NPF Avatars 5 - Bread and Circuses

[POS Industries]

It's a beautiful sunny spring day in NPF City, and all the populace is abuzz about today's events. Down at the newly-constructed O'Sullivan Tower, the central office of POS Industries Int'l, a large crowd has gathered to watch in spectacle as the NPF's finest duke it out for gold and glory in the second annual NPF Arena Tournament!

As the spectators file to their seats, the tournament competitors make their way to the registration desk, greeted by the cheerful holographic image of POS Industries' spokesdroid, the lovable REI (Relatively Empathic Interface).

"Welcome, one and all," the AI greeted the crowd, "We're so glad you accepted our invitation to compete in this funtastic event! If you'd be so kind as to register here and then follow the lighted walkway to our main dining hall, we can go through the orientation process as well as treat you to a four star buffet courtesy of POS Industries! See you soon!"

The hologram vanished and the contestants continued on their way as the press made their way through the line to get interviews with some of NPF's finest.

[Raiden]

Raiden was currently doing what any Thunder God of his stature would do.

He was over at the buffet.

"Ooooh, they've got those little weenies on a stick. I swear, these things are hard to find at these buffets." He grabbed a handful of the cocktail weenies in his fist, and dumped them on his already overflowing platter. Some splashed into the lake of mustard and mayonnaise, while others landed on the mountain of mashed potatoes and swedish meatballs. As he loaded up his tray with all the finest meats, breads, cheeses, and just plain good foods, he did his best to avoid any questions about possible corruption in the new Celestial Hierarchy or if he thought the Spaghetti and Meatballs he had just scooped onto a plate had an inadequate noodle-to-ball ratio.

[PyrosNine]

A flaming cat fell from the sky and pounced upon Raiden's tray, splattering mashed potatoes and BBQ sauce everywhere.

"Hey! They've got food here, Raiden-kun! And as your beloved, esteemed, respected cat sibling rival, I must ensure that this food upon your plate is suitable for consumption by hungry consumers in consummation. Hey, is that a lil weenie on a stick?"

The cat began to chew it's way across the plate, ignoring the fact the spaghetti had an atrociously inadequate noodle-to-ball ratio in favor of the al dente marinara sauce upon it.

"Say, you think you could get me some italian bread sticks? There's no point in spaghetti unless there's breadsticks. I steal them all the time from the italian oven!"

[PhoenixFlame]

Two fairly identical women strode down lighted walkway towards the courtesy buffet, although only one of them was competing, and she wasn't the one capable of eating food. A predicament, to be sure.

Phoenix was busy waving off a news crew attempting to interview the weapons contractor extraordinare, who busied herself by patting the HL-9 Kayser beam rifle slung over her shoulder. Self defense, of course.

"Sorry, classified level phi, so I can't comment." she demurely smiled at the Fox news crew reporter, who was, unsuprisingly, an antromorphic fox. A minor twitch in the technomage's forehead regarded this as quite odd, but she just smiled and nodded. No use to be racist at a good buffet, eh?

Meanwhile, PX-05 Phoenixbot was less enthusiastic. While she had recieved a remarkably big and kawaii hug from her technological "sister", the android was here for only a single reason.

To destroy things.

Quite honestly, this was the only reason she went most of the places she did. Though she possessed what amounted to, in a manner of speaking, after a fashion, a soul... Phoenixbot never much bothered developing emotions or social interaction quite the way Rei had been programmed to do. While the level of actual HONESTY possessed by Rei in this task was questionable, Phoenixbot's honesty with her task of destroying things was concrete.

And she wasn't interested in the buffet at all.

[Sithdarth]

Raggy stood at the entrance of the buffet room ushering the competitors in and pointing out the various things available for their enjoyment. While dressed in what ostensively was a suit it still managed to be far to revealing to be considered "decent". Of course that was the basic nature of his/her/it's profession.

And so Raggy greeted every one with the same blank stare and overly effusive speech while pointing them at points of interest. Although not everyone seemed to notice anything above about heart level.

[Bailey]

As the cat landed on Raiden's plate, a dark figure waved its companion, a large creature made of stainless steel, over towards the disturbance. "Deal with it, if you would."

The golem form of the Amalgam strode through the crowd easily and lifted the cat off of the plate. "Please, Gentlebeings. Save Your Fight And Fire For The Festival of Fisticuffs Fast Approaching. There Will Be Sufficient Seconds To Supplement Your Daily Dose Of Destruction Shortly. For Now, The Individual I Have Been Charged To Aid Requires An Environment Conducive to Calm."

[PyrosNine]

"What talk you, strange yelling thing?" Pyros mewed, still holding onto a buffalo wing in his forepaws. "I am only performing a legitimate labor of love! And I Love food! SPORKS!"

Pyros pulled out his kitty claws and started scratching at the nonsense speaking giant. "Lemme go! There's not anything in this world that can hold me, especially if I mew really pitifully at present!"

[Sithdarth]

Seeing the disturbance Raggy uh "bounced" across the room to attempt to diffuse the situation. Halfway there the thought completely fled and he/she/it had no idea why the heck she had crossed the room. However, upon seeing the cat, which was apparently on fire, she immediately rushed for a fire extinguisher screaming, "OH NO THAT POOR KITTY IS GOING TO DIE!"

[PyrosNine]

"Don't worry lady, Kitty's on fire....BECAUSE I"M ...HOOOOOTTTT! Like Enrico Suave!"

[PhoenixFlame]

"Would you please stop demanding silence in bold, all-capital letters before I abjure your affluent application of alliteration with alarming alacrity?" Phoenix demanded of the newb-golem, flipping the barrel of her HL-9 at the "creature" (if it could be called that), for dramatic effect.

"Seriously. Your speech patterns make a mockery of your request."