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[Incendius]

"Tch" Fidem muttered quietly to himself as he witnessed the nonexistant results of his acid attack. That is to say, it being completely negated by the Godess, though he was not particularly annoyed by the outcome of the events. The smirk of self assurance was still on his face. The vortexes that the Godess had created gave him more information, and subsequently power to his point of view, then he had expended using the acid attack in the first place. A very worthy trade off, more so for one such as him, for he didn't run out of stamina or energy very easily. "Twasn't really meant to hurt them in any case, it was just to clear the battlefield, probably would have helped them too" he said to no one in particular in a semi mournful tone of voice, as a joke of being saddenned over his failed manuever.

As the sentence left his mouth however, he caught sight of the Godess clenching together her fists and the sight of her glowing eyes. With a small short laugh, he said "I likes myself a fiesty women, though I don't believe she's the one for me.". However, even as he joked with his words seemingly falling to the wayside, as it seemed no one was around to hear him, he kept his attention locked on all agressors on the field, including the remaining Gaian undesirables, for they might become troublesome as well. "Tis a good indication of her abilities though, that she was able to track me. Either she has good sight, or another sense that supplements it. I wouldn't doubt either with how she's dealt with the other problems. She seems to have powers of the void origin"

Not unexpectadly he saw the Godess accelerate forward, for even if she thought it might surprise him or not, he was always prepared for most eventualities, and he knew how to take care of himself. So he was not caught off balance, as it could be said, when the Godess attacked. As she sped towards him Fidem feigned surprise, shock, and a general unease of being unready for the attack. His posture would signale to most fighters many openings, and only a small weak defense. However, to the few that truly understood all aspects of combat, they would be able to see the subtle tension of muscles, the fact that while his posture apeared to be one of a novice with many openings, it was in fact one that gave as much strength in return for its weaknesses.

So despite all apearances, as the Godess charged in her blade held high. Fidem merely twisted a fraction of a milimeter when the Godess came within a hundred feet of him, and with the speed that she could travel at, he had only a moment or so to react. That moment was enough. With a speed and strength that one could only wonder at Fidem lashed out his left hand, grabbed onto the handle of his cannon and swung it all the way from his right shoulder around his back and to the front. This action appeared to be instaneous on his part. However despite one might suspect, this series of moves was not meant to position himself for another canon attack, it was in fact a way to give himself a greater defense.

For it was at the exact moment he brought his canon to bear when Mesden came into fighting reach of him and lunged forward with her sword. Which, even though he did not know its exact properties and did not fathom the immense danger from it at the time, he did not want to get stabbed by, a feeling most would sympathize with. For it was so that the sword lunged forward into the barrel of the canon. Simply said, as the sword came within an inch of the back of the barrel, it stopped its forward movement. In fact, the sword stopped all of its movement. The only indication of what could have happened is the intense darkening of the inside of the canon, what appeared to be a materialization of the darkness inside it, as an easy, fast, and not very power consumptive way of trapping the sword.

"I don't think so Sweetums" Fidem said only in response to the attack which he had so deftly averted. Before the Godess had time to respond, Fidem let go of the handle on his canon, leaving it suspened in midair, though if there was enough time it might have suscepted to gravity, but what occured was fast enough to happen and to be recaught before it had a chance to fall to the ground. For Fidem had let go of the canon, and swung his entire body in a a power building spin, that at its apex his foot lashed outwards. Directly into the stomach of the Godess, though at least he was wearing only sneakers that were softer then what else might have been possible.

The second his foot contacted with Mesden's stomach, he recaught his canon and released the condensed shadows releasing the blade, having believed it to be only a normal one, maybe some magical enhancements, and of course knowing nothing of how truly deadly it could be. He paid slightly for his miscaculation, for even as he kicked Mesden away from himself with great force, she slashes doward, only grazing him and slicing a small line across his right arm. Though that was enough to also damage, and wither a small part of his soul. The pain was intense to say the least, and it was a giant wake up call, for now he was done playing around when he knew they were possible of such things.

