“I am a roaming will from years ago!” _______________________________________________________
Bring them to their knees? As if to display superiority?
HeatMan was not too fond of the wording, but AirMan seemed to be pointing him in the right direction. His goal was not even a whisper, but a thought in the mind of the fiery NetNavi who simply hovered there above ground seeing AirMan make his exit. His eyes narrowing slightly at the address that AirMan was heading to, but followed regardless of the danger he was digging deeper into.
Sitting through Feint's monologue was hard enough on Xezzukhz. Such a puny, insolent creature making such meaningless statements. He did his best to ignore her. Breaking his composure in the face of such petty insults was, after all, beneath him. The second monologue, from the sycophantic one called Ichabod, was at least less offensive if still rather... overdone. He responded to it with nothing more than an ambiguous grunt. But this third navi... he appeared to be doing nothing. Not bowing, not responding, not even giving him the courtesy of acknowledging his unholy presence. THAT was something which he could not tolerate at the present moment.
Xezzukhz' tail twisted and writhed behind him like an agonized snake, twirling in the air and building up momentum for several seconds before it finally lashed out at Siega like a whip, glowing with green power. A deafening crack split the stale, salty air as the four tips slashed across the navi's body, tearing it to shreds of code in an instant.
Nightwind stood stoic through the entire event, obviously used to such cruel and sudden punishment from his time serving Lord Samhain directly. His only apparent reaction was a slight curling of the lips, perhaps the beginnings of a frown at the prospect of losing all but one of their recruits.
Xezzukhz, for his part, turned his attention back to Ichabod. "If you are as devoted to me as you claim, you will surely be deleted in the battle to come. Possibly permanently. You are tenacious, but also weak and insignificant. If you wish to leave, leave now, as it will be no great loss to my cause. If you choose to stay, know that there are no rewards for failure. Just ask Nightwind what happened when he failed our Lord Samhain."
Though Nightwind remained stoic on the surface, inside there was a powerful surge of shame - and perhaps, somewhere deep within, a small rumbling of resentment, even anger, towards the Governor for mocking him in front of this stranger. It was an emotion he did his best to dismiss immediately.
"So tell me, Ichabod... what is it you actually think you can do to serve me, besides so loudly declaring your allegiance as you already have?"
And then a sudden darkness!The room became pitch black...
The sound of music begins to build louder. Then BAM! lights from an unknown source light the center of the room and standing in the spotlight is a tall slender man with the most banging Afro in all of existence. Bowed in a most fabulous pose towards the governor.
"DiscoKid at your service, can you dig it?" Disco loudly proclaims, the rooms lighting back to normal and the music fading out. A quick move and Disco stood next to Nightwind leaning on his chest. "Hey there Pegatuar(pegasus-minotaur) I heard through the grape vine you all are looking to start up a groovy party!" Another quickly fluid motion and Disco moved away from Nightwind before he could react. "and I want in! Can you dig?"
SIEGA.EXE DELETED "He... he has no mercy..." Ichabod thought to himself. As Govenor shifted his hellish gaze towards Ichabod, he began to wonder if he was about to suffer a similar fate to Siega. "If you are as devoted to me as you claim, you will surely be deleted in the battle to come. Possibly permanently. You are tenacious, but also weak and insignificant. If you wish to leave, leave now, as it will be no great loss to my cause. If you choose to stay, know that there are no rewards for failure. Just ask Nightwind what happened when he failed our Lord Samhain." In response, Ichabod quickly glanced at Nightwind. He acted as though his name hadn't been mentioned at all, much less insulted. It was at this moment that Ichabod realized that Nightwind was a "model employee" of sorts. If he wanted to survive within Xezzukhz's ranks, he would have to stick with him. Ichabod quickly turned his attention back to Xezzukhz. "So tell me, Ichabod... what is it you actually think you can do to serve me, besides so loudly declaring your allegiance as you already have?" A loaded question. One that puzzled Ichabod for a moment. However, delaying too long would only frustrate the demigod. He was about to answer, when the lights suddenly turned off. Loud music began to ring out throughout the office. Suddenly, a navi appeared in a flash of light. "GROOVY!" Inside Ichabod's mind, the addition of another Navi into this ridiculous situation upset him greatly. He just reconciled with the fact that he was Xezzukhz only remaining solder, and now had to once again compete for attention. "I heard through the grape vine you all are looking to start up a groovy party, And I want in! Can you dig?" Now that the fool had finished speaking, Ichabod seized his opportunity to finally respond to the Governor's question. Still kneeling in front of the titan, Ichabod answered. "To be honest with you my lord, I realize I am weak.And that is why I have come to you. I was hoping I could learn to be strong within you ranks, and be a personal servant to you. An apprentice, of sorts..." Ichabod paused, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves."Of course, I understand if such a request is overbearing. If you prefer to see me as insignificant, then I beg you to let me be within your army preforming the role of solder. Because, sir, even the most insignificant of earthworms may fertilize the ground for his master whom walk upon it." Ichabod pauses once again. This time, out of a lack of words. If he truly needed to convince the Govenor, he would have to reveal the truth. "Please understand my lord. I... have no where else to turn. I just awoke recently, in an alleyway of the dark city. Apparently, I preformed a self memory delete, to give myself a second chance at life. I have no operator. No memory. No possessions. But as wandered the streets, confused and alone, I heard your announcement. You, my lord, Xezzukhz, are my second chance..." Ichabod closed the emotional floodgate, before he began to look like more of a mess than he already was. He couldn't take any of that back now. Ichabod hoped, with every inch of his being, that Xezzukhz might sympathize with him, and help him become strong. Ichabod now breaks eye contact with the Governor, and stares at the ground while he passes his judgement. This was the defining moment, he shall now be beckoned to rise as either an apprentice, a solder, or an exile.
