NPF Avatars 5 - Burning Down The House

[TheBlindMime]

"Sugarplum illusions! You underestimate me Kringle, and you shouldn't underestimate a jet." TBM snapped his fingers and the sugarplums stopped, snapping his fingers again and they all responded in kind. "When you're a jet, you're a jet all the way!" TBM had the power of dance and as a kitsune the power of illusion, so illusions of dancing sugar plums were well within his realm.

The enveloping sugar plums turned on their heels and matched his rhythm, even singing along. "When you're a Jet, You stay a Jet!" Granted they skipped an entire chorus and sounded terrible but hey, TBM only had power over dance not music. Lines have to be drawn somewhere. Armed with a collection of imaginary sugarplums TBM danced his way into the blizzard to face down Ol' St. Nick.

Did I mention he danced and snapped his fingers in the most intimidating way he could? Cause... he did.
(I probably should have run this by POS first but, here's to a funny idea and eventual GM damnation!)

[Arhra]

Arhra huddled alone, all three of her present debating about the possibilities of breaking down frost barriers, bombarding office blocks with heavy siege weapons and whether or not it would just be easier to follow the pat of destruction Santa had clearly left inside the place.

The clincher for them had been Flare being on of the people wanting to leave the Santa battle behind. Then twisted, holiday magic had swept over the trio, thrusting them into a world of pure hallucination.

Visions of sugarplums danced through her heads. They were not alone: There were candy canes and chocolates and bright little presents all wrapped in with string, icecreams and snowmen and elves and angels and bauble-like things.

"You're so handsome Arhra!" they screamed.

Arhra was inclined to agree.

* * *

"I don't know who the hell you're talking about, so either shut up, die, or leave." Shadowflare said.

"Tsk, tsk." Arhra Five said. Her tone turned much more serious. "My dear Flair, you know not who you deal with. Let us set my previous fripperies aside. I am one of the five Clone Generals of the glorious New Kulearp Owah Confederacy." Arhra lied all the time. "You have stumbled upon a little training event of ours."

"One word from me and I can have a dozen guards in here and a total security lockdown. Of course, this is assuming I do not simply kill you with my bare hands. You would not leave here alive." Arhra treated Flair to a predator's smile. "So, shall we deal pleasantly or shall I extract answers from you along with any other items that take my fancy in a less cordial fashion?"

By 'other items', Arhra meant 'organs' and by 'less cordial' she meant 'without anaesthetic'.

[Flarecobra]

I was still out of it, but I slowly started to come around, but I still was not in fighting shape yet.

Shadowflare just grinned and brought up her hand, and Arhra 5's shadow came under her control and latched onto her. "How about I just use your own shadow agenst you." She said, making it more of a statement then a question, an evil smile on her face. "And I intend on taking over."

[Inbred Chocobo]

IC dashed forward into the storm, jumping over the first peice of coal aimed at him. The second one that came in his direction was easily dodged with a sidestep. Though instead of dodging the third peice, IC caught it with one hand, engulfing that hand in flames. However, not even before the fire had a chance to burn through IC's gloved hand, IC reared back, and swung at Santa with a fist. Well, there is a little more detail to that as well.

"FALCON!" IC shouted at the top of his lungs as IC reared back with the coal in hand, just as the coal burst into flames. "PUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!" IC shouted, punching Santa as hard as he could, the fire for some reason or another going into the shape of a falcon. Hey, what works is what works right?

[Arhra]

Arhra Five didn't bother changing expression. The moment Flair raised her hand to control shadows, the partially cybernetic chaos being simply brought up her left hand and shot Flair. With a weapon system she'd salvaged from the Mashirosen Tower and incorporated into her forearm. Typical of cyborgs, Arhra positively bristled with integrated weapon systems. She'd aimed to wound rather than kill, just wanting to show she meaned business.

"How about I just shoot you? With bullets." Arhra said. "Oh, that's a weak weapon I used by the way. My big guns are a little more difficult to conceal when deployed. I don't think you'd like to see me fully weaponised."

Her right hand turned into something that could best be summarised as a probulator. "Still, I do believe I'm feeling kind today. I'll give you one more chance to go quietly."

