NPF Avatars 6 Chapter 9: CEO, or Boss's Boss.

[PyrosNine]

Missingno's intrusi0N w@s b8#in& tkean crae fo, while Kamui attempted to reroute the many pings...This did however make it hard to shoot at Phoenix. In a bid to delay any damage, Dark Kamui lit up as brilliantly as possible- And to some people, time stopped! (While Missing NO!!!!!!1/*-* kept on (owing.)))!

* * *

Another Xerha bit the dust. The Mega Flare evaporated her, and sent the more resilient mog flying into the distance, crashing into the mock-tank and taking him down for the count.

MegaFlare defeated the enemy! You got "Mog Dance!"

What was the closest Avvy's ever had to a sex scene continued, FullMetal Chocobo countered Arhra's hack by slamming her physically against a nearby structure, making things turn a bit rough.

Digitally, the FM Chocobo Avatar was a bishounen male (with a left-eye-covering cleft of chocobo feathers), who was 1/2 as smexy as Majimmier. He held up a rose.

"Perhaps the maiden would want to read poetry and drink wine before we began the coupling. SMOOVNESS LEVEL MAXIMUM! WARK!"

This was getting tricky.

Smexy Chocobo Came near!

Command?
* Seduce.
* Wine and Dine.
* Headache/Illness.
* Put it in.

***
In the elevator room, Nin's turtley roar and latent turtle pouncing patterns (What kinda Turtle is Nin anyway? He climbs trees...roars and pounces...only to be grapped by Arhra IV for a much more effective attack.

As Arhra hammered the Cabbit's forcefield, the other corresponding tower lit up...and Ryu/Pyros hit it hard with his sword.

Both afflicted tower forcefields looked weak. Sensing a weakpoint, Ryu's honed ninja puzzle solving skills led him to grab a nearby Xerha and hurl her with the force of a ninja.

The third tower lit up, though SSB's kidnapping of a eyeless waddle doo (which was starting to freak Ryu right the fuck out) went unhindered.

"Now! Attack, for great victory, as the wolf pounces upon the hedgehog on it's back!"

[Flarecobra]

I came around, and saw that I had gone though the wall and landed in another room. I slowly started to move, and winced a little. "Gonna be sore in the morning...I just know it..." I said to myself, using some fire to help heal myself. I looked around and saw myself in some kind of armory. "Oooooo..." I said, looking around, and smiled. Some of it looked like weapons from other games, or universes, such as a lightsabre, plasma sword, and the Lancer assault rifle. I picked out an RPG launcher, and a red-colored Plasma Rifle, and looked out though the hole I made. Setting the launcher aside, I took stock of the situation and said to myself "Hmmm.....Let's see if it likes this..." I took aim with the rifle and let off a few bolts.

[The SSB Intern]

The waddle doo didn't try to struggle after he was stashed away in the pocket. He hoped that this dimension was free of oxygen and its life-preserving qualities. He seriously didn't want to be SSB's pet.

After moments of contemplation, he contiued living. Then pulled out of the pocket, by his hairs, painfully.

SSB sized up his catch. Without an eye, doos can't use lazer beams. And he couldn't very well take the turret with him. But, he could make do.

SSB reached into pocket and pulled out a normal-looking wrench. He flicked the switch at the button and a blade popped out. He handed it to the doo.

"This... is yours. Form now on you shall be known as Ludwig. You are now my partner in fighting villainy and/or vampires." SSB looked over at the last turret.

"You heard Ryu, it's time to get to work."

SSB threw Ludwig at the Beholder, hoping that he had no moral qualms about shanking his old friend.

[Arhra]

Synoposis: Arhra I's started considering re-combining with her clones, possibly via Third Impact. The copies present are zerging the turrets. The mutated copies and the dragon Arhra IV are fighting Missingno, trying to get it outside. The copies already fighting it died. Arhra V's trying seduction plus decapitation on the Full Metal Chocobo. The other Arhra IV is asking Phil for advice on those scissors she swallowed. Finally, Arhra III is half-assedly setting up Rhiya's entrance.

