NPF Avatars: A God's Madness

[Mr.McSpiff]

Spiffy, smelling danger to his life, turned around, faced the man holding the thing that looked suspiciously like a Covenant Carbine from Halo 2 "I smell lawsuit." He thought for a second.

The hand-paw bolted into the right pocket of it's owner's pants, and came out... holding a sawn off double-barrel shotgun. Spiffy Grasped it with his other hand and aimed at Premonitions. "Listen up buddy... this, is my BOOMSTICK!"

[Premmy]

OOC: why is it that people can spell my name right when using it as improper noun, but when they use it in reference to me it gets all kinds of "E" and "I"s?
IC: Premonitions stopped for a second and stared blankly at the shotgun. He then reached behind his head and pulled out a golden five pointed star with two black eyes on it. He held it in his hand and it dissapeared. Suddenly Premonitions began sparkling and little flecks of light flew off of him as he blinked red and a cheery tune played from nowhere. He then continued his slow walk, now bopping slightly to the music.

[Krylo]

Krylo hunched down behind a paint splattered pillar, a nine milimeter in each of his hands, breathing heavily. His eyes were focused on the wall ahead of him. Paint was splattered across it, but amongst the paint bursts were other, more sinister wounds in the concrete wall: bullet holes. The lead still reflected the incandescent light of the swaying and flourescent fixtures.

It seemed like he had been sitting there forever when Krylo decided to jerk his head around the pillar to take a look at the room, but as soon as he did so he heard the sound of a gun firing. The mod jerked himself toward the pillar again, and just barely avoided catching a bullet in his face, as the slug ripped across his cheek, leaving a small red line--which quickly sealed itself back up.

He took a deep breath and then reached down, throwing a rock out to the right a moment before dashing out to the left.

His eyes searched the room, and they locked onto his target, behind another pillar just as the man saw the immortal. Both of their guns whipped out and fired, as both of their legs curled and then sprang out, in perfect unison.

The two leaped off to the side, as both of their bullets just barely missed their quarries, and landed, spinning toward each other again. It looked almost as though Krylo was fighting his own reflection--except the other man was obviously hispanic and wore a slightly crumpled blue buisness suit and had short black hair.

Again both of their guns fired, and the bullets met in mid-air, exactly--and perfectly, cancelling out each other's momentum. The bullets fell as one mash of lead just as the two gunmen began to run. Krylo to his right, the other to his left, both of them heading the same direction.

"Why do we always have to do this?" the other man asked, "Really... I'd rather just sit down and discuss philosophy or stupid japanese masturbation robots."

Krylo grinned as he whipped up his gun and let off a shot, which the other avoided by instantly jumping backwards, reversing directions just as the bullet whipped past his face. "Because I still haven't beaten you," the mod replied, spinning toward the other again, as he aimed his gun.

Both guns fired, and a small spark was emitted for just a fraction of a second as they slid past each other. And each found their mark.

Krylo was knocked backward through the trail of his own blood as the other man was thrown to the ground, a small mashed piece of metal pressed against his chest.

Both of them slowly rose to their feet a minute later. Krylo seemed to be fine, while the other man was rubbing the place the bullet had hit and winced a little.

"I don't suppose we can stop doing this now..." the other man said, a little out of breath as he pulled the mashed bullet off his bullet proof vest.

"Not a chance, Funka... that was just a tie, and we both know you threw it."

"...Damn."

Then the lights flickered a bit and went out, followed by a loud beep from Krylo's pocket. Krylo reached in and pulled the object out, a small wrist band that afforded the moderators their powers inside the NPF, by directly channelling the power of The Kurosen. It had never beeped before, but Krylo had been told, when receiving it, that it would only happen if it was cut off from its power source.

Now it read, 'Battery Back Up Online. Sensors indicate that you have moved outside The Kurosen's range. Please re-enter the city to re-activeate the wristband. Powering down in 3... 2... 1...'

With that the digital read out cut off.

Funka looked at Krylo in the darkness. "What's up with that thing?"

"...I don't know. We're still obviously here. It should still work..." Krylo replied staring at the bracelet for a minute before Incendius's voice entered his head, and apparently Funka's as well, considering the look on his face.

"The hell...?" Funka asked, looking at Krylo as the message stopped, "I don't think I've ever felt anything THAT weird... well, except for the time I met this japanese girl at a bar with a fr..."

"Funka..."

"Yeah?"

"You know I love your stories, but seriously, not the time. Someone stole the Kurosen, I've gotta get over there," Krylo said, sounding semi-serious.

Funka just shrugged, "I didn't know you ever did any mod work..."

"Well, generally I just abuse my powers... but this could be bad, if The Kurosen fell into the wrong hands..."

"Yeah, I guess we'd better go, eh?" the mexican man replied, holstering his gun and starting to move, although with a bit of a limp.

Krylo put a hand on Funka's shoulder to stop him. "I'll take care of it. It's my job... and besides, I think I cracked a rib just now. You aren't the immortal one."

With that Krylo walked past Funka Genocide with a wave and out into the streets.
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It wasn't long before he got to the scene of the accident, and saw quite a few NPFers, along with a couple of new citizens.

"Alright... who am I going to have to ban for this?" he asked, sounding only slightly annoyed, as a bullet exited one of his chambers, knocking the plasma rifle away from Premonitions, "And stop harassing the newbs, goddamnit."

