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Post by "Bill" on Sept 15, 2021 18:05:51 GMT -8
*It was another mellow day atop The Heap, as Embera exited the Geothermal connection. Coming to the mouth of the volcano where she was affixed, she whistled. On cue, a large green Spikey virus comes bounding from inside the crag, a warped, discolored staff in its mouth. Laying the staff at its feet, a white rag giving off an eerie, black glow warped around the staff raising it upright before a hand appeared, clutching it. It seemed her viruses were getting along well. Running her hair through its fur, Embera beckoned the duo along with her as she made her rounds along the top of the volcano. Seeing nothing unusual, she sat at the edge of the mouth, feeling the embers tickle at her feet. With a deep breath and a stretch, Embera leaned back on the Spikey, who laid down beneath her, a bristly pillow. She could feel the bristles singe and burn her skin, an unfortunate situation ever since Scruffy became exposed to infection. Their regenerative abilities far outpaced the pain, so they found harmony together. Enjoying her contentment, Embera watched the clouds overhead, the occasional belching of the volcano beneath her adding its own footnotes to the painting above her.*
Embera: This is the first time in a long time I've actually stopped and took in the calmness up here. It's always been virus busting guys. I hope you can enjoy some relaxation for however brief we can have it.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 18, 2021 13:20:03 GMT -8
...and that's when the sky flickers and changes, showing an ad for kitty litter across the whole of the heap.
Edge: Yeah, totally calm, right?
Behind Embera, reclining on a literal "heap" as if it was a lawn chair, is Edge. His care-free smile widens as he turns a remote in his hand towards the sky and clicks, returning it to its normal view.
Edge: And now that the 4th wall is broken; glad to see 'ya Embera. You really look like crap.
Edge just smiles, obviously proud of himself as he awaits Embera's response.... or his untimely death, both are good.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 18, 2021 13:31:50 GMT -8
*Embera's relaxation was cut rather short after all, being bombarded with incessant advertisements. Then he spoke, and Embera couldn't help but chuckle. Letting out a small sigh and giving a glance over to Edge, Embera remained placid.*
Embera: Thank you Edge, that's my face, I was born with it, very nice.
*She then let out a self-deprecating laugh, still relaxed leaning against Scruffy's back.*
Embera: So tell me Edge, what messes you been getting yourself into lately? Can you believe the absolute state of affairs today?
*Embera's foot plodded back and forth, almost as if she had a song in her head. Knowing Edge, he probably managed to actually put a song in her head.*
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 18, 2021 13:44:34 GMT -8
No death from above; splendid! Edge slides off of his rather uncomfortable lounge-chair, stands, and gives a quick stretch.
Edge: Me? Mainly looking for my adopted daughter, Nu. Have a feeling that I won't be finding her, though. God speed, you little blob of trouble.
Edge breaks his stretch and gives his arm a quick spin as if to loosen up.
Edge: Truth be told, I totally can. We both know that this kind of thing was bound to happen eventually. The difference being that you seem to have taken a hands-off approach, while I'm toasting marshmallows on the fire. Figure if I'm gunna' die, I may as well make fun of the guy holding the gun.
Edge finally stands in a relaxed position, his smile showing his pleasure with the situation that he finds himself in.
Edge: And what about you, girl glitch? Any meta-commentary as we all skip our merry way to hell in a handbasket?
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 18, 2021 14:20:06 GMT -8
*Embera merely handwaved the reference to a bygone era as she sat up to hear Edge out. When he stayed on topic, he was a good source of information, not letting petty things like story beats and plot holes stop him.*
Embera: I suppose you're right about that. I'm just getting sick of every plot twist being some sadistic stab at my emotional stability. I practically owe the people down below my life. It's one of those "who needs who more" things y'know? I wouldn't say it's a "hands-off approach, because I won. In a way, I agree with Zane's feelings. We got too many good guys that fight bad guys but not nearly enough that actually try to help. And even then, they only fight bad guys to try and loot the corpse. I've got enough loot, Edge. I like helping these people.
*Embera smiled fondly, remembering the kid with his brand new buster before recollecting her thoughts*
Embera:As for meta commentary, I find it so funny that chance winks and nods at me at the goofiest ways. I've never seen Galaxy Net but the humor is absolutely COSMIC
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 18, 2021 14:43:10 GMT -8
Edge just nods in approval at Embera's words, in a manner that's almost sarcastic.
