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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 14, 2012 17:32:14 GMT -8
"What in the name of..."
Relieved at the failure of the summoning but disturbed and confounded by the current events - and especially that voice - Nightwind pivoted quickly on his feet to see who it was speaking.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 14, 2012 18:08:55 GMT -8
*With the advent of the voice and the shadow, the Armored Destroyer fights off against the pain and turns, clenching his fist and releasing a pulse of crimson energy across his form. The energy surges like lightning, giving the battle Navi a burst of adrenaline and the ability to stand ready for whatever may come next....*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2012 18:20:01 GMT -8
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Warrior heard the voice, but didn't turn around. He paid more attention to the remaining navis while listening to what was happening behind him.
Entrances were flashy things nowadays. It wasn't too uncommon. ((Well.... maybe...))
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Post by sora001 on Mar 14, 2012 20:58:05 GMT -8
A grin like that of a cheshire cat formed across the lips of the vampiric navi upon seeing these events unfold.
"Well, as I said before, the peace shall not last long."
He gave one final warning before changing forms to a small swarm of bats. While leaving one behind to watch the Armored Destroyer, the rest of Shade took flight towards Netopia.
[Location change...for 95% of Shade: L'Internet du Soir]
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 15, 2012 9:05:24 GMT -8
*Without missing a beat, the destroyer raises his arm and fires off a single shell, obliterating the bat left behind by the vampire Navi without so much as a glance*
(OOC: No meta for you)
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Post by Vilicious on Mar 15, 2012 9:31:22 GMT -8
Blinding light greets those that turn, and then darts back ahead of them. ((Hohoo!)) Or is it light? ((No!)) No, I don't think it's supposed to be. What is that, then? ((Blindness!?)) It looks like ((Something!)) some cross between virus and navi, between net-entity and abstract painting, between light-embodied and a flickering candleflame, cross legged? There are no legs, simply knee plates extending in blazing glory from ((Too bright?)) a burning waistline, with flames like feathers extending below, billowing with every bob the thing makes in the air ((Who are you?)). It's... ((Brilliant!)) dancing? The gyrations stop, and the feathers go limp. Another crest-laden plate hangs down between the kneeless knee-pads-
-suggesting the thing's actual nature... or is it just a decoration? The creature's midriff is almost skeletal in construction, but the ribs flickering ((Brilliant!)) suggest otherwise, and meanwhile its spindly hands on their wiry arms settle upon the pads to observe those before it. A head ((Sun!)) floats atop of the blazing ((Burning!)) torso, attracting the flames to lick the nape of where its neck would have ((Amazing!)) been. Rays of light and flame radiate from the smiling feminine face that beams more like a mask than a being, and small balls of flame hover nearby, containing myriad ((Justices!)) random objects - in one, a sapling; another, a small plushy; a third contains an eye.
?????: ((Samhain is not here... nor will he be!))
The thing rocks back and spins with another ((Hoo hoo hooooo!)) breath of laughter. Its mouth remains motionless.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2012 13:53:59 GMT -8
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Looks like his wish was... granted?
Warrior wanted to avoid fighting before... so in a sense, this new thing helped him do just that.
To his luck, he wasn't blinded by the radiance of its figure, since he didn't turn to face it like the rest. With the battle averted, Warrior was questioning if this was even worth his time... but curiosity caused him to linger there, as this strange... thing continued to creep him out.
"Samhain's is not here... nor will he be!" -- sort of redundant information, but atleast it was confirmed at this point.
Warrior turned to look at this creature... quite unsure of what to make of all of this.
" ... Who--"
Warrior stopped in his words there... He sort of didn't know what to say, really.
" Wha--"
No, that was a stupid question too.
" ..."
At this point, Warrior noticed the weird objects that had appeared out of nowhere. The ball of flame carrying the sapling caught his eye, for some strange reason. He refused to show any interest in it, though.
Warrior crossed his arms (weapons no longer drawn), leaned his torso back some, and tilted his head down as he addressed this creature with his long abandoned "Warrior-pose". Eyelids closed, ofcourse.
