Rap nods in thought,blinking as Dahnil becomes serious.Smiling happily as a fatherly wing encompasses the two, he listens with a furrowed brow to the old dragon's words.He seemed really worried about them...
As the wing retracts, the young navi nods, smiling at Dahnil reassuringly."No worries, I won't get near stuff like that," Rap pauses to rub the back of his head sheepishly."Besides, to be overprotective is my Operator's hat."Yelping in surprise as his seat suddenly fades and he falls onto the forest floor, Rap tilts his head,brow furrowing in concern.Was Grade hit with darkness?
Post by Hellbreaker on May 11, 2016 17:43:20 GMT -8
A screen appears before the navis, a sleepy looking human looking at them."*Yawwwwn*...Rap,bud,time to come home." Rap blinks,popping upwards."Ah, Vox, is it really time to go? What a way to disturb my flow." Vox chuckles."Sorry,Rap.You can explore more tomorrow, ok?"
The navi sighs,then nods, turning to the others and giving them a hug."It was nice to meet you two.Rest assured,our seeing eachother is far from through!!" Waving goodbye with a grin,he ports into his PET.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Oct 21, 2016 17:31:58 GMT -8
Grass. Trees. Playful friends. Prey. All of it was here, in the Forest Network. 1st was simply watching from the brush, his green color blending naturally with his surroundings. His stalking nature was only eerily coupled by his complete and utter silence. Only his mask was visible, some might mistake it for a mask just hanging onto loose branches. As he did, he wasn't just examining his surroundings, he was recording. He was gathering data, and compiling words and phrases into his audio mixer to use as voice.
In honesty, he was expecting to be caught, expecting people to grasp his face mask, so he could have an excuse to swing, oh how he wished he could crack a head right open. But sadly, this was not his task. His task was to just record and get out. But his urge to swing was just so... infectious. He rustled a bit, perhaps a bit too much. Would he draw attention? Probably.
She awoke, completely dazed and confused. She hurt, everywhere. She rolled over, and puked. Her body ached all over. Her armor was completely gone, and her clothes were tattered. She rolled over, tried to sit up and rubbed her eyes. Next to her, a pink candevil Virus sat next to her. Its candle was at her feet. Xylia looked at the virus, dazed.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Oct 21, 2016 19:20:47 GMT -8
1st saw an opportunity, a chance to do what he needed. Wordlessly, the navi stood tall from the brush, and stepped his almost... normal legs over towards the newcomer, ignoring her virus entirely. From that gas mask, he stared down at her. He examined every inch of her form, every detail. He memorized it. Silently, he reached for her ankles. What was he doing..?
He was trying to take her away! How rude, he didn't even introduce himself! But then, the dictaphone appeared over his shoulder, talking in a language learning software's voice.
Xylia started to panic as she was dragged away. She started scratching at the ground, her body still to week to do anything. She raised her hand to try and attack him with some kind of spell, but her voice could not get the words out of her mouth, and the power for the spell just was not there. It would not accumulate.
The pink Candle virus suddenly got upset. She huffed her little cheeks, her anger fueling her fire, which turned purple. She spit fire at the navi, dashing around behind the pair of navis, ran into the bushes, and began randomly spitting fireballs at the kidnapper's face.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Nov 15, 2016 8:32:12 GMT -8
(Sorry for such a massive delay, tonsillectomies suck.)
1st would take the first fireball to the face without even flinching, then the second. After the two, he looked over to the virus with death in his gaze. If the virus DARED to look back, it could probably feel fear for the first time. 1st then played out the audio of the President voice to start.
"Why are you doing this, huh? You some sort of hero, punk?"
Then the child's next, this one of a little boy...
And finally the woman in which he used before, still heavily chopped up in fragments to form a new sentence from old ones...
Xylia struggled against First Strong grip. However, she was too weak to do anything. It just made her body hurt to struggle.
"Please... Let me go..."
Xylia knew she was too weak. Her conscience began to fade in and out, from the lack of energy.
Cura charged up a fireball in her mouth... But after taking a look at first, she was nervious and hesitated. She wasn't sure she could get Xylia free. The look on Firsts Face scared ner slightly. She darted quickly to another bush, charging her fire, but waiting for an opening to strike...
Suddenly, there was a wizzing noise that flew past First's ear from in front of him and above. The sound of the bullet flying past First's head would lead the two navi's and the virus to look up.
