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Post by Team Active Star on Aug 17, 2013 0:51:12 GMT -8
The Mercenary
The Client almost ran into someone, turning his gaze slightly to see who it was, which caused his digital heart to skip a beat. Muttering a curse at recognizing Iria, he hoped that she wouldn't notice him as he passed to stand next to the client, leaving Iria to his back. "So, do you have a plan on how to find who you seek?"
The Chased
Shadow had gotten to the Hacker's N before Iria, luckily. Also in his favor, was the fact that he was in a different section of the area currently. But that could easily change. Currently, he was biding his time, recovering from the last scuffle, and looking for clues to the rare Advanced Dark Chips, that supposedly still exist somewhere.
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Post by Shast on Aug 17, 2013 19:16:04 GMT -8
{ Iria } Strength: 4Durability: 3Speed: 3Accuracy: 3Stealth: 0Awareness: 3 The stalwart commander continued her trudge through the downtrodden streets of Hacker's N completely indignant to the other street goers. An aggressive walker if there ever was one, most who came into her path just plain got out of the way. She was less oblivious to their presence and more uncaring of their well being. After all, the only navis that thrived in this dumb were darkloids right? Never the less Iria kept her wit about her in this den of demons while she hunted her quarry.
The eyes and hushed whispers continued however and despite many veering away from the lightmonger's path there were those with just such a suicidal death wish that plotted in the overbearing shadows of her demise.
One such zealous heel navi approached the king and nudged him while whispering Ay, you 'fink if we team up we 'an take 'er? in a poor... broken English accent.
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Post by Raven8 on Aug 17, 2013 19:28:34 GMT -8
*Not far from where the would-be king and the ONB commander are, MagicMan overhears the silent whisper of the heel Navi threatening Iria above the crowd. Since the moment he'd noticed her, he'd been scanning the area for reaction.... and a reaction is what he found. Glancing over for a split second, he turns away as a voice rises behind this heel Navi, speaking from the very wind*
The girl is under World 3 protection. If she doesn't delete you, a far more horrific fate awaits
*MagicMan then walks past Embera, motioning for her to follow*
MagicMan: There are under-currents at work here. Wisdom dictates we make ourselves unseen.
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Post by notegg on Aug 19, 2013 15:48:47 GMT -8
Finale
It seems good things come to those that seek them, Finale thought to himself. Brushing past the Heel navi, Finale approached Iria, motioning for the Mercenary to follow. He stops a few feet before Iria, staring her down. She was pretty, if a bit... flamboyant. It was obvious she was an ONB enforcer, her gloves painting that fact quite clearly. She seemed more than capable of defending herself, but was not the voice that Finale seeked. Finale left Iria with parting advice. "Even the purest light cannot shine through this infinite darkness. Take care where you tread." And Finale was gone. Turned in an instant, and trying to find the mysterious voice-on-the-wind. Instead of finding what he was looking for, he instead found another person of interest. "Hey there beautiful." Finale said, putting out a hand to help Embera up.
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Post by Raven8 on Aug 22, 2013 7:14:04 GMT -8
*As Finale reaches down to help Embera, MagicMan simply glances back for a moment before continuing on. Making himself known could be disastrous at this point, so he paid no more mind to the situation at hand as he moved deeper into the alleyway*
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Post by Team Active Star on Aug 22, 2013 10:36:22 GMT -8
The Mercenary
Being requested to follow, he did so, if subtly begrudgingly. Why was he moving back towards Iria? Even though they had a sort of...treaty, if you could call it such. He hated dealing with her over zealous ONB crap. Alas, here he was, listening to the Client seem to leave her with some parting advice before he turned on his heels to go else where. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight wave to her, before he followed behind his Client again.
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Post by Shast on Aug 22, 2013 13:13:41 GMT -8
{ Iria } Strength: 4Durability: 3Speed: 3Accuracy: 3Stealth: 0Awareness: 3 Finale and his compatriot had walked away from the degenerate heel navis offer, the winds threat of "W3" fell on deaf ears however, as the organization has done nothing in years. Fallen off the edge of the underverse per say. Baw. Nuts to 'em and es buddy. The dupe continued. Determined to find a means to bring about the lightmonsters end. Slipping back into the back alley shadows the purple darkloid eventually bumped into a certain black armored navi plopped on the ground, relishing the effects of a Dark recovery. oi' you got a fix for a friend?