" Alright, you've got our attention. Enough with the silly dance -- who, or what, are you? And what's your business here?"
A little straight-forward sounding, perhaps... But everyone else was wanting to know the same thing. So why not just be the one to out and say it?
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Post by Kman on Mar 15, 2012 15:32:30 GMT -8
Catching up: The plasma phantom gave a grunt as their attack was seemingly repelled by the navi. "WHAT!?" The voice roared, having had their attacks blocked twice in a manner of moments, causing them to grow more irritated. However, in response, the navi threatened to bring Samhain, who was Xyzillientz's current leader. IF that was the case, Geist didn't have much to fear from it...assuming that his ally could back him up.
However, before they had much of a chance to respond, Navi seemed to show up out of the woodwork around them, all trying to stop the fellow from summoning the one known as Samhain. It appeared too, that their work was completed, stopping the one from summoning Samhain.
Now: Geist looked at the new one that had arrived, bobbing and weaving, and generally just ticking off the plasma phantom. Its words of taunting and mystery only further served to anger the entirety of the creature. Extending both of their hands forward, a storm of raw plasma began to build up. "What do...you want...?"
"Who cares? Let's kill it."
"Awww but it might be fun~"
The plasma held, not firing...yet.
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Post by Vilicious on Mar 15, 2012 20:21:55 GMT -8
The she-thing ((Hee hee!)) bounces a final time and then hovers upside down ((Whee!)) in the air and crosses its arms. Her business ((Another castle!)) wasn't any of Warrior's, but she ((Me!)) was apparently ready to entertain. ((Who hoo hoo!)) She spins and in a burst of flame appears next to the Armored Destroyer, poking at the battle damage and dragging a hand ((Warmth? Healing!)) across his back before rapidly bouncing away in anticipation of ((Meeeeeanie!)) a "shoo!" ((Hoo hoo!)) As she pulls back, though, the pieces of armor she touched begin to solidify and return to their original form ((Home!?)), melting into their old shape under the presence of the lady of sun as though she were smelting them into a mold. Flames blast again, and this time she sort of leans on Warrior when she reappears... against him, maybe? She puts her face close to him and turns his chin toward her. Breath doesn't come from her, merely warmth. ((So serious! Why-hi-hi-hi!?)) Still she doesn't answer! Instead, another burst of flame, just before her lips touch Warrior's. ((Tee-hee!)) This time, it's Energeist, to whom she merely smiles her plastic smile and holds her hands out, too. The plasma energy begins to warp ((I like fun!)) and mold itself from the threatening attack into a golden flower, which she plucks from the air like a piece of dust and hands to the geist.
She spins, featherflames flowing ((Fiery!)) like a sundress, and she hovers down again, head level with the rest of the navis and with a hand held lightly in front of her lips.
?????: ((Who hoo who indeed, young warrior! I am not what one would expect, hee hee hee, no no no! Silly silly silly, I'll dance as I like...))
She leans forward, and a gleam overtakes her eyes. ((Bright!))
((Because, I am...))
More leaning. The smile doesn't grow, doesn't change, but the illumination she gives off increases in intensity.
((ME! HEE HEE HEE!))
She keels backward, laughing madly ((Hoo hoo hoo hoo!)) until she spins in a full backflip and places her tiny hands once again on the kneeplates and stares outward from one navi to the next.
((And my business!? Is none of yours! HEE HEE HEE! But you seem nice. Is that nice? Oh me oh my... I heard a name! Samhain! And I am not that name! But I am here, and he is not! Your pumpkin is in another castle! And me? Hee hee! Hoo hooey! Who indeed am I? I am...))
Once again, she leans closer...
((A time traveling sun demon justice spirit person navi thing!))
And again, as though delivering the biggest joke in the world, she takes off laughing.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 15, 2012 21:03:09 GMT -8
*In an uncharacteristic show, the destroyer's eyes widen as this mystical being repairs his data all at once. With a silent nod of appreciation to the strange being, bells go off in the destroyer's head like wild-fire; in spite of the apparently benevolent nature of this being, something was very wrong. Inter-dimensional beings are rarely good, but very frequently powerful beyond what most Navis are anywhere near capable of. The the nature of the situation demanded no less focus than fighting Samhain, but a far more delicate approach. So, showing a side of himself that noone had seen since he appeared one day in Element City to destroy the license diplomats, the Armored Destroyer.....*
?: ....thank you.... for your kindness. It is greatly appreciated.
