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Post by Raven8 on Jun 3, 2014 21:21:12 GMT -8
[smear:005500]The attacks came, battering Gospel with massive force, yet not leaving a scratch on the beast. However, with Embera now directly in its line of vision, Gospel undergoes a strange transformation. Its head seems to pixilate and disappear, leaving its body behind.
Without even a split second's delay, a set of monochrome figures appear around Embera. the first is the visage of the Onyx Overlord, Genesis, who instantly performs an overhead slash with Fate, which cuts through the bugged ground as if it wasn't even there. The force and energy of this strike releases a solid black shockwave of explosive energy that tears a massive scar of deleted data in its path. A path aimed directly for Embera.
The second doppelganger to appear is that of Zane, who takes form directly in front of Embera with his fist already reared back and glowing bright red with a furious power. Thrusting it forward, the bugged copy of Zane punches with unrivaled explosive force and releases all of its energy at once, forming a small sun at the epicenter of the punch from the pure power.
The third is that of Resonance. The temporal Navi appears at a distance with his unique and elaborate buster already formed and aimed. Taking a step back, the copy of Resonance releases a sonic blast from his weapon that takes on the appearance of a set of rings that travel outward and expand. These rings grow in size as they move, and by the time they reach Embera they easily engulf her and release pulse after pulse of shattering sonic energy[/smear:5F6775F:2]
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Post by "Bill" on Jun 5, 2014 20:13:43 GMT -8
*Embera's psychotic form was undaunted as Gospel's head disappeared, forming these...things. It seemed like something she could kill. With a sickening cackle, she saw Genesis swinging his sword down, but could do nothing as Zane locked eyes with her. Her face continued contorting further into a grisly smile. As Zane's arm came thrusting at her, she narrowly avoids the initial attack, using the momentum to spin him face-first into the shockwave, letting the two explosions annihilate each other. Letting out another laugh, she relished in the utter destruction. Finally, Resonance's sonic strike hits her dead-on, rending her body, and displacing it. What would normally bring Embera to her knees does nothing to stop this force propelling her body to strike at Resonance. Going at the copy-navi-copy, Embera's tainted form began running through the sonic attack, the sound waves carving deeply, with a force nearly strong enough to blow her to pieces, yet no reaction of pain. While not healed, it was as if the Cross halted the very flow of life within her, making her a shell, without a care to the damage. Taking her arm, and forming a small orb in it, Embera brought it down on Resonance's head in the hopes of completely obliterating his head. With a presence of pure mania in her, and control of her body lost, Embera was trapped in her own mind, trying to claw out as this vicious cross recklessly assaulted the Bug-beast.*
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Post by Raven8 on Jun 6, 2014 13:24:02 GMT -8
[smear:005500]One by one, the flawed reflections shatter under Embera's power, falling to dust and bugfrags before her as the head of the great bug beast returns to its body as before. Its eyes take a moment to re-focus on Embera, locking on with a growl. Next, the monster's head once again disappears, but no Navis appear in its place. Instead, a giant drill forms at the end of Gospel's torso and blasts forward with wicked speed. The drill screams with a high-pitched buzz as it indirectly impacts Embera, slamming into her and throwing her to the side with centrifugal force. The drill seems to fly for eternity, disappeaing into the vast darkness and utterly destroying any glitched structures in its way. After a moment, masses of bug-frags sprout from Gospel's body and reform its head again, now growling as a multi-colored light burns from behind its jagged jaws....*[/smear:5F6775F:2]
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Post by "Bill" on Jun 6, 2014 16:31:39 GMT -8
