NPF Avatars: The Champion of Order - Page 5

mauve · 06-25-2006, 02:01 PM

"D'oh," Mauve said to herself, recovering from her initial shock at being killed, brought back to life, and transported back to the NPF. "I didn't get to do anything godmoddy. I guess I shoulda actually tried to DO something during that last battle. And now it's too late. Unless Raiden decides to pull a 'I'm A God And You Totally Didn't Hurt Me' move."

"Oh well." She held one fist above her head and stood on one foot in an traditional Anime Girl Victory Pose. "Next game, I'm gonna blow something up! I solemnly swear it upon the graves of my ancestors!" She lowered her hand and looked down at the ground. "I wonder where my ancestors are buried."

She stood silently for a long moment, reflecting on past events. The unmasking of Otaku Son. Raiden's transformation. Raiden's apparent defeat. The bag of gummi bears that was hopefully still on her dresser. So many things to think about.

Suddenly, she realized that she wasn't alone. Dark Twiddy had sidled up to her while she had been wondering if gummi bears could go stale after extended periods of time, and whether they'd still be yummy if they did. Mauve crossed her arms and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Oh great. And now Captain Egomaniac decides to come over and point out my many flaws. Yeah. This is JUST what I need. Mauve considered going for her knives before the Dark One had a chance to react, but then she remembered that her first knife had been crushed in Raiden's fist and the second one was lying on the floor in the throne room somewhere. Poo. Of course I have to get the guy with the high magic defense. Oh well, I'll just have to improvise.

Mauve was just trying to remember if she still had a piano wire in her pocket of near-infinite holding when Dark Twiddy decided to speak.

“Hey Mauve…" Here it goes. My moment of pseudo-tranquility will abruptly end in flames and blood. "...would you like to go to the Archmage Dance with me?”

Mauve automatically opened her mouth to say "Yeah? Well I didn't see YOU do much during that battle either, Sir Faints-A-Lot!!" but luckily she caught herself. She stared blankly at him for a moment.

No snide remarks? No infuriating little comments about her powers? What was wrong with him now??

"Who are you and what have you done with Dark Twiddy?" Mauve asked.

Darth SS · 06-26-2006, 02:01 PM

Darth got off the wall and nodded.

"Good show everyone."

And then he went home.

Arhra · 06-27-2006, 09:20 AM

During that brief period of non-existence, Arhra found herself floating in a void, blind but able to sense the slow, stately, absurd, ponderous movements of the unthinkably tremendous things around her and hear the thumping beat of their ungainly dance. As much of an oxymoron as it is to exist anywhere while not existing, Arhra seemed to have managed this feat.

She asked the first question that came to mind, "Why am I here?" As for the most obvious question, she already knew the answer.

To remind you. came the reply of one of the other presences. Raiden is being dealt with as we speak. As to the other matter, you know what you must do. When the time comes, be ready.

It was quite amazing the way the presence had managed to avoid saying anything particularly informative as if it knew there was a risk of dramatic cutaway things. You'd almost think this was an old plot twist used in a half hearted attempt to garner interest.

Arhra didn't get a chance to get a reply in. She found herself unceremoniously whisked back to reality. "Damn voices and their need to get the last word word in." Arhra grumbled. Still, finding themselves back on their regular planet, Arhra decided she'd better find out where Yuri had gotten to.

Locating the building Yuri was in, Arhra discovered there were actually downsides to being tall. The height increasing praise lavished upon her by her loyal minions had put her at a little under ten feet tall. Thankfully, after squeezing through the door, Arhra found she could stand upright, if just.

Yuri was slumped against a wall, dozing. The last of the hobo-ism seemed to have worn off her. Arhra carefully prodded her awake.

"Arhra!" Even bleary and worse the wear from drunken hoboness, Yuri was still disgustingly happy and upbeat. Yuri looked puzzled, "When did you get so tall?"

Being as her short stature had been a mysteriously sensitive issue with her, Arhra beamed, and straightened up to pose. Unfortunately, she didn't realise that Yuri's words had inched her height up just enough for here to crack her skull on the ceiling.

As Arhra went to into a crouch, clutching the back of her head in pain, Yuri kept speaking, "Oh, you wanted to be tall, but it must be inconvenient being really giant like that. You look down on everyone and you're too big for most normal rooms. Arhra, are you getting taller? I thought you were happy just being giant, not absolutely ginormous like you're getting. Do you want to be a titan or something? I think they're pretty picky but you'll be big in the tallness department. Heh, get it - You're really big and tall!"

Arhra was about to say something, but her growing back pressed against the ceiling and knocked her down again.

