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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 3, 2012 17:13:29 GMT -8
Ooooooh... he WAS telling the truth about that after all. It certainly hadn't been a real surprise; in fact Xyzillentz was almost surprised he hadn't done it sooner. Or gone further with it, for that matter. As a short, expected sampling, it was actually rather satisfying. He felt much the same way as he had when Li petrified him - helpless, overpowered, and bound in the most... alluring... manner possible. There was a certain base pleasure he felt at being controlled and overwhelmed by a cute evildoer. Especially after looking into his eyes... still though, he wasn't terribly impressed with this Caliga person's planning or implementation. He was certainly one to watch, but Xyzillentz was still proud. He HAD won. That little jester hadn't fooled or surprised him one bit.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 3, 2012 17:21:02 GMT -8
*As Xyzillentz thinks to himself all of this, he is unaware of the fact that he is slowly walking over to the tomato patch. Once there, he bends down, grabs a fair-sized red fruit, and casually takes a bite just as he finishes his thought*
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 3, 2012 18:38:47 GMT -8
With that, he snapped back into reality, several feet from where he'd thought he was standing. With an unpleasant, hearty taste in his mouth, and red liquid dribbling from his chin. He dropped the tomato to the ground, and it landed with a soft, innocuous sort of "sploosh" sound.
"Not unexpected... but well-timed. Progress."
That was all Xyz had time to say before the allergic reaction took place. Errors popped up in his programming at a rapid pace, corrupting and neutralizing the code that gave him immunity from his toxins, nanoviruses, and acids - the ones that were filling his body and which made up his very blood. He doubled over in agony as a wave of incredible nausea and searing pain swept through him. His sense of balance went first, the unbelievable nausea surrounding him and seeming to sweep him away. He collapsed to the ground limply and helplessly, a few tomatoes being smashed under his weight.
The concentrated acid began to eat its way through his veins and arteries - he could feel the stinging all through his body. Next it would have burned through his mucous membranes and sweat pores, pooling in the suit and beginning to dissolve it away. Xyzillentz wasn't going to just let that happen. He exhaled rapidly and desperately, trying to draw the acid left in his blood into his lungs where it was diluted into its gaseous form. It emerged from his maw in green gusts, burning his esophagus and reducing the plants to ashes that were immediately blown away. The acid content of his blood dropped dramatically, saving him for now - but he knew that more would form if he didn't focus hard on creating some other specific toxin.
With no better option available at the moment, Xyzillentz willed himself to generate his shrinking mist. Even as it formed within him, his body absorbed it... and shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk. But there was something weird... it was getting dark. And there was something on top of him now, enveloping him. It took him a few seconds to realize his suit, insulated against his gasses and toxins, was not shrinking with him.
By the time the allergy attack came to an end and Xyzillentz was once again expelling the toxin from his skin and immune to the other nasties within him, he was, unfortunately, about 3 inches tall. And since he was supposed to be immune to it, his code didn't have any way to remove the effects of his miniaturizing mist.
"...well sh**." His voice was a high-pitched squeak - a part of the mist's effects he had added himself. He'd assumed it would be amusing. And it was, sort of. Though he couldn't help but think it would be funnier if it were happening to someone else.
Xyzie crawled out of his suit through the neckhole. He briefly considered dragging it with him... but he realized quickly that was completely unrealistic considering his new size. Ah well. It would disappear as soon as he was deleted, anyhow, and he'd regenerate into a new one.
Tiny Xyzie, stark nude and concealed only by his translucent tan cloud of standard toxic stink, pondered his situation. Perhaps someone else would have been discouraged, or even depressed, by this turn of events. There are those, certainly, who would seek deletion as a means to return to normal. But not Xyzie. This, to him, was an opportunity to experiment with all manner of new mischief.
Laughing quietly to himself, the tiny terror teleported back to the place from whence he had come...
LOCATION CHANGE: Green Tempest Central
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 20:28:43 GMT -8
Someone had landed upon the dock of the northern coastline. Slowly this navi walked upon the docks while his six arms became illuminated in the glow of light blue light. The glow traveled down to his hands and shot forth in beach ball sized globlules of plasma that traveled along the ground infront of him, creating a straight line of burned sand and soil. At a full out run, he ran forward as if following the plasma until it dispersed into the air. He was clearly headed to Nightmare Wall to gain access to the City it held in.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 21, 2012 17:42:51 GMT -8
Normally, a calm and careful interrogation would have followed the stranger's appearance on the dock. The obvious aggressive nature of this intruder changed that protocol. The guards on the beach were the first line of defense for the colony, and as such, were always alert. The two muscular, six-horned demons in the guard posts closest to this many-limbed assailant ran from their stations and rushed into the path of the intruder, one coming from each direction. They were determined to stop him by any means necessary.