[smear:d362e9]*Embera looked at the destruction she made with a sick bliss in her eyes. The aura flared with almost a sense of evil, as the monster's head formed. It wished to consume, she wished to obliterate; where there was mindless hunger, it was met with mindless destruction. As the drill came spinning at her, she grabbed it with all her might. The drill began to shear her hands, nearly tearing them off as she was pushed back. With a despicable cackle, the arms held less will then the monster, and Embera was sent flying. As she went through the air, the glow of the cross in her chest began to fade, and the laughter soon subsided. What came next was slumber once more. The aura seemed to shatter, as Embera's body lay limp once more.*[/smear:FF2222:5]
*As Embera got up in alarm, she looked at her hands. As she saw the chunks missing, she began shrieking in pain. Looking at her wounds, she soon started to gasp for breath. Her body writhed as she tried her best to recover, desperately trying to overcome the bugs in the air. As her body soon came together, her breathing became more regulated, but her hands were another story. Having grabbed the drill, it was impossible for Embera to repair her hands as she did with her body, the wounds deeply infected with bug fragments. She lost her nerve, as her carved and mangled hands moved with immense pain greater than anything she ever felt. On her feet, she looked once more into the eyes of the beast, and knew she had to leave. Running away from the glow, she desperately tried to achieve flight back out of the hole that she fell through.*
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Post by notegg on Jun 6, 2014 17:32:17 GMT -8
Finale, petter of Gospel, merely watched as his post was skipped a bunch of times. Temporal displacement due to the metafactor of 6 or so threads, a big temprarily preventing him from moving as Embera and the bugbeast fought a silly fight which was pretty one-sided, even with the penumbral darkness of Somnium on Embera's tailwind. The black armoroid with a central cyber elf jumped toward Embera's position.
"Let's play around some other time, Embera."
The ignored downtrodden and worn down Viral King began his grand finale. The elven form separated from the mass of the charcoal armor and it dissipated below. Old memories of a time when they were both enjailed, what led to this situation in the first place. Finale's growing distrust of the ONB.
The small amount of Solar Energy that Finale stole for himself.
That where the sun doesn't dare reach was filled with a bright light, as the cyber elf burned up in front of Embera's face. The nuclear fusion producing a heat hotter than one-thousand flames burned - inside of Embera. The bugs that plagued her were slowly but surely restored by a new light.
But something deeply corrupt was born within her, a virus well known to the expended Finale.
Run with the wind Embera, run.
<Finale.Vir Deleted> <Finale Cross Activated>
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Post by Unknown on Jun 6, 2014 18:41:30 GMT -8
Gospel's roars and Embera's Battle cries could be heard throughout the shattered network. And it managed to attract the attention of probably the one last being left on the broken city aside from the Bug Beast itself.
As Embera attempted to make her escape and Finale attempted to repair her damage, a wave of bug data shot upward under the Solar Empress, raising her toward the still opened gate above and beginning to form a bridge. As the two were lifted by the bug data, some of it started to build up next to Embera. Slowly starting from the bottom up, a navi was appearing before Embera, Gospel, and Finale. The data, as the figure was being finished, picked up speed, a humming sound could slowly be heard as the finally finished, and a bright flash of light exploded outward from the figure. As the light faded, what was left was a navi running next to and looking at Embera with a very confused look upon his face.
His skin was dark, his eyes, yellow. His outfit, almost too pristine for the area. A very nice, 3 piece suit. Black slacks, yellow vest and a black light weight coat to match the suit that now flies in the wind with the running Navi. Through it all, he looks on with an amazed, and almost frightened expression
"You need escape creatures! You need to run, run as fast as you can out of here! I do not know where you came from, but I've never seen that light before, so I assume that you can get away from there!"
The navi then looked back while running, the gate growing ever closer as he does so. He looks at Gospel, fear upon his face. He braced himself, manipulating the area around them, forming several escape routes toward the gate. As the land stopped shifting around them, bug data began to build up around the navi to either side of him. Soon two cannons appeared, and began to open fire upon Gospel.
"Please run, creatures! You must live!" He said, looking back at Embera and Finale.
