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Post by Raven8 on Nov 16, 2011 19:35:58 GMT -8
*Some time had already passed since the battle's end, yet one Navi who had been there since the start was mysteroiusly absent from the final proceedings. In a far corner of the room, behind one of the random structures that adorne the walls, is the Navi known as Edge. Fast asleep in his hammoc, as he had been since long before the fight against Samhain started.
Aroused by the Navis in the area talking, yet somehow not by the full-scale battles that had been raging before through an open multi-dimensional gate, Edge finally opens his eyes.... to see what appears to be a tiny black pumpkin with wings staring at him*
Edge: SPIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*In a matter of a split second, the crest flies across the room, instantly followed by a set of solid white energy saw-blades..... then came edge. Leaping back and kicking off the wall behind him, the emerald Navi pile-drives heel first into the crest and crushes it with all of his strength. He then lifts his foot to inspect it... at which time he realizes that it's not a spider at all*
Edge: ....
*With a shrug, Edge takes the shattered crest and pins it to himself, at which time the left wing falls off. Then, as if nothing had happened, the Chained Blader returns to his hammoc*
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Post by Snakeskin on Nov 17, 2011 0:08:40 GMT -8
Nightwind's eyes opened. He blinked once. Twice. His eyes surveyed the landscape. It was as it had been since their invasion... twisted, corrupted, evil. Colonists were milling about, examining their new home. Excellent. That meant they'd been successful. His master had conquered this land and now it was his to - no. Not anymore. Memory washed over him and crashed down like a tsunami. His master had been upset. Furious. He'd knocked him away... taken his power. Yes, he could feel it now. He was weaker... and there was no way that Samhain would entrust this colony to him now.
Had he been abandoned? Had his master left him behind forever? Thrown him out like a wet, useless match? No. It couldn't be. He loved him... he couldn't leave him. But he couldn't sense his presence... he'd left the dimension. He wouldn't be back for at least a year... if then.
But he would be watching. With that realization, Nightwind's path was clear. He choked back the tears that had been building up in his eyes and stood up. He ached, but nothing was broken. He turned to the castle, hearing voices inside. He paused for a moment as he reached the door. He took a moment to build up his courage, to convince himself of his path. He had to do it. Whoever had been chosen in his place would have acted in battle, valiantly serving where he had failed to. That, he felt, was enough to consider a defeat. He had been bested, and it was time for him to submit to his superior - his new master. He would serve him well until Samhain returned. Seeing this loyalty, he would take him back. He had to believe it. He had to commit.
He walked into the lobby of the dark castle, voice booming. "Who here has been named governor?"
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Post by Genesis on Nov 17, 2011 2:42:01 GMT -8
"The same as usual, yet not so much."
*They would work towards their goals as always regardless of who was at expense because of it. There was something else that was rather surprising yet funny at the same time. That being the fact that Edge had slept through the battle and woke up mostly because he thought a spider was going to crawl on him in his sleep. Some people could make light of a lot of things after all.*
"You're still here?"
*Guess he really liked napping with his hammock. Upon the booming voice it was probably made apparent to anyone else who had come by now who he referred to as 'the flying horse'. Nightwind was back up, and though he was pretty inferior to his state before, he was left behind for his failure after all. Inaction could cause that sometimes.*
"That'd be me over here."
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Post by Snakeskin on Nov 17, 2011 4:01:08 GMT -8
Stern and silent, Nightwind walked up to Xion, not acknowledging the others but taking note of them as he passed. He recognized most of them from the invasion - Xyzillentz had stayed on the side of his master, but the others had not. Still, he trusted Samhain's selection. Xion, the other loyal follower, had been appointed governor in his place. Surely he had some reason for allowing the presence of the others.
Nightwind stopped just in front of Xion. His wings folded behind his back as he knelt down in a graceful manner despite his armor. He closed his eyes and paused for a split second, the gravity of the situation weighing on him, as if he were supporting the entire castle on his muscled frame. But he had already made the decision - there was no going back now. He was bound to his duty - tied to his destiny.
"Governor Xion of the 666th Dark Dimension Colony... I acknowledge your superiority and yield to your will. I shall serve you in any capacity you deem suitable... my master." His mouth closed around the final word, lips forming into a pucker as he placed them upon the darkloid's foot, completing the ceremonial kiss... placing his existence in the hands of a stranger.
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Post by notegg on Nov 17, 2011 5:09:15 GMT -8
"Embera. . ."
Finalii's voice was still low, but it was much more then a mumbling. Why was Embera helping him? Finalii thought that they were enemies, not allies? Was he just confused? Why would she help him? What had he done to deserve help? Was Embera really on his side? He took a small step away from Embera.
"No- nothing. . . nothing, that's all. Nothing is wrong, OKAY?!"
The anger rose in his voice. None of this made sense. Why would you live life just to live it? Why would you help someone because you could? You wouldn't. . . would you?
"I'm. . . sorry. Embera. . . why are you helping me?"
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Nov 17, 2011 10:04:43 GMT -8
Syn gave a small grin through it all; from the waking Navi's strange acts, to Xion's comfirmation of their intents. Though, know Syn was aware of who the flying horse was, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the new comer. Well, if this was the old governor, what could he possible- Syn blinked at the display of submission to the Darkloid, pausing in movement. ...Well. That was a bit unexpected. Seems like this one either adhered to the rule of might, or he just had that strong of a loyalty to his other master. Then came the strange outburst from one of the other Navis. All in all, a weird day on his return.
