NPF Avatars: Sadness and Family Intervention

[Mesden]

Mesden just stood there, staring at her dad. The man that made her. For a few seconds the only thing you could hear were the ramblings of Pyros.

She walked up to her father and wrapped her arms around him.

"It's okay Dad. I'll get Raiden back. The real Raiden. Not the first one, the real one."

She let go of him and took a step back. She placed her and out in the direction of the weakened dragon spirit and it began to glow. Soon the dragon was back to normal and wrapped itself around her.

She turned her stare towards Pyros and stepped towards his body. With a quick shove she forced Sub Pyros into normal Pyros. He regained consciouness and opened his eyes to see his sister standing in front of him.

She extended her hand and pulled the awakened god up to his feet.

"Let's go, bro."

[Truce]

While the others were being saved and beginning to kick ass again, Ecurt was still chained up and not very happy about being left in that condition. Luckily, his friends weren't the only ones ignoring him, the various cannon fodder didn't notice his presence either.

Unfortunately, he knew that sooner or later he would be in trouble. Either the forum trash would kill him, or he would be caught up in the techniques of mass destruction of his friends. With the others as busy as they were though, he only had one person he could call.

"Hey...Pyros? Can you here me? Now would be a good time for you to show up and, I don't know, save your employee."

[POS Industries]

Unbeknownst to our heroes, it should be noted that this very same battle was taking place in another reality, being played out in an overly-complicated japanese cardgame by two eleven-year-olds during recess. As one of the children looked over his cards, he decided on a strategy and announced the beginning of his assault...

"I attack your Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Woman with Hazel-Eyes White Capitalist!"


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Meanwhile, back in our reality, POS did his best to gracefully dodge the smoldering noob and lurker carcasses as a surprisingly re-energized Darth blew past him and prepared an opening for a second assault on the Doom Flower by Phoenix. He took in the current situation, noting one of the hentai women being entranced by Arhra and another launching an attack on DB, who had apparently unleashed his magical bishing powers.

This left one other target: the badly drawn woman that Krylo had shot in the leg. Pedro fired several poorly aimed shots from Phoenix's laser pistol as he moved in on her position, but suddenly found himself under attack by some of the surviving minions. The lightsaber cleanly disposed of the noobs, lurkers, and flamers in his path, but he suddenly found himself clocked hard in the jaw by a surprise attack from one of the trolls. Doing his best to maintain his balance, Pedro ducked under the second swing, holding the lightsaber behind him as he fired the blaster point blank into the troll's jaw. Another flamer tried to attack him from behind, but was dematerialized by a quick blast from the Heart ring.

Shoving the recently deceased troll out of the way, POS turned around just in time to block an attack from the injured anime woman, her wand impacting against the glowing red blade of Darth's lightsaber. Pastel pink magic crackled around the wand, preventing the energy blade from slicing through the faux Sailor's sceptre.

"Do you mind," Pedro growled, "moving that thing a little bit away from my face? I honestly don't know where that's been. Granted, I have a pretty good idea, and that's not helping..."

[PyrosNine]

Pyros erupted into flame at Mesden's sudden shoving of Sub-Pyros. A dark being appeared in the flames, a wrapped in a long tail. Then just as quickly as the flames were made, they were shoved aside by something else. A great pink figured shoved the darker figure away and formed itself.

"AARRRGH! HOW DARE THEY!" Asheth screamed. With one whip of her armcloth she snagged Mesden, with one gesture of her hand she told The Creator "WTF?" over the Raiden jr, and with another gesture, Pyros's wings appeared on her back.

Few knew what Pyros's wings were for, as the creator didn't make them, nor did Pyros suddenly have an idea to have wings. The answer lies in Pyros's title as the Fire Angel. They were a gift from above, so to speak. But what they could do was interesting. Aside from letting Pyros fly, the allowed him travel through many things. Like dimensions...
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Before the Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Women could attack further, a pair of wings appeared in the area. They glowed in every color imaginable, and some few would ever dream of. And then, slowly a figure appeared attached to them, along with another. Then the glow of the wings faded, and dissappeared. One figure was put down by what looked like a tentacle, while the other suddenly leapt atop a podium that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Alright you lame knockoffs! I'm going to show you how it's done, and pay attention close because I'm only going to do it once!" Asheth declared to the offending parties.

A spotlight appeared and shown down upon Asheth, and the world itself became very dark. "PRETY FLAME POWER ACTIVATE!" Suddenly Asheth's body became covered in a bright sparkling light that covered her entire body. It was skintight apparently, because it also made her body parts fairly visible, almost making her appear nude with a sparkly body.