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Post by "Bill" on Jun 6, 2014 19:11:27 GMT -8
*Embera looked as her hands were trying to heal thanks to Finale. Unfortunately, the damage was virtually irreparable by this point, and Embera looked at the torn remains like a frightened child. Nearly weeping in pain, she was broken out of her shock by the strange steps she found herself on. Looking at the newcomer, she saw him gesture to the way out. Without a nod, comment, or even an acknowledgement, Embera began to climb her way out, with a pain in her hands incalculable. Nearly on the verge of passing out, Embera forced her way up the newly formed stairs and back into the Lake with her life intact.*
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Post by Vilicious on Jun 7, 2014 15:24:57 GMT -8
As Embera scrambles up the steps, a body at the top begins rolling/tumbling/somersaulting down at a greater rate, more battered than her despite the recent escape.
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Post by Raven8 on Jun 7, 2014 20:07:07 GMT -8
*A moment after the shattered body tumbles down the bug-pathway, a second figure breaks the light of the bug-pit. However, this one leaps in with command over his movements and slides on his feet with a flare of white flames erupting from his back. At a glance, all that could be seen was tarnished steel armor, bent and broken in all locations, and a black mask covering the lower half of his face. Overall, he looked like he had more than one foot in the grave. The Navi slides past Embera, Finale, and the unknown Navi, and catches up with Toxin as he tumbles. Diving with a yell of anger when he reaches his target, he tackles the form of Toxin, who had been tumbling to the waiting jaws of Gospel below, and the two are thrown from the slide and into the darkness below instead to land onto the uneven bug-ridden ground as the bridge crumbles into nothingness. The rubble of the shattered pathway promptly falls from above and nearly buries the two as they lie in the wreckage.
Turbine's entire being aches as shock once again takes him over, rendering him almost incoherent from the pain. This state of near unconsciousness remains with him until the moment that he sees where he is, and the memory of his choice just seconds before takes hold. The realization freezes the generator Navi in place for a moment, the denial of his memories taking over.... until he hears that familiar growl. The nightmarish growl that took everything from him, that broke him both body and spirit....
[smear:005500]Without a second's delay, Gospel's assault on Embera and the others stops. It ignores the bug cannons and any other attack that may come its way and turns its attention to the two who fell from above. Slowly turning, the Multi-Bug Organism growls and begins a slow, labored gate toward them, crushing the very landscape with its bladed claws with each heavy, earth-shattering step*[/smear:338833:2]
*As Gospel turns, Turbine rises to his feet. All that he could see now was the multi-bug organism looming in the distance... an incarnation of death, prepared to finish the job that it had started years ago. And escape was no longer an option. Turbine stands in place and stares toward the approaching monster, his fists tightened like stone, and his face curled in hate and disgust. His dull, silver eyes stare on, locked on the beast's every movement....
...as tear falls from Turbine's face. This avatar of hope was now without hope. All that he could do now is watch in horror as the source of his unhealing agony, the one who had taken away his very identity, draws near just as it had years before. All that he could do now is remember. Remember the faces of the past; his friends, his family... the one that he had lost.... and the one next to him now.
Turbine turns a head to the broken visage of Toxin, his mind racing for a way out, but finding nothing. The life that he'd made as Iscon, the people that he'd met, and the joy that he had at last found, all of this was over. And there was nothing left to do*
Turbine: Do you see now? There's nothing left here! Whatever you wanted is gone, as dead as any reason that you once had claim to!
*Turbine snaps his head back to the looming shadow of death, almost able to feel its burning breath as it walks ever closer*
Turbine: ....I won't let myself simply die like this. I will not go silently, feeding this avatar of chaos and destruction. Even if tomorrow is never mine....
With a flash, Turbine draws Polaris once again with his remaining operational hand. The blade flares to life as Turbine turns back to the bug beast. The unwritten chapter had to see the light of day, and this final demon now had to be faced. One more time, for the sake of making sure that no one had to see this monster again, he brandishes his trademark sword with a fire that matches that of the blade. He had no idea how this could possibly turn out any differently than last time, but he knew that he had to at least try. One last time*
Turbine: .....I WILL MAKE SURE IT'S NOT TAKEN FROM ANYONE ELSE!
