NPF Avatars 5 - Part Vampire, Part Warrior, Carnivore and Voyeur

[Raiden]

Raiden's long white hair was slowly starting to frazzle from the static electricity going through his body. His eyes scanned the oncoming blades, the corners of his lips going up in a smile.

"That's it, dear Sister? You come at me with blades?"

He hefted the altered Ethereal Blade in his hand, its newfound massive weight and sheer sharpness seeming to almost slice the very air around him as he cleaved. Electricity filled the room, fizzling and crackling along the walls and ceiling of the workshop as the aura filled every nook and cranny.

"We are GODS, Sister. Let us battle like such."

His right arm seemed to almost spazm as he shocked it to full life with a blast of electricity to the muscles and tendons. In a flash his arm and the sword was gone, its actions far to quick for the mortal eye to catch. The air fell to the ground in pieces, the sword slicing through it quickly enough to cut it like wood.

When he was finished, the oncoming blades had been severed, dissipating with the electric aura that feasted upon them.

[Arhra]

OOC: Before you ask: Yes, this is actually happening. It was passed by both GM's.

"You're a wily one, Nein." Phoenixbot had said coldly, "If only there were an abominable sin agaisnt god here to put you in your place." The Sundered Heart of Chaos had begun pulsating with questionable energies. Pyros had been unimpressed, turned into a bunny and then rushing at Phoenix.

Uncertainities on whether the artefact Phoenix had been assigned would actually do anything then disappeared. There came a great thud, like the heartbeat of a mountain.

In another place and, arguably, another time, it was heard. On that sound echoing through the golden halls of Poseidon's palace, Arhiyara vanished with a clap of inrushing air, a few dancing motes of the energy that crackled off her body the only sign she'd ever been there. A breath later and the reverberation came again. In a similar thunderclap, the gigantic dragoness reappeared looking both puzzled and angry.

With the pulse of the Sundered Heart of Chaos, something simultaneously happened where Phoenix and Pyros battled. Pyros was charging down the path in the middle of the lardfruit plantation, the way open to his foe when, quite suddenly, it wasn't.

The space between the two instead was occupied by a whole lot of dragon, forcing Pyros to skid to a halt. Arhiyara's body and tail went on through the neat rows of the plantation to either side of the path, crushing and flinging aside trees, the harvester trolls running around panicked. A breath later, the second thud of the Heart came and Arhiyara steadfastly didn't vanish back into thin air. She looked both puzzled and angry.

It was probably a good thing that Hawk wasn't around to see this casual violation of causality. It wouldn't be good for his health. The Sundered Heart of Chaos had just done strange and terrible things to the fabric of space and time. Pyros found the mystical eye he'd been keeping on Arhiyara to suddenly be suffering from double vision.

Arhiyara also seemed to have just realised Pyros had been doing that. "Rarr! You little spy!" both heads roared at him, "We're going to put you in your place!" Two giant maws gaped open and lunged at Bunny-Pyros. Odds were that place was her stomach.

Unknown to any of them, Arhiyara had been suffused with love on her weird journey here. However, the news that she was now an incarnation of love was taking a while to sink into the confused and angry mess of her double brains. For now, it looked like love hurt.

[The Kneumatic Pnight]

Renée sensed more than saw the incoming volley of paintballs, massive though they were. She spun around to face them, skidding backwards across the floor, as her mind quickly formulated a plan.

It was a complex and intensive plan—as intricate and precise as a well played game of chess...

She was going to shoot them.

Pointing the autocannon upward, she pressed a button and fired. The weapon spat a wave of white-shelled grenades.

They collided with the prismatic array of giant paintballs There was something fitting about it, all wavelengths considered.

Then, an explosion—more like the sound of a heavy object falling than a legitimate explosion. It persisted like applause, and in the concussion waves, paint flew everywhere.

The prismatic fountain spread every way, and Arhiyara vanished and reappeared. Renée stared, vaguely confused at the space where Arhiyara had once been, and where she, then, was, once more.

And then, the other shoe dropped.

Except, instead of a shoe, it was a veritable wave of paint. It washed over Renée, and she let out a yelp as it knocked her across the floor. When it hit the ground, it exploded outward, covering the whole area with streaks of every color: sanguine red, shining gold, deep bronze, leaf green, and muddled streaks of brown. And some new colors: colors unimaginable and so beautiful one might fall to their knees and cry in joy.

But there were more important things at hand. A paint-covered Renée clawed her way to her feet and stood uneasily on the slick floor.

“I can’t walk on this,” Renée said in realization, and KP let out a laugh over the earbud. In a flash of white, bracelets appeared around Renée’s wrists, floating as if in zero gravity. This gravity-free appearance seemed to spread over Renée like a wave, and soon she too was floating above the ground.

“Well, that works.”

Now then...

As long as this was going to be a war of irritating, than irritating Renée would be!

She fired another stream of white grenades, this time at Arhiyara’s face... one of ‘em, anyway.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Arhiyara was confused at the rape of space-time continuum. Confused and angry.

She had no idea what was going on, but there was definitely people that needed to pay for it.

