NPF Avatars 5 - Getting Smaller

[Bailey]

Keyman Green picked up the paper airplane thing and followed along behind Pedro, handing it to Jimmy when they caught up, and then moving ahead to start smacking fembots to build up the chain counter again.

"Any idea what that thing is?"

[Fenris]

"My name is Irium! Fenry sent me over to Pedry, because he said Pedry would need my help cleaning out those Fembots!" Irium announced.

"But... I suppose if you stay close to Pedry, then I can help him without tying up his hands or neck... I'm a psion, I'll help clear the path for Pedry!"

[POS Industries]

"Any idea what that thing is?"

"Well, let's see," Jimmy said, taking the object from Keyman, "It sorta looks like--"

"My name is Irium! Fenry sent me over to Pedry, because he said Pedry would need my help cleaning out those Fembots! But... I suppose if you stay close to Pedry, then I can help him without tying up his hands or neck... I'm a psion, I'll help clear the path for Pedry!"

This bit of dialogue was interrupted as Pedro grabbed Irium out of Jimmy's hands and tossed it back toward Fenris. "Look, I'm not paying you to get talking love notes from the hobo!" Pedro stated as he returned to his violence, "Now keep moving, we're nearly.... here!"

Before them stood a closed door with a keypad to the right. Punching in his authorization code, the door hissed open and they continued into the darkened corridor beyond.

"The manual shut down should be just down this hall," Pedro informed them, "And I can't say for sure what might be waiting for us down there, either..."

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose proceeded to pop out of FenrisWolf's shadow, and electrical uppercut a nearby Fembot.

"So, where's that hat show, Fenris?" Nikose asked, before firing a bolt over Fenris's shoulder at a nearby fembot. "I got my hat back from Karesh, see..." He parried away someone with Sword-Nenyel, then Whipped one into the rest with Whip-Nenyel. "...And I think I stand a chance..." Nikose picked up the upper half of a broken one and hurled it at a small cluster. "...OF WINNING!" He then wiped sweat from his brow, giggled, and fell over, vanishing into his own shadow and disappearing again.

[Bailey]

"Are you certain that hurling psions about is the best of options?" Keyman Red asked, eying Irium's flight path.

"Don't know, don't care, don't have the time to deal with talking love notes," came Pedro's response.

Red shrugged and headed down the hallway. Blue spoke up. "I suggest you folks stay behind us. At this particular moment, our max mp is reduced, so us getting killed will actually be vaguely helpful. The rest of you might find it inconvenient."

The Keyman Newbs moved to the front of the group and made certain that the path stayed clear of fembots.

[PyrosNine]

Pyros sighed. Oh well, it was going down like this. No superpowered magic spells, no long drawn out battles.

In the moments before Smokey came and Pyros met his maker, Pyros suddenly saw before him his mother. "Use the force, Peer!"

The force...the sporks?

"The force! No sporks involved!"

A plan was formed. Who had been in this tournament with a weapon Pyros needed, and who still had theirs? The blade of chaos and order were still lying around, but Pyros didn't trust them as they had created this mess. However, Rhiya had his Flametongue, and she certainly wasn't using it at the moment.

The flametongue's flame would be useless....but it was still sharp as hell. It would have to do for now. Hope Rhiya didn't mind. She was kinda picky about things she wasn't using being used by others.

Pyros snapped his fingers, and the flametongue burst into the air to his right, Pyros's magic managing to port it by fire with enough effort to break through Smokey's null-flame.

The bear was charging, full of unforgiving wrath, but eh, fork it. Pyros would be unforgiving as well. He adopted the stance of his creation, Kings, half lanky and half serious, and pulled is arm back for one mighty swing. He closed his eyes. He didn't need to see his opponent this time, for it was so cold now that the bear exhumed the only amount of heat visible to Pyros for the moment, and he could smell him as well.

Silly bear. It all counted on this. Mime's safety, the world's fire supply, and whether or not Pyros would have that sing-off with Mesden in the second round.

Pyros waited for the bear to get into striking distance, waited for him to get so close Pyros's own life was eclipsed, waited for him to get so close the bear need only swing back his shovel, and Pyros would be done for.

The three spectres emerged, having followed smokey, and pounced upon the bear, each holding onto the bear. The bunny covered his eyes, the beaver held his arm, and the woodchuck was missing some motion in his arms and legs and just made up for it by gnawing at the back of Smokey's leg.

Kings/Pyros smiled. Even he didn't plan on this happening. In the next moment, Pyros proceeded to cut through Smokey's breath. (Breath = Being, in mystical swordsman terms.)

