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Post by notegg on May 18, 2011 11:33:06 GMT -8
[FINALE] [00B4D7] In an almost reaction Finale began to hug Trance's legs, eyes still closed, and moaned some unintelligible gibberish.
Finale:IonOnononononononIooooooooon...
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Post by Raven8 on May 18, 2011 14:57:10 GMT -8
*The blue Navi stares blankly at Trance for a moment, glancing down to Finale as the Navi latches to Trance's leg and begins to spout gibberish
?: The boy, he seems alright to me.
*The Navi then raises his eyes back to Trance*
?: Have you any more mindless ramblings to share?
*Crossing his arms, the Navi gives a partial glare to Trance. This Navi has a very obvious arrogance to his very nature, though it is also slightly more subtle than most Navis of the same type. However, it seems impossible to tell just how well this Navi can back it up. His overall design looks almost ridiculous to say the least. His body appears to be designed like a turbine-engine, which gives him a very awkward shape. To add to this, his head appears to be half-sunken into his torso, revealing only his eyes. However, the large propeller visible in his chest gives off a slightly menacing feel at the same time....*
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Post by Snakeskin on May 18, 2011 15:55:00 GMT -8
For a moment, Xyzillentz allowed himself to forget the suspicious figures watching him from afar to confront the large, ridiculous-looking navi that had so rudely collided with his comrade.
"Considering the fact that your eyes seem to be the only thing on your face, I'd assume you could use them to look where you're going. This place is practically deserted; it shouldn't be a problem for you to find a way around us." In a mocking fashion, the toxic tempter ran a hand slowly and sensually down his side. "Or maybe you liked what you saw and couldn't resist touching? While I can't blame you, you must know there's a protocol that has to be followed. The art of seduction is sacred, you know. Or sacrilegious... not much of a difference to me."
Xyzillentz turned back to his newfound friend. He laid a hand gingerly upon Trance's shoulder. He spoke in a softer tone, noticeably affectionate. "The art of acting, however, eludes you, dear." He leaned in almost uncomfortably close to the wetsuited boy. "Remind me to give you lessons sometime."
He returned his attention to the blue navi, crossing his arms as his body turned. "Now if you'd like to flirt properly or have a legitimate, civil discussion, I'm sure we're all ears." Never mind the fact Xyzillentz didn't technically have any. "But if you're just going to keep whining and complaining, I have one thing to say to you, fan-freak..." A pause for emphasis. "...Blow me."
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Post by Raven8 on May 18, 2011 17:24:17 GMT -8
*It didn't take long for the blue Navi to tired of Xyzillentz and his flirtatious nature... and with those final words, a more perfect invitation could not be given. Glaring slightly and laughing under his breath, the wind Navi's plot comes out*
?: You talk far too much for my taste. However, in regards to your request; that, I can do.
*The Navi clenches his fists and plants his legs, taking a firm position as the fan within his chest blazes to life. With the sound of a jet-engine screaming, this air-based Navi kicks up hurricane-force winds across the beach, focusing them like a giant beam through his chest and into a forward-facing cyclone. The raw power and force released tosses Xyzillentz like a leaf, sending him flying backwards at break-neck speeds untill at last he's blown clear off of the beach. The resulting wind kicks up a sizable sand-storm, battering everyone in the area due as the Navi turns back to Trance after shutting down his fans, acting almost as though nothing had happened*
AirMan: With the garbage blown away, where were we?
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Post by Genesis on May 18, 2011 18:37:21 GMT -8
*And there was Amethyst with her usual questions. Though he figured she wouldn't much mind if he ignored the rhetorical question as he kept his distance from the beach. He didn't feel like walking into the sand, but before long, that sort of wasn't an option. Without a word, he moved aside from his spot as the wind and sand kicked up and was blown into a sandstorm that lashed out at anyone in the area. Though he had moved, he obviously hadn't completely gotten out of the way, having sand on various places of his armor.*
"So much for 'not' getting sand all over myself. Still, that looks like fun. Why don't you go join in? No one's around for you to say that it'd be putting you in too much spotlight. Plus I have your back this time too."
