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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Sept 20, 2015 0:48:40 GMT -8
Legion's aura waned the moment Desperado approached him.
One could feel, despite the scalding power that he demonstrates, that Legion's body is actually very cold by default.
"A FRIEND? I GUESS YOU MAY SAY THAT.", said Legion with a snide grin towards Fulgur.
Legion then vanished himself out of Des' grasp.
"WORD DOES SPREAD QUICKLY, DOESN'T IT? YOU MUST SURE WANT TO TRY AND TAKE MY HEAD OFF, RANGER, BUT I SUGGEST YOU DON'T.
IT WILL NOT END WELL FOR ALL OF YOU.
GEEHEEHEHE... "
His last sentence almost sounded as if two voices spoke in chorus.
His black aura wadded back, and more so, with hints of red-coloured static.
He then vanished into thin air, before reappearing in the now fixed entrance of the Base. Purely black smoke emerged from his body and fell downward like icy air, and the lights of the hallway dimmed in his presence.
Slight cracks came where Legion stood-- A sign of his developing powers over decay.
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Post by Phen on Sept 20, 2015 20:50:00 GMT -8
Desperado's weight shifted as he stumbled from Legion's disappearance. He thought to himself how nice it must be to be able to do something like that, though a waning thought made him feel somehow it wasn't as impressive as he believed it to be. A minor note nearby to rest of the group and he reappeared at the entrance. Desperado jogged in the direction clapping.
"Hey neat trick man! I like the falling stuff you got going on. Very cool. Oh man sorry about the lights and the cracks, thought it'd be just like new but I guess that script was a little outdated. I don't think you have to worry about anyone here, we're all friends right? By the way, I never caught your name."
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Sept 21, 2015 5:54:26 GMT -8
"..."
MY NAME... LEGION. I WAS BORN CALLING MYSELF LEGION AT THE TIME...
A LONG, LONG TIME AGO.
THE BOARD THAT HELD MY BOUNTY... ALSO HAD MY NAME WRITTEN ON IT.
Legion faced Desperado with a cold expression.
"..."
WITH THAT SAID... DOES HE EVEN NEED TO ASK?
Legion turned back and proceeded to the second floor.
Every light that shone upon him dimmed into a red glow, if not bursting into bits.
He walked ever so calmly, taking his time; every step feeling so heavy that the concrete floor began to crack as if he weighed a ton.
HOWEVER... WHY HAVE I CHOSEN THIS NAME?
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Post by Phen on Sept 21, 2015 9:14:35 GMT -8
Even before he had fully ascended the stairs, Legion felt a slight breeze on his back. Upon reaching the second floor proper, Desperado was there at the top, leaning his back against the wall. Something within burned in Desperado, yet he couldn't quite tell what it was, all that was clear was this guy being too distant just ignoring him.
"Alright I admit that was a little rude, asking for your name before giving my own. Let me right my wrong alright? I'm Desperado, what is your name?"
Desperado extended a hand to Legion, clearly he hadn't seen the board with his bounty on it, or he was being coy. Those on the outside saw Legion walk down the hallway as lights burst in his passing, only to be quickly replaced.
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Sept 21, 2015 15:39:33 GMT -8
Legion looked at Desperado skeptically.
"WHY ARE YOU THIS FRIENDLY TOWARDS ME?
DO YOU NOT SEE ME AS A THREAT?"
BUT... THAT SPEED YOU JUST DISPLAYED... SOMEONE AS POWERFUL AS YOU REALLY WOULDN'T SEE ME AS A THREAT.
STILL... WHY?
Somehow, Legion retained the thought that everyone either hates him or fears him.
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Post by Phen on Sept 21, 2015 16:17:14 GMT -8
Desperado shrugged unknowingly.
"Why would I? People walk around with whatever abilities they have just letting it loose unchecked. But if everyone does it then why would it really be threatening? You haven't done anything worth reviling that I know of, so why should I just profile you for having powers based in what I assume is darkness?"
It really was that simple, Legion hadn't done anything to this one to warrant hatred. At least not yet. The real question being why he was so intent on making others hate him so, but Desperado knew better than to be confrontational here.
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Sept 21, 2015 19:19:29 GMT -8
"..."
Legion stepped up and out of the staircase, and bowed after facing Desperado again.
"FORGIVE MY EARLIER ACTIONS.
I AM... LEGION."
Legion straightened his head; his face donning a dull expression.
The lights and computer displays near him flickered as if under low power. Some of them also dimmed red as usual.
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Post by koga on Sept 21, 2015 19:54:40 GMT -8
After wracking his positronic brain for what seemed like forever, Kidd finally decided on a name.
International Navi Defense Force.
After entering the name of the organization, Kidd booted up the script, which aside from remodeling the base, would also repair it without anyone having to be ejected. The mission being completed, Kidd made his way out of the control room, waiting for the magic to start as he made to rejoin the others.