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Post by Vilicious on Jun 7, 2014 22:47:58 GMT -8
After the display, lying in his near-grave of a bugfrag pile, more mad laughter careens from the toxic navi. He lolls his head back as though utterly relaxed, then back forward with one eye cocked to look at the scion as if to ask "Are you serious?" The fall had shaken him, but only woken him up from the melancholy haze of despair... His incredulous gaze darkens. Now here he was with several opportunities on his hands.
The mess of the city was barely worse than expectations, having seen both Gospel's ferocity and the city's nature before. A stark few structures were remotely recognizable... not the one he was looking for, of course. But the few were enough to get a bearing. Even in its glorious chaos, the city never had deviated in overall layout. Most of the flotsam was ground, pathways, passageways, bridges, and the actual dislocated architecture. He looks over to where his objective... was... and smirks. The walls of the cavernous city were near enough it.
Then the second, third, and fourth possibilities had to be entertained. A fifth, maybe. He looks then to the ceiling, observing the collapse of the stairway to where the beach would be... Navis would be up there now that the fight was done and whoever had been below before had surfaced. He then looked to address the approaching beast and the one who had tried to stop him. So passionate, Turbine...
Reaching within to summon forth the bug data he had sustained within his systems for near on a decade, he simply wills the pile to move - it heeds, given its more powerful master was otherwise occupied. Toxin smirks, uses the opportunity to fill in the structure of his missing digits with darkness and bugs. It had served once before, and it would serve once again. Curling them into fists, another laugh begins to bubble into his throat, but he stifles it into a small cough. Next, then.
He struggles to regain his legs, first striving to his knees and then slowly, slowly standing. The beast was still studying the newcomers, thankfully... only the flash of Polaris being redrawn from its sheath might have made its instincts snap. So he moves slowly... "You... do that" he mutters to Turbine. In his nearer hand he suddenly brandished a DarkCannon. "But... funny thing about... Bugs. This entire city... could be... Gospel now." He takes aim at the Dog, slowly still... "Surprised... he didn't... just walk out." ...and changes the target. "Should've... let me go." He fires, not at Gospel, not at the scion's back, but at the backs of his legs. A smallish blast, just enough to knock the knees out from under someone, with just enough of a venomous touch to perhaps push a screamer over the edge. With a smile the harbinger turns around, begins limping away. "Do... an old friend... a favor."
He limps slightly faster, knowing how little time he could have. In front of him, darkness begins to coalesce into one of his portals of old... short range, but enough to suit his current purpose. Getting out would be another story. It was still steps in front of him, but he hoped the beast wouldn't strike just yet.
"Struggle."
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Post by Raven8 on Jun 8, 2014 20:20:07 GMT -8
The blast impacts the backs of Turbine's legs, a pulse of electrifying pain quickly running up his spine. As he falls, the raw shock of the moment attacks him from every side; the shock of what was now fully inevitable, the raw pain, and even the betrayal. In a round-about way, Turbine had been trying to save Toxin from the end that he knew awaited in this den of insanity. And in the end, this is what almost had to happen.
The fall was hard. Polaris smashes into the ground first and errupts with backlash before the ancient generator makes land-fall himself. As Turbine lands face-first into the ground and reels in pain, he thinks back to what a fool he had been. He had allowed a snake to get too close, and it bit him. He had no one to blame but himself. The shadow of the Bug Beast nears Turbine's own as he slams a fist into the ground in agony and anger. For so long he'd thought himself invincible, that he could overcome anything in the end. And for many years, that was true. But now, here he was; standing at the mercy of the same Bug Beast that put him into this position, powerless to fight back.
But not powerless for one final "favor".
Turbine looks over his shoulder as Toxin limps away toward victory. If there was one last thing that he could do, this was it. Turbine looks back to Gospel and attempts to rise to his feet, quickly discovering that his legs were now damaged to the point of being entirely inoperable. The pain forces the Scion back to the ground with a yell, causing his anger to rise even more. Looking back up, he uses the last of his strength to raise his sword as high as he can, the white flare flickering as it is fed less and less of Turbine's energy. Closing his eyes and tightening his grip, he infuses every bit of his remaining power into Polaris, reels back his arm, and throws the parasitic sword blade first.
