NPF Avatars: The Journey of a lifetime

[Darth SS]

Darth was literally skipping beside them, humming Yellow Brick Road from Wizard of Oz. As usual, if you listened to him, you would hear his whimsical background music. Currently, it was "Wizards in Winter" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

Also, possibly more disconcertingly, he was waving his XM8 around with every gleeful step. Sure, it was safed, but it was still a gun-muzzle being waved around.

Soon, they passed a very large building. It was ominous, and stank of evil.

"Hey, that's where I see my therapist. Hey, Pyros, did I tell you what happened in Poseidon's realm right before I went unconscious?"

[PyrosNine]

Originally Posted by Darth SS

"Hey, that's where I see my therapist. Hey, Pyros, did I tell you what happened in Poseidon's realm right before I went unconscious?"

"No, no you didn't, you Wiz of Oz humming, gun waving, skipping fool. TELL ME NOW, for I DESIRE TO KNOW!" Pyros shouted with the usual enthusiasm. A floating carpet made out of fire was formed and Pyros sat upon it with a cup of earl grey, hot. The carpet continued to move with the band of forumers, propelled by unknown means.

"OOh! Do tell, guy who most likely goes to a quack or ne'er do well psychologist!" Pyros asked impatiently.

[Darth SS]

Darth kept on skipping.

"Well, one of Silly Willy's minions went inside of my head, and found my 'essence' so to speak. Then, she placed me inside my own mind, and brought back my mind from when I was SuperSaiyan. Thus, I fought my past self, and I stabbed my past in the neck. In my mind. It was so freaking sweet."

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Rhiya woke from a post-lurker-consuming nap and looked up.

"Huzzavah?! Where did they all go?!" Rhiya shivered a bit, making shockwaves in the ground, then shrank rapidly, changing as she did so.

The chaotic glow that was harbored deep within the chaos diamond dragon faded and softened. Those hard, diamond edges and horns melted away into firm, supple flesh. Twin pinpoints of chaos eyes melted into warm brown-gold, claws became hands and feet, and webbed wings sprouted feathers in spectacular formation.

Pity nobody was left to admire her artistic morphing.
And it was lucky that she had ordered Morphable Clothing as well, or else she'd be stark naked.

She took to the air, oriented on herself, found the others in short time, and landed on Pyrosnine's shoulders.

With uncharacteristic randomness, she grabbed Pyros' head in both hands and firmly smacked him on the forehead with her lips.
Then, as with due insanity, she fluttered off again, cackling madly.

Almost as abruptly as the insanity emerged, it submerged and Rhiya blinked.
"Err... what's been happening?"

[PyrosNine]

"Are you sure your shrink wasn't only in your mind as we-OMGchickonmaback!" Pyros went as Rhiya landed upon him, and delivered the smack.

Pyros found himself frozen in that position as it dawned on him what had happened, and when it fully entered the brain, and was given Sub-Pyros's stamp of approval, Pyros fluttered off, cackling madly.

Upon hearing Rhiya's question, Pyros raised his fist. "I don't know either, but if you repeat what you just did, I'll finally conquer Finnland and rename it Rhiyaland. With a themepark and everything!"

[POS Industries]

"Yes... I see, I see.... Excellent strokes, beautiful choice of color, the sense of passion and emotion almost leaps off the canvas, but really, what does it all mean?"

POS stood on the darkened sidewalk of NPF's fashion district, behind a particularly oblivious noob who, armed with a can of bright red spray paint, was busily scrawling "rairai iz teh sexx0rz!!1" upon the window of one of the more upscale shops.

The noob, now alarted to Pedro's presense, turned to his critic and stared blankly, furrowing his brow. A lit cigarette hung from his bottom lip, finally dropping to the ground moments later after the little wretch finally opened his mouth in response.

"STFU LOLOL!!!!1"

POS sighed and pointed his ring at the creature, saying the magic word: "Heart!"

The noob stood there, completely dumbfounded. This was a different stupor than what it was used to, of course. His very soul had been radically changed. No longer did the carnal urges of flaming and spamming "a/s/l" concern this person. He was suddenly full of goodness and purity and an overwhelming desire to make the world better for every one of its beautful lives.

Seeing that the effect was successful, POS addressed the boy. "Listen to me," he stated emphatically, "Listen very carefully. You are a drain on society. It is your fault that there is war, hatred, sickness, pain, and death. Because of you, the world is a terrible place and all existance is meaningless, and there is only one way to fix it..."

Pedro looked the noob squarely in the eyes.