Edge: Uh-huh, uh-huh, good. But hey; here's a thought: do 'ya really think that they left this place intact out of the goodness of their hearts? Nah, they're playin' you, and playin' this place at the same time. See, the truth is that there're some really shading things going down behind that curtain that you've been hemming up so neatly. Why else would this place need a body-guard of your caliber for it? I mean heck; even someone like me could do the job. Nah, they're planning something. Something big. And you just happen to be sitting riiiiight on the target....
Edge reaches out his hand and opens a window, pulling out... a cork board? On it are pins, colored yarn, and pictures of... wow, that's a lot of people and Navis. Embera, Zane, Genesis, the nameless jerk, Juno, JFK Junior, Rosso, MegaMan, Abraham Lincoln, and even a normal Navi.
Edge: At least that's my crazy theory. Feel free to join my Facecrook page about it.
Edge tosses the cork-board to Embera for... no real reason.
Edge: Nah, but seriously; you've got the right idea. We're both finding some real fufillment in what we're doing. The only difference is that you're protecting people and I'm throwing gas on the fire...
Another window opens, this time showing Edge using a hose to pour gas onto the semi-recent Forest Network fire.
Edge: ....sometimes literally.
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 18, 2021 18:25:15 GMT -8
*Embera raised an eyebrow as Edge went into Conspiracy mode. He always had this great way of seeing into things from a....unique perspective. Unfortunately, his theories always had one fatal flaw in their logic. That logic being Edge was absolutely insane and his train of thought cannot be trusted. Too baffled by intercepting the corkboard, Embera barely managed to get to her feet.*
Embera: YOU SET THE FOREST ON FIRE?! IS THERE ANYTHING LEFT?!? No..no, we will get to that eventually. First, I know this entire network inside and out. There's nothing here I am unaware of, and there is nothing that would catch me off-guard on this mountain.
*As if blessed with comedic timing, a small rumble shook beneath Embera's feet. As she kicked away some of the pebbles shaking around her heels, a large paw erupted from beneath her, rocketing her onto her back. She let out a yell in surprise, before a dreaded chill shot up her back.*
Embera: NO NO NO THIS PLACE IS SAFE YOU CAN'T BE HERE!
*But it could, and it was. With a loud snarl, gnashing of teeth, and slashing of claws, it rended Embera's body, consistently overpowering her every time she attempted to escape, indeed....Embera was being mauled by a bear.*
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 19, 2021 19:22:36 GMT -8
Edge... just blinks. He'd heard stories of Embera's bear-curse, but this was his first time seeing it for himself. It was glorious, disgusting, horrifying, awe-inspiring, and beautiful all at the same time. And it was also taking too danged long.
Still, a running gag is a running gag, and who was Edge of all people to put a stop to it? No, this would see itself through.
After the bear finally leaves, Edge bends down and helps a battered Embera to her feet, brushing her off as he does so.
Edge: Yeesh, still carrying the cold-curse I see. That stinks.
Edge puts his hands on Embera's shoulders to steady her, looks her over, and then pats her shoulders with a smile before stepping back.
Edge: And to answer your question: I didn't start the fire, and of course there's something left, Embera!
....Ashes are a thing, after all! Ah, but that would have to wait. The silver diamond-shaped mark on Edge's chest begins to flash red, provoking the mirror-armored Navi to put a hand on it and open a window. It's in this window that a live-stream of a burning building is shown.
Edge: Yeesh, all-points OEL bulletin: looks like Element City is still on fire, and they're calling for all able-bodied Navis to come and help before things go even farther south. Welp, guess I know where I'm going next.
Edge pulls a fireman hat out of thin air, and then pulls a suspiciously familiar firehose from the same.
Edge: Care to help out?
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Post by "Bill" on Sept 20, 2021 5:35:03 GMT -8
*Embera's lifeless body became reinvigorated when the bear left her alone. As she got to her feet, her wounds were fixed, addressing the situation with Edge.*
Embera: Turkey legs, man....
*She dusted herself off, before taking note of the video feed. Element City in trouble again... She left Zane to his own devices last time. The least she can do is try to help anyone in the city this time. She gave Edge a nod before leaving.*
Embera: Yeah, I'll be right there, please do not make this worse for me, Edge....
*And with a stretch of her shoulders, Embera beamed away for the city.*
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 20, 2021 6:11:32 GMT -8
Edge watches as Embera beams away. Still holding the hose.
Edge: ....welp, this one is on her for leaving me alone.
Edge begins to spray down the mountaintop with gasoline, whistling joyously the whole time. He then pulls out a match, lights it, and drops it on the ground while teleporting out. When she returns, Embera would find that the once snowy mountaintop is now on fire.
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