Even such, the unexpected bullets from PheonixBot served to anger him, and make him all the more serious. While they themselves did not hurt him overly much, the mere fact the the robot had locked onto his body, and hit him, gave him a slight pause. He had underestimated these NPF forumites, something he would not do again. In compliance with this new policy, instead of waiting for them to open another attack, Fidem hefted up his canon, just as quickly fired it. The result was very easily apparent, or at least part of it was. For it created an extremely high screeching noise that could quick literally pop out and eardrum, and the light from it was so blinding, it could even incapacitate the sensors of a robot with its flash burn.

Though, all this only served to momentarily hide the swirling black vortex, that expelled highly damaging radiation that had appeared in the center of the battlefield.
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Pyros had made a small miscaculation, though not one that was specifically threatening him bodily. It was in fact a mere mistake, that was thinking that the attack the moderator had made was a copy of a certain character in the series of digimon, for it was in fact not. In the long run though, it mattered not much in the series of events, for this minute detail was not of much importance to the grander story that lay underneath. All it served to do was draw a comment from the mod said in a somewhat whimsical tone of voice "Piedmon? Sorry, I don't believe I know to who you are referring, though it sounds like something from that show... digimon or such. Though I won't deny this technique is not mine." As he said that sentence the mod simply snapped the fingers in his free hand, and the sheet he had thrown simply dissapeared into thin air.

At the same moment as this was spoken, and exactly as Pyros changed form, the Mod's eyes unnervingly followed his course, seeming almost to disect and study him like some lab product, or at least that was the kind of feelin Pyros recieved as he fled backwards. At the end of Pyros travel backwards the mod simply glanced down to his right hand, and the open book. I line of golden light traced alongst the right page, which had before been blank and now was filled. After the moment of concentration that looking down at the book required, the Mod spoke to Pyros and said in a friendly tone of voice "By the way, just in case anything happens to you and I am unable to impart this information, my name is Hystian. I feel it gives more meaning if those who I defeat know my name"

"With that in mind, let us get this little sortie started shall we?" Hystian said friendily. Rocking his neck from side to side, he kept his eyes on Pyros as he worked the cricks out of his neck. With a small glance down at his book, the mod once again looked up. Reaching out to the side of the battlefield with his left hand wide open, palm facing away from both himself and Pyros, several beams of brownish dirty light shot from his hand. Where the brownish light impacted, stangely a spinning top was formed, each only barely larger then the size of a normal fist. There were in total, seemingly twenty seven of these spinning tops, but it was hard to tell for as of the second they formed, each top started to spin around the area somewhat erratically interweaving, but never hitting another. It was utterly impossible to tell any fine detail from the tops, for their spin was fast enough to blur all of it.

Curiously, but most likely not surpsising, the pavement underneath where the tops had formed and passed was ripped apart with the ease of a hot knife through melted butter. That is to say, with about no resistance at all. Grinning at Pyros, Hylian asked simply in a cheerful tone belaying any danger that was apparent "Its never too late for a game of tops aint it?". With that sentence said he twitched his fingers and hand, and the tops stopped their random spinning. They then started the coordianted systematic spinning, such as speedily rushing outwards, destroying the ground in their wake and rushing through any and all obstacles to suround Pyros on all sides. It was quite apparent that there was at least several tons of force behind these objects, which where now all headed towards Pyros, some even having already crisscrossed in front of him.

[Incendius]

♠"Now what do we have here? It seems like a person running around playing mage, and a would be gunner."♣ a voice rang out from behind the archmage and the gunner. ♥"I had heard there was a disturbance in the area that hadn't to do with whoever Hylian was fighting, it was theorized that one of the banned might have gotten loose, but I see my suspicians that it was another group of weaker NPF forumites creating havok were correct"♦ the owner of the voice remarked almost in passing in an exasperated tone even as a large sigh left his mouth as the two turned to look at him, or not if they did not think he was worth the importance and energy, or simply had some other plan they would want to put into action that did not include looking at him for the moment.