Yuir looked concerned, blithely unaware she was the cause of Arhra's problems, "Arhra you might want to stop growing. You're too large to get out of the house! Are you planning to nest in there like some giant bird or something? Don't you think you're too huge? You're taking up the entire room!" Yuri had at this point prudently relocated into another room and was looking in through the doorway. Arhra was trying to say something, but in her awkward, cramped position, she was finding it difficult to breathe.

"Arhra! Why are you getting so colossally, massively, gigantically tremendously -" Something had to give. The roof did. Arhra stood unsteadily, rising to her full height and looking like she might be about to engage in some city scale destruction. And then suddenly the ground was rushing up at her.

Arhra was back to her original size. Swaying a bit as she caught her breath, Arhra wondered what the hell had just happened. Yuri handily provided an exposition. "I didn't know what to do so I tried to use the last of the magic you'd lent me to fix it. You're not still getting taller are you?"

Arhra noted that there seemed to be no size change when Yuri said that. Looked like it had been cured. She sighed. It had been far too long since she'd last gotten to work as a city destroying giant monster. Seemed that she would have to wait yet again, "Er, thanks Yuri. Now let's get to that feast." Yuri beamed. And so the pair walked off, towards a bright future and a fine buffet.

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Summaries!
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Yuri eventually ended up moving in with Arhra. Arhra's home had plenty of room and she felt some vague nagging responsibility for Yuri's welfare, seeing how she had been the one to emancipate her. Arhra did wonder where the Magical Girl kept finding that maid's outfit though.

The class action that Arhra had launched gained a lot of momentum, eventually coming to a generous settlement despite Raiden's attempt at an insanity plee. It considerably enriched everyone who'd jumped on the bandwagon. Thankfully for Raiden, a second lawsuit for willfully endangering the universe launched by others sensing weakness was overturned.

The small underground dwelling critters that had made Arhra their queen squabbled about what to do now she had disappeared, along with all those other servants of their queen who had been fighting the strange glowing person. Their queen had obviously departed after removing this threat. After deep thought, they declared Arhra their goddess.

Finally, a single Gaian troll that had survived the cullings and lurked in the sewers of the NPF had its miserable life abruptly cut short by a high velocity roof tile that had been launched by Arhra's roof bursting.

Life went on.

POS Industries · 06-27-2006, 01:42 PM

And then the world was saved..... somehow. Raiden now (somehow) returned to his old self, the NPFers returned to their realm and moved on to go their seperate ways. Having nowhere to go for the time being, Pedro O'Sullivan returned with Phoenix to the Isparalian for a bit, now aglow with the strong desire to help everyone he could for the next few hours or so until the Heart ring's effect wore off. But oh so much good he could do in those few hours!

"I'm going to give it all away," he announced happily to the occupants of the ship's bridge.

"Eh," Phoenix said confusedly, sitting in her captain's chair, "Give what away, exactly?"

"The money! Every red cent! I'm going to feed the hungry and clothe the naked and all that sort of thing! Wish me luck!" And with that, he rushed off the bridge to retrieve his fortune from the dimensional pocket in which he had stored it so that bastards like Pyros, Arhra, or the whole lot of the rest of them couldn't take it or destroy it to screw him over in the end like they all want to, the bastards.

Phoenix simply looked over at Raven and shrugged as they set course to wherever the hell it is they were going, "I give him ten minutes before he changes his mind and buys out Apple just for shits and giggles."

Eight minutes later, POS arrived in the small office that he had occupied shortly before leaving for Gaia all those couple hours ago. Brings back memories, doesn't it? Anyway, as he activated the terminal in hopes of retrieving the duffel bag full of millions of dollars, a voice chimed in from seemingly nowhere at all.

"Pe-chan?" Rei called to him happily.

"Oh, hello Rei," Pedro responded with equal merry, "What can I do for you?"

"Well," the Relatively Empathic Interface continued, "You asked me to play a recorded message back to you as soon as you came back to this office. So, I'm going to just go ahead and do that now. Want me to make popcorn?"

Pedro paused for a moment, trying to recall exactly what was on the message just as his own image appeared on the large monitor behind him. "Hello me," the past POS greeted his future incarnation cheerfully, "Meet the real me, and my requisite Megadeth reference!"

And it all suddenly came back to him.

"Now," the recording continued, "I realize that, having used the Negative Heart Crusher attack, you have found yourself in quite a predicament. As I'm sure you're aware, you have been affected by our ring's power and thus have an overwhelming need to do the right thing. Given this, logic dictates that your first order of business is to give away all your money. Sure, if you did that there might not be a hungry naked person for miles, but for how long. Food digests, clothes get worn out, and next thing you know the poor are back where they started.

