NPF Avatars 5 - The Big Come Down

[POS Industries]

Pedro, now more than a bit tipsy, watched the tournament with keen interest. He was pleased that his dervish of death and mayhem was whirling along so nicely. Pressing the intercom button again, he called out over the PA system.

"Say, Krylo.... You've got red on you!"

[Melfice]

Melfice had still been running towards WizardCat when he noticed his opponent had been... well, not there at all, really. Mentally, at least, it seemed. No honour in attacking a foe that does not respond at all.

Interested in the the effects of the ring he was given, Melfice began to look at it intently. He was trying to find a trigger, or something to make it work, but it seemed to not work that way.

"How does this thing work? I know what it does, but..." He thought about it for a while.

Hmm... "ACTIVATE!" Guess not...
"WORK!" Not that either...
"Go, go, go!" Hey, don't look at me like that!
"... nah. Couldn't be THAT lame." He considered it though.
"... heart?" With the gem of the ring aimed at himself, it began to glow brightly.

A moment later, Melfice -wandering around the arena while trying to find the trigger for the ring- found himself severely confused about how he felt, and was stumbling around, trying to gain a hold of his emotions once more.

Sadly, when he DID find his normal ways again, he found himself in the entrance gates to the grand coliseum.

Just mere moments later, he was sitting next to Nikose in the spa, soaking wet, with all his clothes still on him.

[TheBlindMime]

The burst of smoke from high atop the brawling bears back was annoying at the least. It blocked the view of Pheonixbot brutalizing the beleaguered mod from the entire left side of the stadium and while everyone was quite polite, it smelled to high heaven. A distinctive smell like a skunk on a bad day grilling asparagus or a man being lit on fire for the second time today and unfortunately due to the giant dome to protect everyone outside the ring that smell wasn't going anywhere.

As the smoke dispersed however it revealed a man everyone gave up for dead after the last 70 posts, or if you don't want to break the fourth wall... as soon as he stepped into the ring. Mostly cause he had little charisma, this had nothing to do with his lack of sight... or powers. Despite it being the same man however, few fans recognized him. Most turned there attention back to the other sections of the battle then spend the time admiring the stoic figure.

He now wore a blue yukata with spiraling clouds covering it from top to bottom, with a giant white rope tied into a knot on his back. He flexed his toes back and forth for a moment admiring the freedom his new geta allowed him and then realized the smell that was far too pungent to be ignored for more then a moment. He clasped his hand over his nose, just beneath the headband that covered his eyes, "Ugh," He spoke, quite uncharacteristicly of a mime.

Realizing the taboo he moved his head up and spoke louder, "I swear it was the bear." Yep, he sure was using those new powers efficiently and hoped to the gods(GM) that he wouldn't be made into a ham sandwich for this.

Though there was a good chance he would be.

Ignoring this he leapt away, landing atop one of the many remaining boxes, as his wooden sandals clacked across the box the sound within made him quite curious. He leaned down and tapped the box three times.

Yeah, he'd be damned by the gods(GM) at this rate.

[Red Mage Black]

(I may actually be able to post for this...)

Black scanned the arena after already having downed his first encountered foe. "That was boring and a little too easy." Black jetted a circle around the arena to look for an opponent. He couldn't decide who he wanted to attack first, each was in their own battle. "C'mon you guys, give me something better to do."

Black kept an eye on Rhiya and TBM who either just finished someone off or was almost oblivious as to what was going on. He kept Latis in hand, this time transforming her into a shield in case they noticed he was there.

[Incendius]

((Damm you for not using Incendius and making my search for things involving me easy! Bah, now I need to put 'Cendy' into my search!))

Out of the eighteen threads still connected to his mind, Incendius found one still focused on him, if in a somewhat round about way. I think its time I do something more substantial here. Even as Incendius twanged the mind thread, which would hopefully pull Pyros' attention over to himself, he used his mental powers to clean off his robes from the soot and scratches that Pyros' prior attacks had caused. Better to cement his image as vain for any who were watching.

