03-16-2006, 12:14 AM | #41 |
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"Why are you blaming Pyros? I heard it was Raiden himself. The burns on the rocks weren't made from flame. Even I can tell that much."
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03-16-2006, 12:15 AM | #42 | |
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Pyros took his rootbeer lovingly, finding the cat to be slightly endearing, despite it's use of "O Rly." He didn't quite know what Rhiya's problem with it though was, as he could recall a different version of Rhiya not too long ago...
Pyros then watched as what he was starting to think of as his lackey emerged, warned of an Asheth plushie invasion, then was thrown a good mile. With his usual godly grace, he opened up his own firey portal underneath Ecurt as he was still mid-air. Seconds later a much toastier Ecurt popped out of the other end of the portal before Pyros. Pyros scratched his chin about the news. "Damn. I knew it was a bad idea to give in to their demand for a union. You give them an inch and their desired expensive perfume, and they take canada for that Maple Syrup smell!" 3-Piece twiddy piped up. Quote:
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03-16-2006, 12:30 AM | #43 |
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After returning in relatively mint condition (the power of Rhiya's pants protecting him a little from the magical flames), Ecurt stood up and brushed the dirt off himself. Crossing his arms and pouting at Rhiya, Ecurt decided that it would be a good idea to shut up now-at least until he found out what had been going on.
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03-16-2006, 06:52 AM | #44 |
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Krylo looked over at Rhiya as he holstered his guns, "Well, just fine, other than the obvious," he responded before Twiddy's yapping finally focused itself on him.
He looked over at the wizard and sighed, "You should know by now that I can't ban anyone unless I can see them at least... and all those wonderful mod powers that we have are powered by The Kurosen. Whether I can do anything to him depends on what he's been doing with the source... my moderator powers might be completely useless against him. Our best chance is to find him quick. Anyone got any idea where he went?"
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03-16-2006, 07:25 AM | #45 |
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FINALLY. Yes, I know where he went, and what we need to get to him. The same voice that had drawn them here resounded in all of their minds. This time however instead of being vague, the source of the voice was readily apparent as the floating dark robed figure, who was inching slowly away from a reclining lawnchair. At the foot of the lawnchair there was a pair of dropped sunglasses and tipped over glass of iced lemonade. He had been waiting for a while.
Gather around all, and listen, for however long that is possible with your almost nonexistant attention spans The voice sounded in their minds again as the lawnchair, sunglasses, and lemonade winked out of existance, seeming to never have been there. The figure seemed to beckon them all to come to him over the paved area near the rebuilt container, even though he didn't have any arms to beckon with, or as a matter of fact eyes to cover with the sunglasses, or a mouth to drink the lemonade that had spontaneously dissapeared.
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03-16-2006, 11:05 AM | #46 |
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If there was one thing Mauve couldn't stand (Okay, there were a LOT of things that Mauve couldn't stand) it was people communicating in her mind without her permission. It was her mind, dammit, and she wasn't going to let people pirate her brainwaves. The last time someone had used a mental link to contact her, she had punched him in the metaphysical face. (Poor Twiddy. She gave him so many lasting emotional scars.)
Now someone was telling her some emo-y garbage about the end of the world or some nonsense. This was the NPF, for crying out loud. EVERY FRIGGING DAY brought the world closer to the apocalypse here. The lights above her flickered. Oh, nice. And now the power was going out. Mauve kicked open the door of her User Control Panel room, where she had been doodling comic ideas on the backs of old private messages, and left the Member Control Panel building. It was like a large apartment complex, with each NPFer having their own little room to store Private Messages and change their personal information. As Mauve stepped outside and onto the dark streets, she noticed something very odd about Kurosen Tower. It wasn't there. Or at least, half of it wasn't there. Mauve groaned. "Hell-nuggets and bloody Corn Flakes!" she cursed. "What did we do now?" She looked around. There was a group of forumites gathering in the distance; they were either the parties responsible or the ones trying to help. Either way, they'd have some answers. "Hey Fenry," Mauve said, approaching the purple-clad hobo. She knew he hated that name, so she used it all the more often. "What's going on, guys?"
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03-16-2006, 11:08 AM | #47 | |
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These people are...awkward to say the least. Why did Raiden endear thm so? Maybe insanity grasped him. Damn Cthulu.