*If he didn't have a mask on, it would have been obvious that he was smirking after he said that last part. Of course he had her back. Of course with the snake gone, that left the other guy he was watching and then the walking engine over there too. He rather preferred the walking engine than the other two though in all honestly. Aggression, power of course, and probably enough aggression to hit people for talking to much or showing off much like the snake was. Well, the snake was doing a lot of things, but he wasn't sure if showing off was one of them. As for the aggression, well, it made approaching him difficult. That was what Purple--Amethyst, was there for though. She should be able to approach the navi just fine. He'd enjoy the show for the most part either way.*
"Wonder how far that other guy went...."
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Post by Ion on May 22, 2011 9:18:08 GMT -8
Glancing down at Finale’s sudden vital form blankly, as he suddenly gained an attachment to his leg. The broken murmurs of the crashed navi’s filled the air momentarily and a snap of disdain broken in Trance’s mind for the barest of moment. This navi had been absolutely comatose throughout the entirety of Xyz’s and his conversation and yet now at the perfectly wrong time for his scheme to possibly work he came back to life. ’What terrible timing...’ Half to himself and half to anyone who was around Trance murmured, ”Onions indeed....”
With that ruse now perfectly ruined, Trance was utterly surprised when Xyz sidled up next to him and offered him support; both currently and in the future. Grinning with interest at his offer for acting lessons, and at his own failed scheme he replied, “It would seem that I’m not as adept as I would like, that’s a lovely offer.” Trance then watched Xyz in full form tackle that problem that he himself was incapable of diffusing properly. But things quickly turned sour...
Eyes opening wide as the navi immediately planted himself and directed an insanely powerful beam of wind straight towards Xyz, he himself was caught up in the eddies and weaker side winds associated with being so close to the short navi’s target. Pulling his scarf up over his mouth and nose, Trance took the only option he could see immediately. Diving with the winds to his back, he kicked a surfboard out of its sandy support and with a deft flick of his hands directed it into the bottom of wind tunnel. Sending it rocketing after Xyz and wherever he may land. Hoping against chance that they land roughly in the same place and Xyz can take advantage of it, the board offered an easier chance of returning then swimming the distance.
Planting himself in a kneeling position and entirely forced to close both eyes as the flying flecks of sand lay havoc on his senses; stinging bites through the thin wetsuit, a hideous howl, and eyes all but blinded in the bedlam. Finally as it subsided he wiped his eyes before opening them and rising to his feet, Trance could feel the crusty sand break away from him and his hair loosed more with the slightest of shakes. Mind working in overdrive now, Trance could immediately see the vast difference in power between the two navi’s, it would seem his arrogance wasn’t entirely from a sense of entitlement but also earned from confidence...Piecing together the shreds of this encounter, this navi had very unique battle systems that unlike regular wind elementals seemed to be quite capable of being directly focused. The problem remained that the focused beam also triggered storms along the beach...formidable.
A moment arose as he debated leaving the situation behind all together, since he didn’t actually care about displays of rudeness towards himself, like water off a ducks back, it simply afforded him the opportunity to play and his first already failed. But the direct attack on Xyz really dug at him. The new friend was extraordinary and leaving after he’d been slapped in the face like that would simply not be acceptable in Trance’s mind. So...playtime.
Interestingly enough even after seeing such impressive power his own confidence was not wavering; why let another’s confidence shatter your own after all? “I’ve seen real trash...he’s not.” said Trance curtly. Immediately seeing how weak and moot those words seemed he simply moved on to the heart of the matter. Civil but cool as Xyz had preluded to before, Trance continued, “We were just figuring out if you actually wanted anything, or were just pushing along.” Standing with one leg forward and body turned slightly, his back hand was curled into a loose fist that was more akin to gripping something than actually punching. The stand-offish nature of the scenario was undeniable but unlike before the game had changed and now Trance was probing for an entrance into his mind.
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Post by Paruga on May 22, 2011 17:51:20 GMT -8
Amethyst rolled her eyes and smirked at the antics of the snake navi. Two navis having fun when some other guy shows up and nails them-- she has had the experience, but she feels no sympathy for them. It's not like any real damage was done to them. However, the engine navi's gusting wind blew over to Amethyst and Xion, and she, like Xion, sidestepped the blow, but she was slightly slower and thus, covered in slightly more sand. "Ugh. Darn sand," the vampire muttered to herself. Nearly every inch of her was covered in sand. Being one of such a vain status, Amethyst covered herself in a mass of evil, dark energy; when the darkness evaporated, every bit of sand was eradicated, leaving Amethyst's skin as soft and satiny as ever.