Then the paint wave hit her, coursing past her bulky build and causing her to balk at the minor chromatic waves lapping at her feet. A puff of chaotic smoke left her twin nostrils as she fixed her confused and angry glare on Renee.

The cluster of concussion grenades hit the right head like fireworks. The left head jerked back, stars and planets orbitting where the RFS was supposed to be. A silly, dreamy grin came back as the head hung limply, obviously concussed and stunned.

The right head didn't budge, even from the force of explosions dealt by the grenades. Instead, it opened up wide and swallowed the rest of the grenades aimed at it. There was a series of small, muffled explosions down the inside of her neck, but otherwise nothing seemed to happen.

Except for the fact that Arhiyara increased ever-so-slightly in size.

Arhiyara, half-dazed, half angry, literally half-concussed, roared in anger and pain and lunged forward towards the puny human holding the oversized gun, right head's maw gaping wide.

And slipped.

Paint could be a very tricky thing to maneuver on when it's still wet, and Arhiyara received first-hand experience on this. Her forepaw found no purchase on the slick floor and briefly, there was a look of astonishment mixed with anger on the twin dragon faces, before the dragon went down.

Covered in a myriad of colours, talon-deep in chromatic and metallic paint, Arhiyara flailed madly as she tried to recover before she hit the ground hard enough to create a tiny tidal wave that just barely missed lapping at Renee's feet. Both heads struck the ground hard, the loud crack of chaos diamond skull impacting the hard shell of Nessie reverberating across the magical giant bubble domed throne room.

Stars revolved around both heads now, briefly gaining faces and leering at Renee before twin heads rose and shook them free. Tiny voices could be heard as the stars shot outwards.
"Wheeeeeeee!"

Growling, Arhiyara tried to get up from her embarrassing, collosal slip-up, but her claws refused to gain purchase on the slippery ground. Lying there frustrated, Arhiyara finally put her two heads together. The dragon spread her wings. With a great sweep that further splattered and mixed paint everywhere, Arhiyara went from lying prone to airborne, likewise following Renee's idea of getting the hell away from the damned floor. But she couldn't remain airborne for long. There was not enough maneuverability in Poseidon's domain, and even as the dragon rose her wings came dangerously close to scraping the ceiling protective bubble.

With a roar that sounded very much like a maniacal cackle mixed with anger, Arhiyara lunged towards Renee, aiming to slam her into the ground and possibly eat her in the process.

[PhoenixFlame]

Much to Phoenixbot's suprise, the Arhiyara she had summoned had been composed of a most curious substance, something that chaos had a habit of doing when used in odd and interesting manners. Particularly, her Arhiyara was composed of pure, elemental love. As love was not part of the periodic table of elements however, this complicated things.

Rather than the sterotypical projection of love, this Arhiyara was quite violent, particularly toward Pyrosnine (Of whom one might come to the conclusion of being a sort of anti-love, given the caliber of the violent reaction.). Of course, it could be theorized that since "Happiness is a warm gun", in Phoenixflame's opinion, that the Sundered Heart of Chaos had given her an Arhiyara composed of pure love as she saw it. Pure love, by the Technomage's estimate, was copious, unyeilding firepower of the most hideously massive scale possible.

Arhiyara was about as close as it got. Sure, it wasn't a planet-killer, but we can dream, hm? ((Correction, given Arhra's powers, it isn't a planet-killer... quite yet, anyway.))

Now with the bunny-pyrosnine in a very sticky, and perhaps even downright dangerous situation, Phoenixbot was given several precious seconds to think. Dramatically, now would have been the time to give an evil monologue, but robots were never much of that flair. Flair, and suprisingly, "flare", were both of little use agaisnt Pyrosnine.

Guns, however!

Peeking around Arhiyara, Phoenixbot aimed her Cyroban Fire Extinguisher at the oncoming Pyros!Bunny, spraying him down on approach with very, very cold and anti-firey ice crystals.

[Incendius]

Many thanks. Incendius sent courteously to REI, even as he mentally moved to start his salvaging. From all points of the battlefield, parts disgorged themselves off of the troopers, and hovered over towards Incendius. Meticulously, Incendius examined the parts; all at the same time. The unwanted parts were allowed to rest back down on the floor, and the wanted parts were quickly hurried off and away from the area, to who knew where.

Well we're not going to accomplish much sitting here. Let us advance higher. Incendius broadcasted to all of the NPF members at the Kurosen tower. As Incendius Broadcasted this, his form hovered forward, going neatly over the remains of the battlefield and sliding past REI to advance into the stairway. There was not a single speck of dust on Incendius' robes. It was getting hard to tell whether his vanity was an act or not.

[PyrosNine]

"Oy Vay! I don't even need to know that I said that wrong to know my general level of inconvenience!" Pyros said, facing down a whole lot of love, on a level that threatened to devour him.

Heh, women, am I right?

Pyros tried to react, but at that very moment he found himself sprayed down with a bunch of icy crystals, which made movement rather difficult. His very shivers under the effect of the bunnyhood were fast enough to cause his body to vibrate uncontrollably.