"So here's my offer: Give away a fraction of it, perhaps ten percent. The other ninety percent will be more than enough for us to restart POS Industries in its former glory, perhaps far greater than that, even. We then dedicate a share of the profits to charitable causes and the money keeps flowing to those who need it for as long as we're in business. It's really the smart way to go, considering the long term."

The recorded Pedro's pleasant demeanor didn't change, but for a small glint in his eye as he continued. "I can assure you," he smiled, "that you won't regret this, especially if you just sit back for the next few hours and let me handle it when I return to my old self again. After all, I'm sure that you recall what we were like just days ago, when we were broke. I'm sure you can still see the faces of all the people we hurt, hear their screams. That was us having to survive, friend. Do you want to go back to that? We don't have to, you know, because there is no self-sacrifice here. Give away that money, throw us back into poverty, and I will do everything I have to in order to get by. Not only that, but I'll go further just to spite you. It doesn't bother me, but deep down I know it will bother you, just as I'm sure it's bothering you now.

"There is no self-sacrifice for us, Pedro. Only the sacrifice of others. If you don't do exactly as I say, their blood will be on your hands, one way or another." The recorded POS leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "I'm sure you'll do the right thing. See you soon."

As the recording ended, Pedro simply sat silent and unmoving, and remained that way for the next several hours.

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EPILOGUE!
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POS Industries International, a model of corporate success unlike anything the world had ever seen. Utilizing the private financial gains of Pedro O'Sullivan, a successful partnership with PhoenixCorp, and the backing of a silent (though godly) partner, POS Industries had risen from the ashes to attain a government contract with the NPF to rebuild its capital city after the devastation of the Raiden/Gaian conflict. PhoenixCorp's resources and technology had allowed for the construction of far stronger confines for the Kurosen, and a nigh infinite flow of labor from Gaia had hastened its construction. There were various accusations that the Gaians were being used as slave labor, but most of the citizens of NPF didn't seem to care, unsurpisingly.

As for Gaia itself, rumor has it that the entire place is now a parking lot for the Denny's across the street, though no one from NPF has bothered to go there and find out for themselves, regardless of their delicious Grand Slam breakfast combos.

As for POS Industries, the company branched out rather quickly into every field imaginable and now, in one way or another, ultimately owns over half of NPF City now. With the exception of the occasional photo op, Pedro O'Sullivan is rarely seen outside his office, high atop the POS Industries head office building on the far edge of town.

Those who have seen him, however, note that he usually spends most of the day wallowing in his opulence and cackling maniacally.

The Wizard Who Did It · 06-29-2006, 01:52 PM

OOC: At four days late, is it really worth it? Meh.

IC: The Dark Wizard stood speechless before the Mauve colored mage. He had no idea what to say. His mind was frozen, he couldn�t think. Thoughts went into his head only to be forgotten milliseconds later. A few seconds passed before the Dark Wizard knew he had to say something. Anything.

He opened his mouth, and began to speak. He had no idea what he wanted to say. His words came out slowly, clumsily, faltering and tumbling out at random moments, �I am� Dark Twiddy. But I� almost� forgot that� I should� not� ask� you� to the dance� because you�re� such� a bad� mage�. Yeah.�

� Must not cry. Must not cry. Must not cry. Must not cry�
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The Wizard stared around him. The countless goddesses around him stared menacingly back. He shifted his weight, ready to move. The ground scratched softly beneath his feet. The sound echoed throughout the now silent halls. The Wizard sniffed, smelling murderous intent. His eyes squinted, and he tried to see a way out. He saw no openings, so no way he could take the numerous gods around him. He didn�t have the time. With a sigh, he gave up all hope. One last thing he had to ask first�

�See, although I�ve been wanting to become a god for a long time, I haven�t really thought about it very much. As such, I ask you now��

The Wizard took a deep breath and looked into the eyes of the now married Fire God. �Who in their right mind would ever worship me?�

PyrosNine · 06-29-2006, 06:04 PM

"Oh, I never said worship you, but there is a widespread belief that if something happens that defies all logic and reason, a wizard did it. So hence, alot of people believe in a person who makes the sun set, the grass grow, makes cows fall from the sky, makes the light dissappear when the fridge closes, is the cause for supposed gaps in plotlines, and why Xena used a fifth knife to kill that guy, when the previous scene showed that there were only four knifes at hand m-hay, m-haven."

Asheth explained this as she held Ecurt's arm, and an old priest stood before them. The Priest suddenly motioned for her attention.

"Oh, he says 'I do'. Ignore what he's actually saying. Y'know, he's one of those crazy people."

