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Post by Wackoguy on Mar 22, 2012 16:41:47 GMT -8
"You know...considering that caramel really isn't 'liquid' per se,you might wanna re-think making it boil..." Glassman said aloud,departing from the area as well,with Fernalius leaving alongside him.
[Location Change: Green Tempest to New Life ONB HQ]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2012 17:06:30 GMT -8
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Finally out of the way of most uncanny situations, Warrior was able to take his leave. He hadn't paid Li much attention, although alot of his bullets were flying by Warrior's face earlier. The huge alligator posed a threat, but there were plenty others here for it to feed on. Why would it come after Warrior, before any of them?
Having no business here, Warrior continued his long delayed departure to go and gather information.
There was a certain Navi that came to mind when the thought of "gathering information" struck him. That data-miner, from the Sharo Mountains.
He was sure that by now he wasn't the first one to travel to him, but nonetheless, he may or may not have had the information Warrior was looking for. Regardless -- it was worth the shot.
Iria's words stuck with him as he left.
He knew he couldn't take on the world... but he wasn't afraid to try anyway. Did that make him Reckless? Or Courageous? Or perhaps even a marriage of the two?
He didn't know -- and at the moment he didn't care. That sort of mindset would probably end up getting him killed in the future, but there were more important things to worry about at the moment.
He had a strong feeling that he'd be seeing her, and the rest of the ONB, once again... not too long from now.
[Location Change: Warrior → Northern Peaks (Elbrus Range)]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2012 18:15:18 GMT -8
"Patsy" snapped at Shade despite the distance he had on her in the air. However to his surprise Patsy could jump. VERY high. With a front flip she spun downward on him in the air, bringing a 20ft tail upon his head.
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Post by sora001 on Mar 23, 2012 19:17:04 GMT -8
Shade didn't have time to be surprised by this thing's ability to jump. Mere moments before the tail would have landed, he dispersed into two small swarms of bats, which then took off towards the place where darkness breeds.
[Location Change: L'Internet de Soir]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2012 23:02:29 GMT -8
The Caramel animal disappeared the same way it appeared, in that super condensed pink energy.
Perhaps now they'll be focused on the task at hand. If the net's hands are in people's hand like them...I think we'll need more arms.
Li-Pink's eyes looked around the netscape he was currently in and decided it was best to leave at this point. Where he was going, no one was sure.
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Post by Vilicious on Mar 28, 2012 8:16:43 GMT -8
Where for so long there had been so many navis, a new one enters: In a gust of wind, he appears inside the shadow of the darker castle that had replaced the Outpost proper, in the courtyard where the creature had decimated the forces that had attempted to... stop it? Impulse and inimitable lack of intelligence shall not aid any of them now...
The navi floats toward the entrance to the building, disregarding those that remain.
EDIT: Unobstructed, the blindfolded one enters, and disappears from sight entirely past the massive stones.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 30, 2012 18:37:25 GMT -8
*An emergency warning window suddenly pops up before every Navi in the area, revealing Terra with a messagec.*
Terra: Good evening. For those of you who don't recognize me, my name is Terra and I am the current leader of the ONB.
As I'm sure everyone knows, tragedy has befallen Creamland. The network is no longer a common network, but rather something that has been taken over by unknown invaders. I have spoken with the Creamland Royal Family and have discovered that the change is somehow permanent. However, they have also revealed their plans to run their backup data on a new digital server, meaning the former Creamland will be returning to operation soon.
However, this is not the reason that I am addressing you today It seems that the change in Creamland has spawned some form of monster that now threatens our very way of life. While we are searching for a way to defeat this creature using every resource that we have available, we need more input from you, the people of the net. As such, I am opening up the ranks of the ONB to the people of the world and am creating the ONB Grand Counsel.
The counsel members will not be appointed, as the previous one was. Rather it will be voted on by the Navis of this world; each Navi voting for the representative from his or her country. We will recognize seats from Creamland, Netopia, Netfrica, Gigamerica, Sharo, and Electopia. The role of the elected individuals will be to give voice to individual countries in order to help defeat this being and govern more fairly our world.
Everyone will be allowed to run for this office within a set of specific guidelines. The campaign will begin soon, but I ask that you all remember what is at stake, and put that first.
More information on this act will come soon.
*With that, the window disappears*
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 3, 2012 18:56:41 GMT -8
*Some time after the events that caused him to leave, AirMan freely returns to the dark dimension's stronghold. With a torrent of wind forming a cyclone, he appears in the main courtyard, looking over the many Navis and.... things.... walking around. While a Navi of rather villianous nature at heart, the feeling was... less than settling. However, it seemed as though this was going to be permanent, which makes it something of kin to a new undernet. As such, best to get in on the ground-floor of whatever potentially profitable dealings may be going down.....*
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 3, 2012 19:00:16 GMT -8
A tiny, naked Xyzillentz, 3 inches tall and enveloped in a little cloud of toxic stench, appeared near the castle entrance just as the message played. Apparently that Terra freak had somehow escaped Samhain's trap. That was disconcerting, but not of immediate importance. He'd never actually met the guy, after all. And besides, Xyzie hated politics.
