars on your window and we'll have you lose in no time.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 11, 2021 17:03:40 GMT -8
"You do know I'm a danger to society, yes?" Nightshade replied, stretching and hopping off of his perch. "Technically I started all of this and more. Are you sure you want to get me out?"
The feline walked over to the other navi and grabbed the offering, doing what he was instructed to do. "If this is some kind of atonement thing, I doubt I can help. I could barely do something when I still had my Juuka powers, I doubt I can do much like this."
He put the saw chain thing on the bars Edge pointed at and tried to pry them open. "Also, you have not answered my question, sparky. If the world exploded where exactly do we go from there? Unless you want me to jump into a void which to be quite honest with you isn't far from the craziest thing I have seen or done."
Edge, still very busy working on his new project, answers Nightshade with a smile while keeping his attention elsewhere.
Edge: See, that's just the thing; I have no reason to do this at all. Just knew that you were here, and figured it'd be fun to break 'ya out.
Edge starts backing away from Nightshade's cell, pulling the chain taught and only adding a few links with each step. He raises a thumb, closes one eye, and begins to line himself up while sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth.
Edge: And to answers; who cares? Do you really just want to just sit here and rot away with the world? Nah, I'm going to have some fun while everything burns; go out with no regrets. If a void opens up and it looks like fun, you'd better believe that I'll jump into it. And speaking of jumping....
Finally reaching the back wall of the prison, Edge crosses his arms and forms a pair of massive sawblades on his wrists, leaning backwards as far as possible to keep the green, glowing chain as taut as possible.
Edge: ...might wanna' step back.
Edge retracts the chain as quickly as he can, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket as he's launched down the prison hallway at break-neck speed, his newly formed pair of sawblades held forward. It takes only a few short seconds for the now screaming green Navi to close the gap, at which time he recoils his arms, and then thrusts them both forward at the last possible second, slamming his twin saw-blades into the bars with every bit of force and strength that he has in his body
....about five minutes later, Edge wakes up on the ground. His mirrored armor is cracked, he has a concussion, and the world smells of bacon for some stupid reason. He slowly brings his hands to his face, lets out a sigh, and rolls onto his side with some effort.
Edge sits himself up, grabs the bars of the prison, and brings himself to his feet. With one hand on his head, he reaches out, dislodges one of the prison's metal bars, and examines it with an incredulous look on his face.
Edge: Seriously, what did they plan on keeping in this place?
Edge returns the bar to its housing, turns around, and slumps down into a seated position outside of the cell, obviously nursing a very significant headache at this point.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 11, 2021 17:41:53 GMT -8
"A juuka, probably. The didn't get the memo that Rosso stole my thing. That or they simply knew that without Greiga boosting my strenght I wouldn't be able to pry the cell open, in which case they are quite smart."
Nightshade was once again on his bunk bed, hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling, rather unimpressed with Edge's shenanigans. "I sound like a broken record, but it aaaaaall comes down to my beast powers. Well I am technically a glitchy mess so really can't fault me for skipping beats."
The feline seemed still somewhat happy. "Thanks for the try I guess. If anything it's nice to be able to talk with someone. After all this time in silence I was really beginning to go crazy. It is also nice to know someone remembered me."
The feline flopped down of his perch again and began pacing around his enclosure. "By the way, if the world exploded I assume Vanguard kicked the bucket? Do you know who's alive still?"
Edge just laughs and shakes his still aching head, keeping it in his hand the whole time.
Edge: It might be the concussion, Fursuit, but it really sounded like you're still harping on Griega again.
Edge reaches up and grabs the bars, pulling himself upright while still keeping his back to the cell.
Edge: Here's a reality check; the dog and the bird were taken by the badguys without any fuss, while other monsters have been a real threat. Griega itself isn't currently considered a threat, but you still think that something's going to change if you suddenly re-gain mystical puppy powers?
Edge just laughs under his breath for a moment and sighs. After regaining his composure, he reaches back and pulls out the bar that he loosened before, then another, and then another. One by one the metal bars resonate a harsh ringing noise as they fall from Edge's hands and onto the metal floor, rolling in random directions and coming to a rest in the littered hallway. After a few moments, the jail cell has an opening more than large enough for Nightshade to slip through. With the final bar in hand, Edge finally turns his head back, revealing an already swollen shut black eye and a smile.
Edge: I was gunna' keep joking around at this point, play a few more games and have a few more laughs before finally breaking you out. Now... now I just feel sorry for you. And not because 'ya lost your dog, no. I guess it's true what they say; all Juukas lose their minds, eventually.
Edge turns his back to Nightshade again and pushes off against the few remaining bars to stand upright. He raises his hand and tosses the last bar over his shoulder, lobbing it at Nightshade's feet where it makes one final, sharp clanging noise that somehow echoes even louder than the bars before it.
Edge: Feel free to go find out who all's still out there, Nightshade. Maybe you'll find whatever spirit 'ya had before Griega apparently ate it. See 'ya.
Edge gives one last wave, and then walks down the hallway of the prison, leaving without any more fanfare, jokes, or noise. In his wake, he leaves only a free Nightshade and the silence of a cold, dead jail.