You're a strange one you know that Pyros? God's usually have convoluted thought patterns, but I've not yet felt a god have their mind split unwillingly, and then having the two minds battle each other instead of attempting reconciliation. Incendius sent a thought transmigration over to Pyros that managed to sound withdrawn; Incendius always said something along these lines when they went to family reunions, and Pyros never listened.

Normally, I think I would just attempt to redirect your attention to someone else, but... I do remember how you ruined my Bar Mitsvah (10000 years ago) when I was still bound to my body and emotions. Ynow that was supposed to be a great moment in my life, and you ruined it! Of course it lead to me being a near godlike creation here today, but some things are unforgivable. The spectre of my former emotions is telling my to attack you, and I think I'm going to give in! Incendius sent, though the message lost a lot of its force as it was toneless and and calm.

The good thing about your thoughts is that they are so incredibly unique, it makes it supremely easy to focus in on you. Oh, and, I have a present for you, courtesy to Rhiya for allowing it to happen. You can thank me and/or her later. Incendius sent, concluding some part of the standard pre battle dialogs and set ups. What exactly Incendius meant, was about to become abundantly clear. Split off from the merry chase of Fenris, Rhiya's two claw weapons came racing at Pyros' back. One blade of Chaos, one blade of not Chaos. Incendius wondered what injecting Pyros with not chaos would do, but it probably wouldn't be pretty; secretly he also doubted that the chaos claw would do any more then tickle Pyros. Chaos did seem to be his native element.

[Bailey]

Red and Blue, intent on attacking Arhra, didn't notice Mesden until she had already flung a large number of pebbles at them at high speeds.

Being pelted like that, they of course immediately bruised up quite a bit.

Blue, thinking a bit more clearly than Red, used this damage to activate Overdrive, and dove under a box at high speeds, much as Green had.

Red, however, was under the sad impression that this situation could be gotten out of with a simple casting of Penultima.

As the necessary energies gathered, Mesden was already clutching Red's neck, and then Red lost focus and cast the spell... with himself as the focal point, Mesden holding onto him, and Arhra a short distance away.


The results were quick but messy, and by the time it was over Red had died.


Fortunately for him, Keyman was packing a relife gem, which meant that rather than being a splattered mess, he could now bow deeply to Arhra and Mesden and walk calmly out of the ring and wait for Blue and Green to finish up.

[Mesden]

"Blasted hiding little..." and several curses followed in her annoyance of the retreating Newbs, but she loathed spending so much time on just one target. Her body and the dragon spirit separated, no longer needing the enhanced speed and strain that came with it.

Her eerie vision scanned over the arena once more...to find a completely idle wizard with a gun a bit too large for his own good. Sensing the opportunity to take her hand in overly volatile weaponry, Mesden brought herself over to the seemingly stunned into a coma wizard and relieved him of the gun he was most likely unable to wield.

She quickly hoisted the excessively large gun on her her shoulder and took sight on the several targets in the ring that were generally oblivious to her actions thus far. "Ahhh, robot..." she mused, watching as the P-Bot made rather long work of the overly endurable immortal and taking her time aiming before firing BANG. 1 shot. BANG. 2 shots towards the odd vessel. She wasn't done yet as she fired another 2 rounds towards...Raiden of course! Stupid Raiden.

For her unknown final 2 shots, she took notice of the floating black manteau and shrugged before firing at him as well. As she turned to aim towards Rhiya and fire, the empty firing mechanism sounds of a finished starship cannon ended her long range fun, and with a shrug, she said, "You can have it back." before throwing the hefty cannon towards the star struck wizard...her strength and the weight of the gun slipping her mind as the weapon struck the poor caster's body with a nasty cracking noise.

"Oops...Oh well."

