Another newcomer, and this one was interesting indeed, slithering down into the lake. Starless took it upon itself to follow the strange navi, stepping with conviction but no hurry, the waters of the lake rising higher and higher up the stone-like navi, a small "bloop" as it's head sinks below the water.
Reaching the bottom and the body lying upon the bed of the lake, Starless' multi-toned voice carries out through the water.
"You there. Get up. This one has questions for you."
...and that's when the stone-Navi feels a hand on his back... and then a tug. A Navi pulls him out of the water against his own will and stands him up on the shore next to a large bucket of water, dusting him off as he does so.
Edge: You know, we really don't like it when Navis speak in the third person.
Edge then takes the back of Starless's neck in his hand and forces the stone Navi's head into the bucket of water. At first this seems like a completely worthless gesture, given that Starless had just been completely submerged... yet, somehow, against all applicable logic, Edge manages to drown Starless within a few moments.
Edge then kicks the drowned and water-logged body into the river with the bucket, then yawns and stretches. Loudly.
Edge: Uugh, I haven't done that in years. I wonder what else I can do...?
Edge then disappears in a flash, entirely ignoring Legion as he does so.
(OOC: Since this was Edge, Starless is free to insta-respawn. Please don't shoot me, Garth =P)
Fasilli had yet to reveal what he was fully capable of aswell. The knives, clones, and mobility was just scratching the surface. He simply had a taste for the dramatic and was getting used to his new body. Wait. New body? Where did that thought come from? Strange. Regardless, only one of his attacks had anything close to an effect which only continued to reinforce his thinking that a direct attack wasn't going to work.
Not that you can't fault him for trying. The closest Fasilli then simply hurled both weapons at the samurai before a large battle ax appeared in it's hands. With a wicked grin on his face, the Fasilli simply jumped with an overhead swing as the ax crackled with sinister power. The other two Fasilli's simply waited as if expecting something.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 9, 2015 17:24:43 GMT -8
Daikuto took the hit square to the face, being driven into the dirt... But getting up, the samurai stood again, a bit less on balance this time, before quickly getting back up, he was readying himself for something as his blade quickly returned to it's sheathe. His head went down slightly, as if to cast away a glare of some sort, to focus... He was readying his quickdraw, but no one used his style of katana anymore, how could they know this was coming?
"Wow! Your face can take some abuse," Fasilli mocked with a chuckle. Something was wrong here, before he had been deflecting almost everything thrown at him. But now he took a battle ax to the face? Something was fishy here. That only made him want to throw caution to the wind even more though. And with that in mind, ALL three Fasillis drew bombs. But these were different, these were modern and looked remote controlled.
"I don't know what you're up to, but there's more then one way to find out," one of the Fasillis grinned an evil grin. Was he actually going to do what it looked like he was going to do. "Incase you can't figure it out by this, these are deadman switches. Meaning after I push the button, if for whatever reason my finger lets go..." his voice trailed off with a sinister chuckle.
All three pressed and held their buttons down, then drew knives with their other hand before charging straight for Daikuto.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 10, 2015 14:14:17 GMT -8
Just like that, each Fasilli made a fatal error. Charging at the samurai. As they drew close, Daikuto's image flickered a bit as he seemed to dash forward, and in an instant, drew and slashed at his foes with a blinding flash of metal and armor. Unless any of them could dodge through the small window of time given, they'd probably be cut each through their midsections, not a complete cleave through, but probably enough to inflict more pain than damage... Daikuto now stood with his back to the Fasillis backs... Sheathing his blade, he turned around again, his hand on the handle again...
"I dare each of you. Try that again, let's see how many times I can chop at you before you learn."
And this is exactly what Fasilli wanted- well, a variation of what he wanted. To be honest, there were a number of ways he wanted this to go and wasn't picky which scenario was played out. None of the Fasillis even made an effort to avoid the attack that was anticipated- well one of them. It would have REALLY sucked if he had moved back, jumped up, or otherwise put distance between them and launched an air slash or something. Yeah, that would have rendered the entire thing moot.