Asheth turned back to Twiddy. "You see, worship isn't the point of it. It is the bare act of faith, faux or not, on a being on whom little evidence points to existing. So, thou are believed in, just not worshipped. Now bend over before they decided to hit you somewhere other than the cushions of your rear end."

Truce · 06-29-2006, 08:04 PM

It was right about now that Ecurt realized what Asheth was trying to do.

It was also right about now that he realized just how screwed he'd be if this ceremony occured.

There was no way he could get married-not to Asheth. Something had to be done. And something was. Not by him, of course, but from Poseidon and Thor.

Neither of them could stand the thought of their precious Fire Goddess to make such a pact with someone who wasn't a god. And so, they each set out a plan, to switch themselves with Ecurt at the last moment. However, their magic interfered with one another's, and instead of switching themselves with Ecurt, the wage-slave traded places with the most emo person currently in existence.

Ecurt blinked, suddenly finding himself in front of Mauve Mage. "...what am I doing here?"

mauve · 06-30-2006, 02:15 AM

“I am… Dark Twiddy. But I… almost… forgot that… I should… not… ask… you… to the dance… because you’re… such… a bad… mage…. Yeah.” Mauve stared blankly at the Dark One. Because you're such a bad mage? That was it?

"Sheez. Raiden really hit you hard, didn't he?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She thought out loud: "It must have knocked the dickishness right out of you. Does that mean the nice one is now a jerk?" Dark Twiddy didn't answer, nor did he even seem to aknowledge her question. In fact, he looked ready to cry.

It was probably a result of Rhiya's chaos blast, Mauve thought to herself. In addition to separating the three Wizards, it must have messed with their personalities.

And now he looked like he was going to bawl. Mauve shifted uncomfortably.

"Hey, uh... Are you okay?" Twiddy didn't answer, but that was probably because he was being replaced by a frantic-looking, tux-clad Ecurt.

Ecurt blinked in incomprehension, seemingly as surprised as she was.

"...what am I doing here?" he asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Mauve replied. "But I'll bet we could find a way to blame it on Pyros."

PyrosNine · 06-30-2006, 02:45 AM

Asheth looked down at the whimpering Dark Twiddy. "Twid. I think your detached third has just attempted to not only steal me from Ecurt on our wedding, but also make it so Ecurt will suffer the pain of a thousand deaths full of agonizing, excruciation pain because of it. HE MUST DIE!"
Asheth reached down into her wedding dress and pulled out the WoO, or the "Whip of Ouchies." (Not to be confused with a Whip of Obedience.)

Meanwhile, Thor and Poseidon stared each other down. "You have just meddled with my anti-marriage efforts, Hammerman, may I ask why?"

"I should ask the same thing, waterdweller, for I was most certainly trying to keep the women upon whom I defied fate and survived Ragnarok for from marrying a Bizzare, back from hell duckboy in a tux!"

"Well, we were in agreement from our desire, but what say you now that it's been resolved and now there's only her, you, and me?"

"I say my hammer will shrink our number by one, unless he doesn't leave immediately."

"Very well then. A FIGHT TO THE HORSE IT IS!"

Both deities pulled out their respective weapons, The Norse god with his hammer, and the Greek God with his trident. A crowd of gods and mythological party crashers came to watch as the two circled one another, sizing each other up.

"FEEL MY WRATH!"
"HYARRR!"

They each made a mighty swing of their blades, but it was all for naught, as Asheth wrapped her whip about the crying frame of Dark Twiddy and hurled him away, causing him to smack into the dueling gods. They all fell to the ground, and were set upon by Asheth with both whip and giant wooden mallet.

"You've ruined it! You've ruined my special day! I kILLL JUU! I KILL YOU DEAD! TWICE!"

GARUD · 06-30-2006, 05:31 AM

Garud looked around.

"So this is the end of the RP? Enjoy it gentle readers/listeners/psychopaths for this, this is a story with madness. And you are probable wondering... whatever happened to Raiden? What was the creator's involvement in this? Why does Pyros want to marry Ecurt? Well, long story short, Raiden ended up on the streets, a hobo, but still managed to get richer than Fenris, the creator actually lost in strip poker and didn't want to show his bits so he sent Otaku on a rampage to distract his card buddies, and Pyros? Well, who knows why Pyros does what he does? Goodbye, and well wishes from us at NPF folkes."

"Garud, why are you talking to the lampost?"

"Up yours, THATS WHY! Stupid Thorque."

