NPF Avatars: A story of Seals, Tears, and Betrayal

[Incendius]

Through the turmoil of the gigantic, epic battle comprised of ridiculous combatants and even worse heroes a new, a deafening sound was heard. Deafening even to the ears of those who endured explosions at point blank range located within their ears without any notice at all. It surely must have came from some type of explosion (Even one of an unusual types of explosions such as the explosion of choas formed in a wave), and of course using such broad parameters the sound DID come from an explosion.

Though that was only in the loosest sense.

For, it appears the sound originated from a spherical mass that quickly expanded outwards engulfing all in its range before receding and dissapearing just as suddenly as it came. Very charectaristic of explosions, but that was where the similarities ended. For when the pseudo explosion was described before, it mentioned mass, where in fact there was no mass. Difference number one.

The 'explosion' was in fact comprised of something beyond matter, though it did produce its fair share of light. Though, even with the abundence of strangely luminescent blue light from the 'explosion', there was no smell of burning flesh, nor was there any sample of said flesh, as the 'explosion' was in no way comprised of fire or heat. Difference number two.

Finally for those caught in the 'explosion', there was no so much pain as... there was the absence of pain and of feeling. Much akin to those who suffer frost bite, though the 'explosion' in no way was comprised of cold. Instead, it was a direct violation of their being, NO not that way Krylo, for those who could stand looking directly into the light, they would see any weak willed individuals within being rapidly written into a code, broken down, then dissapearing from thin air.

In short, it was much much horrible then any (most) explosion that had rocked the mountain, even worse then Premonitions bomb which still did a very healthy amount of damage. It destroyed the very souls of those caught in it.

The victims of this 'explosion' were those foolish, stupid, and gullible Gaian's attempting to rush back through the portal back to their home city to assault the moderator keeping control of the portals. Of course, predictably they were rebuffed by this same moderator. That normal looking man, with a slightly overlarge cannon on his shoulder. "Now now there, who ever said you all could come back. This is what you wanted isn't it?" the man said in a cheerful jovial tone of voice as he rolled his head working the creaks out of his neck.

With a slight smirk on his face he takes one step, leaving himself halfway through the portal, one foot on either side. Reaching downwards, with the cannon still precariously placed on his shoulder he took a ciggarette out of his pocket and lit it. With a slight smirk he looked over to Haeru and inclined his head in recognition. Winking (in an entirely non sexual manner) to her he started to smoke the ciggarette. As he did so, the Gaian hordes turned forwards.

And another dozen or so portals opened up behind him.

[Inbred Chocobo]

"Overkill anyone?" IC said as he watched the ongoing explosion. He had had it up to here with the Gaians, and now that one of the mods thought it could just come walking into NPF. IC had the Fuitad, and now its about time he started using it. He threw open a portal and stepped through letting the rest of the NPFers handle the mod that came through.

He stepped in a giant circular room. Quite spacious actually, but very plain, with the only feature was that of what sat in the center. There was a pedestal, and on it was another one of those glowing orbs. Of course, this one powered the Gaian Forums. "Taking this should cause them to focus there attention away from NPF and back on their hometurf. I just hope the rest of the gang can take care of the problem without me."

"Pretty nice plan. Too bad it won't work. Not with me here to kick your ass and put what you would have stolen back."

IC turned to face the man. What he saw almost made him laugh. What stood there was quite a tall man. His features had an asain twist too them. It looked like he worked out, though it wasn't his muscular features that gave him that idea, but the gym clothes he still wore. He held in his laugh, but taunted his foe instead.

"Oooh. Your quite scary arn't you. Is that a volleyball you have there? You going to spike me with it or something."

The man didn't respond. Instead he tossed it in the air and hit it. Instead of the normal reaction IC was expecting, the ball launched like a rocket. IC just barely managed to duck it as the ball went crashing through the room on the other side, tearing quite a hole in it. IC got serious real quick, and pulled out the Wind Edge.

"Guess I see why you carry a volleyball now."

[PhoenixFlame]

By this time, Phoenixbot had made her way through large puddles of dead Gaians, fields of Gaian pansies, and finally, confettied pieces of airbourne Gaians, only to see yet more Gaians be killed by wonton friendly fire. What parts of the android that weren't already red were slicked with blood, upon which several scraps of gaian flesh lay glued to the outside of Phoenixbot's combat suit. T'was a gruesome sight to behold indeed, weilding her beam-scythe and covered in human flesh.

Of course, that left one worthy target for her to terminate. Dragonsbane might have pointed and said something about the Mod, but Phoenixbot had already targeted him, and was beginning to scan the Mod for all he was worth as she stalked forward towards him, ignoring Krylo as she went.

"Target Acquired." she said robotically, twirling the rod of her beam-scythe dramatically in her right arm, "Terminate Target."