Then a dark sound invaded her thoughts. Like a peircing in her mind it said, Quote:
Though while she was saying this her eyes were not laid upon Incendius. The burning white stare had been examining the surroundings the way they had done to Twiddy. From what information she gathered she formed a mental chart in her. The official soul chart Incendius: Unknown. Is engulfed with a strange shadow. With a long inspection I may be able to find out, but I don't feel it vry neccessary Pyros: God soul crystal. Hard to mess with. Krylo: Insanely strong will of soul. On par or more so than a regular god. Rhiya: Very high. Without consent it would be hard to manipulate. Mauve Mage: Rhiya level. Fenris: Awkward, yet not very powerful in will Ecurt: Another awkward one. Yet still strong. Spiffy: The continuance of awkwardness continues. Semi weak to slight strong Premonitions: Normal Darth: Another strong one. About on par with Rhiya. and Twiddy: Fluxuates so much that keeping one strength measure would never work. Ranges from super low to near near Krylo strength at breif intervals (If you have a complaint PM or IM me. It won't matter too much as I won't mess with most of your inner beings without consent first. Respect and all.) Her white glare had faded back into a normal eye color as she looked back to the seemingly telepathic man. "So you know something about Raiden? The dramatic pause seems a little...over the top? We need all the info we can get about this. Raiden is disconnected from the rest of the cosmos and I need to know why."
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03-16-2006, 12:02 PM | #48 |
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Do I know something about Raiden? Yes, I do. I know exactly how it happened and why, and pretty much everything else about this business and all others, but thing is I can't/won't/don't want to tell you. I can only guide you in this, an onorous task if there ever was one, suffice it to say you shall understand everything about this business by the time this is over. If of course we can survive such threats as the hordes of newbs oncroaching upon us now. The thought went outwards again to everyone. Though some might have been slightly confused, for what newbs was he talking about?
It became very readily apparent, numerous shouts could be heard coming in from the distance of "Omg!1!!11!, and Wtf!!11, and teh k0r0s3n is g0ne!, g3t th3m!" in horridly sounding 1337 speak. From seemingly out of the woodworks a horde of drooling, slobering, mostly illiterate newbs apeared intent on attacking and drawing retribution upon them. Once more as the crowd of newbs came onto them the voice spoke in their minds Oh yes, if we get seperated are first stop is at the Mashirosen
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03-16-2006, 02:11 PM | #49 |
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"Oh great. Raiden had to turn evil just as these guys decided to come out and post." They didn't have time to waste against these zombies, and with their official brawler gone and no milk in sight the Anti-Zombie Survival Army they had considerably less firepower than usual. While they still had Mauve as their escape artist, if they simply let the newbs roam freely around in the city then they would mutate and breed (though, he personally did not want to find out how) until they turned into true abominations.
When he returned he did not want to see Otaku Son class monster. Though it would be relatively powerless, it was a horror that you would never want to experience once, let alone twice. He had only one plan. "Krylo! Everyone knows that newbs either fear or worship you. So, umm...start acting like an idol to distract them!" |
03-16-2006, 03:18 PM | #50 |
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"Oh good lord of spritecomics," Mauve muttered. "Noobs. Bad ones." She frowned and listened to their barely-comprehensible ramblings, littered with misspelled words and numbers replacing letters. She sighed.
"Come on folks, even I wasn't THAT bad when I first joined. Stupid 1337-sp34k3rs." The army of darkness (and King of Hell Black Mage avatars) lurched ever closer, their blank, staring eyes fixed on the group of forumites. Their horrible cries echoed through the darkened streets of Nuklear Power: "U no Balk MAAgE is t3h cuulest!1!!! BeTtar th4N FigHtur cuz h3 dusnT yooS SworDChuckes!" "No! FiTer Rulz! In my FanFik, hee is The SOn of kIing aRthar so He gits t3h Excalbar sWord, ad BVlack Maje is eeeten by teh BaHarmut draGin s0 hee iS teh SuXXORs!!!!11!1!!" "PrinCss SSaara is H4WT!!!!!!1!" Mauve grimaced; the sounds were like a thousand fingernails scraping across a giant blackboard of limitless evil. "Fight or run, guys?" she asked the others, covering her ears. "I don't think I can take much more of just standing here listening to them! I'll go mad!"
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