This dump has some real sadsacks mixed in with its trash. obviously referring to Finale with the statement. Just as Iria was about to return alone to her hunt she caught sight of a wave... and then the navi giving it. It was a certain navi she tolerated for his profession alone. Luckily for her, she had just the need for him.
Oh! HEY Iria shouted at him, before casually catching back up him and turning him around. Good timing. I don't know what you're doing in this cesspool but you're going to help me track down a criminal. You're good at that so it shouldn't take long. Whether she was referring to his ability to actually track down criminals, or be one himself, only she knew.
He's big, decked from head to toe in black armor with gold trim. He's probably wounded. Often uses a big cannon. After the crash course description Iria waited expectantly for the navis compliance.
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Post by Team Active Star on Aug 27, 2013 9:41:20 GMT -8
The Mercenary
'Oh! HEY'
'...perfect...'
Iria was not who he wanted to deal with at all right now. Much like she tolerated him, he tolerated her, and only professionally. He'd hate to find out how annoying she could be if she thought they were friends and hung around him more then business required.
Turning back to face her, he made sure to keep his facial features neutral, to make sure he didn't hint to her his annoyance at her bugging him. He was already on a job, and didn't exactly need distractions. But on the other hand, he was always glad to have a favor up on Iria, as those had come in handy in the past.
"I'm working on something already. You'd have to check with my Client to see if he is ok with this delay."
Jerking a thumb towards Finale's direction, he indicated who his client was. He assumed she wouldn't give two cares about him working already, and would drag him off anyway, but at least in his defense, he told her he was busy already, in case his client wanted to get on his case about this later.
The Chased
Shadow looked at the heel navi that asked him for a 'fix', and just stared for a moment. It was a calculating stare, one most would recognize as someone weighing in their mind, how they wanted to respond to the one in front of them. In his case, it only took a few moments to make his decision.
FFFSHHHZZZZZZ!
The heel navi would find Shadow's arm blade protruding out his back, having completely impaled it, unless some sort of defensive action was taking with in the short span of time. And even if it did, Shadow knew his message was clear by his actions, to leave him be and get lost.
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Post by Shast on Aug 27, 2013 10:36:06 GMT -8
{ Iria } Strength: 4Durability: 3Speed: 3Accuracy: 3Stealth: 0Awareness: 3 Iria glanced over to Finale. He was the same one who had JUST given her a lecture on life. Goodie. This is more important than preaching philosophy to people who don't care. Besides, since when have you favored side-quests over the main plot? She leaned to the side slightly, looking beyond the merc and towards his employer. You can help too. Another body means less search time. You heard the description let's go. Iria, against her personality, didn't immediately assume total cooperation and leave ahead of the two. Wanting instead to get verbal confirmation of their support in the trio's surely mutual desire to see the net cleansed of another darkloid.
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Augh! the purple heel navi spit the word in a hack while falling off Shadow's blade and collapsing onto the ground. As the navi fell he hurled a small bomb between the two of no particular type.
Within a moment the bomb busted open creating a small cloud of smoke enshrouding the two. After a moment the smoke cleared revealing a couple of Purple Bunny viruses with angry eyebrows painted on them. Bringing up their rear was the very same darkloid as before except his person was encircled with a purple aura signalling a darksoul. 'At was rude! Tomtom, Timtam! Get'em! The two Bunny viruses began hurling disks of electrical energy at Shadow while their owner materialized a darkchip and crammed it inside of him. The effects being not immediately apparent.
<Edit: Sorry Encore. I don't know where that first half of the darkloids post went.>
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Post by notegg on Aug 30, 2013 18:25:58 GMT -8
Finale
Finale turns on his heel. Approaching Iria at a quickly. The king walks up to the ONB's dog, getting quite close behind her. Almost too close. Whispering in her ear, he says "I'll bite. Take me on your goose chase. But explain to me why you're under World 3 protection first." Grinning a fanged smile, Finale moves quickly, as if through Iria - preventing her from moving in her intended direction. "Tell me, why is the ONB reaching here anyway? I thought they were long gone?"