She waited for him to fire first, so that she could react and take advantage of him. After all, the large shoulder-cannon he weilded did not seem like something one wanted to be hit with.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Sub-Rhiya stopped laughing abruptly as the new enemy appeared. With an intent glare, Sub-Rhiya growled.

"Bastard just did overkill with Portals. Damn, I hope I respawn soo-oh! Speak of the devil!"

~~

There was definitely something different about the appearance of Rhiya as the glowing rings ecompassed her body before dropping her down in traditional Halo fashion.

That difference was the fact that she seemed to be in Wrath Manifest form, holding a rifle, and looking rather confused.

Rhiya glanced at herself briefly, did a doubletake, then stared some more at her form.

"This isn't supposed to happen," thus spake Wrath Manifest. The boiling aura surrounded her, intangible yet quite solid.

"Oi! Me! Your subconscious is stuck in Ecurt!" Rhiya - that is, Wrath Manifest - swept a pupilless gaze towards the turkey-turned turkey. The face of Ecurt writhed for a second as another internal battle ensued. Apparently, Sub-Rhiya managed to wrest control of his mouth from Ecurt. Wrath Manifest looked utterly confused.

"....Why are you talking in light pink, Asheth?" Wrath Manifest asked.

[PyrosNine]

Asheth was already at Fidem, and had a few words to say to him. Shet got off her noob mount and stood up straight, eloquently voicing what she had to say. "OMG! YOU R SO HAWT!"

The boss first sized up the woman in the poorly fitting dress who seemed to be a Gaian. Then, realizing he had a job to do and could save his groinal urges till later, pointed his arm cannon at her.

"I'm sorry bitch, but as I said, no one's coming back through this gate. Now if you want some fun later, we can do, but no one's getting through me alive right now. So unless you want me to render you infertile and take your lower half away as I do it, get back over there!"

"OMG, IM SO SRRY! I-," Asheth started to turn around to head back, until she suddenly slipped backwards, slid along the ground, and was underneath Fidem, between his legs. With one shot she kicked him in the groin, and then did a hand stand, lifting him up with one leg and kicking him with another. He went through the air, and landed on his head in the dirt on the NPF side of the portal. It was a move from the Bara Sutra, which followed the philosophy that if love hurts more than any wound, then sex should be the most painful thing ever.

"am needing to get through." Asheth finished her sentence, with a smile. She righted herself and went into the portal to the Gaian side. "LOL." She looked back to the NPF side.

"Hey guys, play with him for me, will ya? I've some business on this end. I'll be back with you as soon as possible. I'll see what I can do about these portals while I'm over here too." With a smile she walked deeper into Gaian territory, then tripped and fell.

"DAMN IT! Stupid dress made me loose my cool! Horsy, come!" The noob scampered through the portal, and Asheth got on. The last seen of Asheth was her hand charging up a fire orb, then her releasing it.

The portal closed.

And then, the portals began to close, one by one.

<Let's see how Gaia likes it when they're on the recieving end...but I need to have a nice chat and gain some info...and I need to do it quickly...>

[Truce]

Inside his head, Ecurt had managed to pry Rhiya away from the microphone, and put himself back into the pilot's seat. Then, with a deep breath, outer Ecurt answered Wrath's question as calmly as she could. "Ah don't know, shuug. First there was the big flash and then ah imagined mahself to be as feathery as a turkey before Thanksgiving. Then ah tried to change back, but something went wrong and now ah've gone gotten myself all flustered like this here.

"Obviously, it's little sweet Pyros' fault. That poor kitty gets us into more trouble than a fox in a chicken's coop."

"But aren't you Pyros?"

"...don't fret your head over that right now, shugah. Now why don't we show those mean Gaians just how we do things from where we are from, Rhiya?"

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

"... With unrestrained, lustful pleasure," Wrath Manifest affected a bloodcurdling smile, before turning around to face the new incoming hordes. The first rank practically stepped back from the sheer force of her gaze, before being pushed forward by those that weren't so affected from behind.

With a snarl that rocked the threshold of hearing, Wrath Manifest glided forward akin to a crazed rocket on speed.

The first gaians to suffer the brunt of Wrath's speeding comet-like attack went under like helpless bowling pins. The others behind them tripped over their "OMG WTF!1SHOOLACES!!" and consequently died screaming as Wrath Manifest's auric field passed close enough to engulf half their faces in wrathful vengence.

And Lo, it was written down that Rhiya doth Kicketh Gaian ass, and the very heavens were rent with her heathen enemy's tortured cries. Blood flowed like water, and everything was the colour of pain.

~~

".... That's some nasty godmoding I'm doing there," Sub-Rhiya commented in Ecurt's brain.

