NPF Avatars: The Journey of a lifetime

[PyrosNine]

Pyros merely gave the bullets a red-eyed stare, and they were promptly deflected. Any time Pyros's eyes glowed bright red, it was a bad thing. "Very well then, but don't expect much aid from my hand for yourself." Pyros gently placed his foot down.

"Raiden may have no strong loyalty those close to him with his latest treacherous deed, but those who I like have a strong bind of loyalty indeed from me." Pyros walked away, and rested his blade upon the earth. He was a bit steemed, but wished not to take it out too far on someone.

Current events did of course, state that after this was over he'd have to make a trip to Hoboken.

[mauve]

Mauve grasped Krylo's hand and let him pull her to her feet. She was still feeling weak from magic loss, but on the plus side, she was still conscious.

Shakily she shoved a hand into her pocket. She had to replenish her energy before she ended up like Twiddy. Then the wizard would have one more thing to lord over her. Her hand emerged, her fingers wrapped around the neck of a small bottle. An ether potion. Normally Mauve hated the things; they were overpriced and they tasted horrible. But they worked faster than her usual method of eating candy. Beginning to feel lightheaded again, she pulled off the cap and downed the entire bottle. Moments later, the familiar warmth of magic energy began to flow through her. It would take a while before she was at full capacity again-- she had, after all, used everything she had on that bracelet-- but at least she would't pass out.

"Thanks guys," she said to Krylo and Ecurt. She stopped to pull a piece of skin off her sleeve.

"You can have this back," she said dryly, flicking the bloody thing at Krylo. "And this still doesn't change what I said about the drycleaning bill."

[Truce]

Ecurt nodded, and brought Mauve's plushie back over to her, with his own plushie carrying Twiddy in tow. Since he doubted she needed his help getting onto it now that she had some of her energy back, he would simply wait until she was on before leading both plushies towards the tower. Until then, he turned to POS, having thought over what he had suggested. "I'm not so sure we can use this particular mod bracelet...but I'm sure we can copy its technology. With both of us working together, I'm sure we could get it to work!"

Smiling, he then stretched his arms. "Of course, we'll have to make it a little less tacky. Maybe at something that sparkles. Or, we can fashion it similar to what Asheth wears. It'll be good to make its function less obvious, since we wouldn't want it targeted. Plus, we don't want it to clash with the cosplay.

"Though, I've been meaning to ask. What are these 'enhancements' you're planning to add?"

[POS Industries]

Pedro watched a random tumbleweed blow past him.

The portals were closed, the noobs and lurkers soundly torn from this reality, and technically one ally with them. He had fought side-by-side with McSpiff only minutes ago, but POS wasn't terribly phased by it. It served its purpose, he thought to himself, and it makes my next idea a lot easier to sort out. Still, he did volunteer to do the heavy lifting...

Originally Posted by Incendius

Good, you have all passed the first test, now come to the Mashirosen, the path shall be relatively clear

"Well, good to know there's a grading curve," he said to the others, as well as to the voice in his head if it happened to be listening, "So, I'm assuming the coast is relatively clear at the moment? If so, I have some quick business to attend to."

Pedro hitched the duffel bag over his shoulder and pointed to Ecurt. "I've got some other tricks, but I need some time to think in order to flesh out the details. Also, I need to do some.... shopping," he addressed the group, "I'll meet you all at the Mashirosen. Don't worry, I know the way."

And with that, he walked off into the city, humming as he went.

[Fenris]

(OOC: Holy shit, I'm gone for a day and all this shit happens?)

"Holy, I really need to get stronger..." Fenris muttered, having watching mass obliteration mere moments before. "There is no way I'll be able to hold my own in this group..."

[mauve]

Ecurt had kindly brought her plushie close enough for her to walk over and climb onto the saddle without straining herself. She was starting to feel better, but she didn't want to push her luck. The way things usually happened around here, there'd probably be some huge monster lurking right around the corner. The last thing she'd need was to pass out during a fight.

Speaking of passing out... She looked over at Ecurt's plushie, where Twiddy's unconscious body was slumped over in the saddle. Eh, she should probably help him. She had enought MP to cast one small healing spell without completely draining herself. She should use it on Twiddy. Maybe. She stared at the ground. Maybe. She looked up at the sky. Maybe in a minute.

[Mesden]

She looked at Pyros with a "Why" look on her face.

"Oh come on. He hit fellow team members just because they like something he doesn't. He somehow has an immunity to, you know, being affected by something he doesn't like and in general, the boomstick thing was getting annoying. Especially the fact he never reloads a weapon with 2 shots. He is overreactive to everything. You know what? I say we forget it."