Flung at the third tower by Ryu Pyros, the Xerhra shouted out her last words.

"Pyros! My heart may be copied, but my love was real!"

The copy Arhras clustered around Arhra I felt they had an issue they should raise. "Shouldn't you be attacking that forcefield?"

"Shouldn't you be rushing the towers?" Arhra I asked them back.

There was some murmuring between them. "It was hard and we got bored."

"Exactly." Arhra I said. "Besides I have something else I'd better work on. I've been deeply worried that all of you being around may have lessened me in some way. I might have to work to transform an incomplete herd back into a single, complete being."

"But you don't seem any weaker?" one of the copies said uncertainly.

"Then reunion can only be instrumental in making things better, right? Are you saying you hate reunion?"

"But that doesn't usually end well." another one tried.

"IT WILL END PERFECTLY!" Arhra I shouted. "Watch me start doing it, right here, right now!"

She closed her eyes, looked serene and started glowing palely, a sphere of blackness appearing between her cupped hands.

The copy Arhras edged away slightly.

* * *

To save the DIGITAL WORLD, Arhra V was faced with a difficult choice facing the Full Metal Chocobo.

Command?
* Seduce.
* Wine and Dine.
* Headache/Illness.
* Put it in.

"I can't resist it any longer!" she cried, springing forward like a hungry tiger. "I must have you!" The bishounen avatar was about to have Arhra V forcibly embrace and passionately kiss him.

Back in the real world, Arhra V got slammed against a wall, since the Full Metal Chocobo liked things rough. She didn't like this attempt to deflect her hackerosity.

"You are no match for my hacking skills!" Arhra V announced. "Form Blazing Sword!"

Varia Weapon shone and responded. "Blazing Sword, set up." The magitech amulet expanded into a sword hilt, a flaming blade igniting as she held it aloft.

"Off with your head!" Arhra V commanded, hacking at the Chocobo's neck in front of her with all her strength.

Truely, she was a Queen of Hearts.

* * *

Half of the Fighting Arhra Cheer Team was going to town on Missingno li/<e it was go!ng out of st`/L3. It was like a scene fr0m Extreme Gardening as they vi<!ously pruned t4e 6li+chy mass.

Then Dark Kamui used the Dark Flash, interfering with perception of time. To them, in an instant, Missingno regrew, trapping th3M in coiL!n% bundle5 of its m@ss,,, thicke$ning str4^ds crushhing +Hem to d34th.

"But I don't want to return to nothing!" one of the struggling copy Arhras shouted "As a replicant, I don't know if I get to have a soul and some sweet afterlife deal!"

A ghostly Arhra I appeared in front of her, others further back, leaning in seductively to touch her. She reached out with joy, straining for freedom. "You're here!" she said.

Pattern recognition suddenly threw off warning signals. "Wait... spooky Arhra ghosts?"

POP.

* * *

Some of the copy Arhras had let their curiousity get the better of them.

"So... are you actually doing anything?" one asked as Arhra I continued to stand there.

Arhra I opened an eye and glared at her. "Yes, yes I am! Look at the dead copies!"

Spooky ghostly Arhras seemed to be standing around, looking at the goopy messes where copy Arhras had fallen.

"We'll... go swarm those turrets now."

"Eh, you do that. I'm fighting Missingno." the slightly enlarged copy Arhra declared, the after effects of being nuked making her shoot up in height another foot. She wanted to get outside while she could still fit through doors.

"OK! We'll help!"
"OK! We'll help!" the two fission Arhras said.

The last mutant copy, while hulking, still was showing a disappointing lack of getting angry or smashing anything.

All the forcefields lit up, the copy Arhras crashed into them like a wave, wanting to overpower them and smash up the turrets within.

* * *

What Arhra IV was up to.

Arhra IV, Nin still serving as her hat, considered the forcefield carefully. She did not like forcefields but her stomach was still feeling quite upset.

