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Post by Paruga on Oct 4, 2011 20:09:54 GMT -8
Alminum was impressed and shocked. The infamed Armored Destroyer helpng stop Samhain. He could make assumptions as to why, as well. For example, maybe AD didn't want competition, or Samhain got on AD's nerves, or Samhain ate the last slice of pizza. That was probably it. Either way, Aluminum and Yaiba tore through the evil onslaught. Forming into a sword, Yaiba fit into Aluminum's grip perfectly as Aluminum hacked away at the demons. The lithe Metal One slowly worked his way to Pride Wall. On the way there, he took full notice of Namkcab. He couldn't resist, "Namkcab! Hey pal! Long time no see, I see. Glad you've decided to actually help out!" Aluminum then smiled as he deleted several demons.
[Location change: Pride Wall]
Namkcab was working around the demons as well. The numbers were slowly but surely diminishing, to Namkcab's enjoyment. He was in the process of decapitating a demon when he saw Finale run by to the Wall. Namkcab saw others follow suit, inferring that was where he needed to get to. He sawed away and made steady progress. He heard a distinct voice- Aluminum's. Rolling his eyes, Namkcab nonchalantly returned the greeting.
[location change: Pride wall]
Everyone seemed to advance through the crowds. All that was left was Memory. He fended off a small crowd around him with his electric torrent. Gushing water, some were completely blown away by Memory's waves. The defensive program's wheel was spinning like a top. Blasting electricity, he fried everyone near. Once he depleted a sizable number, Memory rode a wave he controlled up to Pride Wall. There, he saw AD and Genesis, two infamous navi.
[Lcation change: Pride wall]
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Post by Genesis on Oct 5, 2011 12:10:47 GMT -8
*The combined effort tore it all down rather easily, Genesis following after. The Armored Destroyer was always a navi who kept on going in a frenzy of raw destruction. It was like trying to stop a train wreck once it started, but that was a good thing right now. He picked up the pace now too, rushing in for the wall. Eventually they would reach Nightwind and Samhain, the sooner that was done, the better. They would be able to end things that much more quickly.*
[Location Change: Pride Wall]
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Post by Wackoguy on Oct 6, 2011 18:07:59 GMT -8
Noticing that he was falling behind,Glassman made Fernalius fade away for now,until he would be needed again. As for himself,he shot forward like a blur. If there were any demons left after all of this,they'd be hit by a bone-crushing punch from the orange blur that was currently Glassman...hurrying toward Pride Wall...
"Geesh! Am I getting slow...?!"
[Location change: Pride Wall]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2011 18:42:23 GMT -8
Having finally finished off his third demon (it being the first 'non-grunt' for him to defeat), whom he had been caught with in a rather risky fist-to-fist fight, Knight noticed the others moving ahead.
'Three down for me... and they've taken out hundreds...' Discouraging, but Knight would never give up. He wasn't as strong as the others -- yet. But like he kept telling himself, every little bit counted.
This area seemed cleared for now. He followed the others to the Wall, using the time of his combat-free approach to regather the energy and stamina he had spent already.
[Location Change: Pride Wall]
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Post by Vilicious on Nov 30, 2011 21:12:25 GMT -8
The network is restored, unchanged.
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Post by Salem on Feb 21, 2012 14:09:29 GMT -8
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 20, 2012 18:24:30 GMT -8
On the other side of the island from the lone fisherman, Xyzillentz walked out onto the empty beach. The waves were crashing along the coast, letting off a cool spray as they broke. He walked into this agitated mist, closing his eyes and letting the moisture kiss his scales. It helped to calm and center him a bit, but it wasn't like a real storm... not quite what he needed.
He had already begun to forgive himself for his failure, though, and was returning to normal - normal for him, anyhow - at a decent pace. Yet it still wasn't quick enough. He wished he didn't have these feelings at all, that he could just live life like a party; everything handed to him on a silver platter to abuse and misuse and entertain himself with. But he hadn't reached that point yet, and perhaps he never would. He had to take his thrills where he could get them, pick his battles wisely, and strive to earn his place as a dark star.
Imagining it made him feel better. Putting on a show, taking a cute boy or girl from the audience into his own private room, and doing as he pleased with them... recruiting them, torturing them, destroying them, or any mix of the above. How sweet and sickly satisfying it would be!