Suddenly, a great red light rose on her body, and a bright red sailor fuku appeared on her body. The light ran down her arms and legs simultaneously, making her arms were covered in white gloves, while her legs were covered in pearly white boots that had pointy heels. Finally, the light went straight to her forehead and parted her wildly flipping reddish brown hair. A Tiara emerged, with a ruby adorning it's center. With the transformation complete, she struck a mighty pose, sending sparks flying into the background and the darkness that filled the area dissapeared.

The spotlight remained, however.

"You are attacking innocent losers who are merely trying to save our beloved land, being unamerican by beating up a capitalist pig, and bound and gagged a worker of mine who (if not bound and gagged) would normally have been forced to either dress up as menchi and played the part of talking animal that gives advice while not actually doing anything useful. And if he'd won enough brownie points in his work at the factory, I'd have let him be Tuxedo mask, but he failed to succeed my suceeded expectations of him succeeding."

Ecurt looked dour. Asheth made several sweeping gestures with the "V" sign, as she continued:

"But last and most importantly of all you have tarnished the name of Mahou Shoujo everywhere! I am the warrior for love, happiness, democracy, shopping, and the overall well being of mankind! In the name of the flame, I will punish you!"

Asheth moved her right arm dramatically and pointed at the BDNTAW. The BDNTAW were dumbstruck at first, but then immediately surrounded Asheth in a circle. But rather than attack, their eyes were filled with great adoration.

AWED BY PERFECTION!

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In another dimension, one of the eleven year olds knew all those years of ridicule for stealing several rare cards from his little sister's Mugien-oh Battle: Beauty-Angel deck in his own personal Blood-Gore-Insanity deck had finally paid off. Despite being at stalemate between his opponent's BDNTAW and his own Capitalist, he had cleverly summoned Asheth with his "convenient loophole" card and then drew the spell card "AWED BY PERFECTION" with his ability to stack his deck.

The card combo had utterly incompasitated his opponent's monsters, making his opponent have to fight off the urge to cry, go home and listen to my chemical romance, and apply more hair gel to their gravity defying hairstyle.

[mauve]

Mauve was just hanging around. Literally. Bullets and various shrapnel had severed the chains of some people around her, but Mauve's luck being what it was, her own bindings hadn't been broken.

"HEY!" She yelled angrily at the ground as her fellow captives were released. "Aren't we forgetting somebody?! Somebody... I dunno.. LIKE ME?!"

BANG!-CLINK! The chain shook violently as a gunshot rang out. Mauve looked up. The ceiling suddenly rushed upwards and away from her, and Mauve realized she was going the opposite direction. Oh well, if she bent her knees and kept her arms at her sides, she wouldn't get hurt too bad when she hit the ground.

Then she realized that she was still partially paralyzed.

"Crap! I take it back! I don't wanna go down! REWIND! REWIND!" Seeing as how Mauve's life and Prince of Persia: Sands of Time were two completely different things, however, screaming "rewind" did absolutely nothing except make her look like a moron. With a shriek, Mauve hit the ground.

Luckily, however, Mauve didn't actually hit the floor. One plus to the Anime Women's summoning rage was that there was a nice pile of noobs that just so happened to be standing directly beneath her. They broke her fall, as well as a few of their own bones.

"That was lucky," Mauve said. She looked down at the hapless noobs beneath her. "Never thought I'd see the day when I was glad to have a noob around."

"OMGWTF?!" one noob yelled. "U ualw4ys be p1ckiNg on uS n00bs + its n0t ffair!1!!"

"Damn. They all survived," Mauve grumbled as a wave of leet-speak arose from underneath her. With great effort, the mage pushed herself to her feet and stumbled away. The paralyzing drug was slowly leaving her system, but at least she could walk now.

"HEY! Wh3r3 R U goIng?" Mauve turned. The noobs were untangling themselves and started to lurch towards her. Mauve's hand slid into her pocket.

"W3 g0nn4 kilL yu!" one noob threatened.

"OMG UR A GURL!1!" screeched a noob. "U W4N4 GO OUT W/ M3?"

"Drop dead," Mauve suggested. Oddly enough, they did. The handful of noobs that had served as Mauve's safety net all fell over, stone dead.

Perhaps they'd seen the error of their ways and died of shame. Perhaps some greater being called down divine retribution upon them. Perhaps Mauve's tone of voice was authoritative enough to sound like a direct modly order, which they could not refuse.

Or perhaps Mauve had found an Antidote potion in her pocket, counteracting the paralyzing agent and allowing her to burn their 1337 tushies off the face of the planet.

[Mesden]

She watched Pyros do his/her overdramatic exti and gave a smirk.

"Always with the compensation. Anyways..." she turned back to The Creator, ", can you help me get to the others?"

"Of course..."

His voice seemed a little fainter and softer than it had been before the hug. He waved his hand and a single rune fell upon Mesden's head.