Meanwhile, as was protocol, a third guard made use of the communications relay in his outpost to contact the head guard - Nightwind. The otherworldly device faintly glowed purple as it transmitted the sound of his voice to his superior like a telepathic message.
"Intruder at the North Dock, blasting at the beach and running for the gate. Two six-horn guards on intercept."
There was a brief silence. At first the guard was concerned the device had malfunctioned. But then, seconds later, was that familiar, serious voice.
"How serious is it?"
"No way to tell yet. I'll give you an update when the guards confront him."
The response was swifter this time, but laced with a palpable weight of concern.
"...see that you do."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 18:05:26 GMT -8
A not so subtle arrival warrants a not so subtle reponse. He was kicking himself in the head for throwing a plasma sphere so quickly into his arrival. Now wasn't the time for hindsight. Aiming with four of his six arms he pointed his bottom right third and second arms toward the demonic guard on the right, and the same pair on the left. Granted he was outnumbered, but he certainly wasn't out gunned!
Enhancer: Hah!
Orange plasma projected from the middle arms of the navi, aiming for body shots with spheres the size of beach balls, keeping the third pair of arms ready for charging and his first two arms for defense.
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 21, 2012 18:23:03 GMT -8
The demon to the left took the full force of the blast directly to the chest. The attack burned through him effortlessly, reducing him to dark ash. There was not even time to scream.
The one on the right was more aware of his surroundings. He threw himself to the ground at the approach of the orb, just barely dodging it. But seeing what had happened to his partner, he knew he was doomed. Demons do not fear death in the way that most do - but it is, nonetheless, an unpleasant realization. He took the only option that seemed viable at that point: he spoke.
"Why are you here?"
There was a sense of urgency in the voice, but no pain, no fear.
Back in his post, the third guard watched intently, holding off on his follow-up report until he saw the fate of the surviving interceptor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 18:36:39 GMT -8
Under more friendly circumstances he would have replied civilly, but these were unfriendly times in a harsh world. What harsher way to deal with a prone person than to--
Enhancer: Shut it!
Give them a swift kick of sand and foot to the face. Since the guard was in the way, he'd feel the feet of that six armed navi run past again, provided the guard's fortitude wasn't so weak that he'd be unconscious upon impact. His path continued forward to Nightmare Wall, the Dark City and then the one place he shouldn't be. The Prison.
[To Nightmare Wall]
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Post by Snakeskin on Jul 22, 2012 7:47:34 GMT -8
The third guard radioed in to Nightwind, slightly confused and highly disturbed.
"The intruder killed one of the guards with one blow... but the other one dodged and he just kicked him and let him be. He's breaching the North Gate."
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Post by Team Active Star on Jan 30, 2013 11:58:44 GMT -8
The Dark Colony...or rather, the edge of it. It was not quite what Quickman was expecting when he used his old bookmark for Cream-land. While Cream-land was online once again, the address was different apparently, and in the place of the peaceful locale he had saved...was a desolate area that looked like a war zone...
"... I like what they did with the place...it is very Feng shui..."
Quickman's tone was laced with sarcasm, preventing even the dimmest light bulb in the box to miss the fact that he was not serious.
Dave had lined out the mission they had been given, and while he thought it was boring when he was sent into the net, now that he saw the the place looked like (And felt the dangerous vibe that hummed through the network), he had second thoughts on the lack of excitement on this assignment.
Quickman slowly began walking through the area, heading towards the inner areas, which obviously would hold most of the navis in the area. His attention was on high alert though, feeling it wasn't the best place to let ones guard down.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jan 30, 2013 13:32:07 GMT -8
[bgcolor=330000] *BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!*
At that very moment that Quickman taken his first step, an e-mail transmission had come through Dave's P.E.T.
Recipient:: Private Line Time:: 17::20 Subject:: Status Report
”Good Afternoon, Dave. Sorry to call you on such a short notice, but I wanted to see if you made it in safely. If you have seen the area that needs surveyed, you would know just how serious this may be at this point. I need data on just maybe two or three NetNavis at the very least. One point links to others in a web of relations, and it also ensures your safety. If you cannot find anything in that God forsaken place, then I’d at least like you to survey the Elbrus Range next. I heard a few NetNavis are lurking there, and that place has…quite an interesting history.
