NPF Avatars: The Champion of Order

[PyrosNine]

RAIDEN DOES WHAT RAIDEN WILL, AND PUT IT NOT UPON ME TO STOP HIM.

Was the creators reply.

Pyros licked his lollipop while hovering in mid-air, which was a feat in itself because the floor they were on seemed to be floating up to the creator. Not so that the creator could see them better, but so they could see him. And even then they needed to wear special sunglasses Pyros snuck on their eyes.

"Well, that's his word on the thing. I know it's brief, but it really says alot. Especially depending on your level of conciousness and natural language, which would vary how many words he said from 4 kajiliion, to two. I don't have the time to tell you the Kajilion, but I can translate for the two:

STFU, NOOB

I kinda prefer hearing him in that language, just at least for the shits and giggles."

[Darth SS]

Darth was actually standing there eating popcorn. Or, at least he was, until the camera (the thread's perspective) shifted around over to him.

"Er...what? Yah...I'm...I'm totally fighting Raiden. Definitely not eaten. I am. I'm...I'm just charging up. I'm gonna' jump right in right quick here. No I'm not. Just uh...being my usual helpful self. I'm not helpful. D-damn that Raiden. Him and his stupid...face. I, I'm so angry I'm to go make him eat poop. I'm not dumb."

Darth lazilly pulled the P90 and burned the rest of the mag at Raiden. Then he made a little shooing motion to the perspective of the thread and let the camera re-focus on the action.

[GARUD]

Garud concentrated hard. He had to do something. He had been idle for too long. Time to take action.

"Raiden, you scorn us all. I don't care about all of your "order" crap. We're going to stop you and if you don't like it... I have two words for you."

Garud charged his dark energy and fed of the book of darkness, to provide power. Gathering up his will he summoned the Hellgate. The giant object appeared at the back of the wall. It's mouth howled in despair.

"Just two words Raiden, just two words."

Garud raised both arms.

"You can go SUCK IT!"

Both arms came down and made series of X crotch-chops. As he did this, a dark beam headed toward Raiden, produced from the mouth of the structure that had been summoned. The demon slayer was going to add injury to insult.

[PyrosNine]

Out of the magic tying NPFAVA Discussion and NPFAVA RP, Pyros suddenly sent a ball of fire at Garud, along with a rock with the words "Bad insult!" encarved upon it.

The Great Creator looked down at Pyros.

WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO BREAK THE WALLS THAT LINE OUR WORLD? IT WASN'T THAT BAD AN INSULT, TRULY.

"Up yours, old man!"

[Darth SS]

Darth continued to lean against the wall, and provide color commentary.

"Oooh, Garud's getting sassy."

Out of nowhere, he produced a microphone and turned to the thread's camera-like perspective.

"To our viewers just tuning in now: Raiden's still trying to fix reality, Krylo's a rule enforcing bastard and Garud just instructed Raiden that the orderly thing to do would be to suck his penis. Pyros just now threw a rock at Garud, and is now arguing with the creators. More as the situation develops. I'm Darth SS, reporting for NPF News."

[Truce]

Ecurt coughed and adjusted his collar, taking a step to be in the focus of the camera. "While your assistance is not required, it is preferred. You see, I have actually prepared quite a number of plans for situations such as these, and while they are guaranteed to put an end to the problem, the consequences of one such counter measure would be the equivalent of giving Pyros here all of Raiden's current power and throwing him into a room filled with caffeinated ambrosia."

[mauve]

(OOC: Because I spent the past ten weeks messing with tv studio equipment, I now HAVE to do this.)

Mauve sat behind a window that popped into existance behind Darth. She was suddenly wearing a headset and was sitting at a low desk, looking up at the collection of monitors on the wall above her. She touched the microphone on the headpiece. If Darth got to be the reporter, then Mauve wanted to be production director.