"...Wasn't aware you liked it like this Xion."[/color]
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 18, 2011 13:55:12 GMT -8
Opera appears in the area, thanking herself that she got that DarkSoul. She looks around, and notices nothing interesting happening.
Opera: Anything interesting going to happen soon, or did I miss it all?
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Post by "Bill" on Nov 19, 2011 18:18:40 GMT -8
[glow=white,2,990]*Embera only smiled as she patted Finalii on the back before speaking to him softly.*
Embera: Why not? There's not a reason I SHOULDN'T help you... is there?
*Before she could continue, an awkward navi came in non-chalantly, talking like she was familiar with everyone. Not one to leave an elephant un-noticed, Embera spoke to the strange one.*
Embera: Just who the heck are you?![/glow]
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 20, 2011 6:39:18 GMT -8
Opera was slightly taken aback at Embera's forthrightness, but not much. Embera is Embera, after all.
Opera: Frankly, I'm not really anybody. Sure, I've been around a while, and there was that Eon fight way back when, but to be honest, I'm just another Navi waiting for something interesting to happen. Name's Opera, if it matters.
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Post by notegg on Nov 20, 2011 8:10:47 GMT -8
-Sheep-
Sheep, although lonely and forgotten, remembered that the new governor of Creamland owes 10,000 zenny, with interest, putting it at 15,000 zenny. . . for pizza delivery. He appeared and immediately demanded that he was given 15,000 Zenny plus a considerable tip.
-Finalii-
Why is Opera doing nothing? Does she not have a life other then this? Does Embera have a reason for not helping Finalii? Is she doing it to spite him? These thoughts and more raced through Finalii's mind. Why is this happening? This doesn't make any sense. What is it that makes people want to live? What is it that makes Navis act the way they do? Is it because they live in spite of death? In spite of the fact that eventually they'll all be forgotten? Was everyone just pawns of higher beings? Were their actions just some celestial game of fate played by cruel gods?
It didn't matter. Finalii had come here to join Embera in the resistance, although he didn't know why particularly. Finalii felt like suddenly so many things were unfamiliar. Embera was almost like a ghost in his mind. She was standing next to him, and yet she feels so far away.
"Embera. . . thanks. . . I guess. . . umm. . . uh. . . could I join the resistance?. . ."
Finalii's voice trailed off. Did Embera have a reason not to help? Could he be deleted on the spot for asking? What about the time when he had spazzed out over coffee? Was it just forgiven? What about him owing her for rescuing him from jail? Without Embera's fire element Finale would still be rotting away. In fact, if Finalii had not been rescued, his Viral relations would have been discovered and he probably would have been deleted. Permanently. Did Embera know this? Was she going to say he owed her his life? Was Finalii unknowingly signing himself into slavery by joining the resistance?
Finalii had a headache. He decided he shouldn't think too hard about why people do things. It didn't make much sense. In retrospect though, it honestly made just about as much sense as all of Finalii's life up to now. Ion, Trance, Xyz, Namkcab. . . were they all just people who were tricking him? That wanted to control him?
"Why? Mrs. Opera, why are you doing that? - Just waiting. Isn't that boring? Why do you live?"
He wanted to know. He wanted answers as to why everyone was suddenly like a stranger to him. Finalii would have quickly accepted Opera as an ally. . . but was she really on his side? Who was she really? Despite this, all Finalii's voice sounded like when he asked her about life was a mumble.
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 20, 2011 8:51:02 GMT -8
Opera was amused by Finalii's question. She then sets to work correcting his grammar.
Opera: First off, Mrs. is generally followed by the last name of the female you are adressing, and only if they are or were married. I have no plans to be married, so just call me Opera. As for why I live, it's extremely difficult to permanently delete a Navi, so the choice of whether to live has already been made for me.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 20, 2011 10:23:52 GMT -8
Jinko had grown bored by now and reappeared in the outpost, next to Finalii.
Jinko: Made for you? You make yourself sound like a Mr.Prog saying that. Everyone has their own choices to make, and no-one can take that choice away from you.
He offered his hand to Finalii
Jinko: We met at Guass. When Xyz was playing with your head. I wouldn't trust anything he says. Also, just keep this in mind. When you're in trouble, just contact me, or someone else you know. You don't have to do everything on your own, you have friends that can help you.
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 20, 2011 10:37:46 GMT -8
Opera hears Jinko, and laughs.
Opera: Normally, that would be good advice, but in context you're basically advocating suicide. Maybe it was the fact that you walked into the middle of the conversation, but it's better to say nothing and have people wonder if you're an idiot than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.
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Post by kyuubi25 on Nov 20, 2011 11:22:15 GMT -8
Jinko: No, that's what you're doing. I'm simply trying to make him understand that there are times when he will need someone's help, whether he wants it or not.
He glared at the strange navi in a way that would strike fear into those weaker than him.
Jinko: Seriously, seems like you're being a overly critical of the situation.
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Post by Opera Staccato on Nov 20, 2011 12:44:40 GMT -8
Opera sees the limits of communication, and decides to clarify.
Opera: I was referring to your comment directed at me, not your comment directed at him. Again with the not paying enough attention to what others are saying. You don't have the excuse of coming in at the middle this time, so I'll have to assume that...
Opera gets a sudden flash of realization.
Opera: Actually, you probably just have other things on your mind. You look like the kind of guy who's lost everything that matters to them. In that case, everything makes sense.
(OOC: Version doesn't really exist in the RP except as an abstraction of power, so the only one who could possibly get away with mentioning it in an RP post is a crazy Navi like Cold Man or Opera, and I try to keep plausible deniability regarding her medium awareness.)
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