But in slashing them all down, their bodies quickly started to fade into code. With their hand clutched around their detonators phasing out last. And as soon as that finger was gone, THREE explosions went off. Which given his possible distance to them, Dai would either be knocked off his feet, or pushed back from the force of the blasts.
And it was more then enough to send that scythe from earlier flying toward Dai. Wait, was there an arm coming out of that scythe? If time were slowed down right here, one would see one more, the original Fasilli, causing the scythe to revert to his original form. He had another battle ax in his hands, and because the scythe had been spinning, so was he. And with a barely visible toothy grin, he was going to use this momentum to do what Dai did to his clones! Cut him in two. If this didn't work... he'd have to improvise some more.
Oh, and part of his hood is on fire from that explosion by the way. Explosions hurt regardless of what you are.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 15, 2015 12:04:24 GMT -8
The explosion threw Daikuto off of his feet, skidding back on his back, before tumbling and getting onto his feet once more. He wobbled a bit, disoriented by the explosion before finally gaining his balance... His eyes locked onto the spinning katamari Fasilli, he was prepared! As the spinning scythe came down onto Daikuto, it was caught by the hilt of his Nagamaki, possibly leaving Fasilli suspended in the air... Instead of doing what he did last time and backing off, Daikuto swung his blade at a diagonal arc, slashing 180 degrees around him in an attempt to space him and Fasilli farther out...
The bark warmed by gentle rays of sunlight felt rugged and coarse against this navi’s back as he slid into a sitting position just off one of the main trails leading to the lake area. The sounds of battle had long drawn his attention, as the distinct reverberations of explosions rumbled deep within his gut and the clear song of steel sang through the air. Blue eyes as placid and calm as the undisturbed sky above, the young man smiled at the sight of Grades head bobbing in the lake, also watching the battle before them. A gentle breeze ruffled the navi’s pure white hair, sending it flickering to and fro like the tall grass that separated him from the two combatants, for a moment his eyes closed as he lost himself in the delight of wind playing across his face.
As the moment passed, the blue eyed navi noticed Grade scanning his surroundings, his head was like a spinning periscope to the rest of his body in the lake. Raising a hand to wave acknowledgement, he couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at his lips. A swim on a nice day like today must be rather refreshing, but alas, he was comfortable in his place beneath the swaying tree with a clear view of the exercises of the others.
As Grade strode towards him, Ion finally caught a glimpse of his armour and jet black hair, a smile flickering across his lips as the dichromatic individual settled beside him. Stronger even than the sensation of the bug element that coursed through Ion’s own veins was the incredible shroud of calm that he wore as easily as a cloak. Breathing in deeply, taking in the summer scents of sun warmed growth, he felt the prodding finger and considered the stranger’s words. He hadn’t even considered the question before it had been asked, for him the progression of the battle itself was a piece of art. Two individuals pitting their strength against one another and honing their skills for a time when they would be required was a scene worthy of consideration.
Ion watched the erratic and innovative manner that Fasilli approached the battle, embracing a reckless abandon that betrayed either bold confidence or foolishness. He considered the distant and almost detached methods of the samurai, the one who, despite Fasilli’s best efforts, was truly setting the pace of the battle from Ion’s standpoint.
Daikuto’s katana caught the light and for a brief moment, memories of another fight with a katana user bubbled to the surface. The Blood Bamboo. Grinning wide, Ion replied in a relaxed but analytical tone, “Right now? Neither. They’ll exhaust themselves before a victor is clear. If Samurai becomes more aggressive or Scythe manages to catch him off guard that’ll change things quick though.”
Letting his words hang in the air for a moment, Ion posed his own question to his new acquaintance, “Do you know why they’re fighting?”