Then Xion was so bold to tell her to go introduce herself to the windy engine. Amethyst faced him, deep purple eyes shining as they locked on his masked face. "Oh Xion, remember this old saying- 'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.' You've fooled me once by saying you've got my back, and I won't let it happen again." She added, "If I go to him, you're going with me." Amethyst smiled and wrapped her arm around Xion's. "Well, are we going?" Amethyst wouldn't be in a sticky a situation again any time soon.
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Post by Genesis on May 22, 2011 18:54:34 GMT -8
"Hey, I don't like being touched by you without wanting it. Let's go then."
*More or less his response to getting something latching to his arm now. Since she was stuck with him anyway, he decided to just drag her along and proceeded to do so, dragging her on over with him. If she wanted to try and use him for a shield, that was fine. She just would find out that he didn't make a very good one at that too honestly.*
"Hey there, cool airy guy. I got this attachment latched to my arm. She thinks you're a random nut while I think you're a pretty cool guy. I want to see what you can do too and pretty sure you don't want to hear a long rant about it. So I'll see if I can't see you after you're done thrashing that guy."
*Yeah, Amethyst would rant too much if he went and let her talk. Thanks to that, he decided to promptly drag her off again out of the way to let things play their part. He'd pry her off later, just in case he had to put her in the way of a random tornado. Not like it would stop the tornado, but it would be fun to see if it actually did or didn't.*
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Post by Raven8 on May 22, 2011 19:56:06 GMT -8
*AirMan's eyes shift to Xion and Amethist as the two draw near. He listens with care before turning back to Trance and giving a short answer*
AirMan: Boy, I've more important issues to deal with, and you're no longer entertaining.
*With a sudden blast, AirMan once again turns on his turbine-engine and releases a massive area-wide wind-storm. As before, the storm blasts across the area with such massive force that it's target, Trance, is thrown like a ragdoll entirely off of the beach. With Trance gone, AirMan then turns his attention to the two darkloids before him, one obviously far more shy, for lack of a better term, than the other*
AirMan: I'm no longer occupied. So please, what is it that I can do for you?
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Post by Genesis on May 22, 2011 20:07:21 GMT -8
*Well...that explained what it would look like if he threw Amethyst into it. Still, it was a somewhat curious prospect in the back of his mind. One he would test someday when he found the free time...or not should he end up wanting another test run. Which was cool since it wouldn't be too bad to see how far she could fly from this guy. Besides, he liked him. And it was rare that he even remotely liked someone.*
"I'm Xion, one of the ones who dwell in the dark and presently the head of The Chaotic. I'm looking for good people to join up and generally just do what we do, which is whatever is on our mind at the time. I think you're someone who'd make a good addition and wouldn't slow us down, like Amethyst here. We're working on her."
*He shook his arm to add emphasis to the fact that she was just hanging there. He didn't particularly need people who were insane, anyone could fit in except for the ones who dwelt in the light. They generally said they were offensive and a bunch of other stuff. He was pretty sure that this guy wasn't like that at least and didn't particularly mind all of that stuff.*
"If you need a showing first, I'm more than happy to oblige. I can also guarantee that should we be ambushed, I won't use you as a shield."
*The list for shields went from lowest to highest. Which presently meant he had Amethyst, that other guy, that one other guy, and then maybe Ruin for shields. Well, none of them made 'good' shields either. It would be nice if they did, like if they could defend the attack or something by more than getting hit by it. Oh well, it was funny to see those moments.*
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Post by Raven8 on May 22, 2011 20:30:20 GMT -8
*AirMan thinks about the offer while Xion still speaks. However, the idea of joining a group, even more-so one of less than savory nature, brought back sour memories. While he didn't mind the idea behind those who were criminals, the images of his operator, his only friend, being killed by Gospel's head left behind a tainted view that became solidified at Xion's jokes of betrayal*
AirMan: I've no need for a group such as your own. This route I have traveled before, and it is no longer a crutch that I require.
