NPF Avatars: A God's Madness

[Incendius]

Nuklear Power Forums. An incredible city indeed. The buildings seem to be a mishmash of different cultures and ideas. Bright flashing lights fill many areas, while others are covered in darkness. Vehicles of many shapes and sizes run through the streets. Shops show off different gadgets and food items. Of course, there is destruction in many places, which guarantees the appearance of the Fixers, the robots that can fix nearly any damage within minutes. And powering all this activity is the Kurosen, which resides in the tallest tower at the exact center of the city. Because of its importance, the Kurosen is guarded by all kinds of security. They thought that it was impenetrable. They were wrong. All it needed was the right person to break in.

It was night time, and the three moons had rested themselves in the night sky. The entrance to the tower was modest enough. A small door guarded by two soldiers. When a shadowy form approached the door, they both raised their guns. However, they lowered their weapons once they recognized the figure. After all, it's hard to mistake a man with glowing electric eyes, long white hair, lots of muscles, and seems to NEVER wear a shirt. One of the soldiers waved.

"Sup Raiden."

"Not much, Dave."

Raiden walked up to the door, stared at it, and rubbed a finger along it.

"You know, I've always been curious about this door. What's it made of?"

"10 1-inch layers of tempered titanium alloy."

"Wow. That's quite a lot."

"We know. It'd take a diamond drill to get through th-"

The soldier's words were cut short when Raiden reared his fist back, and shot it forward. His fist connected with the dense metal, and then carried through. The metal crumpled under his attack, and went flying inside, ripped from its hinges and worthless.

"W-what the hell are you DOING!"

Suddenly, both soldiers were gasping for breath as their throats were grasped tightly by the god. They stared directly into the Thunder Deity's glowing eyes. His smile was cruel.

"Come on, guys. I thought you were smarter than this. What other reason would I have to break in here...then to take the Kurosen?"

The soldiers were scratched at his hands to escape his hold. He tossed them to the side, and their heads struck against a wall. They both dropped down unconscious. Raiden turned back to the entrance and entered.

Alarms began to ring loudly, and a red flashing light filled the area. Back up would be here eventually. No matter. Who was going to stop him? He trodded forward, his steel soled boots making a clang with every step. His electric aura was seeping through the building, sensing every bit of movement, whether biological or mechanical. Every time he walked past a camera, electricity sparked from his body and zapped the small device.

After walking through a door, it closed tightly behind him, as well as the door on the other end of the hallway. Red lasers shot out from the walls and began to randomly run up and down the hall. Raiden chuckled.

"Such toys...these mortals make."

He walked forward, completely regardless of the danger of the cutting lasers. Soon, one of the red lasers struck his arm, and sliced completely through, severing his arm from the elbow down. Without even missing a beat, the Thunder God continued walking. Electricity sparked between the severed arm and the stump on his body. Almost through a magnetic pull, the cut arm flew back to Raiden's body, and reattached itself to where it was once before. Electricy coursed over the cut, and it was healed back to his body. This happened again several more times to different body parts, and he simply healed himself again and again.

"Toys made by mortals...and meant to stop mortals."

He continued like this through the entire tower. Any trap he came upon, he walked through. Any security code he needed, his electric cyber abilities hacked the system. Any door, no matter how thick or its material, was flattened by the sheer power of the God. Cameras went to static upon simply staring in his direction. By now, electricity seemed to seep from his body with a mind of his own. And the smile on his face.........something no one had ever seen on his face before. A look of such...power. He was drunk on his own power.

Finally he came upon his destination. In a large room stood a series of tubes and wires. And in the very center of it, glowing in multiple varying colors and hues was the Kurosen. The Kurosen was protected by a special barrier. This was the one security measure that Raiden couldn't zap or power through. That meant little, though.

"Such a pretty little trinket. And to think, a little thing like you manages to power an entire city. Such power..."

Raiden's speech then changed. As the words left his mouth, they became visible and solid. The sigils floated in the air and followed him as he made his way toward the barrier.

"Such a nice toy. This...is a toy for immortals."

He placed his hand upon the barrier. It did not hurt him. Then again, hurting wasn't its purpose. It was made of a strange energy that was truly unbreakable. However, Raiden had no intention of breaking it. The sigils in the air around him floated down to his hand and wrapped around it. His hand glowed for a bit, and then became transparent. His hand seeped through the barrier, and grasped tightly onto the Kurosen.

Suddenly, a new alarm blared out. Holes opened up in the walls, and hundreds of large defense robots rushed from them. They surrounded Raiden and aimed an uncountable number of weapons at him. He looked at them, and laughed. He laughed a horrid...and cruel...laugh.

"You NPFers. You try so hard to defend this. So hard. I should compliment you on the effort. However..."

Raiden's free hand was held up into the air. A large ball of electricity formed, and then shrunk. It got bigger again, then got smaller. While some may have thought that the ball was simply fluctuating in size, those that knew Raiden's abilities would understand that he was simply condensing an ever growing amount of electricity. After a few moments, a tiny ball of electricity laid in the Thunder God's hands.

"Effort isn't everything."

He let the tiny ball drop.

Those outside the tower had claimed that it was the strangest sight they had ever seen. The top of the grand tower seemed to first implode, like it was falling in on itself. Then, it exploded in a giant show of electricity and fire. An emp shockwave blasted through the city, frying nearly all kinds of electrical devices. A strange radiation surrounded the tower, and those near it got sick. Also, they remembered seeing a glowing figure flying at high speeds to some distant area, holding a multi-colored object in his arms.


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Amongst the raging firestorm a figure robed in black silk and masked in white ivory stood untouched and unscathed. The figure turned what was percieved to be its head around surveying the ruin of the tower from inside the destruction. The figure glided forward, its black robe hovering an inch over the ground not touching the debris or gathering dust. The figure seemed almost sadenned in the way that its covered body was hunched slightly. Though it was not the destruction that was what effected this being, it was the sight of the spot where it was headed. That is, the exact center of the base of the tower, directly where the Kurosen had once been held.

The figure arriving upon the scene floated in stoic silence for momence as it stared at the broken wards and containers that had held the item which powered the city. The mask and subsequently the head shook slightly side to side as if a silent sigh of regret. Looking up from its ruminations the figure enacted its power, or so one would assume, for the burning ruins of the tower were no longer burning, and there were numerous paths through the debris where none had been located before. The most notable change visible was that the immediate vicinity around the broken container of the Kurosen was cleared and paved with white marble, whilst the broken container was reconstructed, minus the wards at the moment.

This must not be. a voice resounded in the minds of many of the NPF'rs moments after the devastation had occured. Come now, or forfeit the right and and status to save our grand city. With that a mental image of the site of the destruction came into the minds of those that recieved the message.