[PyrosNine]

Asheth leapt up, screaming "Eeek! Wardrobe malfunction eminent! Evasive action, GO!" She said as she went up, her skirt however was not move out of the way fast enough, and there was rippage.

"NUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Curse you Satanta! Curse you! I shall be back! BACK WITH A NEW SKIRT! Maybe with some fries too, cuz I'm hungry. Anyone else want McDonald's? NO? Okay!" Asheth whined, explained, and asked to no effect, then proceeded to make a brief strategic escape.

[Flarecobra]

Shadowflare dodged to the left, but she still got winged. After all, one doesn't become an assassin by not being able to move fast. "You'll pay for that." She said, quickly bringing up a Blind spell, then taking off down the hall and around a corner as fast as her wings could take her. To herself, she added "Never said when though."

[Arhra]

As Flair fled along the corridor, the door ahead of her slammed down, sealing it off. A light on the panel turned red, indicating the door had been locked. From behind came the shoomp of another door shutting. Flair spun around to see Arhra Five at the other end of the corridor, hand outreached to the terminal she'd obviously just used. She'd sealed them both in.

Five treated Flair to a winsome smile and then leaned towards the terminal. She had a call to make.

"Hello, security? I'd like to report I've got an intruder here. An extradimensional duplicate of Flare if my guess is any good." She reasoned no-one would want to put up with a clone. "We're in a corridor just off the briefing room Rei was using. I'm stopping her with violence. Just thought you'd like to know, seeing how much you like the place being secure and all that. Ciao."

That done, Five turned, advancing down the corridor with grim, unhurried purpose. She would never tire, never give up, no matter how long it took her to reach her quarry.

Three seconds later, Five had reached her quarry. She paused a few meters away.

"I did you give the chance for us to be civilised about this, but you had to choose the way that involves a lot of kicking and screaming." Five told her reproachfully.

"It would be nice if I had some sort of lovely stun gun, but sadly my repertoire is somewhat limited in that area at the moment." she mused. She had, however, gotten one non lethal weapon from the Mashirosen Tower. A long needle extended from her probulator; salvaging the Anti-Skills System had proven fruitful.

"On the other hand, I'm not particularly fussed about the possibility of your death." Arhra went on. "I can live with unresolved mysteries. So say hello to my little friend."

Her other arm turned into a definately lethal weapon. It appeared to be some manner of energy weapon, its visual qualities clearly indicating it had been designed with a phrase like 'This is Death' in mind. While Five did not care to admit it was a low powered weapon compared to something like Rei's DOOM CANNON!, it would do the job of creating a bloody mess quite satisfactorily.

It hummed, purple energy crackling between the two prongs at its end. Five quite obviously did not fear to use the biggest gun.

[POS Industries]

"FALCON PUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!!!"

With IC raging toward him with a fiery, burning fist of burning, fiery rage of burning fire, it was quite apparent that there was only one way Santa could defend himself that was awesome enough to rival the attack.

And so he slung his own massive fist forward, meeting IC's knuckle to knuckle as their combined might collided between them. However, the overpowering forward momentum of IC pushed Santa backward, the flames scorching away the black leather glove that adorned his right hand.

Grabbing IC's arm with his left hand, Santa utilized the momentum for his own gain and spun around, whipping his adversary straight through the ice wall that had been blocking the Doukhobor Labs entrance right up until about three quarters of a second beforehand.

Cradling his injured hand, Santa growled as he saw Asheth making her escape. "Oh no you don't," he called out as he leaped into his sleigh and took to the air, "You'll not escape so easily! I have a present with your name on it, Asheth! The gift of merciful death after I'm through with you!"

And so as Santa and Asheth made their exit from the scene, Rei rose to her feet (which remained upon poor Hawk, who had not gotten a chance to get out from under her after their collision) and stared dumbfounded at the fleeing pair as he eyes faded from red to blue as she exited combat mode.

"Buh.... Wait, what? That's it? It's over? We can just.... go now? Huh!"

[TheBlindMime]

TBM would have defeated Satanta with his army of dancing sugarplums and there was gonna be singing and dancing and even a guest appearance by Olivia Newton John. But now the NPF group got nothing, nothing whatsoever except for an entrance into the final battle.

"I hope you're all happy now." And with that TBM entered the building sans sugarplums.