That’s all for now. G’Luck, and do us a good service.”
Without so much of another word, the transmission ended with no offer of questions; just more orders and the mystery to them. [/size]
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Post by Team Active Star on Feb 1, 2013 8:39:40 GMT -8
While Quickman made his way closer to the nearest looking "residence" from the coast, Dave received the Email and took his attention away to read it.
'Huh. Well it DID look less then pleasant now...frankly I have never even seen anything like it before.'
By the time Dave went back to the screen to see how Quick was doing with his search, and-
" JESUS DAVE! WHAT THE HECK MAN, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Somehow in the short span of time Dave had looked away, Quickman had found him self some Dark Colonians, or rather, a small guard squad that out numbered him by half a dozen.
"Er...let's head somewhere else then...obviously they aren't that friendly..."
Quickman nimbly dodged several strikes the guards made at him, and slipped by the last one to dash away into the clear, back towards the waters Edge.
"YA THINK?! Get me OUT of here!"
Dave sighed as he watched the scene unfold. He never heard anyone else tell stories like some of the stuff he had witnessed and dealt with...why him?
After a few button presses, Quickman suddenly turned into a beam of energy, that shot back towards the sky, leaving in his wake the letters...
LOG OUT
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Post by Gaia on Sept 17, 2014 15:37:41 GMT -8
Blade came racing through the Net at high speeds, quickly finding himself at the gates of the great Dark Colony.
He quickly put his boosters on reverse, trying to slow down. What he saw before him wasn't exactly what he had in mind whenever he first thought of coming through here. Of course, a place where Dark Navis like himself come by shouldn't have anything less, he supposed.
Towering in front of him was a large, arc-like structure that had a small gate nestled within it. However, the gate was closed. Likewise, it was heavily guarded by what looked like other Navis; heck, they could even be virus'. He slowly flew right up to the gate, looking around, expectantly.
"I'm here. How do I get in?", he said aloud, to no one in particular.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Sept 27, 2014 18:47:52 GMT -8
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“Hee hee hee hee!~”
A giggle less than innocent came from the air around the NetNavi at the gate. It would probably be enough to make the guards at that very gate lift their nose curiously but, knowing this part of the net, not hectically. It was not uncommon for a NetNavi to appear in this part of the net with malicious intent, but this was no NetNavi that was forming right before the gates. Slowly, puffs of what seemed like vapors had accumulated in the center of one spot until finally they became a whole humanoid shape in front of Blade. The colorless smoke had started to gather hues like flesh, a dark shade of blue, and shades of pink that was almost sinister when compared with the black eyes and pink irises that stared towards the NetNavi.
“I have been thinking about that myself,” the humanoid…NetNavi? Whatever it was, it only furthered the inquiry rather than giving Blade a question as the female-like figure emerged, dressed almost like a mediocre magician. Her body leaned over close to show off her curves and her playful smile making the combination a flirtatious advance, “But how about forgetting what’s beyond that door and simply playing with me? So, big boy, are you here for business or a little pleasure?”
Her lips stretched a wicked smile and her tongue motions were like a snakes rather than a flirty harlot.
However, her intent seemed unclear.
________________________________________________________ “I hope I don’t lose it tonight!”
Now Playing: ”The Boys (Instrumental)” by Nicki Minaj Chatty Ditz: -----
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Sept 28, 2014 5:04:18 GMT -8
"YOU!"
A loud voice boomed overhead, something malevolent began to stir in the area already corroded.... Something was wrong here, but to Blade, something familiar....
"You cannot simply think I will leave you be!"
The wind began to pick up, blowing around in a near cyclone like vortex... The feeling of uneasiness began to shift to the feeling of another's anger...
"To just cast me aside like trash with the help of your friend!"
Humming noises, those of bees or wasps could be heard from all around, maybe to instill fear... Or to remind those around them of who is coming...
"He's no longer here, you are not safe!"
As the stirring intensified, it was clear, insects began to pool from around the net, flying from overhead and from underground, all forming into Antlion's form. The very navi that Blade survived against...
"Now then... What say you? Execution or battle? Disregard the wench for now."
Antlion challenged Blade once more, he was already compiling data together, formulating plans on what he already saw... He was simulating inside himself on different outcomes and ways that he could fight back against what he already saw...
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