Directly at Toxin's back.
The blade spins through the air in an arc, appearing to be a massive white disk as it manifests the last spark of Turbine's life. As it flies, bits of the blade break apart and fall to the ground as burning fire-balls and spark when they hit the glitched ground, dying down to nothing more than cold steel shards.
...and with that, Turbine drops his head into the bug-frags, surrendering to his end. His energy entirely spent and his once great power gone, his body breaks apart and flies away with the dust. The once great Scion of Eon was no more; gone in the same way that he had first appeared:
as nothing more than a ghost from a time gone.
<Turbine.EXE, DELETED>
<Turbine.EXE: Backup Data has been corrupted and cannot be re-run. Recovery of this file is now impossible>
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Post by Vilicious on Jun 9, 2014 16:38:53 GMT -8
This was satisfaction. A distraction, an escape, and victory on two fronts. Perhaps there was to be hope in the sight of the darned after all. The trick then was going to be in locating the target data, reestablishing old connections. He couldn't remember the nuances of the WWW, couldn't trust MagicMan to make the contacts he needed... it's why he had had to come down here in the first place. To reestablish himself. In a way, he had done that, more truly and wholly than in any time prior. Even... what was his name... Saikikka? Even that his betrayal for lordship of the Chaotic wasn't of this magnitude or this progressive. That was merely whim.
And in Giga City? Whim again. The end result may have been just as amusing, given the scale, but...
Oh, and against Forte. More madness than whim, but it was an opportunity he had been looking for. Freedom from his chains and agreements. Only after he had found more, more easily and more willingly... and he had found them because of the scum lying behind him. Hah! Savoring emotional pain was sweetness incarnate. The darkness surrounding the harbinger grows. He limps another step forward, hears something behind him. A sound like Turbine's blade pulsing, as it had so many times aboveground... If this were to hit him unawares now it would disrupt what plans he had remaining. He turns.
Light energy, life energy, engulfs the darkness and death. The light is vengeance.
Darkness limps another step. Backwards this time, still toward its route of cowardice. It gurgles.
He gurgles. Tries to swear. Tries to scream. Tries to laugh. Tries to cry out. Tries even just to cough. That succeeds in a small way, at least. Blood data gushes. His recently recultivated hands grasp at the hilt of a blade inextricably embedded through his lower jaw and through his throat, through his neck, through his spine. Panic strikes his eyes, but only a mockery of it... it's more like... acceptance. His part is to panic, to deny the possibility. But he knew the moment he loosed his claws against Turbine this was nigh inevitable. Still he struggles with the sword, attempts to pull it from its lodging to much distress in himself from the pain. His eyes roll back, they miss Turbine's final moment - what would have been the most satisfying part of this game they had played. The white energy dies... Toxin's rebreather breaks away, but his upper lip is not where it should be and instead an odd ora-
His world shakes.
"This is what I wanted"... the thought plays through his reeling, fading mind. He remembered thinking it, remembered it being his own, but this is different. A subtle shift occurs in the dark maw he had opened. A presence makes itself known behind him.
