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Post by Raven8 on Apr 9, 2024 18:45:22 GMT -8
It's amazing just how far Navi kind will go in an attempt to emulate humanity. Case in point; despite all of the damage that had recently been done to Creamland and the net as a whole, a small establishment remains on the shores of this royal land. It appears to be a wooden shack built just beyond the sands of the nearby beach, nestled just far enough away to not become flooded at the simulated high tide, yet close enough to appear as though the virtual paint has been largely chipped away, and the wooden planks beneath worn down and dried by the salty air; a perfect replica of what some might call an old-fashioned nautical pub in the real world, and within this quaint and unique shack is a scene that wouldn't be too far from expectation. Walking through the door, anyone who enters would be greeted by a handful of wooden tables, each lit by a convincing emulation of an oil-lamp and hosting at least one heel Navi, occasionally more. Beyond that lies a modest sized bar that's hosted by a common green Navi who stands before a large shelving system full of bottles. Within each of these bottles are Mystery Data diamonds of various abnormal colors, each holding a largely benign bit of malware designed to slow a Navi's functions in various and temporary ways. However, before this bar also stand two Navis far more unique than the others within the pub.
The first Navi wears a heavy, black overcoat with bright green details, mirroring the colors of the the bicorne on his head, the boots on his feet, the gloves on his hands, and even the black, crested eyepatch over his left eye. As he moves, it's obvious that he has a cutlass and a blunderbuss attached to his belt, perhaps driving home the fact that he seems to be trying a bit too hard to match the old style often associated with privateers and other men of the sea from oh so long ago.
And if the first Navi took the look too far, the second practically falls into the realm of being a caricature of the archetype. This Navi's entire design drips with the theme of a pirate. He wears armor that appears close to a crimson-and-white overcoat, matching the bicorne that he wears sideways on his head to display a prominent skull symbol on the front. This hat's bill shades his eyes and obscures his black eyepatch while also framing his face, which appears of kin to a stylized metal skull. As he stands, he reaches forward slightly with an arm that ends in twin bladed hooks that meet at the end like a claw, snapping shut occasionally while his other arm, a large cannon, stands at the ready.
These two over-designed Navis stand in front of the bar yelling at one another with shows of aggression. The green and black Navi pulls out his cutlass and points it at the crimson-clad Navi, who in turn slams his cannon-arm down on the bar and points at the black and green Navi with his hooked-hand, stepping in closer as he does so. Between them are hurled threats and gestures of violence, yet the other patrons of this establishment and the barkeep all do their best to stay out of it all....
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Post by xoDeathy on Apr 12, 2024 18:40:59 GMT -8
"Gentlemen." Stepping in from the crowd was one unfettered by the events occurring before him. He wore a long robe pulsating with trims of energy, and an overcoat with various ruin-like adornments. He carried with him a long hammer, which he used like a cane to walk up a comfortable distance to the bickering pirates. Or at least pirate-esque Navis. Keksis had a singular eye in the center of his head that glowed with the same energy throughout his clothing. "What appears to be the problem?" Keksis had finally returned home to the damage of Creamland to conduct investigations of his own after achieving sufficient breakthroughs in his research. To say that saying his home in this state made him sad was an extreme understatement, but he was not one to let emotions guide his judgment. He always sought for the just and fair of actions, and aimed to do so here, too.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 12, 2024 19:38:42 GMT -8
With Keksis making himself known, the two Navis stop and grow silent for a moment, both slowly turning their eyes to the interloper with a... less than friendly expression.
The crimson-armored Navi locks his eye onto Keksis, narrowing it as he takes in the sight. Obviously the more aggressive of the two, he remains frozen in place as his eye looks Keksis up and down, then glares at him eye-to eye as his claw-hand snaps shut with a loud, cutting snap.
PirateMan: And what in blazes makes you think that we have a problem in the first place?
Then the second Navi turns his cutlass towards Keksis, pointing it rather casually at the Navi for a moment as he speaks.
Torrent: Yeah, did someone complain? We're having a conversation here, so you can get lost if you don't have anything useful to add.
Torrent then looks at PirateMan, both giving one more glance to Keksis before taking a seat at the bar, both turning just enough to very obviously keep Keksis in sight as they point to bottles on the shelves, signaling the barkeep to hand them over to the two surly Navis.