The man, for of course it was a man, looked much like one would think a Jester would be. His skin tone was extremely pale, seemingly almost powdered and artificially whitened, though it was impossible to tell whether it was a natural condition or not, certainly there were stranger appearances even in the ranks of the NPF forumites. He had long combed back blond hair, that stuck outward from his head a few inches in the air, like it was held by gel, though much lighter and flowing then normally a gel would allow. He had slanted, narrow black eyes, hinting maybe of an asian origine. His dress was strange as well, for he was wearing a sleeveless high colared black shirt, with a white colar, and two white diamonds displayed over the front, the shirt left revealed much of his stomach. His pants were contrasting to his shirt, them being mostly white, with two black circles covering where his kneecaps would be. He wore black, shoes with slighly elevated heels.

However, despite all his appearances, and even his slightly comical tone of speach, there could not be mistaken a aura of menace, danger, competence, and hunger around the man. And the aura of hunger was undoubtably that for a strong, or numerous strong opponents worthy of himself. It was obvious, that he was one that sought to create conflict and battle, just to have his own enjoyment. His posture was somewhat stiff, yet also relaxed, unlike the deceptious stance that Fidem had taken before, it was obvious that he left no openings to attack, he was easily identifiable as ready for any eventuality or attack the two could throw at him for the moment. This only served to enhance the sense of strength, and the aura of a fighter that surounded the man.

♥"Well, I guess there's not much sense in standing around exchanging insults and taunts when this will inevitably end in conflict, so I prosose that we start the oncoming fight right here and now"♣. As he said this the man ran his hand through his hair slowly and closed his eyes in a small moment of seeming weakness before looking back to the two and smiling a devilish smile. Reaching out his right arm, he folded his hand back towards his wrist and then snapped it outwards, producing a trio of playing cards out of thin air seemingly as he did. Unpredictably, the cards looked quite normal, and even had quite blunt edges as the norm of them were. Nonetheless, the man launched his hand forward, propelling all three cards towards DB, along with the other three he had just conjured in his other hand towards Darth. It was very possibly that one might notice the invisible and subtle envelopment of energy around the cards.

[Mesden]

"Pitiful, Fidem. Pitiful. That is not true light."

The ethereal form of the Goddess's hand twirled into a massive vortex around the blast. Quickly it was enveloped into another plane and dispersed. But, instead of reforming into her own hand, the twirling form of light surrounded the entire area around Fidem and the blast that he had just shot was turned against him.

In the midst of her counter attack, there was something...off. He was not this mundane. Just firing his cannon didn't seem his true style. Then she felt it. A bite of pain, a surge of damage. Her eyes darted to what was affecting her presence in the world, to find a black vortex.

Damn, can't be original, can he?

She quickly gave herself a broader connection to the spiritual world and accessed its near infinte supply of ethereal power to rebuild what damage was being caused to her. Her body reforming easily and near instantly. Spiritual Goddess's regeneration, if you will.

[Darth SS]

Darth's metal hand snapped out, and caught all three cards. He then squeezed tightly and let them explode. It was a well known fact that when someone has a metal arm, then said arm is nigh indestructible except by people from their deeply troubled past. Thankfully, Darth had never been to Gaia. Thus, while it was troubled, it wasn't the past.

With a little twist of his wrist, Darth let the ashes fall out of his palm. With a spin, he holstered his revolver and then put his P90 up against his back. Guided by some magical force, it hovered there without falling. Darth then seemed to look around his body, and muttered. At long last, he looked up.

"Ready guys? Count of three...1....2....3..."

There was a rainbow colored chorus of "FUCK YOU!" exclaimed from Darth and his clothes. Then his damn boxers came in and said "Mmm...I'd like to....

[Truce]

"Well, Mauve, go ahead change. Not that I'd recommend it, you know, what with PhoenixCorp having a tendency to have security cameras everywhere, and men having the worst timing in the world." Esheth didn't care if Mauve was wearing the Sailor Fuku. In truth, she had already been mailed the check-a bonus for helping provide even more fan service to the story-and without any way for his plan to work there was no point in having her angry at her. "Do me a favor though and find POS. I'm sure there'd be something he can do with it."