[smear:669966]As his body fades and fragments, joins the millions of other particles of bugs and refuse in this abandoned city, his DarkSoul attempts to maintain its integrity separate from the body as a final claw held into life. But fate will not spare him this day: Nine-hundred ninety-nine burning hands reach from the abyss-no-longer-his and clamp as chains to every inch of available space on the DarkSoul's body. Even as Toxin's body fades to deletion, his body is condemned to darnation. The hands pull. A thousandth reaches out, grasps what remains of Polaris by the blade, joins in the effort. The legendary sword is pulled free, and in turn so too is loosed a howling, gurgling scream as Toxin breathes his last and his darkness is taken from what's left. The soul is claimed. The sword is claimed. The body fails.[/smear:ff7e7e]
<Toxin.EXE, DELETED> YOU WERE SEARCHING? YOU OWE YOUR SOUL. THIS WAS WANTED. <Error 404: "Toxin.EXE_Recovery_Data" file or directory not found. Failed to Execute>
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 21:35:31 GMT -8
Walking down the stairs from the entrance coming from the Netopian Lake, Ruin could feel the density of bugs increasing in the air around him. Further he descended into what may as well be considered madness on a structural level. He really did not having a liking for this place, sure it was hidden, hidden in plain sight even, but all these bugs everywhere were troublesome. Ruin was used to breaking things that worked normally, and even his own power, raw and primal as it was, did not function correctly down here. Try and break something here, and it just turns into more bugs, plus you risk being further infected yourself. As the staircase opened up to show the rest of the city, only then could Ruin behold one of the few places that embodied ruin greater than he did. While he would destroy, what happened here was much worse. Here in the Bug net, things were not destroyed, they were perverted from their forms. It was not wonder it was so hard to get in here, navis that were too weak would be driven insane.
Even as he descended the staircase, he was reminded of something else he hated about this place. It was impossible to sense where anything was. Energy signatures were all off, firing rapidly as bugfrags would join in a single location before dispersing once again. Ruin even had a few on him, which he kept safely stored in a separate partition, far away from any remotely important system. For some strange reason there were those above that coveted these items, for what reason, Ruin could not tell. They were just trouble.
As he reached the first platform before the stairs turned into what would be a main street, Ruin stopped to survey the town. Just to think, if Toxin was here, he could be anywhere... But one thing bothered him ever so slightly...
The bug net was not incredibly large, not as compared to some other networks such as Netopia proper. And toxin had a very particularly pungent smell about him. Being next to him was enough to make most navis almost lose their composure. Sure he and the others got used to it over time, but it was a surefire way to tell he was there, the smell. The strange thing was, if this was of all places he could be, Ruin could not smell the leader of the Chaotic. Perhaps it was a minor effect of all the bugfrags here, but it was strange that not even a trace was here. He would have to search manually, but for the time being he simply surveyed the area...
There was something strange about the bug net as well... more strange than usual. It seemed even more... ruined than before. As if a battle had occurred here. It was the same as above ground, a struggle had certainly occurred up there. There were abnormal marks on the stairs, and the city was even more destroyed. Something happened... but Ruin couldn't quite figure out what it was.
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 2, 2014 17:52:05 GMT -8
[smear:005500]Beneath the waves of the Netopian lake, a world very different in nature now lies before Ruin in its terrible, mind-bending splendor. the ground, the buildings, the sky, even the air itself is permeated with bugfrags, slowly but surely glitching away at Ruin with each passing moment. This network poisons all who enter, yet the radiation of the bugfrags is not the most deadly thing in this twisted waste-land.
As Ruin searches, the villa quakes at its core as the sound of a loud growl resounds from the distant shadows. Pressure begins to build in the area seeming to push in on Ruin from all directions as the sound of powerful, earth-shattering footsteps begins to resonate from the depths of the profound darkness of the network. Something is coming, and it's coming directly at Ruin.[/smear:5F6775F:2]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 8:00:03 GMT -8
Clearly, something was here that was not quite who he was looking for. The pressure he felt could only mean two things. Either toxin was here controlling whatever it was that he was feeling, or this thing had defeated Toxin. Regardless, The bugs beginning to bore into his body in addition to the pressure he felt and the fear that began to permeate his mind was more than enough to make Ruin realize whatever was here was not something to be trifled with. Two options presented themselves, a tactical retreat back where he came, or to wait and see what this thing was that presented itself to Ruin.
A primal fear of this... creature seemed to be engulfing Ruin even before he could even behold it was gathering. A possible conclusion dawned on him... If Toxin was ever here, he is no longer. He may have been strong, but Ruin had never felt something like this before, not even from some of the strongest navis he'd met. This was no navi... This was something else. For the time being, Ruin stood his ground, half impaired by fear, an emotion he rarely felt, and half immobilized by curiosity, what creature could be so powerful to invoke this feeling in him so easily?
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