Nightwind's reaction was less indifferent. He scoffed at Terra's announcement. "Unknown invaders? I'd say you know who we are, considering we tossed you across the multiverse. And we would be even LESS unknown if you were to recognize our soverignity and allow a representative, instead of blaming this latest tragedy on us."
Not being from around these parts, Nightwind was unsure of whether Terra could hear him. Though even if he couldn't, he supposed it wasn't really the point; it felt nice to get that off of his chest. He was surprised that the ONB leader had managed to escape the dimensional rift he was thrown into, but not concerned - after all, even Terra had acknowledged the irreversibility of their takeover. The horse warrior was so incensed and caught up in his mini-rant that he failed to notice the arrival of AirMan, his mind unconsciously brushing the gust off as a natural occurrence (or as natural as anything on the net can be).
Xyzie, however, had no choice but to notice. The gust sent him flying like a leaf in the wind, blowing away his "cloud cover" and sending a wave of icy cold across his exposed flesh. Which, actually, felt kind of nice. His vulnerable, tiny body's ultimate landing and collision with a rock, however, did not.
"AIIIIEEEE! Da**it, AirMan! Be careful!" He shrieked with impressive volume for such a little guy, partially out of pain and partially because he'd been missing AirMan. He was quite looking forward to getting his attention and having a chat.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 3, 2012 19:25:20 GMT -8
*A tiny squeek resounds at the wake of the storm Navi's winds.... a squeak that knew his name? Looking around, AirMan sees nothing at first, but then notices something pale and roughly the size of a mouse plastered to a nearby rock. Walking up, he looks to this strange creature and kneels before it to get a better look... and that's when he sees the face*
AirMan: ...h...hohoho.... HOHOHOHOHO! Surely you jest! Xyzillentz, is this truly you?!
*Reaching down, AirMan lifts Xyzillentz by the scruff of his neck with two fingers and brings him to eye-level*
AirMan: ....it IS you! ho-HO! A small problem, it seems you have!!!
*Throughly enjoying his obvious pun, AirMan bursts out laughing at the tiny toxic terror. This was simply too funny to be believed*
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 3, 2012 19:32:56 GMT -8
In spite of the situation - and the obvious discomfort from the way in which he was being handled - Xyzillentz couldn't help but smile himself. He loved a good pun. Or a bad one, really, which helped a lot in this case. His toxic stench began to reassert itself, flowing out from his little pores and surrounding him with a toxic veil of not-quite-vision-obscuring gas. Not that Xyzie was shy about being seen naked, especially not by people he liked.
The pressure around his neck from his own skin being used to lift him was becoming too much, though, and prevented him from talking. Xyzie motioned to his throat and then made a cupping gesture with his hands, hoping to instruct his comrade on how to hold him.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 3, 2012 19:36:08 GMT -8
*Lost in the humor of the situation, AirMan ignores Xyzillentz' motions for several moments before finally realizing what he wanted. He then exaguratedly takes his free hand, holds it under the reptilian darkloid for a few seconds, and drops him a few inches to his new perch*
AirMan: Hohoho... this story, I cannot wait to hear....
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 3, 2012 19:47:07 GMT -8
Relieved, Xyzillentz took several deep breaths - a few more than he needed, in fact. He adored his scent and wasn't usually exposed to it in full force, so he decided to savor it for the time being.
That done, he did his best to put together an explanation. "Well, on the beach I had an... odd encounter with some incredibly powerful evil navi named Caliga. He was strong, but he insisted on playing mind games. And I trounced him. After admitting his defeat, he gave me this odd mark on the back of my hand..." he held it up for his ally to see. "...And then he exploited a particular weakness of mine. The only way I could save myself from a rather unpleasant demise was to resort to... well, this." No need for too many specifics, at the moment. The stench cloud forming around Xyzie's body, meanwhile, continued to grow, billowing towards AirMan's face...
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 3, 2012 20:01:54 GMT -8
*At times like these, being a Navi of non-biological nature had its obvious perks. AirMan holds back laughing as best he can as Xyzillentz speaks, the noxious gas creeping about him the entire time. In spite of the corosive nature of the gas, AirMan paid it no mind, knowing that his natural repair systems would be able to keep it at bay*
AirMan: Hoho... an odd trinket indeed. However, the effects of this... last-resort... of yours. Are they temporary, or is this rather unfortunate make-over permanent, hmm?
*It's then that AirMan notices just how.... exposed.... the toxic Darkloid within his hand is. Placing his free hand across his eyes, not so much to grant the illusion of privacy as an expression of exasperation, the storm Navi lets out a sarcastic sigh*
AirMan: ....and, perhaps more importantly; your suit, where is it?
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 3, 2012 20:17:16 GMT -8
"Relax, AirMan, I don't mind giving you a bit of a show. My suit is on the beach. It didn't shrink with me. As for your first question, I'm stuck like this until I'm deleted and reform." He shrugged. "Not that I mind too much. Like I said, this opens up... interesting possibilities." There was an obvious glint of childlike excitement in his pin-point eyes.
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