06-25-2006, 02:01 PM	#41
mauve So Dreamy Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Someplace magical Posts: 6,863	"D'oh," Mauve said to herself, recovering from her initial shock at being killed, brought back to life, and transported back to the NPF. "I didn't get to do anything godmoddy. I guess I shoulda actually tried to DO something during that last battle. And now it's too late. Unless Raiden decides to pull a 'I'm A God And You Totally Didn't Hurt Me' move." "Oh well." She held one fist above her head and stood on one foot in an traditional Anime Girl Victory Pose. "Next game, I'm gonna blow something up! I solemnly swear it upon the graves of my ancestors!" She lowered her hand and looked down at the ground. "I wonder where my ancestors are buried." She stood silently for a long moment, reflecting on past events. The unmasking of Otaku Son. Raiden's transformation. Raiden's apparent defeat. The bag of gummi bears that was hopefully still on her dresser. So many things to think about. Suddenly, she realized that she wasn't alone. Dark Twiddy had sidled up to her while she had been wondering if gummi bears could go stale after extended periods of time, and whether they'd still be yummy if they did. Mauve crossed her arms and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Oh great. And now Captain Egomaniac decides to come over and point out my many flaws. Yeah. This is JUST what I need. Mauve considered going for her knives before the Dark One had a chance to react, but then she remembered that her first knife had been crushed in Raiden's fist and the second one was lying on the floor in the throne room somewhere. Poo. Of course I have to get the guy with the high magic defense. Oh well, I'll just have to improvise. Mauve was just trying to remember if she still had a piano wire in her pocket of near-infinite holding when Dark Twiddy decided to speak. “Hey Mauve…" Here it goes. My moment of pseudo-tranquility will abruptly end in flames and blood. "...would you like to go to the Archmage Dance with me?” Mauve automatically opened her mouth to say "Yeah? Well I didn't see YOU do much during that battle either, Sir Faints-A-Lot!!" but luckily she caught herself. She stared blankly at him for a moment. No snide remarks? No infuriating little comments about her powers? What was wrong with him now?? "Who are you and what have you done with Dark Twiddy?" Mauve asked. __________________ Yoo Hoo! Last edited by mauve; 06-25-2006 at 02:03 PM.