"DISAPPOINTINGLY PUNY ATTACK!" she shouted, halfheartedly kicking the forcefield. Then she wandered off to find Phil.

Shortly, one of the hobbit tenders was confronting her about what business she had with Phil and if this was some plot to cut in and take a turn at carrying him instead.

Arhra IV reassured her this was not so.

"OK!" the copy Arhra said happily. "You can see him then."

"Hi Phil." she said, the hobbit being passed over to one of the other copies to have a turn at carrying him. "I swallowed a exponentially increasing menace and I think its making me fat." she prodded her belly accusingly. "Is there anything you could summon that might help with that?"

Meanwhile, partially outside the fortress/ship, the giant, angry, instinct driven Arhra IV had gotten a firm hold on Missingno's |3u|k and was +rying to &rag it out of the fortreZZ to figh7 it pr0|>erly.

* * *

Heralding coming events, the dreams of those few still asleep near the dimensional fortress were peculiarly disturbed. Hellish vistas, the vague outlines of nightmarish shapes, being haunted in the dark by a presence that oozed hatred of all things. Whispers of wrath being manifest and a queen amongst the damned. An oncoming storm, a living disaster of bloodshed and destruction, looming out of the future.

"Boo!" Arhra III shouted, waving her hands to emphasis just how scary she was being.

A complicated series of events had ended up with her having to work for Rhiya as a succubus. Nothing said she had to put her heart into things like the heraldic duties she'd been assigned.

"Rhiya is coming!" she shouted at the dreamers. "This is probably meaningless to you! Be scared!"

And then she stormed out of the dream.

* * *

Countdown Update: 81 Copy Arhras remaining!

Semi Uniques - 4
Phil Carers - 6
Fighting Arhra Cheer Team - 13
The Swarm - 58

[PyrosNine]

Despite Arhra's attempts at recombining due to the increase of new Arhra units, the mutated Xerha Missingno cleaning brigade suffered a pure random glitching of their image files on the game rom.

Namely, There was Hulk Officer Xerha, Tall Nurse Xerha, and Team Xerha.

Missingno's effect upon words was halted by the grabbing of it's *-/&R#*, which was the core of it's reality altering nature. It currently looked like a bunch of 111001010101010101010100010101010
1010101010101010101010101001010100110
101010100010100001101000100111010101010

* * * *

The other Xerhas were cut down by 20% by ramming into the forcefield, but the forcefield finally surrendered to the onslaught and the turrets they guarded became quite fragile.

The Beholder found the swarm something to Behold.

"Oh *cough* crap!"

Then he was hit with an Eyeless Waddle Doo dubbed Ludwig holding a lightsaber that it couldn't see, and was largely unaware of whatever it was doing. It waved about whatever it was holding slashing a bit at the turret and a few Xerhas, before stopping to get a feel of it's surroundings and wondering what happened to the guy who had just talked to him and why he'd just suddenly gone through the air like that.


* * *

FullMetal Chocobo took some live ammo and responded with bolt of Thunder 2 in Flare's general direction, as it tended to target all enemies anyway, and needed to focus on it's battle.

Then, it got an axe in it's head.

The head came clean off.

It turned on it's boosters, and began running around the field at a full blast, like a...welll....chocobo with it's head cut off.

Fortunately, it didn't need it's head to think.

Arhra and FM Bishounen Chocobo were dangerously close, and some could see some trouble differentiating where Arhra V's digital dress met FMBC's vest...assuming they were still wearing either.

With a free virtual hand, FMBC dialed for a suite in a virtual hotel, and perhaps a pair of virtual cigarettes. But no virtual scented candles, he made that clear. He was allergic, and sneezing ruined the smexyness.

* * *

Mauve was doing something attacking the Turrets, probably. Maybe casting Magic? I dunno, and that's what keeps me up at night.

That and Sugar.

IC was contemplating getting Asheth pregnant.

Rhiya was taking her good sweet time!


* * *

Ryu was eating Toast. Sure, he was a Ninja, but even a Ninja has to eat well balanced breakfast before slaughtering wholesale for great justice.