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Strangely enough, Wrath's rage faded, and she once again regained the form of a large, angry dragon.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't TOO much of an improvement from the previous form, but now Rhiya's taken it upon herself to stick the skull onto one of the many horns on her head as some sort of gruesome trophy. It was slick with blood, which ran down her snout and dripped down onto the ground, making her terrifying visage even more frightening.

(RFS - 53, dropping)
Rhiya's fury was lowering, but now, she thought the fighting was getting more interesting. So angry or not, the gigantic chaos-diamond dragon started rampaging anew with heightened enthusiasm.

[Arhra]

Newb, getting jumped by Mesden, immediately took evasive maneuveurs, pulling out an escape rope. Arhra wasn't sure how that worked, seeing that they were neither in a cave or a building, but whatever.

"Oh, silly Newb," Arhra said softly, sweeping her weapon in the direction the red arrow at the side of the screen indicated. "You can not hide from me." It disappeared when she turned far enough to bring him back on screen, red weapon lock still bracketing him and green lock closing in again. The blue Newb she was targetting and the red Newb were charging straight at her, from across the arena.

"What, somehow knowing I'm aiming at him? Why that's a little unfair, isn't it?" Arhra said to herself. It wasn't hard to lock on - he was headed right for her. The two green cross-hairs finally lined up, linking together and flashing.

Secondary Lock Accquired

A trio of blue wedges appeared, the status screen indicating this final target lock would make it virtually impossible to miss. Arhra got to centering their inwardly spiralling path on the blue Keyman with gusto.

Mesden leapt into the frame, bombarding the pair with pebbles. Arhra cursed as she had to jerk her weapon to follow the blue Newb, who was taking evasive action from the goddess, leaping under a nearby box. Arhra tracked her target, centering on the box. Her auspex showed the Newb inside, and the blue target indicators closed. They framed Newb neatly, a spining ring of blue symbols appearing.

Tertiary Lock Accquired

"You're too late." Arhra murmured, with a low chuckle. She squeezed the trigger lovingly.

FOOM!

A spike of ghostly pale blue flame erupted from the end of the KSR 9000, disappearing after a meter or so, Arhra bracing against the recoil. The bullet had already disappeared into whatever weird dimension it travelled through on the way to its target. It would reappear very close to Newb, and even if it somehow missed him in such an enclosed space, its payload would detonate on reaching the target space. While the detonation - a brilliant ball of killiness - would hang around for several seconds, it was only about the size of a tennis ball. That's why it also generated a short ranged gravimetric implosion, to pull any people feeling dodgy in.

Arhra wondered if it was wrong to love an inanimate object.

OOC: If you'd like a break-down, the primary lock only tracks the target and gives a bit of aiming help, the secondary lock is greatly improved autoaim and the tertiary lock is "You're boned." Oh, and since the target lock tracks position, Arhra would know if the Newb had somehow left the box.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

As Raven darted around the closed thread, she noticed something that piqued her interest. It was joy, that which empowered her. And there seemed to be an awful lot of it. She banked in its direction, rolling gratuitously through the air, until she saw her target.

Arhra! Very happy Arhra!

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Arhra!” Life was good. She was flying fast, there was a cute Arhra over there to hug, and there was a rampaging Manifest of Wrath behind her.

...rampaging Manifest of Wrath behind her?

Well, that just couldn’t be good. Raven moved, instead, to get across the arena, away from her terrifying anathema, and that was when she noticed something cuter than Arhra: the Über-Longsnake, looking sad and lonely. Unwanted!

Raven landed and hugged it. “Awwh, who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” she cooed as she petted its metallic body, and emitting a soft blue light of joy and contentment. It let out a hiss, more like a release of steam than a legitimate snake hiss, but it seemed happy enough. It slid around Raven and under her, lifting her up into the air on its cobra-esque hooded head.

“Now, Monty, let’s go hug someone!” Raven yelled happily, and the snake dove forward hitting low to the ground and slithering off, serpentine, under Raven’s manic direction.

(RJS - 39)