Within an instant she was already in the midst of the fight. She watched the flashly display that Asheth had given and shook her head in a bit of disgust.

Instead of helping out with the actual fight, she moved her way through to Krylo. She stopped near him and asked, "I have a....proposition for you. When you and the others are finished with this...display would you come back and hear me out?

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

A couple of newbs oozed into the corridor, where Rhiya was currently fixing her hair and dusting the last of the plaster from her body.

"OMG!!!11 A GURL! ASL ASL ASL??!?!?!!!1"

"H4WT GAL! G0 0U7 W/ M3 PLESAE!"

RFS: IMMEDIATELY 670


**Since the writer of the following violence has time to spare, the following violence will hence be shown in invisitext. Those with a weak stomach please ready a bucket.**

There was about half a dozen newbs clustered and moving towards her. Behind them lumbered two or three lurkers, flamers and trolls.

That didn't matter to her. The only thing that REALLY mattered to a maddened Rhiya was the fact that n00b talk rated very high on her "Things to hate with a thousand infernal hells" list.

With a hushed *snikt* Rhiya brought out her Claws like Wolverine brings out his - with lots of drama and maybe some sound effects. The air around Rhiya's body shimmered as she moved forward as if in a dream.

None of her opponents saw it coming, but in the briefest of moments there was a blur of movement. The frontal Newbs looked stunned for a moment, before blood spurted as various parts of their body detached themselves. An eyeball dangled as the skull came apart, and where Rhiya's Chaos Claws of Evisceration lingered, organs withered, bloated, or broke out in bizarre creatures that pierced the air with their death throes.

"WTF!!!!! OMG HAX---!" a newb was torn apart when Rhiya thrust a wing through his abdomen and split and expanded their shape inside the victim.

Now Rhiya's form seemed to change... yet despite that, she wasn't. Something overtook her, possessed her, made her... terrifying. The thing was... Wrath.

Wrath manifest was in itself a fascinating specimen, but to see Wrath manifest embrace the soul and body of an NPFer named Rhiya Ravenwing was something altogether different. And Wrath could do far worse than Hate.

Her eyes, for one, became a deep, cavernous black that seemed to swallow light around her. The air around her writhed uncomfortably to the naked eye, looking like it was boiling, yet when one concentraed, they would notice that it was in fact seething. Her wings pulsated once, twice, before shrivelling rapidly to become bony protrusions upon her back. Even her outfit changed - everything about her seethed and boiled. Her top lengthened and writhed, wisps of it seeming to steam off her. Her pants (the ones she is DEFINITELY wearing) rippled like an angry wind upon a still pond.

It was hard for anybody who didn't know her to look upon her new form.

Wrath - or Rhiya - fixed a pair of deathly gaze upon her new prey. Even the trolls had to take a few steps back.

*** I TAKE THAT BACK! The following scene has been cut out for the benefit of everybody's health. HAVE A NICE DAY!***

Wrath - or Wrath manifest and anchored permanently in Rhiya for the moment - stepped over the smouldering corpses of her smoted enemies and into the room where all the rest of the action was.

Wrath - or the Anthropomorphic Personification of it - swept her dark gaze across the... erm... battlefield.

"OMG WTF!!1 UR HAXXORZ!11one" a noob screamed at Wrath.

"Don't bother me, you pitiful creature," the voice was different. It vibrated with barely-leashed power. Every molecule that sent the sentence forth into the world quailed in fear. There was Authority in such a voice. The noob staggered back from the abusive power.

In a single, fluid motion, Wrath - or the personification of her - flowed forward and smashed a slender fist into the noob's face. It seemed to connect before it even did. The aura crushed the enemy's skull in itself.

Wrath - or Rhiya as... screw it, you know the drill - moved on like the inevitable tide, advancing upon her target - one of the Badly-drawn Hentai chicks.

[POS Industries]

"So.... are we done here or what?"

POS stood ready, the burning blade of the lightsaber in his right hand pointed squarely in the direction of the badly drawn woman he had been fighting. That is, until Asheth's intervention, when the woman inexplicably decided to ignore him and shuffle over to the new arrival's location. Entranced by the Magical Girl's spell, the crude hentai chick stood open and unaware of the pulse laser pistol being aimed at her head.

Pedro focused intently on his target, lining up the sight just right, preparing to fire, and then deciding to fry a couple noobs and a flamer to his left as he limped over to the nearby computer terminal. He sighed upon viewing the monitor, a bright blue screen glowing proudly with its fatal error message, and hit the enter key three or four times to no avail. Shrugging, he picked up the duffel bag that was tucked under the workstation, hoisted it over his shoulder, and turned around just as Darth fell from the sky in front of him.