She looked back over at Twiddy and walked to him. Her hand pierced through his body like it didn't exist and within seconds Twiddy's eyes had bursted open with a loud gasp for life. Her eyes peered deep into his again and the metaphysical realm had returned.

"Why Dark Twiddy, did you insinuate that Raiden called me a wuss? I know for a fact he never would as he holds respect for his fellow gods."

"HA! It doesn't matter if I did or didn't! Doesn't make it any less true!"

"It is time I informed you Dark Twiddy. Your mentor and overall badass god in the NPF has nothing on me. I guarantee you that I can and I will beat Raiden. His only advantage is that silly Rune and once we get close enough to were he can no longer hide his link, that won't matter."

Dark Twiddy seemed a little stunned at that remark. She just outright said she was stronger than Raiden. Very few would do that. Pyros was one, but he was insane and who the hell EVER listens to him? Her voice was very sincere and showed no form of a lie. Before he could speak Twiddy had reopened his eyes to see the "normal" world in front of him.

[Arhra]

Arhra had been feeling slightly traumatised by having two plushies drag her away, tear off most of her clothes and force her into into the 'armour' Ecurt had created. She would have resisted harder if she wasn't so tired. Still, it seemed she was stuck with the sailor fuku and catgirl accessories for now and so there was only one thing she could do. Find out if it looked any good.

Given how seemingly everyone not directly involved in Krylo's mass-bannination plan had reacted, presumably it did look good. Possibly great, in fact. Truely, it was amazing the reaction those Japanese school uniforms and their eerily attractive pleated skirts drew. She was a bit less certain about the cat ears and tail though. They felt weird.

Then it happened. She twitched her tail. She then scratched at an ear, face carefully blank. It seemed Ecurt had truely outdone himself. While worn, the accessories seemed to actually become a part of the wearer. Still, it shouldn't create any problems. She hoped.

The annoying voice appeared once more, inasmuch as a voice can appear telling them about the Mashirosen again. Arhra supposed she should do something suitably dramatic and so she struck a pose and said, "To the Mashirosen then!" Hopefully she'd be feeling a bit more recovered by the time they got there.

[PyrosNine]

The trip to the Mashirosen proved quite boring, with only a few ne'er do wells running about. They were the usual fare that usually hid out on the board. The noobs and lurkers from before had been merely a flood of people who just popped into the forum, whereas the true noobs and lurkers remained by knowing to stay hidden.

But when the chaos had ended, some had seen it as a good idea to attack certain defenceless spots, such as the the banks, shops, and post comments on Shiney's gender and sexual orientation. The group noticed a few along the way, and dealt with them accordingly. Pyros was in a bad mood, and also acted accordingly.

Pyros proceeded to use a lesser forumite (always referred to them as rats) as a battering ram to beat upon a pair that had been reading other people's PM's and using them for dastardly deeds. It was a bit messy, but the lesser forumite proved quite resilient, and didn't fall to pieces under the strain. After the pair got a one way ticket to see John Lennon, he placed the bruised forumite down.

"It...it was an honor...sir!" He then hit the ground and Pyros kept walking.

Pyros thought about things. He thought of Raiden's past bouts of evilness, including the Mongol massacre, and the creation of currency. He thought of his relationship with his "brother", despite their being apart for many years. The Pyros that had been created by the creator was different from the Pyros that was now. He didn't know the specifics, or what exactly he was now, truly.

Pyros's creator called him "an accursed meddler, and creator of triggers." and sealed him away. And when a sultry young lass pressed the Creator for child for a "Roll in the hay", he threw the young god out like trash, a lesser trade for something greater. He didn't get what he wanted though, as she was quite literal about simply rolling in the hay.

He then informed her that he had tricked her as well, (though he hadn't) and told her that the babe she desired without the pain of childbirth was in fact the god of fiery destruction, Pyros. She pooh-poohed that and cared for the child as her own. And that was when Pyros became different.

Pyros also thought about something. "Hmm...I wonder. Why weren't there any flamers seen so far?"

[Premmy]

Pyros had apparently tried to set himon Fire, but Premonitionsjust decided that that was'nt going to happen so it did'nt. As they made their way towards the Mashirosen, they encountered a few lingering enemies, nothing to write home about. He yawned an ambled back and forth among the group, trying to see if he could drum up some mischief, the quiet was starting to get to him. After an extended period of silence, he began pulling lit sticks of dynamite out and throwing them in random directions.When the other forumites gave him that "What in the name of all that is partially evil are you doing?" look, he shrugged and said "Ohh, like you did'nt want to"