NPF Avatars: Because They All Hate Me

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

[OOC: please be a little considerate to me! Posting like mad is not my style, and I *DO* have other things to do other than manage this rp. Maybe lessen your posts a bit? Please?]

The imps and bats were blinded momentarily by Raidens blast of light, but the battle continued around Rhiya, who had hunched down and formed her wings around her in a protective shell everything - from friendly fire to bat droppings - washed over her harmlessly. Right now, she looked much like a big freaking rock.

However, that will all change soon.

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The bat that had latched onto Darth's face pulled back a bit before coming down in a hard, toothy bite. Fetid breath and acidic teeth washed over his face, and the two combined in air... combusted.

~~

"Right-ho!" Rhiya commented as she stood up. She blasted away two bats with large iron cushions, exploded a few imps with her Eviscerating claws, before rushing forward.

"Come ON! We need to keep moving. They'll keep us here until next week and that's not GOOD."

Drawing up her sleeves, Rhiya flung her marked hand forward.
Incapacitate!

She'd done this before, to elves that was too much trouble. Now she was doing it to the bats that were in the air and still coming at them.
Super glue erupted from her hands. The sticky mass held enough force to fling back a dozen bats and stick them to walls... But not before two flung their droppings into Raiden's eyes.

However, Pyros' explosive fire brought down a new problem. The power had jarred the stalactites on the ceiling, and gradually, they became loose enough to fall down in spiky, scary death.

The first to fall missed Raiden by a whisker's breadth (sp?). But it triggered more to come down, and soon even the imps and bats had something else to worry about.

"RUN DAMNIT! RUN INTO INTO THE CAVES! ACT LIKE DARTH WITH A BAT ON HIS HEAD IF YOU DON'T GET WHAT I MEAN!"

"...What? Scream like a girl and then get torched?" somebody muttered as they charged deeper into the caves.

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"...Right..." Rhiya panted as they came to a stop in a no-stalactite area. The place looked weird, clean even, save for the small trickles of slime that oozed continuously down the side of one wall. The chittering of the cave imps and bats had diminished to near-silence. "Let's... take a rest... right here... before continuing... OMFG WTF WHO LET ONE GO?!" she suddenly squeaked as she clutched at her nose. A few of the NPFers looked confused, before the stench hit them like a ten-ton demolition ball flying loose of its chain. A few of the lesser mortals were literally bowled over, and even Raiden had to clutch his nose to prevent his eyes from watering.

The hiss of something filled the air, followed by a strange, oozing noise. There was the clicking of something dangerous lurking in the darkness

Dark, spindly creatures upped and scuttled forward, while hulking shapes materialized from the rivulets of slime running down the walls.

[Sithdarth]

Luckly for whoever the comdien was Sith was still recovering from the blast of bat, well bat whatever the hell that thing had breathed on him. Completely oblivous to his surrondings and still unable to smell anything but breath he leaned aagainst a near by rock. Just about then he noticed the slime dragons and about two seconds later the smell. Sith clutched his throat once let out something that sounded a lot like "gack" and passed out.

[Inbred Chocobo]

The smell hit IC hard. Though luckily for IC, smelling isn't what birds are known for, so it was bringing tears to his eyes, but damn was it awful. He hurled his Wind Edge at one of the lime dragons. What happened was that the Wind Edge slammed into one, sticking, but due to the force of the throw causing the dragon to go rolling. IC then opened his hand, using the wand straped to his left arm to manifest a dark bolt. Those who fought the elf back at Christmas could tell what it was, and it was what IC hurled at the dragon. "Fudging, smell." IC said under his breath as he grabbed his nose with his right hand.

[Incendius]

Pyros looked left, then right at the hunched figures of most of the other NPFers and shruged saying "Heh I don't have a sense of smell. I guess it worked out for me this time.". Smiling broadly at his obvious good fortune Pyros suddenly noticed the dark forms creeping outward into the cavern and the clicking noises. Walkin forward Pyros declared for all to here "Stay behind me everyone I think I will be the one to handle all of these creatures". Patting his chest in obvious confidence Pyros stated "Come on come and get me, do your best shot".

This probaly would not end well for him.

[The Wizard Who Did It]

OOC: I meant Boltaga. Thundaga doesn't have the range of Boltaga. If I told you it was akin to bolting, would that help?

IC: The rest of the party joined the Wizard, and they ran for their lives. Or their health, but they did indead run. They found themselves in a massive cavern, the likes of which was large, and very slimy.

"OMFG WTF WHO LET ONE GO?!"