"Ah, Sith guy! Thanks for the loaner," he greeted semi-cheerfully as he dropped the deactivated lightsaber into it's owner's lap, "I have something I need to go deal with, so have fun with the massacring. See ya!"

Leaving Darth to his reloading, POS made his way to the door, making sure to give any foes in his way a quick laser blast to the chest (trolls tended to need two or three). Making his exit, he passed the enraged Wrath-Manifest Rhiya on his way out as she entered the room.

"Mornin' Ralph."

"Mornin' Sam," she replied, her voice shaking the room's foundations and would very well had stricken Pedro to the core had his mind not been on other things. Yes, there was much work to be done. Much work, indeed.

Let's see, he though to himself, Now where did I put that network relay core...?

[Darth SS]

With a thump, Darth landed flat on his face right in front of POS. Then he groaned, and rolled over. There was a clinking as he emptied his revolver and then reloaded it. With yet another groan, he reholstered it. Yet another groan punctuated the air and he stood.

"I've been assaulted by an Otaku's wet dream. Can I go home now?"

[PhoenixFlame]

In the same card-game dimension, the eleven-year old playing the Dirty Capitalist Weapons Dealers deck stared dejectedly as his Red-Eyes Giant Robot, now in defensive mode protecting the Hazel-Eyes White Capitalist, quickly ran out of easy targets to attack. Sighing, he drew a card from the top of his deck, eyes lighting up as he looked at the "Top-Secret Concealed Weapon" card.

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About this same time, Phoenix stared at the monitor broadcasting Phoenixbot's real-time gun camera stream. Certainly the battle had been going well lately, but there were Badly Drawn Transformational Anime (Hentai) Women! Something that could, under no circumstances, be allowed to exist. Given the Ares Convention of Civilized Warfare banning the use of Tentacle Monsters in such situations, Phoenix had only one choice. Patching into Phoenixbot's comm, she gives the following order.

"Permission granted to use the experimental osscilation of dissonance beam!"

"You mean the X-Buster, Ma'am!?" One of the technicians could be heard in the background.

"You actually named it 'X-Buster'?" Phoenix asks incredulously.

"Well, y'know... Poor translation from Japanese. Everything is always an 'Omega' or 'Buster' or includes silly letters like V, X, Y, Z..." The tech replied, twiddling his thumbs helplessly.

"Whatever!" She yells in frustration, turning back to the screen, "Anyhow, Input code Seven, Five, Nine, Seven, Two. Set for 30% charge."

"Acknowledged." Phoenix replied.

Casually discarding her Katana, Phoenix assumes a 45 degree reverse-stance, pointing her left arm at the leader of the Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Women. Though the target was in fact, in-between Phoenix and Asheth, the Android saw no reason in attempting to find a better firing solution. After all, friendly fire in such a small room was inevitable, and attempting to avoid it would result in a 82% decrease in her combat effectiveness. Asheth might be shocking and awing the women, but she certainly wasn't killing them.

That was Phoenix's job.

*KRACK... SNAP*

Phoenix's right arm, firmly latched to her left now, dislocated the latter with a quick snap and twist, popping the arm out of its still-connected socket at an unnatural angle. Each half of her hand popped backwards, revealing a long, needlelike aperture that sprung forth from inside her wrist. The panels making up her forearm and biceps folded backwards like the twin corollas of a flower, a perfect irony for the Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Woman she intended to shoot.

This all took several seconds, and gave the Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Woman time to turn around and look at her assailant. Of course, being of an intellegence equivalent to that of her drawing, the Woman thought the killer android was offering her a flower.

"Oh, How PRETTY!" It shrieks, bounding toward Phoenix's pulsating white X-Buster, as each set of five panels, now connected front-to-back by small white laser beams began to spin in opposite directions.

Several N00bs watched in awe, spouting sayings such as, "OMG! t3h ha\/\/7 R0bo7 CH1K iz t3h sm3xy!" They approached her at great speed, drawn like moths to the flame. The X-Buster now resembled a conical white prism around Phoenix's left arm, and several n00bs turned to vapor in its very presence.

It has yet to be confirmed if they died from coolness, shininess, or the massive energy oscillation projected in a graviton-wave arc emitted by the weapon. Giant robot fanboys in Tokyo have to this day argued over this on various Phoenixflame discussion forums. It is believed they are the reincarnated souls of the n00bs killed.

As the Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Woman closed to approximately 15 feet, Phoenix had finished charging her weapon. Unsurprisingly, like most PhoenixCorp beam-cannons, the X-Buster emitted a piercing screech as a pinpoint white energy ray emitted from Phoenix’s extended arm, and quickly began to widen once hitting the target, as the magnetic vectoring panels peeled back to catch the entire Badly Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Woman in the blast, along with several n00bs.