*....speaks to the being in calm, non-agressive terms*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2012 21:23:24 GMT -8
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" ... Well."
Warrior's stance didn't break as the little... thing did... whatever.
He just continued watching... still not entirely to sure what to make of it, quite yet. AD over there seemed to appreciate it, though.
" Then... what do we call you? What's your name?"
Assuming it had a name, atleast.
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Post by Vilicious on Mar 17, 2012 11:16:43 GMT -8
With a curtsy ((Tee hee!)) and a spin, the sunny being moves, or rather, flows, toward the Xyzillentz-statue-thing and wraps an arm around it as though talking with a good friend ((Hee hi!)) and turns him toward the rest of the navis even as grass begins to sprout around the serpent-navi's feet ((Snake in grass!)).
?????: ((You're welcome, Mr. Dad! Can't have people suffering, that's no good! Hoo hoo hoo! Or would you be Mommy, and Green-man was Daddy? Does that make Samhain the name I would have if I were a boy? But then what's my girl name!? Hee hee hee! I know iiiiiiiiit, and yooooooou doooooon't~))
She spins again, away from Xyz, and puts both hands in front of her ((Hiya!)). Particles of golden light begin to alight from the stone, and slowly the navi that was regains his color ((Gray first!)).
Are you all all better? All all all all... I think I wanna go someplace else now! Else now I'll be boooooooooored~ If you wanna play just call my name threeeeeee times! Hee hee heeeeee! You'll sound silly, but it's okay!
And with that, at last, and with another small flash of flame, she's gone. Little letters float in the air where she had been, and rapidly descend to Xyz, Nightwind, AD, Warrior, and Energeist:
L U S C A
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 17, 2012 16:18:40 GMT -8
*Somewhat perplexed by the entire sight, the destroyer's normal composure returns as the solar beind fades away. Clenching his fists as if drawing his attention back to the situation at hand, he turns around, brushes past Warrior, and begins to walk off*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 16:27:04 GMT -8
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Of all the weird things he'd ever encountered...
" Lusca..." ((What? Hee hee hee!))
That little girl-thing seemed to be pretty powerful, though. Almost effortlessly, she restored the Armored Destroyer and Xyzillentz to full-capacity, in addition to effectively nullifying Energeist's powerful attack.
The strange little creature may have seemed rather ditzy, but she'd probably prove pretty useful in a dire situation, later on. Repeating her name several times to summon her wasn't such a chore either -- as long as he wouldn't have to shout it, or sing it... or do some other stupid thing like that.
Needless to say, it was a name Warrior would keep in mind and probably call upon if he needed her help... or if he just got really bored.
" Anyway..."
Crisis averted. AD repaired to the point of being able to fend for himself, should something happen. New potential "ally" discovered. And Creamland, along with the rest of the world, still in a state of severe danger.
Nothing new would probably happen here -- so once again, Warrior felt the need to leave.
He wasn't closely acquainted with anybody here, so there was no point in making any "good byes" as he turned his back to AD, Xyz, Nightwind, and Energeist to walk away toward the direction he was previously headed, before all of this went down...
... Still not entirely sure of what to do next, though.
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Post by Snakeskin on Mar 18, 2012 14:42:30 GMT -8
Nightwind breathed out a heavy sigh of relief as Lusca disappeared. That was one less potential threat to worry about. She HAD freed Xyzillentz, true, and she appeared to not even know of Samhain, meaning she didn't oppose him. But it was clear she was powerful and hard to control; not a good combination.
The Armored Destroyer and Warrior also departed, leaving Nightwind alone with the dark advisor and his peculiar friend once more. At once he rushed over to his reanimated superior - more out of a sense of duty and obligation than real concern.
"Sir, are you all right?"