A solitary eyebrow raised in curiosity at Grade’s response. At least he doesn’t seem to want to eat the samurai? Who’s this guy been hanging around? I’ve never heard of any areas of the net that are heavy into cannibalism…’ Setting the plethora of questions aside for the moment, Ion firmly takes Grade’s hand in his own and smiles pleasantly.
”Ion, nice to meet you!”
As the small particles of static begin to diffuse from Grade, Ion’s eyes flicker with concern. Since the black suited navi had made his way up to Ion, he had been able to sense the corruption within. It hadn’t concerned Ion at first, given that Grade had seemed to be in operable condition and didn’t appear to be experiencing any outward detrimental effects, but the dissolving black static was worrisome…
”Speaking of battles that never end…” With a still pleasant demeanor, Ion motioned to the black static with his eyes, not making a big deal of it but clearly indicating the topic of his statement and current attentions. ”Would you like me to extract those bugs?” It was a friendly offer with no ill intent, sometimes navi’s acquired glitches and bugs in their routine operation and wanted them extracted but simply didn’t have the means or access to tools for patch themselves up.
Feeling the presence of bug fragments within Grade like a secondary pulsing heart, detached from his own body but still immutably connected, Ion nodded when he gave his assent to the healing. Reaching over, Ion lightly laid one gloved hand against Grade’s shoulder. In an instant, Ion could feel the slow accumulation of glitches that permeated through the navi’s programming. The bug fragments he carried with him acted like bacterial seeds, growing but also spawning random anomalies within his body.
Closing his eyes so that his concentration was absolute, Ion realized that the static he had mistaken as a detrimental symptom was actually part of a program Grade was running. Feeling slightly foolish at his assumption, Ion set the emotion aside to be expressed to Grade later. The bug fragments were beginning to react with Ion’s own bug element, resonating with the raw energy Ion stored within himself, but he was well aware that bug fragments were a rare currency of their own, even though they had a nasty habit of causing irregularities when collected…
A light sheen moved across Ion’s navi emblem as he began extracting the glitches from Grade, the off hue greys that covered his body begin to shift ever so subtly as the thin blue outlines glow with a soft inner light, transferring the corrupted energy and supplementing with purified energy. Replacing the growing glitches that had slowed Grade’s healing processes earlier with suitably benign data. With luck, Grade should feel nothing but a warming sensation beneath Ion’s palm and an invigoration as he pumped him full of energy to supplement the lost energy consumed by the glitches.
Meanwhile, Ion was actively filtering the energy he was taking in, draining the power from the active glitches and isolating the corrupt data into a single core within himself. Not yet wanting to integrate it with his vast resource pool of glitches and bugged out data, he would analyze it for any malignancy before completely integrating it into his body.
As he finished up, Ion curiously pressed Grade, ”You mentioned earlier about navi’s wanting to eat you? If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your story? I don’t imagine one with cannibalism is a boring one.” He finished the last line with a light chuckle and a good hearted grin. We all had stories, just some offered more twists than others.
Like a piano key played off chord the sadness in Grade’s voice lay in the air between them, a poignant counterpoint to the gentle rustle of trees overhead and cheerful birdsong in the background. Ion couldn’t help but listen intently as the black clad navi seemed to lose himself in the intensity of his own memories as he retold them. Starting off curiously and ending on an even more curious note, this navi had no doubt been through some interesting things. But it still seemed like he was confused, like time was jumbled in his mind or he had just awoken from a long hibernation.
Attention fully captured by Grade and his story, Ion’s eyes left the two combatants by the water and instead focused on the story of the dichromatic navi. Smiling as he spoke of already being dead, Ion couldn’t help but light-heartedly interject, ”If I die, I hope I’m half as lively as you haha!”