[Truce]

Nobody ever said that Ecurt had good timing. In fact, he tended to do the stupidest things at the worst possible times.

Like right now.

Ecurt was not one of those who had received Incendius' message. However he, like the rest of the gathered, had suddenly appeared because something terrible had happened, even if he didn't have in mind the same tragedy as they did. While that in and of itself wouldn't have been a problem, it was the way he appeared that not only ruined the dramatic mood, but added more to the confusion.

A portal had opened up above Rhiya and Fenris, similar to what had been used to summon the Hamtarostein. This time though, instead of popping out a mutated anime bundle of furry kawaiiness, Ecurt dropped out of it and onto Rhiya's back, with Rhiya's pants on top of his head for some reason.

"PYROS! THERE'S BEEN A DISASTER AT THE FACTORY! THE MAGICAL GIRL ASHETH PLUSHIES HAVE BEGUN TAKING OVER CANADA! WE NEED TO STOP THEM NOW OR SOMETHING REALLY BAD MIGHT HAPPEN! LIKE WHATEVER HAPPENED HERE!"

Ecurt then blinked, looking around. "And by the way, what the hell did happen here?"

[Mr.McSpiff]

Spiffy immediately blurted out "O RLY!?", and started to do the moonwalk with his boomstick, trying to prove that no one could out dance him, even if they were powered up with a cool sparkly thing.

But before he could finish his dance, a man who would later be known to him as Ecurt landed in front of him and yelled out randomlly. "Alrighty then... who's this guy, where'd he come from, and why did he interupt my dance??!"

(Last post for the night, gotta go to bed, more posting after 3:00 PM tommorow.)

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"You stick that thing anywhere near my Bizzatch and I'll flame you one," Rhiya put one paw down - a move that effectively pinned Spiffy and his 'boomstick' to the ground. The small thermometer that orbited the dragon's head fluctuated dangerously between 50 and 70.

Remembering something, she reached down into her gullet and extracted the remaining rat hairs from her tonsil. Her draconic features wrinkled in disgust.

Actually, it was more the smell rather than the action that made Rhiya gag Spiffy from imminent doom. Chaos Diamond tonsils aren't that floppy, and it'd take a good hard whack from a baseball bat to actually make it move back and forth an inch or so.

No. It was more the fact that Spiffy had kept that rat on that stick for faaaar too long that made her feel sick.

Still, since - Rhiya reckoned - that Spiffy seemed like a silly enough newbie, it was up to her (face it, she's actually better than anybody else) to break him in.

Her head snaking down, she eyed the kitty with one massive eye.
"I'm Rhiya, by the way," she roared into Spiffy's face, "people know me. They don't know you. If you want to get people's attention, you're going to have to earn their respect, and respect doesn't come easily around here. Now play a good kitty and just be glad I'm on your side... for now."

She turned respectfully towards Krylo, "and how's my favourite mod today?"

You could actually hear the sweet perfume and flowers in her voice. She also very carefully gripped Ecurt very hard around the waist and flung him a good mile or so northwards.

[OOC: GODDAMNIT! I type up my post in response to Spiffy and you all damned reply.]

[Fenris]

Alarmed by the recent courses of action, Fenris decided the best thing to do was to get as far away from Spiffy and Rhiya, as soon as he could. He inched away from the dragon. He then decided to whack away at a rock with his silver mallet, reducing it to dust in three strokes.

"Good to see I still have my old skills," Fenris said to himself, and then returned to the group. He noted the tension between everybody there and decided to do something drastic. Opening his knapsack he pulled out a small package and held it out to the group.

"Crackers, anybody?"

[Premmy]

Premonitions glared down at his hand in rage as his aura disspated and the music faded away. He snarled "Now who the fu-" he whirled on his heels to see Krylo pointing a gun at him, he became silent and looked up Rhiya for help, he thne looked back at Krylo"Yooooooooo! my man! uhh what goes on?"

[The Wizard Who Did It]

The Wizard turned to the mod who had just walked in, Krylo. "I have a question, Krylo. Is it possible to ban Raiden if he suddenly took the Kurosen and left, or do we actually have to hunt him down and try to take down a friggin' God?"

The Wizard then leaned against a rock behind him and exhaled air. He turned his head to the two Gods, one unstable and the other... fug if he knew. He tried to talk to them without gaining their ire. He had heard that they were siblings of Raiden, and if there was anything that he had learned from Raiden, it was not to tick off a God. Also to not tick off his friends. This thought sent a chill down the Wizard's spine. Aren't we his friends? Or acquaintances? You are getting too soft. Raiden is a God, he doesn't need such things as "friendship". In your twisted world. Whatever, it is best to get everybody's thought on this, especially those two, before I try to analyze what is going on. The Wizard speech was directed at the two Gods,

"Do either of you two having any inkling why Raiden would do this? I thought he loved it here, I thought he had some loyalty." He then directed his question to everybody, "Does anybody have any clue as to why this happened?"

[Premmy]

Originally Posted by The Wizard Who Did It

He then directed his question to everybody, "Does anybody have any clue as to why this happened?"

Premonitions sighed and turned around to face Twiddy
"Pyros did it, in some way,shape or form, this is his fault"