Standing on a branch, about 15 feet off of the ground, was a navi clad in black armor. His cape was black, but something was off. He looked down at the navi's, his one Red eye stared directly at First with a piercing cold gaze. His other eye was Gold, and seemed to stare with more than just a piercing gaze... His armor was mesh like, and flexible. This navi was about 5'll, short, black hair with a silver and a blond streak in the front. He was of medium build, his legs were a bit muscular around his calfs and thighs. His arms were slightly buff, but his cloak seemed... different. His belt had several pickets, most notably one that had a small locket and a small teddy-bear pendant attached to it.
Most notably, the most notable thing about this navi was the pistol that was pointed directly at First's Face. The scowl on his face made it a point that he was not messing around. The look in his eyes showed that he was ticked.
"... Let her go..."
The gun glowed at the end of the barrel, meaning that he meant business.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Feb 4, 2017 23:31:35 GMT -8
'Look up' was a poor way to describe First's initial reaction to the newcomer. He slowly careened his face right at that barrel. Those cold, soulless pits for eyes in that mask piercing right into the gun holder's own being, as if he was staring into his soul, searching for something. First raised his tape recorder, and played a single audio file, for it was all he needed. The woman's voice called out, cheery as always.
So then 1st began counting, his mask moved as if he was counting, but no sound could be heard from it, as if his body was permanently muted. These kids didn't scare him, not one bit. It seemed as if he was growing agitated as well, perhaps a side effect of being calm and collected, forced to bottle one's emotions in their innermost recesses of their mind, an insistent gnawing that none could sate. If these two let him get to five, First would begin counting on his fingers as well, showing them their impending doom. Xylia was too important, she looked too much like the girl to give up. She was his only hope for his purpose here, and a bunch of wacked out kids wouldn't stop him.
The look in the gun wielder's eyes matched First's own. Though he betrayed no emotion, Den's cold eyes looked deep into First's, a dark, and deep anger slowly rising in his own eyes. His scowl never changed. He waited until First's count reached 9...
And then whipped his cloak around him, instantly making himself invisible. Well, almost. The cloak camouflaged itself to the surrounding branches and trees, making him near invisible, but he did make a noise as he jumped off the tree branch into the bushes.
He quickly made his way around the bushes, making noises here and there. He changed directions, and repeated the process few times. Finally, All was quiet..
Until Den reached forward, grabbing firsts arm, bushing on his wrist, forcing him to release his grip on Xylia. With a grunt and a heave, he pushed First away. He stood between First and Xylia, pulling his guns back out.
"I suggest you leave. I will not allow you to take the girl. I will not ask again."
He pointed both guns at First, Power building up in his guns.
Xylia's head hit the ground, and she nearly feinted. She managed to crawl backwards to a tree, where she laid there, dazed. Cura bolted to behind that tree, and waited, watching the new comer and First intently.
Cura was startled by the appearance of Serix, so much so she almost attacked. However this navi seemed to have been just as interested in watching the two strange navi's duking it out. She took the card, cautiously, and placed it in one of Xylia's pockets of her dress.
"I'm Cura, and I don't have the money to bet. I don't even know how or why we are here.
Cura Didn't move, however. This day was getting more strange... She looked back to the battle, now trying to make sure Serix wasn't going to surprise them either...
Seix visibly laughed as the one known as Cura addressed a lack of funds.
"Please, if I wanted your money, I'd be trying to sell you something. No, I'm not here for money. I'm here to recruit you into a secret program. Truth is, I've been looking for some navi's that need help. I will give whatever sort of aid you need. In return, I need you to simply commit yourself to the well-being of the net, in all aspects."
She wasn't sure if her bargain would hold any weight with these two, but she hoped that they were the upstanding sort.
"You don't need to respond right away. Take as much time as you need. When you're ready, you have the means to contact me. For now, let's just enjoy the bout."
Stumbling through the forest was a slim black navi, Guardian was in pain as data leaked from a small wound on her left shoulder, which her right hand was covering as she leaned on trees occasionally to catch her breath, she was unsure how long she's been on the net, or which net she was on but presumed forest. Since her fight with the Guardian virus she's been lost as communication with her netOp was unsuccessful for a time.
Eventually she came across two Navi's, after virus after virus, a Navi was a large relief. Stumbling forward as she ended up leaning along a tree by the two, heavily breathing as she spoke in an exhausted, low tone.
Falling onto a knee, she had no energy nor the means to escape, but she had no other option, as at this point another battle could very well be her last.
From out of the shadows on the opposing side of the meeting, a Navi in green, mirrored armor walks into the scene and leans up against a tree, crossing his arms as he does so. He then glances at each of the Navis in the area and raises a hand from his still crossed arms, waving them all away.
Edge: No, no; just pretend like I'm not even here.
Edge then looks at the girl lying on the ground with a half-smile while darting his eyes to Serix and Cura.