NPF Avatars: Because They All Hate Me

[Raiden]

"Mr. Rogers is the devil."

Raiden was suspended above the water, using his natural electromagnetism to push against the iron ores deep under the ground. His fists became filled with electricity.

"Jumping would be recommended."

He let the ball of lightning drop, and it touched the water. The screams of pain from the weird creatures echoed through the tunnels.

[mammothtank]

"Huh? What again?" MT turned around and noticed that three of the slime dragons had somehow caught up with them. "Oh no, not again! I think I'm gonna - ...hey, wait..." He suddenly realized that he hadn't noticed the dragons until he'd seen them, meaning he hadn't smelled them. Somehow, the Ribbon he was now wearing protected him from the dragons' stench. He donned a sly grin as he drew both Silver weapons. "Okay, you drooling blobs of crap, bring it on!"

[Bailey]

As Ilgivan watched, a blinking, rolling object hit the top slime, and was absorbed into it.

"Duck and cover!"

Newb threw himself to the ground as the explosive detonated

[Truce]

Ecurt, while being the farthest away from the Slime Dragons, also had the advantage of being behind MT. "IT'S MEATSHIELD TIME!" He yelled, ducking behind the ribbon wearing hero.

[GARUD]

Garud had his staff held over an unsuspecting Melfice's head when the path behind them collapsed. The sorceror made a regretful sigh, and withdrew to Rhyia's side.

"Is your wing alright? Are you hurt?"

Garud paused for a moment.

"Would you like me to re-open the path for us?"

[Darth SS]

Darth leapt into the air and slammed his dagger into the cave wall, and literally just dangled off of the wall. But his dagger was starting to slide back out, and there was a lot of deadly charge below.

"Oh, if only I could fly!"

Darth stopped.

"Wait. I can fly."

He let his dagger slide back out and just floated there.

[The Wizard Who Did It]

So, Rhiya, the friggin' guide, had led them down a path of doom for a little while. It was going to take them hours to escape, with who knows how many traps of doom.

"Garud, Rhiya's wings are magical extensions of her mind. They can't be hurt unless the attack causes mental problems. Alhough rock slides can have that effect on some people, I doubt Rhiya had a problem before. We got a couple hours ahead of us, let's continue on."

With that, The Wizard raised his hand and blasted the rocls with an explosive spell. He heard a sudden shaking sound. Oh crap. As quick as he could, The Wizard used telekinesis to push his companions to safety. In the blink of an eye, he jumped out of the way of the rumbling. The entire act took some 1second, the trap took 4.

Hundreds of spikes shot out from around the walls. They not only made metallic sounds that displayed their power, they even shattered eachother. Ramming through one another, whoever would have been caught in the middle of that would not be well off. The spikes continued their relentless attack against eachother until hammers came out of nowhere and smashed the cavern walls and spines. Thundering was heard as the hammers continued their show. Laser guns came out and rapidly unloaded around the area of effect, before massive beams came out of the walls. The guns were burned and the melted into boiling lava across the tunnel floor. Bombs exploded, and arrows made flaming by the explosives screamed around the area. The bangs continued and glass-like sheets covered off the area where the trap affected. Acid quickly was placed into the area, as the glass walls closed in. Needles swimed in the acid as the glass made an ominous route to crush whatever should have been in there. When the glass walls touched, the acid reacted with itself (?) and created an explosion. The explosion engulfed into itself and seemed to create a vacuum. Dust and rocks were sucked into the void, when suddenly nothing happened. The trap was over.

This, again, took 4 seconds. And it all only affected a relatively small area. The middle of which was where the NPFs had been seconds before. The Wizard turned to Rhiya and said in a amused voice,

"Rhiya, does your friend Poseidon know the meaning of 'overkill'?"

OOC: Sorry to ruin your side of the post, Garud, but Rhiya did say anything one could think of. Trust me, I had fun.

[mauve]

"EEP!" yipped Mauve as she watched Raiden drop the massive ball of electricity. She didn't want to be around when that baby hit the water. And therein lay the problem. Unlike Darth, she was somewhat grounded.