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Post by Shast on Sept 1, 2013 9:12:05 GMT -8
{ Iria } Strength: 4Durability: 3Speed: 3Accuracy: 3Stealth: 0Awareness: 3 Iria swatted at her ear to get the gnat away just as he deftly moved to her front side.
W3 protection? Colonel was technically one of their ilk, tornado too. Colonel works with me, and Tornado is attached at the hip to the lobby. I'd hardly call them my protectors. Iria began walking down the street again, thumping into Finale's shoulder with hers as she went by him. You must be new, but the ONB has been and always will be.
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Post by notegg on Oct 5, 2013 8:25:54 GMT -8
Finale
"So, you have no idea..." Finale said to himself, back to Iria. He pondered what he should do. The sad sack that was his body certainly wasn't in any condition for fighting, and although this girl was protected for whatever reason, she had no idea. Pondering for a second, Finale made a decision. "You said you know a couple of World 3 navis? If I help you catch this criminal, say you give me a contact or two? I have... a debt that needs paying." Finale said all this, his back still to Iria, her back to his, so that she couldn't see his face. He was a clever liar, but he didn't expect the cops to fooled easily.
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Post by Shast on Jun 29, 2014 22:34:13 GMT -8
Iria (That's some server lag, huh..) but suddenly! An explosion shakes the ground beneath the group and following suite the explosion itself from the nearby alley, obscuring most of the street nearby and scattering all of the navis present. After a moment Iria picks herself up off the ground, nicked but nothing more as a thin white veil protected her majority. "Ha!" she scoffed. Anything that damages this dump is alright in my book. the navi thought to herself while dusting off the flakes of debris. *Bzzrm* A bright blade whiffed right in front of her. With a look of confused disgust Iria turned her head to greet the dipstick with the gall to "throw a punch" at her. Behind the noble, but stupid, Heel navi were a few others in somewhat confident but shaky stances. Ready to back their friend up but unsure how smart it would be to do so. The offending darkloid loaded another chip and swung with the same sabre as before only to have Iria grip him by the blade arms wrist. With a gleeful expression of the common sadist Iria crushes the navis forearm and rips it off. Then proceeds to cut him in half with his own darksword as it disperses into data bits, the rest of him following suit. His three buddies quickly attempt to scatter but two trip over themselves to get away, easily allowing Iria to catch them. Grabbing the first by the leg she swings him over her back like a sack and slams him down with explosive force onto the second denizen of Hackers N, deleting them both in a haze of purple data bits and white fire. The third had just managed to reach the nearest portal out of the Undernet but with Iria in toe. Just as he dived for home plate Iria tackled him and through the portal they went. [Iria -> Forest Network(Pg:8)]
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Post by notegg on Jul 4, 2014 16:24:32 GMT -8
A breeze. A word.
"MagicMan."
He was here - wasn't he? Only time would tell for Finale.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 6, 2014 17:25:07 GMT -8
The words flit on the breeze, yet no direct response rises. In the short time that it had taken Finale to arrive, the Navi that he seeks hadn't made it yet, leaving him alone on the very outskirts of the Undernet's largest city; not a particularly safe place to be. However, it doesn't take very long; strolling down one of the streets, the robe-like armor of the mystic Navi breaks the dim light, seeming to already know exactly where he's going. After a few moments, he discovers the ethereal form of Finale. Seeing the Navi that had been seeking him, MagicMan walks over with a nod and stops, glancing around to ensure privacy for the location.
MagicMan: Finale, I presume. Forgive me if we've met in the past, but my memory still fails me from time to time. However, I am familiar with your exploits.
MagicMan takes a step back and sits down on the railing to one of the undernet's catwalks, making himself relatively comfortable in the process.
MagicMan: But on to business. I understand from listening in on TornadoMan's conversation that you have need of my skill set. Care to elaborate?
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