[Mesden]

The goddess looked back towards the dark wizard. His disposition and personality had drastically altered, it was beyond obvious. She strode forward and while waving her hand for him to follow she echoed, "I'm not your 'Dear', but we shall go."
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In response to the Prem action of mass explosion

They pushed through the hordes of incoherent speaking and vile actions. Cutting down those who could stand in their way. The sounds of writhing and deathly howls were easily heard throughout the mass of inane drones.

Then the apparent Premonitions came into some sort of view of the two. The new figure wasn't of much concern given everything else that had happened in the day, but the imminent widespread ruin was.

Mesden quickly grabbed the Dark wizard and with a stomach curdling transformation they were pulled into the ethereal realm. The Dark wizard could feel himself begin to pull away.

"Not now, wizard. You're not going back to your prison as of yet."

With a inaudible mouthing, the wizard saw a glyph shoot out and wrap him. The pulling feeling soon faded and he was able to become at the general ease possible in the current situation.

Their eyes quickly drew to Premonitions, or rather, her soul. It still retained it's original prospects, but with a slight change due to the chaos.

With an echo that none could hear, but yet vibrated throughout the wizards head, the goddess said, "She is about to help us, now we must hurry."

With only a nod the pair rushed through the sickening mass of Gaian souls. There was no true description of what a Gaian soul actually looked like, but every one of them gave off their individual form of disgust that sunk down to the pit of your stomach.

"This is what I see. Every time I stare into their eyes, the moment before they are ended. The sickening howls of dread their souls give before the final loss of existance. A fate I wish on no other, but you must bare Dark one."

At the end of her echoing statement, a wave brushed over the swarm. Whatever Premonitions had done had rid the physical world of the Gaians. Within an instant every soul began to wail. The ear splitting shriek that would drive most men insane burning through the realm thousands of times over.

The Wizards arm was soon grabbed and before he could say anything the duo were flying the rainbow-esque plain. They stopped at what seemed a massive soul. It's power unmistakable as a great enemy. One not to be trifled with.

"Here's our stop." were the last words to echo before the wizard and Mesden manifested into reality again.

Where the massive soul stood in the ethereal realm now stood the agitated moderator of Gaia. The anger burned in his eyes from the actions of Pyros and others.

"You are a beast that we can not allow to exist. Twiddy,” the wizard‘s attention brought upon the goddess. Her stance was bold and ready to fight. The spiritual withering blade had been pulled from her back and now rested easily in the hands of the owner, prepared to be used, "it is our turn. As long as he stands, your beloved forums are in danger. We must defeat him now.”

The blade of the goddess reared back as her free hand shot into the air. The all to familiar dragon spirit from before swirled around her arm and dove into her body. Her eyes erupted in a crimson flame that fromed as much as a beacon to all within miles. Her other hand then brought back down to the handle and with a tightening of grip a green flame of rot and ethereal energy erupted onto her blade.

The sword turned over her head as she took her stance, readying to attack and defend against the cannon weilding demon.

[Raiden]

High above the battle beneath the named 'Mount Raiden', the golden fortress glistened in any light that struck it. Standing in the entrance, looking down into the fight, was the Thunder God himself.

His long white hair was straggled about his body, his eyes giving off MUCH less energy then they used to. Where his eyes used to give off streams of electric power, they were now down to a mere trickle. He was breathing heavily, and sweat dotted his brow. He leaned against the side of the entrance, trying to regain his breath. His hand was up by his chest, grasping at his heart.

Inside the temple, the masked figure was playing with the Kurosen and the Mashirosen, trying to discover the secret to it. Each time the figure disturbed the lock, Raiden got a searing pain deep within himself.

Even in the pain he was in, he stared down at his friends fighting. He remembered a time when he would have been down there with them.

He remembered...a lot of things now......

[mauve]

"We'll be in range of Mount Raiden shortly, so I wanted everyone to be well armed for the encounter. Don't you agree?"

"I do, oddly enough," Mauve said, somewhat surprised. Apparently her class-change had given her a newfound interest in weaponry over spelllcasting. By the time Phoenix had opened the Mech Lab and started looking for a weapon, however, Mauve had already "found" several that seemed to suit her liking. A small blaster pistol had somehow "dissappeared" off a bench and magically reappered in her pocket.

She was stronger now, she noted as she hefted a nifty-looking gigantic gun. While normally she would have reminded herself that a properly-placed fireball can make up for a lack of muscle strength, she now found she no longer cared. She also found that the energy crystals in some of the broken weapons laying in a corner of the room could be easily removed and would probably fetch a nice price on Ebay.

"So what kind of weaponry would you suggest for this little outing?" Mauve asked Phoenix, who was obviously the greatest weapon specialist of the three of them. Mauve, despite the class change, was still new to firearms. The last time she had fired a weapon was at Christmas, when she 'appropriated' a handgun off Krylo's dying body. The recoil had taken her completely by surprise. "I'm not exactly familiar with this kinda combat."