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Inside Esheth's head, Sub-Ecurt was busy thinking of a plan to get Sub-Rhiya back in her own head-or at least out of his. Though he had no idea why, Sub-Rhiya had decided that the best way to play video games. That had been pretty much harmless up until now-when she found his Wii.

Needless to say, when she broke out the latest (or in this case, the yet-to-exist) copy of NPF Smash Brothers, all hell broke lose. Before he had even inserted the disc into the console, Sub-Rhiya took one of the nunchuck controllers and began whacking him with it. Were it not for the fact that he countered with one of the PS3 boomerangs, he probably would have been knocked out with Sub-Rhiya in control of his body.

Luckily for him, Sony once again proved to be the best console, and Rhiya was forced to admit defeat. Now that things had calmed down again, he took away the controller and looked over at the visual screen. "So...do you have any better ideas to get you back before Wrath Manifest explodes again and makes this situation worse?"

[PyrosNine]

Pyros saw the tops coming. "Let's go!" He dove in between the spinning tops, o'er leaping them, and when possible, using the heat from his blade to keep them at a distance. But just as he got close, the mod wasn't there. And while he wasn't there, more tops were. And while he had tops behind him before, he now had tops before him as well.

Surrounded!

Pyros leapt straight up as the tops seamlessly connected where he was only a moment ago, the energy built up from their friction actually making an explosion of energy that sent the mid-air Pyros hurtling away, and he fell away and landed on his back with a thud.

"Hmm....Now those are certainly toys to play with, mortal." Pyros commented, and then made sure to cross his legs, given the dress. Not that he had feminine modesty as Male Pyros mind you, but he had already had a similar event happen before in SoL, and didn't want another villain to get a look at A Pyros's lower spot.*

But doing so may have been in err, for the the tops from before were quickly on him like Shiney on SUEPRSIAIYNCLOUDIEFEROHT!OMG!**

Pyros quickly got to his feet just before the tops came hurling in and stepped back to jump again, only to feel a rumbling in the ground behind him. Another top burned upside down right through the ground at Pyros, and He was surrounded again. This time, in closer quarters.

Seeing no way to simply dodge this time, he focused his magic. "HAET!" he sent out his energy, and forced the tops away with a quick burst of solid magic. The tops were all knocked away, and flipped over, but this did little to stop them. The continued spinning, even upside down, to the point they cut through the air. Which would mean that they created whirlwinds or something like that, but they were simply spinning too fast. Instead, they flew through the air like bullets!

Pyros looked about for his enemy, sensing for him, but just before he could get a good lock, a Top came crashing down upon him. He rolled out of the way to have an enormous tunnel carved in the ground. It wasn't rocket science to know it was coming back up shortly. He leapt up as it came back up beneath his feet to greet him, another top came to cut him off in mid-air. He twisted out of their way and fell to a nearby building. Just seconds before impact, the building was nothing more than scrap and another top ran through it. The heat from the top fused some of the metal scrap together however, and it was on this tiny floating piece Pyros rebounded. As he hurtled through the air, a line of tops spiraled in, narrowly missing him one after another, closer, and closer, and closer until....

The next one was mere inches from Pyros's back damaging a bit of Mesden's shirt and cutting through Pyros's hair as if it were nothing. Pyros himself had to straighten up to prevent it from actually touching him. Quickly, Pyros whipped around. "FLAME CANNON!"

The horizontal pillar of flame hit the top and all those that were in a row behind it, slamming them all neatly away. Pyros used the backlash of the attack to propel himself onto a nearby advertisement sign, getting some much needed breathing room.

He felt up at his hair. The great length was gone and the very backpart of his head looked almost shaved. The hair was cut so perfectly that the ends weren't even frayed or singed!

"SON OF A! MY HAIR!" Pyros yelled in his plain voice. "You bastard! You know how hard it was to grow that out without magic or regeneration? That was my pride and joy! I can't be seen by my fellow NPF'ers like this? Rhiya might even throw the keys to Rhiyaland in my face if she saw me like this!"