* * *

The girl with the yellow headscarf found herself between a hard place and 4 tough customers. She'd been hoping to make one final appearance before the grand finale, but these chumps had gotten in her way and were trying to grill her good. Well, she'd see about that.

The others weren't so far away, either. She could...yes! It could be set up perfectly, even here!

The 4 against her started to make a move...

"IT'S TIME FOR-"

The 4 didn't know what they were messing with.

[Flarecobra]

I ducked back behind the wall in an attempt to avoid the electric attack.

Then I was suddonly reminded that metal walls conduct electricty. A few feathers were seared off, and my muscles were spasming. "Come on Flare...get control of yourself..." I said, looking over what was avalable. I tossed aside the plasma rifle and looked over my choises. I picked up a sniper rifle and went back to the hole, watching the FMC run around, waiting for it to either stop, or show some kind of pattern.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

OOC: Sorry. I've just had to work insane shifts for retail the previous 3-4 days and couldn't get my head around it all.
~~

Deep within the bowels of Calamity, a new beast was stirring. Catastrophe took up her reins and whipped Disaster, her mighty steed into motion. She has work to do.

In the wake of NPF chaos, a new thing latched on. Perhaps it was still old, but also new at the same time. A consciousness followed the paths of destruction such a familiar signature of the works of NPFers, tracing forward along the clear line towards the present time.

And upon arrival, there seemed to be chaos upon more chaos. Chocobos and randomness ran rampant where the NPFers were at. The missingno fcu|<3d arou ndw

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Amidst all this chaos, Calamity growled. And from the jaws of the proverbial beast, a new entity was admitted into the warzone.

A heartbeat into the decapitation scene of the headless chocobo, there was a rumble - a disturbance in the force! What was closest to a jedi knight - that being an Eyeless Waddle Doo named Ludwig - shuddered as it felt the force scream with terror unbeknownst to mankind or Waddle-doo-kind, for that matter.

As if in response to this rumble (or perhaps it was causing it?), the earth in some relatively spacey area away from any immediate activity tore asunder, ripping open like a gaping mouth of doom. It was as if a thousand innocent little butterflies just screamed horrifically and then died. IN TOTAL SILENCE!

From within the depths of smouldering darkness, a bone-like protrusion extended, spiralling upwards, coiling and curving until it warped into what looked vaguely like a demonic archway.

Then what really sounded like the screams of a thousand innocent souls crying out in pure agony (as if they'd just seen Sasuke kiss Naruto in that famous anime) did herald the arrival of an infernal entity.

Flames - black, hellish fire that cackled and filled the air with a cacophany of evil sinister smoke - erupted in the archway, burning high into the sky. The wall of fire seemed to swirl inwards, spiralling inside the archway as if warping from a different dimension.

From within the soupy, black flames of the 'portal', a leg extended out, foot poised perfectly in an elegent stilleto. It was very smexy. The body and face that followed were likewise oozing with a high smexy rating.

Wearing what could be assumed as the typical demon's favourite colour, the woman made the rest of the way out of the portal, revealling herself slowly and quite dramatically. The pale, flawless skin welcomed the light, covered by a deliciously dark red, silken cocktail dress that folded and curled just right. Slender hands with perfectly-manicured nails planted themselves carefully at the sides of the archway. A well-defined (but not exceedingly well-endowed) torso followed as the woman pulled herself out.

Her face was finely-chiselled and her deep golden eyes slanted attractively. Full, lushious lips curled at the edges in a devious little smile. The short, shoulder-length hair was cut close to what could be mistaken as a french bob if left without the bob, and seemed to defy all laws of entanglement and swayed in silken perfection as she moved.

Fully stepping out of the glimmering depths of hell, it was clear she also seemed to sport a pair of red wings so dark in colour that it was almost black. Shadowy and beautifully-feathered, they seemed to swirl and shift mesmerisingly.