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Post by Genesis on May 22, 2011 20:49:44 GMT -8
"Aw. That's no fun. Besides, we're less of a crutch and more a gun if anything. Though you probably don't need that either actually."
*You didn't particularly need a gun when you had an engine right in the center of your chest that more or less blew out tornadoes. Which was cool and all, but he would've liked to have that on his side. Honestly, he had plenty of ideas of what to do there with it. Some hilarious, others more serious, and others that were more or less mean but very amusing.*
"I suppose if that's your choice I can't change your mind, and I'd tell you to keep it in mind but you seem adamant in your decision. Unless you don't have enough strength to hold your own self up now and again..."
*Everyone had something to poke at. Unless they were as empty upstairs as Ruin was a lot of times, but he didn't know that many people. While the person in front of him seemed confident enough, he was pretty certain that if he messed with that part a bit, he could maybe get a better answer. That or just get more of a no from it, but he believed in messing around and messing up than not trying in most cases.*
"Then you really would need one or two of those crutches."
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on May 22, 2011 21:39:01 GMT -8
"...It could be the latest fashion statement."[/color] A voice said, deadpan, from nearby. A figure covered by a black cloak steps out, with the only visible features being black greaves covering the legs, and crimson eyes staring out from a veiled face. The figure looks from left to right, taking notice of the Navis in the area. Practically all of the people here were unknowns. For a few of them, that seemed to be a good thing.
"...Though, I didn't know you were picking up fangirls now."[/color] The newcomer commented idly, looking at Xion, with almost a hint of amusement and confusion laced in the statement. This whole scenario seemed... weird. The original intent was to come here to see Xion if anything new had occurred while an absence had occurred, but instead, the rather... interesting sight of people getting thrown around was shown.
Though, Airman's rejection was rather... understandable, given Xion's usual attitude. It was one that was rather off with most, so it was easy to see where it came from. There wasn't much from to be added, however. The de facto leader of The Chaotic was a better speaker, so he probably covered anything that needed to be said.
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Post by Snakeskin on May 23, 2011 2:20:51 GMT -8
Xyzillentz flew through the air rapidly, the coastline a blur beneath him. At first he was too shocked to react, but as he began descending, he mentally planned his landing. He was going too fast to simply land on his feet and bend his knees. If he tried to brake himself, the friction would be painful. None of that really worried Xyzillentz. In fact, it just meant he'd have an excuse for his usual flamboyance.
One foot touched down on the loose sand. The toxic darkloid kicked off, flipping himself over. He reached down with both hands, applying pressure to slow himself and continue his rotational movement. He continued onward in a series of cartwheels down the shore until he had slowed down enough to stop.
As Xyzillentz sat down on a nearby rock to regain his sense of direction, a surfboard landed next to him, embedding itself into the sand. Seeing that gave Xyz an idea... it wasn't necessarily a good idea, of course, but he knew he was going to try and follow it through.
He looked up from the board just in time to see his new companion hurtling towards him, evidently having been attacked in much the same manner. Xyzillentz ran forward, arms outstretched like a football player trying to complete a pass. He grabbed onto Trance and the two tumbled through the sand together, rolling backwards, until they hit the surfboard, knocking it over but coming to a stop.
"Well, I must admit I didn't expect you to be falling into my arms quite so soon."
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Post by notegg on May 23, 2011 4:47:47 GMT -8
[FINALE] [00B4D7] Finale was rocked with sand and wind, at first his body was thrown and whipped into a rock a small while away. Although not as far off-course as the others, as he had never been directly hit, Finale was in an equally if not more painful position then the others.
Finale's body began to glow with a bright white light which slowly changed into a light brown color. Finale stood up. Old wounds that were normally covered by his mask began to open again and seep data-blood. A loud ring was all Finale could hear or think of but he knew who was the enemy:AIRMAN He summoned the last bit of energy that kept him alive without the virus: Ion's blood.
With a wave of his hand Finale sent a wave of sand at every possible target, having absorbed the element. Finale, recovering from his initial attack, immediately led an onslaught of wind and sand based waves in the ground and the air in every direction.
Finale did, however think a conscious thought, he would die when this is over. Permanently. Then the thought returned to ringing, the last thing Finale might hear.
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