Quickly, Pyros flashed his eyes a bit, and flame burst from the back of his head, just where his hair had been. With a flip of his head, the flames became solidified, and then into Nein's long reddish-brown hair. Of course, there was a noticeable distance from it and the rest of his hair, as it lacked the grooming he had given to his hair on a daily basis.

Pyros punched his hand into his palm, and sent out a shockwave as they hit. "That's it! There shall be pennance for this, I assure you."

*Because that would definitely open the floodgates of PyrosNine yaoi fan-pages. Unfortunately, the crazed Pyromaniac god was a fan-favorite in the NPF Avatar Manga, which sells (somewhat) top of the line anime in Books-A-Thousands everywhere, printed by the P9 publishing company. Which was really just a fancy name for Ecurt.

**Who managed to call everyone on the forums gay for having stupid names, misspelling even simple noob words like LOL, and having written the first 12 posts of his created thread, and filled the gaps in between flames with a RedXIII/Sephiroth fanfic. Needless to say, he was banned with what should have been impossible bannination, the noob was banned from existence completely. Which means technically this story is highly irrelevant, as he never really existed now. But oh well. Them's the breaks when you can read lore.

[Arhra]

It is now perhaps an oppertune time to take a look at what exactly is going on in Arhra's mind as she continues to stand there blankly. Let's turn to a mind reader to find out. Let's start shall we? Dive in Ralph.

I'm penetrating the outer mindscape, no difficulties yet. Almost no resistance actually. About to hit the primary mindscape, diving in now.

It's empty. This isn't right. There should be something in here at least. No light, space, movement, anything. I'll try and probe a little closer.

I can't take it in. Its nothingness is without limits! The void's closing in. Wait! I see something, some slighty discrepancy. I'm going to check it out.

The center's opening. Inside I think I can make out some... Argh! Oh my god! They see me! THEY SEE ME!

Ralph, we've had it up to here with your theatrics. Ralph? Uh, seems Ralph is having some problems. Let's try with a different diviner while someone cleans up this mess.

I hear a voice, one but many. The choral unsion is not perfect, but the dissonances spiral off into strange psuedo-harmonies of their own, giving rise to yet more splinter voices. I am forced to filter the subharmonics lest I become lost in it. I shall endeavour to translate the main body of it - "...you who we embrace as our favoured, look for our sign when we bestow the -" ARGH!

Wretched prognosticators, they can't do anything right. A simple bit of mind viewing and they mess up. Well, let's just break the fourth wall and smack Arhra out of it.

Arhra blinked, snapping out of her catatonic state. She felt as if some invisible, intangible force had just smacked her out of it and also was nagged by the vague recollection of something important that had happened which required her attention.

It was then she noticed her state of undress.

"EEEEE!" was Arhra's shrill cry as she grabbed the scanty undergarments left on the ground after the sailor fuku had decided to attach itself to Mauve Ma... Thief. Vanishing into a conveniently nearby alcove and keeping POS's overcoat draped over her shoulders, she donned her undergarments faster than seemed physically possible.

Feeling slightly more covered, Arhra set off looking to solve the mystery of where the rest of her clothes had dissappeared to. It was probably the fault of Newb or Pyros. Her eyes alighted on Mauve Thief, who was unmistakably wearing the sailor fuku.

With a cry of outrage, Arhra pounced. Mauve Thief suddenly found herself tackled by a scantily clad, enraged Arhra who was frenziedly tearing the sailor fuku off the thiefy one.

* * *

Yuri had found herself bemused by Fidem's disappearance. She hiccuped, trying to think of what to do next. A few random Gaians died in this time as they foolishly interrupted her booze hazed ponderings. Then Fidem solved the problem by creating his evil vortex of undoubted evilness (evil!). Yuri watched the Gaian near here die with some interest as she soaked up the (evil) radiation. Focusing on absorbing that, she edged closer, trying to judge if she could get to the (evil) black swirling vortex at its (evil) center without exceeding her absorption limit and harming herself.

[PhoenixFlame]

"How accurate are these parts to the original? You know... anatomically?"