~~

This was all perhaps spoiled slightly when - luck has it - her next step into the world had to be over a pool of Missingno ichor. One word could describe the situation, and that was:

*SQUIP*

Rhiya Ravenwing - Mistress of a small domain in Hell, Terrorizer of little childrens' dreams, Murderer of a Thousand Masses of Gaians - went down in an undignified heap, having slipped on a little bit of leftover doo-doo. There was perhaps a small flash of white panties.

"... Well, I suppose that makes my day," she muttered as she tried to regain her composure and balance, her voice sultry and just a little bit sulky.

[Arhra]

Meanwhile, Arhra's four semi-notable semi-unique copies were still facing Missingno.

"Something's dragging it outside!"
"Something's dragging it outside!" the pair of fission Arhras said, prepared for trouble and ready to make it double. They had such spiffy threads.

Outside, dragon Arhra IV was braced on the fortress' superstructure and dragging Missingno's bulk outside. Oddly, no-one seemed to mind.

With a squidgy binary thingy in her grasp and a white starched cap on her steadily expanding head, Tall Nurse Arhra did the only thing she could think of as a medical practitioner. She squeezed that core hardcore and she would later admit to having a good time doing it.

The last mutated Arhra was still failing to do anything incredibly hulking, even though she was now a police officer. She was helping push Missingno outside though. Perhaps it was loitering and had to move along?

* * *

In the turret room, the current situation called for quick action.

"Oh no, I have to delegate!" Arhra I said. "She thrust her little black orb of possible soul capture into a nearby Xerhra's hands. "Keep that going, would you?" It was beginning to fill with something red.

"Oh, I was thinking of making a material one too, just in case. Hold this!" She thrust a white orb she hadn't been holding a moment ago into the hands of a second Xerhra.

Then she ran off.

"Excuse me for a moment." Arhra IV said apologetically to Phil. She took Nin off her head and set him down with a piece of lettuce. "Watch him, would you?"

And then she ran off.

Standing about the thoroughly trampled remains of what had been a beholder, the heads of all the unoccupied, surviving copy Arhras suddenly swivelled to fix on one point, as if they'd received some unknown signal.

And then they all ran off.

As Rhiya attempted to regain her composure and her footing, she heard the rumble of distant thunder approaching.

"RHIYA!" dozens of suspiciously similar voices roared as one.

A second later, Rhiya was treated to the unique sight of precisely forty-six stampeding Arhras all lunging to glomp her at once.

The hobbit tenders had their solemn duty to uphold and did not participate. So instead they settled for hugging each other and Phil.

They did not hug Nin. Turtles are hard to hug.

* * *

Countdown Update: 69 Copy Arhras remaining!

Semi Uniques - 4
Phil Carers - 6
Fighting Arhra Cheer Team - 13
The Swarm - 46

OOC: Hmmm, I'll leave the Arhra V bit for now so I can work out something I actually like.

[phil_]

Phil was glad that whichever Arhra who might've been IV, but less dragon-y for some reason, had run off before he'd had a chance to answer her. Not that he didn't want to help, but it's such a pain explaining magic rules and how they prevented him from summoning anything for a bit in order to protect his fragile mortality, especially to someone who may or may not be the person who may or may not have broken those rules earlier, and who may or may not tell him to stuff his desire to live and summon something, anyway.

This long, rambling run-on sentence going through his mind prevented any action against unwarranted hugging. That, and wondering why that Arhra had worn a turtle on her head, how he was supposed to protect it, and what would happen to him if he failed.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"Hmm. Somehow I believe this is Arhra III's fault." Rhiya mumbled as she watched the oncoming swarm with rising panic. A little bit daunted by the fact that there were so many freaking copies of Arhra and perhaps they had a grudge against her that's why they're racing towards her right?, Rhiya decided there was only one thing to do, and so she did it.

Calling upon her infernal powers as a demonic being, Rhiya summoned forth her minion, then leapt up into the air, spreading her wings majestically as she rose up to safety while her substitute was subsequently glomped by exactly forty-six copies of another version of Arhra.

"I blame you, Arhra III!!!" she crowed at the top of her lungs.