He was cold...he needed to get warm....and he knew exactly where to get this warmth...

When the two heads came near, visibly buzzing Nein leapt up and forward, to the safest possible area on a two headed dragon - in between it's heads.

Brushing dangerously close in between the two heads of crazyness, Pyros got a good glimpse into their eyes, straight into their combined souls of chaos. It was truly a horrid sight.

They too got a glimpse into Pyros's eyes, straight into Pyros's very own soul, and saw Sanjuro Yamada doing the can-can. It was truly a horrid sight.

But what would happen next was truly the mostest horridest sightest ever.

Pyros hugged the back of Arhiyara's necks, in a sickeningly cute chibi version of his previous self.

"Ah! I'm feeling the warmth of love, nyu!"

[POS Industries]

"Well we're not going to accomplish much sitting here. Let us advance higher."

Rei nodded as she led the way up the stairs, explaining what precisely laid ahead, "Without the elevators, it'll take us a bit longer to move up because each stairwell only moves up one floor for security access reasons. We'll have to cross through the level to the next stairway in order to move up. Each floor has different defensive capabilities, which I'd rather not have to spell out for everyone just in case we don't explicitly have to deal with them. Just to be safe, I'll take point."

The android's usual cutesy demeanor seemed to take a backseat as they moved ahead, a shift which was not entirely unprecedented. Overt friendliness wasn't exactly a necessary usage of energy in this situation, and Rei had become all business as a result.

Arriving on the second floor, the hallway before the NPFers appeared to be quite dark. Rei's ocular sensors could see just fine, but the same couldn't be said for everyone behind her. Crossing the threshold from the stairwell, a squeal of laughter echoed through the hall as a series of monitors along the walls suddenly activated, mildly illuminating the area with the light of Doug Doukhobor's smiling face.

"Welcome, friends," Doug greeted them, "There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. If we wish to make it louder, we will bring up the volume. If we wish to make it softer, we will tune it to a whisper. We can reduce the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen it to crystal clarity. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical..."

Throughout his hackneyed monologue, the transmission changed accordingly, the volume going up and down and the image quality shifting to match his words. Rei readied as much of her energy shield as she could, rolling her eyes at Doukhobor's rambling as she started to slowly move down the hall.

"...We also control the 75mm Gatling railguns with antimatter cartridges," Doug continued, the lights in the hall coming up to reveal the dozens of pods that suddenly sprang open revealing the deadly weaponry, "deployed from wall and ceiling turrets throughout this level. Enjoy!"

The guns began firing at the group of NPFers, for the time being deflected by Rei's ever weakening forcefield bubble, the sound of the seemingly endless gunshots still not quite drowning out the maniacal laughter of Doug Doukhobor.

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Being shoved back down the hallway by IC's thread, the bear had stopped attempting to resist the force and shut its eyes as the pendant around its neck glowed once again. As both thread and bear passed an intersection, a strand of white rope-like substance shot around from behind the thread and stuck to the wall, the bear pulling itself out behind it an instant later to safety and landing, adhered by its paws, on the far wall.

An ill-fitting red and blue spandex outfit did its best to cover the furry bulk of the newly transformed Spider-Bear's body as it listened to the air around it, catching a distant echo of a voice that, for reasons it couldn't understand, sent chills down the bear's spine.

"...lol ur teh suxx0rz nub roflmao!!!1! Bm+Wm 4ev4rz..."

[Incendius]

Sounding almost whimsically amused, Incendius noted to the rest of the NPFers There is a reason many of us don't presume to carry around such complex and intricate equipment on a daily basis. While when crafted correctly, and specified for a single entity, such as Pheonixbot, complex machinery can work remarkably well; the same cannot be said for grand amounts of standard issue machinery that is remotely controlled. This is doubly so for something so volatile as a gun.

As Incendius sent this thought out to the various NPF'ers, he lent his strength to REI's forcefields. Content that for the moment, the fields were strong enough to allow REI at least stability, if not recharging, Incendius sent out again Assuming this works, I will have created a blind spot for antimatter rail guns, as well as eliminating several banks of them. I suggest using that time before any more automated systems come forward to advance.

The moment that the sending was complete, Incendius reached out his senses, even as he strived to draw more and more heat energy out of the air to fuel his abilities. Laying his mind across several groups of the guns, Incendius reached out to the guns closest to the center of the said groups. Envisioning a crushing force, Incendius attempted to crimp the barrels of the main guns, hopefully triggering an explosive reaction that would knock out each targeted bank. In addition, Incendius targeted the other guns in a cutting attempt to jam the delicate parts that allowed the gun to initiate its firing sequence.

Being the Lord of Thought had its benefits, one of them being able to envision so many things at once, and instantaneously.

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose, who had foolishly moved ahead of Rei, found himself receiving a lot of attention. from the bullets. In fact, you could almost say some of them were angling specifically to shoot at him. And hurt him. Badly.

A bloody and screaming Nikose began to run around the room, holes being punched through him as he went, and holes healing at the same time.

It bloody sucked.