"Camera one: Close up on Host." The camera focused on Darth. "Camera Two: Medium shot, host in studio." The second camera pulled back, revealing Darth's upper half and his surroundings.

"Camera one: More head room, please." Darth's head moved slowly downwards. "Thank you, Camera One."

"Roll record VTR, open mic," Mauve said into the microphone. From the invisible Master Control Room, a shadowy figure inserted a tape into a recording device.

"We have speed," a whisper answered Mauve. On one of the screens above her, Darth flicked into view. Mauve nodded.

"Ready CG 1," she said to the ghostly chryon operator seated at the computer beside her.

"To our viewers just tuning in now: Raiden's still trying to fix reality..."

"Take CG 1!" The words, Darth SS, on location appeared at the bottom of the tv screen above them.

Mauve leaned back, watching the preview and program screens. She tapped her chin. She called out directions to the Technical Director and Camera Operators, switching camera angles on the program screen and broadcasting the signal out to the NPFNews Station reciever back on Earth.

"Pyros just now threw a rock at Garud, and is now arguing with the creators." Mauve looked down at the script.

"Ready roll VTR 5, ready close mics, ready fade black." she called to the various operators in the booth. "Floor director: Cue Host to Spot!"

A ghostly figure appeared next to the camera, just in Darth's peripheral vision. It raised it's left index finger and tapped it against the palm of its right hand, signalling Darth that they were about to cut to a commercial.

"More as the situation develops. I'm Darth SS, reporting for NPF News."

"Close mics. Fade black." On the screen, Darth faded away into nothingness. "Roll VTR 5." There was a moment's pause, and then a commercial popped on to the screen.

"Good work, people. Sixty seconds to fade in."

[Bailey]

Seeing that Mesia didn't need his help, Naymedo flitted out into the plane being used by all the others and surveyed his surroundings. He finally settled into Mauve's head and sat beside the hearing centers. "Late breaking news, the wherabouts of Meister have been determined, and it turns out that Raiden kidnapped him. More as the situation develops." He whispered.

[GARUD]

(OOC: Well you guys did something similar)

*Clunk*Thunk*

The rhyming sounds heralded the demon slayer getting hit with a rock that said "bad insult" and a mysterious rabies shot. Picking up the rock and scribbling something on it. He then threw it the way it came.

+++Meanwhile+++

"OLD MAN? YOU AREN'T SO GREAT EITHER. BESIDES, I WANTED A GI-OWW. HEY, WHO THREW THAT?"

The creator picked up the rock and examined it.

"IT'S FOR YOU."

Pyros recieved the stone. The peice of earth read "Got any better material I can use?"

(OOC: Sorry, but just needed the creator for a moment.)

+++Back at the fight.+++

After satisfied throwing the rock, Garud noticed Mauve and Darth fix up the place for a news broadcast.

"Well maybe I should add to the excitement."

Garud harnessed the power of the hellgate, and altered the terrain. All fighters were now standing (if they were standing) on solid brimstone. All of the surroundings, excluding the newsbroadcasting team and the hellgate, but INCLUDING the walls became altered into a large glass dome. Stands appeared, which gave it an arena feel. This feel was enhanced by the spectators that had appeared. 500 000 demons now lined the stands. The only sign they had without swear words was "Go to Hell, Garud."

"Gee, rough crowd."

(OOC, again: Well, now the whole group is part of a sporting event, with live couverage from NPF news. We have spectators, sports stars and commentators. Now all we need are mascots and we are sweet.)

[Fenris]

Fenris had remained oddly quiet during the whole event so far. He was listening, and also clinging to life because he was sure that being in the presence of the Grand High Creator was killing him.

Fenris raised his head, and sighed.

"Now, I might not be too good at the thinkin's, but it seems to me like we came here to talk to the head honcho of the universe, to ask him to give Raiden a swift kick to the head, or at least stop him from rampaging and killing everybody. It seems that he has so delicately declined our request." Fenris paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "So, can we go home now?"