06-27-2006, 09:20 AM	#43
Arhra Ara ara! Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Neo Venezia Posts: 5,013	During that brief period of non-existence, Arhra found herself floating in a void, blind but able to sense the slow, stately, absurd, ponderous movements of the unthinkably tremendous things around her and hear the thumping beat of their ungainly dance. As much of an oxymoron as it is to exist anywhere while not existing, Arhra seemed to have managed this feat. She asked the first question that came to mind, "Why am I here?" As for the most obvious question, she already knew the answer. To remind you. came the reply of one of the other presences. Raiden is being dealt with as we speak. As to the other matter, you know what you must do. When the time comes, be ready. It was quite amazing the way the presence had managed to avoid saying anything particularly informative as if it knew there was a risk of dramatic cutaway things. You'd almost think this was an old plot twist used in a half hearted attempt to garner interest. Arhra didn't get a chance to get a reply in. She found herself unceremoniously whisked back to reality. "Damn voices and their need to get the last word word in." Arhra grumbled. Still, finding themselves back on their regular planet, Arhra decided she'd better find out where Yuri had gotten to. Locating the building Yuri was in, Arhra discovered there were actually downsides to being tall. The height increasing praise lavished upon her by her loyal minions had put her at a little under ten feet tall. Thankfully, after squeezing through the door, Arhra found she could stand upright, if just. Yuri was slumped against a wall, dozing. The last of the hobo-ism seemed to have worn off her. Arhra carefully prodded her awake. "Arhra!" Even bleary and worse the wear from drunken hoboness, Yuri was still disgustingly happy and upbeat. Yuri looked puzzled, "When did you get so tall?" Being as her short stature had been a mysteriously sensitive issue with her, Arhra beamed, and straightened up to pose. Unfortunately, she didn't realise that Yuri's words had inched her height up just enough for here to crack her skull on the ceiling. As Arhra went to into a crouch, clutching the back of her head in pain, Yuri kept speaking, "Oh, you wanted to be tall, but it must be inconvenient being really giant like that. You look down on everyone and you're too big for most normal rooms. Arhra, are you getting taller? I thought you were happy just being giant, not absolutely ginormous like you're getting. Do you want to be a titan or something? I think they're pretty picky but you'll be big in the tallness department. Heh, get it - You're really big and tall!" Arhra was about to say something, but her growing back pressed against the ceiling and knocked her down again. Yuir looked concerned, blithely unaware she was the cause of Arhra's problems, "Arhra you might want to stop growing. You're too large to get out of the house! Are you planning to nest in there like some giant bird or something? Don't you think you're too huge? You're taking up the entire room!" Yuri had at this point prudently relocated into another room and was looking in through the doorway. Arhra was trying to say something, but in her awkward, cramped position, she was finding it difficult to breathe. "Arhra! Why are you getting so colossally, massively, gigantically tremendously -" Something had to give. The roof did. Arhra stood unsteadily, rising to her full height and looking like she might be about to engage in some city scale destruction. And then suddenly the ground was rushing up at her. Arhra was back to her original size. Swaying a bit as she caught her breath, Arhra wondered what the hell had just happened. Yuri handily provided an exposition. "I didn't know what to do so I tried to use the last of the magic you'd lent me to fix it. You're not still getting taller are you?" Arhra noted that there seemed to be no size change when Yuri said that. Looked like it had been cured. She sighed. It had been far too long since she'd last gotten to work as a city destroying giant monster. Seemed that she would have to wait yet again, "Er, thanks Yuri. Now let's get to that feast." Yuri beamed. And so the pair walked off, towards a bright future and a fine buffet. * * * Summaries! * * * Yuri eventually ended up moving in with Arhra. Arhra's home had plenty of room and she felt some vague nagging responsibility for Yuri's welfare, seeing how she had been the one to emancipate her. Arhra did wonder where the Magical Girl kept finding that maid's outfit though. The class action that Arhra had launched gained a lot of momentum, eventually coming to a generous settlement despite Raiden's attempt at an insanity plee. It considerably enriched everyone who'd jumped on the bandwagon. Thankfully for Raiden, a second lawsuit for willfully endangering the universe launched by others sensing weakness was overturned. The small underground dwelling critters that had made Arhra their queen squabbled about what to do now she had disappeared, along with all those other servants of their queen who had been fighting the strange glowing person. Their queen had obviously departed after removing this threat. After deep thought, they declared Arhra their goddess. Finally, a single Gaian troll that had survived the cullings and lurked in the sewers of the NPF had its miserable life abruptly cut short by a high velocity roof tile that had been launched by Arhra's roof bursting. Life went on. __________________ This post is a good source of Ara ara, ufufu.* These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This post is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease. 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06-27-2006, 01:42 PM	#44
POS Industries Argus Agony Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Gotta go fishing! Posts: 10,483	And then the world was saved..... somehow. Raiden now (somehow) returned to his old self, the NPFers returned to their realm and moved on to go their seperate ways. Having nowhere to go for the time being, Pedro O'Sullivan returned with Phoenix to the Isparalian for a bit, now aglow with the strong desire to help everyone he could for the next few hours or so until the Heart ring's effect wore off. But oh so much good he could do in those few hours! "I'm going to give it all away," he announced happily to the occupants of the ship's bridge. "Eh," Phoenix said confusedly, sitting in her captain's chair, "Give what away, exactly?" "The money! Every red cent! I'm going to feed the hungry and clothe the naked and all that sort of thing! Wish me luck!" And with that, he rushed off the bridge to retrieve his fortune from the dimensional pocket in which he had stored it so that bastards like Pyros, Arhra, or the whole lot of the rest of them couldn't take it or destroy it to screw him over in the end like they all want to, the bastards. Phoenix simply looked over at Raven and shrugged as they set course to wherever the hell it is they were going, "I give him ten minutes before he changes his mind and buys out Apple just for shits and giggles." Eight minutes later, POS arrived in the small office that he had occupied shortly before leaving for Gaia all those couple hours ago. Brings back memories, doesn't it? Anyway, as he activated the terminal in hopes of retrieving the duffel bag full of millions of dollars, a voice chimed in from seemingly nowhere at all. "Pe-chan?" Rei called to him happily. "Oh, hello Rei," Pedro responded with equal merry, "What can I do for you?" "Well," the Relatively Empathic Interface continued, "You asked me to play a recorded message back to you as soon as you came back to this office. So, I'm going to just go ahead and do that now. Want me to make popcorn?" Pedro paused for a moment, trying to recall exactly what was on the message just as his own image appeared on the large monitor behind him. "Hello me," the past POS greeted his future incarnation cheerfully, "Meet the real me, and my requisite Megadeth reference!" And it all suddenly came back to him. "Now," the recording continued, "I realize that, having used the Negative Heart Crusher attack, you have found yourself in quite a predicament. As I'm sure you're aware, you have been affected by our ring's power and thus have an overwhelming need to do the right thing. Given this, logic dictates that your first order of business is to give away all your money. Sure, if you did that there might not be a hungry naked person for miles, but for how long. Food digests, clothes get worn out, and next thing you know the poor are back where they started. "So here's my offer: Give away a fraction of it, perhaps ten percent. The other ninety percent will be more than enough for us to restart POS Industries in its former glory, perhaps far greater than that, even. We then dedicate a share of the profits to charitable causes and the money keeps flowing to those who need it for as long as we're in business. It's really the smart way to go, considering the long term." The recorded Pedro's pleasant demeanor didn't change, but for a small glint in his eye as he continued. "I can assure you," he smiled, "that you won't regret this, especially if you just sit back for the next few hours and let me handle it when I return to my old self again. After all, I'm sure that you recall what we were like just days ago, when we were broke. I'm sure you can still see the faces of all the people we hurt, hear their screams. That was us having to survive, friend. Do you want to go back to that? We don't have to, you know, because there is no self-sacrifice here. Give away that money, throw us back into poverty, and I will do everything I have to in order to get by. Not only that, but I'll go further just to spite you. It doesn't bother me, but deep down I know it will bother you, just as I'm sure it's bothering you now. "There is no self-sacrifice for us, Pedro. Only the sacrifice of others. If you don't do exactly as I say, their blood will be on your hands, one way or another." The recorded POS leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "I'm sure you'll do the right thing. See you soon." As the recording ended, Pedro simply sat silent and unmoving, and remained that way for the next several hours. ---------- EPILOGUE! ---------- POS Industries International, a model of corporate success unlike anything the world had ever seen. Utilizing the private financial gains of Pedro O'Sullivan, a successful partnership with PhoenixCorp, and the backing of a silent (though godly) partner, POS Industries had risen from the ashes to attain a government contract with the NPF to rebuild its capital city after the devastation of the Raiden/Gaian conflict. PhoenixCorp's resources and technology had allowed for the construction of far stronger confines for the Kurosen, and a nigh infinite flow of labor from Gaia had hastened its construction. There were various accusations that the Gaians were being used as slave labor, but most of the citizens of NPF didn't seem to care, unsurpisingly. As for Gaia itself, rumor has it that the entire place is now a parking lot for the Denny's across the street, though no one from NPF has bothered to go there and find out for themselves, regardless of their delicious Grand Slam breakfast combos. As for POS Industries, the company branched out rather quickly into every field imaginable and now, in one way or another, ultimately owns over half of NPF City now. With the exception of the occasional photo op, Pedro O'Sullivan is rarely seen outside his office, high atop the POS Industries head office building on the far edge of town. Those who have seen him, however, note that he usually spends most of the day wallowing in his opulence and cackling maniacally. __________________ Either you're dead or my watch has stopped.