Neither of the Dark Dimension natives knew how to react to DiscoKid's... unusual entrance. Xezzukhz seemed mildly irritated by the loud interruption, while Nightwind simply stood silently, eyebrows arched quizzicaly, as the new arrival busted his moves. When the show had come to an end and DiscoKid was pressed up against his armored chest, he responded with a question he immediately sensed that he would regret asking. "DiscoKid? ...What is a 'disco'?"
Ignoring the far-out fella for now, Xezzukhz returned his attention to Ichabod. "No memories or purpose, hm? Well then... I suppose your existence means as little to you as it does to me. Good." He crossed his scaly arms across his chest, grinding his razor-sharp teeth. "But considering your frailty, we will need to be smart about your use. Perhaps you should be sent in as a distraction along with this..." Xezzukhz glanced at DiscoKid, motioning at him dismissively. "...Other one."
Disco's draw literally dropped onto the floor."WHAT IS DISCO!? my main horse headed man how can you live without knowing of lifes greatest pleasure! Disco is the music of motion and soul brother!" Disco busted a few poses while explaining, then walked calmly to the nearest wall and then straight up it until he was on the roof standing upside down. "If you want a distraction I will throw a party that will get everybody's attention!" Doing a quick 720 spin his hair gave off the small reflections of a disco ball.
Xezzukhz raised a single eyebrow. "A party? Hm..." He raised a claw to his chin thoughtfully, his tail swaying back and forth slowly. "It could present an interesting opportunity. Perhaps if we turned it into a trap of sorts..."
Nightwind looked over to his master, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly. "What did you have in mind?"
"Since our recruits are so weak, we cannot rely on them to defeat our opponents. Perhaps, however, if I were to provide a bit of dark magic..." A green flame burst into being in midair directly in front of him, burning out in a matter of seconds. A golden orb had materialized within, a brilliant red jewel at its center. "Once your guests have arrived, press the jewel like a button. It should help even the odds."
The orb floated over to Ichabod, seemingly of its own power, the jewel flashing dimly.
Ichabod clutches the orb with great tenacity. He now had a purpose. "I shall not fail you my lord!" Icabod declared with the utmost certainty that he would succeed. Although this job might not have been his first choice, he was proud to be of use to anyone. As if there wasn't a second to spare, Ichabod sharply turned toward his afro headed ally. "Ok, lets go... but lets make something clear," Ichabod spoke sternly. "You follow my lead. I don't want you conga-lining us into trouble." With self instated command cemented, Ichabod warped out of the office. This is his first, and last chance. And he would not fail.
Disco laughed and jumped off the ceiling and back onto the floor. "It seems our poor little forgetmenot is a tad too over zealous. He hadn't even asked where our good sponsor the Governor wants his welcoming party held! Speaking of which where were you thinking Lord X? and might Mr. Handsome Horsey here going to join us for security?" spinning over to Nightwind and striking a pose.
Xezzukhz grunted, still unsure how to respond to DiscoKid's... antics. He did, however, know the appropriate response to his question.
"Nightwind will not be accompanying you. The entire point of a trap is for the enemy to be lured into it, ideally unaware. If they see my top warrior there they will know to expect something... unpleasant." A small smirk formed on his lips as he envisioned the device's activation and its results. He'd never gotten the chance to test it... but if it misfired and injured the two imbeciles who had volunteered for the mission, it would be no great loss to him.
"As for your overeager companion, considering his boldness, I would imagine he's gone straight to the castle. You had best pursue him."
As Ruin rocketed through the air, he quickly caught up to Disco, grabbing his leg mid flight as he reached the peak of his jump. The descent began, and he was aimed just right. He was coming down right on the ship. Taking Disco back with his arm, Ruin threw Disco down to the ship, the navi shooting down like an atillery shot hitting its mark, denting into the ship's metal floors. With Ruin coming down shortly after, it was much less like a shot fired from even artillery, it was more akin to a bomb touching down. As Ruin's fist met Disco, the half of the ship he landed tore away, water from the ocean shooting high into the air. As the water settled, it rained down as the walls of the ocean retained their raised position. Ruin stood alone at ground zero.
As Disco hit stuck in the deck of the ship body upside down and rigid like an arrow, he let out his last few words "Disco never dies...*cough*...its in the soul..." and then explodes into a brilliant psychedelic cloud of data
Simultaneously the vortex shuts it opens once more, spitting its carrier out as he continues his stroll. Glancing down at the hole he spots Ruin standing there. This just solidified the obviousness of who caused the explosion.
Xion must have sent him to take care of things. Lazy. Still he was here and wouldn't let Ruin have all the fun. If their foe were in the ship he'd have no choice but to relocate or sink with what was left of the ship. So Jax waits on the coast. Arms crossed swapping glances between Ruin and the ship every so often.
"???: I'm "♥♪!?", but it's hard to pronounce so... call me Geno, after the doll." Gen: All American. The Cobalt Mirage: All the time. Shast: IN AMERICA "They're so far below the understanding of how it could work that it physically hurts me"
Post by theguyiscalledsteve on Nov 5, 2014 11:43:35 GMT -8
RainMan was in freak out mode.He had watched a Navi get savagely deleted by a mysterious Navi.It had fully become clear that RainMan was in a VERY bad place.As much as he hated to leave he knew he must.That and the boat was in very bad shape at the moment from the impact of the Navi.
"Screw this I'm leaving!' RainMan said as he jacked out back to where he came from.