As Grade finished his story of the bunny eared navi and the insatiable goo, Ion couldn’t help but draw a number of connections, but as Grade inquired about Alpha he felt a chill run the course of his body. It wasn’t a glitch inflicted chill, but an honest to goodness rush of pure adrenaline. Arms prickling with goosebumps at the implications that Grade had just made, his mind instantly snapped to the Juuka Navi’s, ones imbued with the power of ancient monstrosities. They had nearly torn apart the networks when they arrived and they were mere shadows of history’s most powerful beasts. If another round of Juuka’s or worse, the beasts of old, were returning then they would need more power than ever before…
Answering Grades question as best as he could he delved deep into his memories of both the Juuka events, the history books he had read and the media that surrounded the incidents when those had finally come to public light. ”To be honest, I only know as much as the history books say on that topic. I know of the Alpha revolution when they tried to put down Forte. I know that it was the original prototype for the internet that acquired an instinct based sentience and that it had an insatiable appetite for devouring data. I’ve even done some light reading about the heroics of Megaman and Lan Hikari in the Alpha Incident, but I’ve never heard of anything relatable to Alpha in modern history.”
Pausing to bring his hand up to cradle his chin as he rubbed it pensively, ”So you figure the bunny eared navi has some relation to Alpha? Could it have just been specialized abilities instead?”
Having taken Grade aback only to have him jump to a conclusion moments later left Ion with a single eyebrow raised at the navi’s disjointed line of speech. This navi had obviously not been social for a long time as he spoke in fragments of what was actually running on in the back of his mind. Growing more guarded as Grade began summoning a black hole in the middle of the area, Ion let loose a soft sigh.
With his last words ringing in Ion’s ears, echoing for a moment in his mind as he pulled himself from the ground into a standing position. Glancing one last time at the two combatants on the far side of the water, Ion figured he could probably make it back to intervene before anything drastic happened. Grimacing at the raw nature of the gaping black maw before him, Ion touched the edge of the portal, solidifying it and stabilizing the connection with his own bug element. Almost instantly the pitch black became stained with silver streaks, like veins, these silver streaks fed the portal and hi-jacked Grade’s control over it. If he was walking into a trap, there was no way Grade was going to be taking him by surprise between the two networks at least…
Alarm bells were sounding in his mind as he considered Grades sanity for so willingly jumping back into a mineshaft where something had just moments ago tried to eat him. Shrugging, Ion knew that he was going through that portal, trap or not. If there was a navi who wished to consume others, then it was worth looking into at least. But heavy doubts lay in him mind as the image of Grade excitedly jumping into his portal played again in his mind…
((And now back to our regularly scheduled programming xD))
His attack was stopped! Awesome! Because if he had missed and kept going any longer, he would have barfed. Was that even possible for a navi? Actually, why the hell was he programmed to feel sick and or dizzy? At any rate, if the world would stop teetering- that'd be greaaaat. The tension around them started to fall away, this was it. This moment right here, could mean the end of one of them right now. Or not.
Fasilli had in fact been suspended in the air (until gravity woke up) and saw his opening coming before Daikuto even started to move into his attack. One of his eyes gave off an evil glow as he tugged hard on the scythe (not enough to deter the attack mind you) before quickly letting it go and propelling himself for Daikuto's body. If the timing was right, then he'd live. If not, he'd be sent flying and have to wait for another opening. No. He was not letting Samurai Dack get any more distance!
As fate had it, Fasilli nailed it. While Daikuto spun into his attack, Fasilli threw his hands out and grabbed onto one of the edges of the arm plates on Daikuto's arm and... went for a ride along with the attack. That was not good for his motion sickness. After it finished, Fasilli was inevitably thrown off, but only briefly as he shifted his weight into a kind of flip. Righting his body in midair, Fasilli gathered and concentrated shadows around one of his arms until it was so black, it absorbed light around it. He bent it back passed his neck as gravity stopped being lazy again and pulled him back down. He aimed a lightning fast, downward slash aimed for Daikuto's torso using his now razor sharp arm.
"Kore wa dono yō ni panchi rain no tame ni aru nodesu ka?"
Roughly translated (badly) "How is this for a punchline?"