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Sept 22, 2015 2:48:54 GMT -8
Legion hears the sound of typing end, and the door to one of the rooms creaking open.
He glances at Kidd who comes out of it. He wouldn't know who he was, offering barely any significance towards him during the gruesome event just a few days ago.
However, the urge to battle overcame him, as if he is now at the midst of a warlock.
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Post by koga on Sept 22, 2015 10:15:09 GMT -8
"Hey there! So....welcome to our quaint little base out in the middle of nowhere. How can I be of service?"
Kidd sensed Legion's hostility, but didn't really feel all that threatened, what with there being a multitude of other navis here that could take Legion down if they banded together. But, Kidd was just trying to be hospitable at the moment.
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Post by Gaia on Sept 22, 2015 17:59:14 GMT -8
Khepri.EXE After the sudden exercising of Khepri from the Kotobuki network, his data stream had become a sort of free spirit to the net. It wasn't necessarily that he had nowhere to go; it was more like he had lost his purpose. The main reason he had went to Kotobuki was because it gave him something to look after, and something to hope for. It was much like his purpose with Lucas. . .it just gave him something.
Now, though, he floated around, searching for something new. He was a Navi built entirely around the theme of life energy. Something from his memory bases told him that opposites had a tendency to attract; perhaps it was this, rather than fate, that took him to his destination.
He felt himself being pulled off. His data stream congregated, materialized and formed above a strange building, before it was placed at the front door. Well, it wasn't placed as though he were some fragile object; he was more or less thrown. As he was suddenly jutted out of simple cyberspace and thrown onto the net, he thrust his hand forward, quickly drawing a hieroglyph into the sky. A second later, he was carefully floating down to the ground; he found it easier to control himself, this way.
He turned about, looking at the building. It was nestled between two mountains, found at their base. The majority of the building was buried under the snow; however, some activity inside had recently moved away some of the snow, by what he could tell. That meant that he wasn't alone. As he walked towards the front door, his aura of heat and life energy coalesced with the snow, gently pushing it back to curve around his shimmering aura's shape.
His path was easy. Once past the front door, which slid open to grant him access, he was left to travel the run down halls, what, with their flickering lights, trash-littered floors and cracked walls. This place looked like it had once been used by a group that watched over the net, by the look of all the monitors he passed by. He wouldn't know what group, though; he was kept pretty shut out for a bit, what, after his break down.
Just like earlier, though, he was left to simply roam. He kept to what he thought was a basic path, trying to deter from looking into the rooms that the hall branched out into, looking for a sign of life or of another person in this building that, somehow or another, attracted his attention.
Fate didn't make mistakes. He was taught that by mythology. Whatever reason he was here, it was for a reason. If he needed to scan this place up and down to find it, he would.
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Sept 22, 2015 23:55:43 GMT -8
((OOC: So Gaia = DarkSword... I've been wanting to challenge your Holy King for a whole while now. -.-" You've been ignoring me.
BTW, the Base is... Utterly clean. Only the flickering lights stood out as the only remaining defects, and pretty much the cracked floors auto-heal themselves.))
Russet could only but freeze still as Legion stepped into the Base and desecrated it gradually.
Not because of fear, mind you, but because Desperado somehow doesn't view him as much of a hostility as he is.
It made him start to doubt his ability to see someone as either side of a coin.
He mulled over it for a few seconds.
...
Russet turned back to Fulgur, who also stood still... Almost as if the sight of Legion made an impact to him.
"Hey. Anima. C'mon, let's go back in-- Hey, isn't that--"
Russet saw a familiar figure, and the faint glow of holy light that shone from his body wiped all his doubt away. However, was it all a coincidence? Or is this place really starting to be more and more as a recluse for those who opposed Deav?
As such, he ran back into the Base.
"... LET'S HAVE A DUEL."
Legion turned his whole body facing towards Koga. He reveals his palms upward, and an ominous shadow began to engulf him and half of the hallway, ultimately freezing the lights shut, leaving only his cornea-lacking golden eyes to glow amidst the faux patch of darkness.
However... An even more hollowing force disturbed him, at the arrival of a Navi who he could feel to have so much life in him that it spread outward.
Very much his opposite, whose whole existence was formed through a repetitive cycle of death.
"... THIS WILL HAVE TO BE PAUSED FOR LATER."
He then took a step back down the stairs, then glanced at the utterly amiable ranger.
"DESPERADO... YOU DO SEEM TO HAVE MANY FRIENDS."
An unnecessary comment... Or was it that he felt jealous?
Legion walked back down the stairs and towards the first floor, until Khepri's glowing aura met Legion's. Tiny sparks of black and yellow ran both ways as two utterly incompatible powers collided.
"... WHO MUST YOU BE?