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Post by xoDeathy on Apr 13, 2024 9:43:23 GMT -8
"Who knows, I may very well have something useful to add depending on the subject." Keksis takes his hammer and mounts it to his back, walking over and taking a seat nearest to PirateMan at the bar, also signaling to the barkeep to just ask for a mini energy. "Judging from your united front against me, you two sound like acquaintances. Brothers in arms perhaps?" He knew someone like that. They didn't always see eye to eye, but he held a high respect for him because of his sense of selflessness and the resolve to his cause.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 13, 2024 15:00:41 GMT -8
The barkeep nods and grabs Keksis' order, sliding it down the bar to him without missing a beat as PirateMan scoffs loudly, picking up the bottle in front of himself and swaying it from side to side using his hooked claw.
PirateMan: Over my rotten corpse. As far as I'm concerned, the greatest news today would be if my "brother in arms" died a terrible death.
Torrent's eye narrows as he shoots a glare to PirateMan before slamming his hand down and gripping his bottle without actually lifting it.
Torrent: I admit that I wouldn't shed a tear to learn that your stomach had been ripped open by something that wanted to do the world a favor.
Torrent then looks past PirateMan to Keksis, addressing him instead of the pirate next to him.
Torrent: As I'd hope you'd already picked up, we're sworn enemies. I'm something of a treasure hunter and adventurer, while he's a worthless leech that preys on anyone that he can latch onto, taking their hard-gotten gain for himself.
PirateMan slams his bottle onto the bar, revealing that the small, black mystery data diamond within is now gone.
PirateMan: Then what's it say about you, when you always lose to a leech?
Torrent's eye slides over to PirateMan for a moment, glaring at the metallic skull that comprises his face before turning back to Keksis.
Torrent: ....we have a truce when we meet up here. We'll say what we want, but won't fight when we're here.
With that, Torrent glances over to the barkeep, who gives a quick nod while PirateMan breaks his silence again
PirateMan: It's only a "fight" when you can actually fight back, Torrent.
PirateMan signals to the barkeep, who slides down another malware diamond to the crimson Navi as PirateMan addresses Keksis, never taking his eyes off of the rack of data behind the bar.
PirateMan: So to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence this evening?
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Post by xoDeathy on Apr 13, 2024 15:32:29 GMT -8
"Ha, rivals then is it?" Keksis takes his own order and sips slow, savoring the soothing energy it provides. "That's almost just as good. Having someone propel you forward in any sense is a great thing to keep around. As for me.." He placed his mini energy back down for a moment. "I am Keksis. Creamland is my home and was the locale for my research station. Unfortunately, it didn't survive this complete annihilation, so I stopped in here for now to plan my next move. Looks like luckily the spot of truce between you two continues to stand strong." Keksis's research station was nothing phenomenal. He had access to incredible funding, but preferred to keep things modest. He wanted to confirm that it really was indeed gone, and that was sadly the case. He had an idea on where to set up next, but that would also prove troublesome.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 14, 2024 8:36:22 GMT -8
PirateMan looks to the barkeep and nods as Keksis speaks, prompting the normal Navi to slide over another bottle, which PirateMan quickly grasps in his bladed claw.
PirateMan: Interrupting us, and then can't even bother to tell a tale that hasn't been told a hundred times in this shack already.
Torrent looks down at the bottle in front of himself for a moment, contemplating something in silence for a time before turning his eye back to Keksis.
Torrent: We've all lost something to these darn invaders. PirateMan's ship was badly damaged and is still in repair. My vessel took a bit of damage, but worse than that is several of my companions were lost at sea.
PirateMan slams his claw down with his newly ordered bottle clenched within, now empty like the previous one.
PirateMan: You mean to say your dinghy took damage.
Torrent closes his eye and sighs at PirateMan's remark, but then continues to address Keksis over the nautical Navi.
Torrent: Research station, eh? What kind of research do you do?
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Post by xoDeathy on Apr 14, 2024 13:52:52 GMT -8
Keksis finishes his drink, allowing the barkeep to take the glass away. "I suppose that is fair scrutiny, everyone here has indeed lost something as a result." He turned to look at Torrent finally, his sole eye radiating with life. "I specialize in battle chip research, and their ability to open a connection to a realm beyond our own or the humans'. I am not limited in solely chip research however, I've also designed a vast series of armor for Navis that have contracted for me to do so." His aforementioned friend was one of the people he created the most armor for, in order to help his cause. There was also the subordinate of his old chief in command, but he hadn't seen her lately since he defected. "Adventuring seems to be extra dangerous around this time, do you both find it difficult in your line of work currently?" Keksis was curious to hear if they were running into the same issues as the other continents were, or if Creamland was rather more of the quiet front after its destruction, and these two men were the best to ask such a question.
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