A smile formed on his damp face. This WAS what he'd needed. He was bad for good, and darn did it feel good to be bad. He'd just need to enjoy the ride and keep his limits in mind. Claw his way to the top with charisma, manipulation, and strategy. He'd already gotten off to a decent start... no, a pretty good one. He sighed in relief, for the moment believing that everything would work out. After all, he must have learned his lesson know. He just had to be mindful of his actions at critical junctures and everything would work out.
Or so he reassured himself for the moment. The future could throw curveballs... but here on the edge of the world, he wasn't thinking about that.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 20, 2012 19:34:38 GMT -8
*As Xyzillentz reflects on the day and begins to repair the mental wounds inflicted throughout, a sudden breeze rips through the colony, bringing with it an unnatural chill... and a mist that rolls in from nowhere, blanketing the ground within mere moments. It's then that the entire scene begins to change; day turns to night, the features of the area fade away, and even the city of Creamland itself begins to disappear. Within a few moments, the entire area of pride park becomes nothing more than an infinate ground covered by this strange mist, the only light coming from the endless multitude of stars in the heavens.... none of which had been visable mere moments before*
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 20, 2012 19:47:38 GMT -8
The cool mist on his face seemed to expand all around Xyzillentz. He could feel it enveloping his body. It calmed him a bit more, put him back into the thinking zone - potentially a dangerous place. He was ready to move on and jump back into the moment, but the water in the air was interfering. It still wasn't as subduing as a good downpour, but the effect was noticeable immediately.
His first thought upon re-entering this state of mind was simple, even obvious; what had happened? Did a fog bank roll in off the sea? He was sure he hadn't seen one... almost sure, anyhow. In retrospect, he realized he hadn't been paying as much attention to his surroundings as he could have been.
He opened his eyes, seeking the answer to his question. There was fog, all right - a seemingly endless expanse like something from a horror movie. The next thing he realized was the sound, or absence thereof. He couldn't hear the pounding of the surf. He couldn't SEE the surf either. In fact, he couldn't see much of anything - except the stars in the sky.
Stars? But it had been midday just a moment ago, hadn't it? How long had he been standing there, contemplating his life? Was this some trick of the Dark Dimension? It certainly seemed like the perfect Halloween night. And he did remember from the invasion that locations on the island had shifted. He decided that was probably the case after all - the island had changed, or he had been moved. And moved through time as well? Was it something to do with the odd portal or the botched summoning?
He couldn't come up with a definitive answer, not even in his lucid state of mind. But he supposed that all his theories were plausible. It nagged at the back of his head, but he turned his attention to a more pressing matter: Where to go and what to do. He decided that if anyone would have answers, it would be Nightwind. And so turned around and set off in what he thought had been the direction he'd come from - though he realized at once there was no guarantee it was still the way.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 20, 2012 20:05:39 GMT -8
*As Xyzillentz searches for his way out of the astral plane that he found himself in, yet another change suddenly overtakes the area; the cold winds blow once again and the fog begins to clear, leaving only a rolling mist ankle-high. It was planely obvious that this was not Creamland.... nor was it anyplace immaginable. All that could be seen is an infinite horizon of fog-covered ground meeting stary skies in all directions. Nothing changed anywhere.... until something actually did.
From above, a solid white light bathes the area as a sun appears in the sky, releasing harsh rays of light in all directions and illuminating the mists, yet providing absolutely no heat.... and it was coming closer.
Before long, the blinding sun hovers roughly 10 yards from Xyzillentz and holds its place around 2 yards above the ground... and there it stayed, locked in place for several seconds... as a voice resounds from the alien orb....*
???: Xyzillentz; the evil within you runs deep....
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 20, 2012 20:16:23 GMT -8
The clearing of the mist helped matters a bit. His mind's single-track obsession cleared and broke somewhat, and the encroaching sense of melancholy began to retreat. But the orb of light, this odd visitor - he wasn't sure how to react to it. It wasn't Lusca; the voice was different. But it was something powerful, if it was the cause of this sudden scenery change - and he was convinced, at this point, that was the case. Perhaps it was some sort of spirit of light and goodness that had taken issue with him. That was not likely to end well... and he was frightened. He rarely admitted as much to himself, but in this case there was no denying it. He didn't want to be erased from existence by this... deity? Alien? Still, he tried to play it cool... to not show a sign of weakness. He wasn't one to repent this quickly, if ever.