06-29-2006, 01:52 PM	#45
The Wizard Who Did It The End of Evolution Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: Some call it hell; I call it home. Posts: 1,822	OOC: At four days late, is it really worth it? Meh. IC: The Dark Wizard stood speechless before the Mauve colored mage. He had no idea what to say. His mind was frozen, he couldn�t think. Thoughts went into his head only to be forgotten milliseconds later. A few seconds passed before the Dark Wizard knew he had to say something. Anything. He opened his mouth, and began to speak. He had no idea what he wanted to say. His words came out slowly, clumsily, faltering and tumbling out at random moments, �I am� Dark Twiddy. But I� almost� forgot that� I should� not� ask� you� to the dance� because you�re� such� a bad� mage�. Yeah.� � Must not cry. Must not cry. Must not cry. Must not cry� ------------------- The Wizard stared around him. The countless goddesses around him stared menacingly back. He shifted his weight, ready to move. The ground scratched softly beneath his feet. The sound echoed throughout the now silent halls. The Wizard sniffed, smelling murderous intent. His eyes squinted, and he tried to see a way out. He saw no openings, so no way he could take the numerous gods around him. He didn�t have the time. With a sigh, he gave up all hope. One last thing he had to ask first� �See, although I�ve been wanting to become a god for a long time, I haven�t really thought about it very much. As such, I ask you now�� The Wizard took a deep breath and looked into the eyes of the now married Fire God. �Who in their right mind would ever worship me?� __________________ And this world's smartest man means no more to me than does its smartest termite. ~Dr. Manhattan

06-29-2006, 06:04 PM	#46
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	"Oh, I never said worship you, but there is a widespread belief that if something happens that defies all logic and reason, a wizard did it. So hence, alot of people believe in a person who makes the sun set, the grass grow, makes cows fall from the sky, makes the light dissappear when the fridge closes, is the cause for supposed gaps in plotlines, and why Xena used a fifth knife to kill that guy, when the previous scene showed that there were only four knifes at hand m-hay, m-haven." Asheth explained this as she held Ecurt's arm, and an old priest stood before them. The Priest suddenly motioned for her attention. "Oh, he says 'I do'. Ignore what he's actually saying. Y'know, he's one of those crazy people." Asheth turned back to Twiddy. "You see, worship isn't the point of it. It is the bare act of faith, faux or not, on a being on whom little evidence points to existing. So, thou are believed in, just not worshipped. Now bend over before they decided to hit you somewhere other than the cushions of your rear end." __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

