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Unread 04-23-2006, 09:34 AM   #91
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Shrinking down to less than half of her original size and also making the discovery that clothes didn't change size and, in fact, seemed to fall off rather easily, it could be easily said Arhra's current state of mind was fluctuating somewhere between horror and rage.

Then Newb had made his escape and unintentionally caused her to grow once again. Joy joined the emotional throng, followed a few seconds later by despair when Arhra realised she was still slightly shorter than she had been initially. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't make any move as Newb started to pull the blanket that was her only covering off her, a sure sign something was terribly wrong. Arhra just stood there, mouth slightly open and her red eyes had a manic, unfocused look to them.

It seemed they'd broken Arhra.

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Yuri was confused. She'd felt a sudden cocktail of volently conflicting emotions pour through her link, showing Arhra was evidently suffering from some duress. She didn't know what to make of them. Being drunk didn't help.

Using the power of drunken logic, she thought of how the use of Arhra's draining power had seemed to make Arhra happier and so Yuri scanned the horizon blearily, looking for enemies. Her gaze went right past the moderator boss guy and then snapped back. He might be some sort of enemy, and that was all the motivation she needed. Taking a swig from her bottle of hooch, she charged drunkely at him, using one of the most feared hobo based magical girl styled attacks known to man. Admittedly, there weren't really that many. Yuri covered the distance in that deceptively fast drunken stumble and yelled out the name of her attack.

"BUM RUSH!"
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Unread 04-23-2006, 02:42 PM   #92
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(OOC: o.O)

Fenris groaned, still apparently strapped to a medical table, and woke up.

"Wait, where am I?" Fenris asked blurrily.
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Unread 04-23-2006, 05:45 PM   #93
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As Wrath Manifest cut a bloody swathe through the crowd of new Gaians, Sub-Rhiya was still ineffectually trying to get to her original hidey-hole - which was Wrath Manifest.

'Course, dragging Ecurt kicking and screaming along was all a process of fun. Sub-Rhiya wasn't sure how she managed to get inside the crowded NPFer's mind, but she was certain it was all Pyros' fau-- no wait, that was ECURT thinking! Sub-Rhiya doesn't think Pyros did anything! Nothing seriously debilitating to the whole world in general, anyway...

Well... he does owe her Rhiyaland.

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Rhiya as Wrath Manifest was enjoying herself immensely. The recent chaos suicide had done her a little good, at least. She could think clearly even in a semi-rage, and could choose who to pick off and who not to.

o'course, that didn't stop her from picking off practically everybody around her that looked noobish. She uttered her favourite battlecry:

"RAWR!"

The earth trembled in terror, the oncoming gaians stumbled back, covering their burst eardrums in pain. A couple of weaker noobs even keeled over and died instantly.

And Wrath Manifest slowly but surely made her way towards the boss...
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Unread 04-23-2006, 08:56 PM   #94
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PREVIOUSLY, ON NPF AVATAR Z: Fenris awoke to find himself strapped to a medtable on board the Isparalian, but was largely unnoticed by Arhra and Pedro, who were discussing something-or-other at the time. I'm sure it whatever it was they were talking about was all kinds of important. Really. Anyway, they left to meet up with Phoenix and Mauve at the mech lab, having to stop on the way to fight the evil Lord Worchestershire, who had powered up to his Super Sauce 3 form! The pair battled Worchestershire for what seemed like a month (but was really 5 minutes) before finally spiking up their hair and destroying the ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!! Then they used the magic Billiardballs to wish the universe back into existance and finally arrived at the mech lab, only to discover Arhra's new shrinking/enlarging curse!

POS, deciding that Arhra's latest foray into hardcore nudity would only slow down the group's current progress, took off his overcoat and handed it to the mostly-original-sized girl. "Here. I don't know exactly how you put sailor fukus on, so you can use this in the interim."

Turning his attention back to Phoenix, he returned to the subject of rvil plots and the scheming thereof. "So, I have the RoboHobo almost fully assembled and the hob to pilot it. For future reference, I also have a secret project that I'm working on for myself, which I will reveal later. I'm assuming that you've got some zany ideas for Arhra and the mage, who looks... less magelike than usual. Hm."

"Hey, Pe-chan! What about me?"

Pedro paused for a moment as he thought about what Rei's question. Aside from general puzzlement as to where this newfound lust for adventure may have emerged in the AI's programming, POS was simply lost as to how she could help, what with lack of a physical body. "No Rei," he sighed, shaking his head, "I doubt you can do anything."

"Well..." Phoenix interrupted in such a way to suggest that I am totally not plagiarizing someone else's post, "I have a cunning plan."

"More cunning than a Fox with a diploma from the University of Cunning?" Raven chimed in over the intercomm alongside Rei.

Phoenix sighed.

"You walked into that one, Phoe-chan!" Rei chuckled.

"So I did. As I was saying..." Phoenix continued, an exasperated tone in her voice now, "I believe I have a plan in which to incorporate Rei into the grand scheme of things."

"Oh?" Pedro asked, reflexively feigning disinterest.