ARE YOU AN ACQUAINTANCE TO THE DWELLERS OF THIS FACILITY?"
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Post by Hellbreaker on Sept 23, 2015 6:01:47 GMT -8
At the snide grin, Fulgur pales, seeming to zone out.Friends? They were far from friends..Why would he be comrades of someone who ripped his arm off? Oh sure,the young navi got it back when he reformed, but still....
Still, he had to at least give Legion one last shot.Ful breathes in, then blinks, looking at Russet."Hmm?" He glances up as Khepri steps into the base,and follows Russet, his buster deployed and charging, just in case.
The boy glances back at Ion."Uhm...S-sorry for any t-trouble you may experiance!Please, come inside!" He enters,glancing at the flickering lights, then looks at Kephri and Legion, their energies clashing.They couldn't fight here! What should he do..
Deciding on it, Ful walks up to the two,smiling up at Kephri."N-nice to see you,M-mr. Kephri." He looks at Legion, walking up to him(though not close enough to easily grab) as streamers of lightning float into his buster, and stares up at him, his mouth settling into a stubborn line.
"...Look...I-I don't trust you completely, a-and I wouldn't be b-blamed either, considering last we met y-you attacked my f-freinds, ripped my arm o-off, and used me as a shield.But....I want to be proven wrong. I'd like you to show me that beside being of t-the Dark, you can s-still be good.What do you say?"
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Post by Phen on Sept 23, 2015 10:24:09 GMT -8
Desperado smiled as Legion passed him by, good enough that he got through. Walking leisurely through the halls and up into the control room, nodding to Kidd as he passed by, and sitting in one of the chairs before the large computer. A few light taps on the keyboard and a tired, almost bored look came upon his face as he went through the files that were synchronizing with main base, partitioning them off elsewhere. Pulling up the cameras feed, it was probably best to check over the base and with the others as they begand to funnel in. A screen came up with Legion standing before another navi, both their auras surging. The building was sturdy but if everyone was on full blast it wouldn't hold. Tapping a button, a microphone produced itself. A minor feedback came through the loudspeakers in the building before Desperado's voice made it through.
"We here at the... International Navi Defense Force... would much prefer if visitors and members alike kept surging auras to a minimum while not within designated areas. Combat training rooms are available for use on the first floor should you feel the need to spar with someone. Thank You."
A small arrow appeared before one of the doors before the staircase, indicating it is a combat training room previously mentioned.
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Post by Ion on Sept 23, 2015 11:41:44 GMT -8
Watching amicably as the old ONB base was forcefully reformatted, the slumping infrastructure replaced with the clean lines of once sharply written code. Seeing the navi’s begin to converge on the building once again, the system restore obviously complete, Ion couldn’t help but let the false smile that had initially graced his lips fade to a more authentic one. Whomever these navi’s were, they weren’t outright hostile, appeared to be welcoming and seemed to have some greater intention for this broken base. Feeling a gust of wind tear at his punctured hood now that they had all moved back inside, Ion took one last look at the space that the crimson static navi had inhabited. Eyes lingering on the spot where the spear wielder had bowed so graciously. Seeing no indication that he had ever been there, Ion turned his back and began trudging towards the front of the new base.
Entering without a sense of caution, Ion stamped his boots roughly against the floor, dislodging the accumulated ice and snow clumps. Watching the snow cascade off his shoulders has he continued to give himself a quick brush-down, Ion couldn’t help but be impressed with the work that they had done. What was once a slowly rotting husk now had the vitality of newly bustling base of operations. Carefully taking off his winter gear, Ion folded it neatly before storing it in his own programming for later use. He’d have to repair that hole the other navi had left, maybe they had some basic repair facilities around here?
Finally leaving the threshold, a gust of warmth welcomed him to the new INDF base proper. The sharp crackle of feedback preceded the declaration of the new factions name and control of the base. Well…that’s not what it was declaring, but it certainly clarified the situation for Ion who was just now walking up to the two confrontational navi’s. Fulgur standing before a navi shrouded in black with a defensive posture held firmly before him.
Eyes taking in the primal bone plating, the fragmented armour and the bleeding black fires that seeped from unseen injuries. Ion eyes widened in surprise and he called out, interrupting without thinking, ”Grade?! Is that you?”
The navi who stood before him looked extraordinarily similar! Changed but he definitely had the same body structure and rough features as the navi that had been so eager to show him the Alpha bug in the mines of Ranmount. When the tracking and communication device had been gone offline and traces of him had faded from the network, Ion hadn’t been able to relocate him. He figured with the boost in energy and healing that he had offered Grade, he would be well positioned to continue on his journey, whatever it had been. But now here he was, standing in the halls of a newly recovered faction base standing toe to toe with two other navi’s. Things were either about to get clarified, or a lot muddier as Ion weighed the uncertain kindness of the wolf buster navi and the wild eagerness of Grade.
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