06-29-2006, 08:04 PM	#47
Truce Lakitu Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 3,856	It was right about now that Ecurt realized what Asheth was trying to do. It was also right about now that he realized just how screwed he'd be if this ceremony occured. There was no way he could get married-not to Asheth. Something had to be done. And something was. Not by him, of course, but from Poseidon and Thor. Neither of them could stand the thought of their precious Fire Goddess to make such a pact with someone who wasn't a god. And so, they each set out a plan, to switch themselves with Ecurt at the last moment. However, their magic interfered with one another's, and instead of switching themselves with Ecurt, the wage-slave traded places with the most emo person currently in existence. Ecurt blinked, suddenly finding himself in front of Mauve Mage. "...what am I doing here?"

06-30-2006, 02:15 AM	#48
mauve So Dreamy Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Someplace magical Posts: 6,863	“I am… Dark Twiddy. But I… almost… forgot that… I should… not… ask… you… to the dance… because you’re… such… a bad… mage…. Yeah.” Mauve stared blankly at the Dark One. Because you're such a bad mage? That was it? "Sheez. Raiden really hit you hard, didn't he?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She thought out loud: "It must have knocked the dickishness right out of you. Does that mean the nice one is now a jerk?" Dark Twiddy didn't answer, nor did he even seem to aknowledge her question. In fact, he looked ready to cry. It was probably a result of Rhiya's chaos blast, Mauve thought to herself. In addition to separating the three Wizards, it must have messed with their personalities. And now he looked like he was going to bawl. Mauve shifted uncomfortably. "Hey, uh... Are you okay?" Twiddy didn't answer, but that was probably because he was being replaced by a frantic-looking, tux-clad Ecurt. Ecurt blinked in incomprehension, seemingly as surprised as she was. "...what am I doing here?" he asked. "Your guess is as good as mine," Mauve replied. "But I'll bet we could find a way to blame it on Pyros." __________________ Yoo Hoo!

06-30-2006, 02:45 AM	#49
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	Asheth looked down at the whimpering Dark Twiddy. "Twid. I think your detached third has just attempted to not only steal me from Ecurt on our wedding, but also make it so Ecurt will suffer the pain of a thousand deaths full of agonizing, excruciation pain because of it. HE MUST DIE!" Asheth reached down into her wedding dress and pulled out the WoO, or the "Whip of Ouchies." (Not to be confused with a Whip of Obedience.) Meanwhile, Thor and Poseidon stared each other down. "You have just meddled with my anti-marriage efforts, Hammerman, may I ask why?" "I should ask the same thing, waterdweller, for I was most certainly trying to keep the women upon whom I defied fate and survived Ragnarok for from marrying a Bizzare, back from hell duckboy in a tux!" "Well, we were in agreement from our desire, but what say you now that it's been resolved and now there's only her, you, and me?" "I say my hammer will shrink our number by one, unless he doesn't leave immediately." "Very well then. A FIGHT TO THE HORSE IT IS!" Both deities pulled out their respective weapons, The Norse god with his hammer, and the Greek God with his trident. A crowd of gods and mythological party crashers came to watch as the two circled one another, sizing each other up. "FEEL MY WRATH!" "HYARRR!" They each made a mighty swing of their blades, but it was all for naught, as Asheth wrapped her whip about the crying frame of Dark Twiddy and hurled him away, causing him to smack into the dueling gods. They all fell to the ground, and were set upon by Asheth with both whip and giant wooden mallet. "You've ruined it! You've ruined my special day! I kILLL JUU! I KILL YOU DEAD! TWICE!" __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

06-30-2006, 05:31 AM	#50
GARUD Demon Slayer and Ass Kicker Join Date: May 2005 Location: Hell... and demons are my bitches Posts: 1,460	Garud looked around. "So this is the end of the RP? Enjoy it gentle readers/listeners/psychopaths for this, this is a story with madness. And you are probable wondering... whatever happened to Raiden? What was the creator's involvement in this? Why does Pyros want to marry Ecurt? Well, long story short, Raiden ended up on the streets, a hobo, but still managed to get richer than Fenris, the creator actually lost in strip poker and didn't want to show his bits so he sent Otaku on a rampage to distract his card buddies, and Pyros? Well, who knows why Pyros does what he does? Goodbye, and well wishes from us at NPF folkes." "Garud, why are you talking to the lampost?" "Up yours, THATS WHY! Stupid Thorque." __________________ Just a post made by your neighborhood ~~friendly DEMON SLAYER~~ jerk PSYCHO KILLER! ~Awesome Avatar by Mauve.