"Of course. I have some spare parts from the PX-R project, for repairs and replacements, and it's just ever so slightly possible to assemble a shell and download Rei's conciousness into it." Phoenix grinned wryly, pointing over to a secluded corner of the mech lab. "Care to take a look?"

POS allowed himself to show a tad more interest now, being careful not to drop too much of his poker face. "I may regret this later on... but in the meantime, what do you got?"
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Unread 04-24-2006, 12:24 PM   #95
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(OOC: Oops, my bad.)

Fenris noticed that he couldn't move. Drawing his breath, he did the only thing he could.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?"
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Unread 04-24-2006, 12:54 PM   #96
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The scream echoed through the halls. Mauve Thief sighed and rested the giant gun across her shoulder.

"Since you guys have stuff to discuss, I'll go attend to the test subject," she said. The PSG had a shoulder strap, so Mauve slung it across her back and started walking towards the door. Then the strap shifted, throwing Mauve's balance off. She lurched sideways, bumping into Pedro.

"Sorry!" she said sheepishly, righting herself and moving to the door. "Gotta get used to hefting this thing around..."

Once out in the hallway, Mauve looked down at the items she had lifted off Pedro when she bumped into him. PassKey card to something... Seven dollars and eighty-two cents... Two or three possibly-counterfieted business licences... Hastilly-scribbled and heavily-creased diagrams of some new invention or another, drawn in pencil on lined notebook paper... Damn, she was good at this. How'd that happen?

She crammed everything back into her pockets as she neared the room where Fenris was screaming. The door slid open with a hydraulic Hsshhh, revealing the hobo strapped down to a table. Wires ran from the base of his skull to the computers behind him.

"Hey there, Fenry," Mauve said.

Fenris repeated his question, not as loudly this time. Mauve shrugged and set the PSG down.

"I dunno," she said. "Usual chaotic nonsense. Let's see..." she tapped her finger against her chin, trying to think of an explanation that wouldn't sound as stupid as it was. "Okay, look: Pedro decided to use you as a test subject for his new invention. You'll be controlling it from here, I'm assuming with those wires attached to your head. So... Anyway... You were screaming at getting things drilled into your skull, and me and the other magic-weilding folks were using our powers to fuel the ship. But then something happened... something.. chaotic, I'm thinking it has something to do with Pyros or Rhiya, (or possibly Ecurt, seeing as how the women all ended up with costume changes and you two guys didn't), but anyway, something happened that screwed things up. So now I'm all thiefy and Newb is a rabbit. But I digress. What matters now is that we get to Mt. Raiden or Fort Raiden or whatever the hell it's called and release our own brand of doomy doom." She paused, hefting the gun again. "Any questions?"
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"Just one question." Came a voice from behind the door.

"Where were you on the night of tomorrow's yesterday!?" Newb demanded, bounding forwards, his suddenly long head-fur creating a flowing mane down his rabbity back, currently covered by a martial arts uniform. As he made this absurd demand for information, he brandished his left shoe, his right only halfway on and ready to be kicked at anyone attempting to flee.
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Unread 04-24-2006, 04:03 PM   #98
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"Just one. Can I get down from here? My limbs are falling asleep."
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Mauve examined her nails as Newb threatened her with his rabbity martial arts. In his rabbit form, he didn't have anything worth stealing, she noted somewhat absently. She'd already lifted his watch.

"Where was I today?" she echoed. "Well, let's see. I was talking to my good buddy Fenris Wolf, here. I'm sure he'll agree. Oh! I remember! I was also testing out this kickass new gun here!" She hefted it up again, a grin on her face. "Why do you ask?"

The gun still in her hands, she looked over her shoulder at Fenris.

"Hmmm..." she mused. "I could steal the pins out of those shackles on your arms, but you'd still be stuck to that machine via those wires. I don't wanna mess with those; I don't want to be the one responsible for any Fenrissy brain damage." She examined the various belts and shackles keeping the hobo attached to the table. Some had locks, but that was no problem to the suddenly-awesome-thief Mauve. She took out her knife and a hairpin.

"Hee." she snickered. "Pedro'll probably hate me for this."
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"Alright," he said, putting his shoes back on. "I was just trying to find out who stole my alarm watch. You see, it's going to make a horrendous racket in a couple of minutes, and I'd hate to have it distract somebody doing anything important. It would be particularly bad, say, if it disturbed somebody on the firing range testing out their wonderful new weapon and causing them to add a skylight to this wonderful vessel. And in case you're wondering what exactly I'm talking about, as a rabbit I have very good hearing, and unless you have a bomb in your pocket, that's my watch keeping time." He looked thoughtful. "Not that I'd put it past you to keep a bomb in your pocket. That's why I asked, you see." The entire time that he spoke, his eyes flicked madly from side to side, apparently looking out for dangerous predators, and his ears twitched about, hearing everything they could. He turned to leave, and then stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, and if you want to be accurate about it, I asked what you're doing tonight." With that he hopped out of the room and stood in the hallway, flattened against the wall out of sight, using his ears to see what was happening in the room.
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