Xyzillentz blinked. He shook his right arm a bit, testing to make sure he was fully operational. Satisfied with that, he turned to face the horse warrior and spoke. There was confusion in his expression, but not because he didn't know what had happened. He was trying to work out how he FELT about it all.
"...That was incredible. It felt extraordinarily awful. I was so helpless, my body useless. It was so terrible it was rather... enjoyable."
His eyes darted down as he mumbled, barely audible, with a stinging sound of jealousy on his voice. "I'm much closer to a basilisk, I should be able to do that..."
Nightwind's face contorted into a jumbled mess of perplexion and disgust. The way Xyzillentz described his experience reminded him of the torture he'd been endlessly subjected to by Samhain. Even the thought of it caused him pained shivers... but this disgusting devil, he...
"...you LIKED it?"
For a moment, the scaled sinner closed his eyes in thought. He shook his head weakly. "No... well, not EXACTLY. I wouldn't go seeking it out, not from an enemy. It's still defeat. I don't like defeat. But something about the sensation, the EXPERIENCE..."
A puff of air escaped Nightwind's flaring nostrils, heavy with the weight of realization. "You're a masochist. Moderately so, at least. In the Dark Dimension, there are colonies of your type. They torture and abuse each other for gratification. We leave them to their business, for the most part. We have other ways of dealing with them."
Xyzillentz shook his head again, more vigorously this time. "No, no, I wouldn't go that far. I don't like pain. Well, not my own pain. I'm not saying it isn't a fetish of some sort, but it's more specific than-"
"Stop. Please, sir, I know it's not my place to interrupt or question you, but I do not believe a discussion of your... fetishes... is of any importance at the moment."
Instead of anger at the intrusion, Xyzillentz reacted with sadness. His shoulders slumped, his voice went soft, and his eyes seemed to dull as if waiting for their shine to be replaced by tears.
"...You're right. I'm distracting myself from the real problem. I acted like a fool. Know your enemy, that's MY rule. I should have..." He flashed back for a moment to Element City, being overpowered by the electrical navi in the dirty, dark alleyway. Then to his battle alongside Energeist, outmatched by a group of foes. "...I should have learned that by now. But instead of following my own advice, I acted impulsively and paid the price. Some cunning advisor I'm turning out to be."
For a moment, there was hope in Nightwind. If Xyzillentz were to be deemed unfit for his position, or even resign himself, perhaps Samhain would allow him to take over. It would be a step back in the right direction, to earning his master's love once more... and yet, there was empathy. He didn't particularly like Xyzillentz. He certainly didn't flinch at witnessing harm or causing it himself. But he felt sad for the snake. Perhaps it was because he had failed before this new ally; he could relate. Maybe it just reminded him of his own failure. But that didn't quite seem to explain it all away; there was something more there, a bond forming, a connection - somehow, he really did feel for him.
Cautiously, hesitantly, he laid a hand on the advisor's shoulder. "...You will have many more opportunities to prove yourself. This was an incidental mistake. If that odd creature comes back, or indirectly threatens this colony - how you act then will be your REAL test. Consider this as only training - a lesson."
Once again, Xyz knew that his servant was right. It seemed bizarre, really. Here was this dedicated, loyal, experienced warrior and general. He made one mistake and was replaced with a weaker, inexperienced foreigner - and then told to obey his replacement's commands. How farcical. Nightwind was more qualified, and beyond that, he clearly wanted the job more. Xyz liked the colony just fine, but he wasn't really into politics. And besides that, he had other plans and ambitions that didn't involve this place.
Still, though, Nightwind's error had been grave. And far be it from the snake to claim that having a powerful, veteran servant was something he wouldn't like to keep. He still wasn't sure the role of advisor was right for him, but he was at least sure he shouldn't give up. Besides, abandoning the colony could mean treason and the wrath of Samhain - something he wasn't keen on invoking.
For now, he didn't vocalize any of these thoughts. Instead, there was a simple nod of the head followed by a brief but utterly sincere phrase.
"Thank you."
He smiled at Nightwind. Then a bit of an effort to get back to feeling like himself.
"But don't call me a 'sir', it's far too stuffy."
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