It would have felt good at the moment to revert to his sharp wit and devil-may-care attitude... but if he pissed off some sort of all-powerful force, it really wasn't worth it. And so, keeping in mind his failure and overconfidence in the recent encounter with Li, he restrained himself.
"Indeed... I take it that's why you brought me here?"
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 20, 2012 20:26:35 GMT -8
*As Xyzillentz gave his reply, the voice continues... as if it simply ignored the toxic Darkloid entirely*
?: ....and that is why....
*The light suddenly spreads, engulfing nearly half of the horizon with blinding light as the same cold winds blast outward as if the result of an explosion. Sounds of kin to shattering glass fill the area with a deafening blast, and the light begins to die down.... revealing the true form of the being....
....you must be purified.
*Towering far beyond anything that Xyzillentz had ever seen, even dwarfing Samhain in size and radiant power, stands an other-worldly being of absolute legend; an avatar of justice and purity, and the absolute fear of all of Darkloid kind.... Duo....*
Duo: It is time to bring a final end to the darkness and evil that has held this world's throat for centuries...
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 20, 2012 20:44:15 GMT -8
Oh ****.
He'd been right. It WAS a deity - a god of the net. Duo. He'd heard about him from Zed and from other navis, back when he was wandering around the net and acquainting himself with his environment. The ultimate being of pure light and nobility. The antithesis to Nebula Grey. From what he'd heard, it seemed even Samhain himself would be hard pressed to hold his own up against Duo. Xyzillentz, of course, realized he had no chance at all. His only hope would be if Nebula Grey himself came to save him... but he doubted that would happen. If Duo was "purifying" the net, he would've started with that titan of evil. Besides that, he had heard that he was sealed away somewhere...
So this was it. Xyzillentz, at this point, was almost certain he was going to be permanently deleted. In the heat of the moment, he didn't even consider the possibility that Duo meant what he said literally. Perhaps it just didn't occur to him. Or perhaps he didn't want to think about it. It didn't seem fair - it wasn't his fault he was evil. It was just who he was. What made him happy. And now all his ambitions and plans were for nothing. His recent epiphanies were meaningless. He was expected to take his fate lying down and be erased from existence forever.
Well f*** that.
He knew he couldn't fight back. But he wouldn't give Duo the satisfaction of a clean, kind surrender. Suppressing all his despair, all his sadness, and even his anger, he decided to choose his last words - something he would like to be remembered by, though there was no one else to hear... he gave one final performance as an actor, with his sinister smirk and the audible snark in his voice masking his tumultuous inner thoughts.
"I'm flattered I'm worth your time. That validates me more than you'll ever know, Duo. Proceed."
...that was iffy. Not nearly satisfying enough. Off-mark. The intensity of the situation was too much for him to fully comprehend... it was hard to make jokes about what you don't understand. But there was no time for a second chance. At least he wouldn't have long to regret it.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 24, 2012 19:37:32 GMT -8
*The massive titan of light and purity looms overhead, his steel face unwavering as he speaks, looking down to Xyzillentz with an accusing glare*
Duo: I've scanned this entire network, and discovered you to be of dark enough nature and weak enough mind to prove a proper starting point. Should your body survive the purification process, then I shall continue with all others that remain.
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 24, 2012 21:18:25 GMT -8
...really? DUO was calling him stupid? True, he'd said weak enough mind, not actually just weak, but still... it seemed doubtful he was the dumbest villain currently on the network. Perhaps he was just the most evil, and Duo's mental prowess was such that the other criteria was impossible to meet? Sure. Why not.
He didn't dwell on that too long, though. He couldn't, not when he was confronted with another truth: he might survive. What then? What did "purify" mean? Would he lose his toxins? Be lobotomized? He couldn't quite work up the courage to ask... a wave of anxiety and worry washed over him as if to make up for the vanished tide of the beach, filled with too many fears and possibilities to work through in any sort of constructive manner.
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