"...You have to kill yourself."

A tear rolled down the noob's left cheek and he nodded, comprehension overtaking him for what was probably the first time in his entire life. Seeing that he had made his point clear, POS stepped away from the noob and attended to his own belongings, setting the duffel bag on the ground and opening it up as the noob reached into his pocket and pulled out a bic lighter.

"kthx bai krul w0rld!!1!"

Flicking the lighter into ignition, he held it in front of his face with his left hand and took the can of spraypaint in his right, aiming the nozzle toward him. A split second later, the noob's head and upper body were completely engulfed in flames.

Apparently oblivious to the creature's tortured screams, POS removed the metal briefcase containing his manifested millions of dollars and walked past the immolated noob as he collapsed to the ground, the screams beginning to die down to a pathetic whimper. Hefting the case in his left hand, Pedro reared back and smashed through the spray-painted window. Looking over his clothes, he noted the tears and stained blood that covered his outfit.

"No, this simply won't do at all," he said, chuckling as he hopped into the store, "Good thing I've got me a coupon for a five finger discount!"

On the sidewalk outside, the noob had stopped moving, not making any sounds except the crackling flames and searing flesh. Smoke billowed down the street, carried by a passing breeze.

It kinda smelled like bacon.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Rhiya's features took on the look of that when Leo (VGcats, impersonating Prince of Persia: Sands of Time) put his sole belief in candy.

"Fo' real?" the mad glint happened again. "With fireworks, my own slaves, and a mansion-on-a-hill-complete-with-already-paid-for-butler-and-maids as well?"

Without waiting for a reply (that is, Pyros went as far as opening his mouth to say something, but didn't get a chance to) Rhiya promptly tackled Pyros to the ground and planted another firm kiss to his forehead.

"YAY! I GETS MESELF A THEMEPARK!" she squealed gleefully in Pyros' ear.

[GARUD]

Garud chuckled slyly, watching his comrades. Rhiya and Pyros were in some sort of cat on chick (or other way around) thing, Darth was talking about his therapist, McSpiffy was banned, Krylo was losing skin, Mauve had decided that she did not want Krylo's skin on her, Ecurt was with his plushies and Mesden was teaching Twiddy a lesson, stating a few things about Raiden. Silly Wizard... he should be praying to the God of Magic. At least he would grant power to his followers, few that they were though.

The demonslayer smoothed his hair back, revealing his scar which was now glowing in response to the Mashiriosen. Taking a few deep breaths, he stated to himself,

"They may be a bunch of morons... but they are MY morons."

The location of the Mashiriosen was within veiw, and the group approached it steadily.

"We are almost there guys."

[mauve]

"They may be a bunch of morons... but they are MY morons."

(OC: XD )

"Darn right!" Mauve said, raising a fist in the air. Then she thought about this for a minute. "Heeeeeyyy... Waaait."

Brushing the comment aside, Mauve turned her attention to the Mashirosen tower that rose in front of them, pointing up towards the heavens. Ecurt was leading the plushies, so Mauve didn't have to pay attention to the road. She instead put her full attention on the great tower of Mashirosennyness. Why were they coming here? Did Random Disembodied Voice suspect this was going to be Raiden's next target? It made sense, she had to admit. Although why he'd want the power of both the Kuro and Mashiro, she had no idea.

"Well, there it is," she said, leaning back in the plushie's saddle. "The Mashirosen. Anybody know what we're supposed to do once we GET there?"

[The Wizard Who Did It]

The Wizard woke up from his all too familiar state of being knocked out. He felt the wind go by him, so he knew that he was moving. He moved his hand over the thing under him. It was plush. Therefore he guessed it was a plushy. He tried to move, but his muscles felt like lead. He opened his eyes, but he felt like he was exhausted. His eyes did not open easily. He then felt a wet sticky thing run across his face. Repeatedly. He tilted his head to look at the shiny cute nose looking back at him. He mumbled out the words, “Hey Charon.”

The dog yipped in joy, waging his tail. He then ran up to Ecurt and started licking his face. The Wizard sighed and looked at the rest of his surroundings. He saw something pink. Well actually, it wasn’t really pink. It was kind of off. Any more description into this and the Wizard would lose what little masculinity he still had. The Wizard spoke to the Pink-Clothed-One in the same dead voice, “Hey, Mauve, a little hand here?”

OOC: I will not change souls for now. Dark Twiddy was preoccupied with his torture and Light Twiddy won’t do such a hostile takeover except when necessary.