When an NPF member used such language, something had to be wrong. It didn't strike what was wrong to the Wizard until a very foul stench hit his nostrils. It reminded him of that one necromancer's birthday party. He never wanted to be reminded of that day again. His knee's brished the ground, before he forced himself up again. It seemed as if the walls were moving and there was an obnoxious clicking sound. A spidery thing jumped up to attack, but he gracefully flipped over the clumsy creature and shot a fireball at it. When he turned around and dashed at the creature to stab it, he noticed that the creature wasn't even affected. Jumping out of the way, and barely grazing the creature with his sword, a metallic sound was heard as he grabbed onto the slimy disgusting walls.

This, is very very sick and very very bad. The Wizard tested to see if it was invulnurable and dashed at it with his sword. The sword pierced through, and the spider dropped dead. So not completely invincible...

[mammothtank]

Originally Posted by Twiddy

If I told you it was akin to bolting, would that help?

OOC: Yes. I know of Bolting. Too bad it only gets 5 shots...

IC: "Okay, that one then." mammothtank led Silly Kitty down the tunnel she had indicated. He stepped carefully, climbing over rocks and making sure Kitty was never very far away. Suddenly, up ahead in the tunnel, a bright light flared, causing MT to squint a little in response. "Hey, let's head for that! Maybe someone's up there!"

[Silly Kitty]

Happy to find the rest of her party, Silly Kitty ran towards the light finally stumbling upon her party who were all hunched over.

"Man am I glad to see you guys I-" Finally the smell hit her. With her heightened feline senses the smell was almost unbearable. She was on the floor at once curled up into a ball trying her best to get away from the smell.

Not one of her proudest moments to say the least.

[Lumaes]

Lumaes has been slithering along behind the procession quite unobtrusively, strangley most people hadn't noticed him - or at least hadn't wanted to notice him, eitherway he was pretty unnoticed.
As for the imps and bats they had given up trying to hurt him when posed with the question of which part of Lumaes's rather ludicrous anatomy to remove in order to kill him.

Lumaes didn't seem to be effected by the stench wafting from the massive, shifting creatures who had the audacity to call themselves dragons - after all, isn't it commonly said "love stinks"? One loomed over him menacingly, a hissing droplet sizzling away on his flesh - flopping backwards indignantly a slender tentacle withdraws a pen, another unspeakable orriface producing a sheet of foolscap - squirming back hurriedly from the advancing dragon he scrawls something on the paper. Smiling wickedly, he then presents his picture to the dragon proudly. Through some defiance of physics he'd drawn for the dragon a square - one made entirely with acute angels.

The dragon went rigid, toppling to the ground with a wet splat, gaping mouth frozen in an expression of shock - sure it wasn't dead, but Lumaes doubted it'd be getting better anytime soon.

[Darth SS]

OOC: Wait...I got a bat on my face? When did that happen?

IC: Darth pulled his Colt and shot the thing right off of his face before collapsing to the ground and screaming. Absent-mindedly, he telekinetically threw the napalm off of his face and just lay there screaming for about ten seconds.

Then there was the familiar "bwoop" and he regenerated, and got up. His beard was gone. He was very, very pissed off.

"THAT TOOK A LONG TIME TO GROW, YOU FUCKERS!"

He opened fire on the comatose dragon. Then he ran. While doing so, he gave the critters the finger.

[Toastburner B]

((OOC:

Originally Posted by Rhiya Ravenwing

[OOC: please be a little considerate to me! Posting like mad is not my style, and I *DO* have other things to do other than manage this rp. Maybe lessen your posts a bit? Please?

Behold the madness that met me everyday when I logged on during the Christmas RP. ))

Toastburner really didn't know why he was rushing back to help.

After all, the other NPFers had found a way to make him exploded like three times before his poor, broken prinny body finally gave up the ghost.

Maybe it was because he wanted to save the world...again.

Maybe it was because he had the darned heroic alignment.

Mostly, it was because he was in one of his stronger forms now. Whatever force chose his forms, be it Fate, chance, of the Creators, Toastburner was flying through the caves in the form of a green dragon. At the very least, it would take considerably more effort to kill him in this form that in his prinny form.

It was the smell the ultimately led him to the others. That and the yelling.

Finally in a truely combat ready form, Toastburner wasn't about to put it to waste. He flew over the heads of the others (fighting off a very tempting urge to peg Pyros as he stood in his pose, daring to be hit). His spiked tail skimmed along the wall, slashing any unlucky enough to be caught in it's path. As he furled his wings and landed, Toastburner exhaled a cloud of flame one of the slime dragons, causing the creature to harden and crack under the hot flame. It wasn't enough to kill it, though.

Man, it really does reek in here.

Growling, Toastburner swiped at the smile dragon he had baked, but in return to knocking a clump of dry smile, his claw came back burned. Great. Acidic. With no other choice, TB breathed fire once more, igniting the slime dragon...which than began to wail about the room.

I wonder how long it takes for these things to die.