"Elemental Absorb!" she yelped, casting the spell on herself an instant before the electicity touched the water. Grimacing, she closed her eyes and pointed her open palms at the creatures. She braced herself.

Magic, although above some laws of science, is still bound by others. The Law of Energy Conservation, for example, still fully applies. If someone under the effects of Elemental Absorb was wounded and then was hit by a fireball, then the energy of the attack would be converted to healing energy. Excess magic would be absorbed by the body's cells. However, if somene, say Mauve, was at full health and was hit by a mega-doomy blast of electrical death, say a combination of Thunder God fury and standing water, there could be problems. Any excess electricity that she couldn't take in would be forced out of her body. If she couldn't get rid of it quickly enough, it could do some major damage.

A multitude of electric arcs hit her all at once. She let out an involuntary yell as raw electric power coursed through her. Almost instantly, lightning flared from her palms and raced towards the closest guard. The blast from her hands grew steadily stronger as her magic energy was recharged, requiring less and less electricity. Her palms began to tingle uncomfortably.

Finally, the lightning stopped. Mauve stumbled backwards and shook her hands; sparks dropped from her fingertips. She coughed and cleared her throat.

"Well, at least I've got enough magic energy to last me a while," she said. She looked down at her hands. "Aw, hell." Her palms were red and burned in the centers. They were starting to sting. "My luck." Quickly she cast a healing spell. It wasn't like she needed to conserve MP now.

[Raiden]

"Hehe."

Raiden floated down closer to the ground, but still kept his hovering stance. There was still water here, and just touching it would likely set him off again.

"Mauve, you could have just hung on to Darth when he jumped."

Raiden took a look at Mauve's hands. They were slightly singed. It was a new sight for him. His body was specifically built to produce high amounts of electricity in fast velocities. After all, he was a god. However, mortals had normal cells, and cells could only take so much electric disturbance before deteriorating. Mortals weren't supposed to fire the amount of power Raiden did on a daily basis.

She was lucky. If it weren't for the fact that she used magic a lot, Mauve's central nervous system could have fried. He didn't know about the rest, but he certainly didn't want to carry a Mauve-vegetable around.

Raiden took Mauve's arm, and his strange glowing eyes scanned it. He placed his thumb on the inside of her elbow. His vision began to change from normal to electric view. In this view, he saw nothing but electric courses. Mauve's electric synapsis system was easily seen. He could see that the courses in her arms were frayed at some points.

"Yep. Your muscle tissue has been damaged."

He placed his other hand over her arms, and very thin crackles of electricity flowed through them. The electricity from Raiden ran through the damaged connections in Mauve's arms and hands, and directed the course to their correct paths.

"I'll repair your nerve connections. If left alone you could be crippled. Even with a magic healing spell, you'll still have spazms for hours. And with the amount of magic you use, muscle spazms aren't something you need."

[mauve]

Mauve was still staring at her palms when Raiden hovered down next to her. Her arms were begginning to throb for some reason. She was so absorbed in this new pain that she didn't notice the thunder god until he spoke.

"Mauve, you could have just hung on to Darth when he jumped." Mauve looked up, startled.

"Yeah," she said. "But then I might've thrown his balance off, and we both could've ended up getting fried."

Rather than reply, the thunder god took her arm and stared at it. His eyes glowed, and her arm began to throb again, more painfully this time.

A moment later, Raiden made his diagnosis. Mauve's eyes widened. She knew it had been a pretty nasty blast, but she didn't know it had done so much damage.

"Thank you," she said as Raiden went to work, healing the fried nerves. "I owe you one." That was a minor understatement. Being paralyzed held no appeal to Mauve whatsoever. She just hoped that Raiden knew enough about how a mortal's nervous system worked to get the job done. It was just electrical impulses, she reasoned, but even so they were HER electical impulses, and she was quite attached to them.

She cast a look over his shoulder.

"Um, don't stop with the healing," she said. "but did we kill those things? I didn't see."