An awkward silence fell between the two of them as Pedro's question dawned, the thoughts running through their respective minds being unknown even from this omniscient perspective. Pedro and Phoenix shuffled a bit and looked about the room uncomfortably until a perky, mechanized voice permeated the quiet.

"Er... Pretty close?" Phoenix coughed, blushing furiously as she realised the angle of Pedro's comment. Unfortuantely, she was wrong about professional maturity among CEO's.

"Wait," Rei pondered, "does this mean that, on top of being able to do all sorts of stuff like touch walls, pet animals, pick up cups, walk around, dance, lay about outside, and go fishing, I can also experience sexual intercourse? That is just neat! I can't think of a better way to gain insight into the organic psyche than to finally understand what it is that you humans are always obsessing about! This is going to be soooo much fun!"

"He... hee...." Phoenix fumed, chuckled, in a fit of embarassment, several sweatdrops running down her forehead at the same time.

"Since the two of you don't have any experience with this sort of thing, would you kindly let me assemble them alone?" Phoenix stammered in a low growl, through clinched teeth.

[POS Industries]

"Wait, does this mean that, on top of being able to do all sorts of stuff like touch walls, pet animals, pick up cups, walk around, dance, lay about outside, and go fishing, I can also experience sexual intercourse? That is just neat! I can't think of a better way to gain insight into the organic psyche than to finally understand what it is that you humans are always obsessing about! This is going to be soooo much fun!"

It was at that moment that the meaning of "R.E.I." officially changed from "Realistically Empathic Interface" to "Relatively Empathic Interface". The reason behind this, as the previous piece of dialogue illustrated, was that the truth was that Rei was in no way realistically empathic at all, otherwise her response during that terribly awkward moment between Pedro and Phoenix would not have been so... inopportune. However, it should be noted that the AI is relatively empathic when compared to other user interfaces such as Microsoft Windows XP.

Still, this revelation did not help anyone at the moment.

"Since the two of you don't have any experience with this sort of thing," the blushing technomancer growled, "would you kindly let me assemble them alone?"

POS couldn't have agreed more. "Have at it. However, you should still have Rei assist you. While I coded her from scratch, there's no consciousness available that could rattle off her system requirements as easily as her. Best to have insight from the AI's mouth. Incidently, I'd like to borrow Raven's assistance for a bit, if that's perfectly all right..."

Phoenix, who had already dived head first into her own project to escape the shameful happenings of only a moment before, simply nodded and muttered something under her breath about unprofessionalism and thinking with the wrong head.

And with that, Pedro turned and began to make his exit from the mech lab, passing by Mauve and the newly reinvigorated Arhra, who were busy wrestling around on the floor for whatever reason. Not breaking his stride in the slightest, he pulled his overcoat from the half-naked Arhra while she dealt with the task at hand and slung it over his shoulder after quickly making sure that all its contents were still in place. A split second later, he noticed a bizarre dog-man hybrid in a dress, who seemed to resemble Newb, approaching him and, before the creature could speak, POS addressed it.

"No."

Newb halted immediately and seemed to suddenly become slightly more rabbit-like as Pedro continued on his course out the door. The doors wooshing shut behind him, Pedro called out into the air. "Raven?"

"Whatcha need, buddy?" Phoenix's own personal AI responded.

"I have a battery that needs some serious charging. Care to help me out?"

[mauve]

This HAS to be Ecurt's fault somehow, Mauve thought crossly as her face was forcibly introduced to the floor. I don't know why, but it must be.

Mauve managed to grab the hem of the dress Newb had given her, and forced into Ahrha's arms.

"Here! Sheez! Clothing!" she said, pushing Ahrha away. "You're gonna kill me for the sailor fuku?! Sheez! It's yours! I'll GIVE it to you! Trust me, I'm wearing it against my will!" Mauve ran off to some isloated, non-security-cameread spot. A moment later, she returned wearing her blue thief outfit. She dumped the fuku into Ahrha's hands.

"All yours," she said, happy to get rid of the thing.