"SMoooooOOOOOOooooKEEEEEEEEEEEEyYYYy!" The spectres wailed venomously as Pyros swung his blade.

[PhoenixFlame]

And 'Lo, the manual shutdown control was indeed just around the corner. As the group of NPFers made their way into view, they were met with a remarkably disconcerting and perhaps surreal scene.

Behind a shoulder-height counter stood a happily smiling, peppy, cheery receptionist droid, her sparkling blonde hair clashing terribly with her glowing red eyes. She smiled blankly at the oncoming horde of the NPF, as if completely oblivious of the damaged piping running across the ceiling, flooding most of the room with ankle deep water. To each side of the room lay several series of human-sized tubes, which, on a disturbingly regular occassion, would discharge additional fembots before once again closing their doors to recieve another shipment.

Behind the countertop, one could see the manual shutdown control...

But all was not well in the world. ((It rarely is))

No less than six fembots, weilding all manners of crude impromptu tools, including, but not limited to... Crowbars, Hammers, Shovels, and Pool brushes, were proceeding to assail the manual shutdown control panel with their formidible ability to smash things. The panel sparked, jolted for a moment, and then exploded, showering fembot parts all over the receptionist's counter, whom merely smiled and remained staring. Electricity arced from the broken panel into the water from time to time...

"Greetings, Mr. O'Sullivan and friends!" her peppy, blonde voice boomed throughout the hallway, "I'm afraid I do not have a reservation for a party of ten or more. Please register at arenaspa dot com to see our available listings, thank you!" she continued, finishing her pre-programmed response with a snap of her fingers and a trademark kawaii pose.

Meanwhile, tens of fembots poured out of the replicator tubes, swarming the NPFers as they attempted to move through the small, shockingly wet hallway. The receptionist giggled a smug "Kekeke, fembot rush!"

[POS Industries]

Slowed down by the nightmarish ghosts, Smokey continued to lurch forward. Though his vision was obscured by spooky skeletal bunny paws, his attunement to nature allowed him to hone in on Pyros, using his free left defensive paw to hold back the sword wielded against him.

The trail of bear blood dripping into a pool on the arena floor, however, showed that it was not without consequence.

Using the metal of the Flametongue as a conductor, Smokey began slowing the vibration of molecules through the blade and within Pyros, suppressing all heat within, roaring as he struggled, "I... will.... put.... you..... OUT!!"

Breaking free of the ghosts' grasp momentarily, Smokey pushed against the sword and shoved Pyros backward toward the edge of the ring.

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Cursing as he saw the destroyed override console, Pedro summoned all the strength available from this Negative Kamen cosplay form and leaped into the air above the fembot swarm, hurling the only projectile he had available at the Receptionist.

Jimmy the Scientist's life began flashing before his eyes as he flew screaming through the air at Pedro's target.

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Rhiya gagged slightly as a small explosion went off in her mouth and something became lodged in her throat. She shook her head a little, slightly confused that Black was so suicidal and actually WANTED to get eaten.

But the slight discomfort and the fact that her mouth was briefly glued shut by the sucking power of the killy ball of energy was counterweighted by the fact that there was another shower of pie, and the ground was littered with yummy goods.

"...!" She tried to roar again as she scooped up another large mouthful of Pie. Then her mind clicked into another smart thought. Huh, Black's still lodged in my throat... THAT'S not good!

The pie also became lodged behind Black, creating a large, effective plug, and before either of them knew what was happening...

The black hole that was her stomach inverted, pouring incandescent, nuclear-force energy up and outwards, filling her entire stomach cavity and roaring up her throat like an inevitable volcanic eruption, absorbing the chaotic influxes of Rhiya's draconic form and transforming into liquid destructive chaos on the way up.

Straight towards the trapped RMB, who was, in essence, trapped between a rock (the pie plug) and a hard place (the inevitable destruction of everything-in-its-path coming up from Rhiya's stomach)

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

TBM was right about one thing; hitting a solid ball of Adamantium with a sword wasn't neccesarily easy on the hands. The vibrations reverberated up the Ascalon, nearly shaking the sword from his hands as Hawk stumbled backwards from the attack. But his grip was firm and he just managed to keep a hold of the weapon.

Ok, that one fucking hurt! Time to end this!

Seeing the BEAR now trying to roll TBM towards the arena edge, Hawk decided to lend a hand.

"Here, allow ME!"

As he shouted out the "ME", Hawk slid the blade in between the BEAR and the ball and in a single fluid motion scooped it up and onto his sword, like an ice hockey player with a puck and flung TBM at a much quicker pace in the direction of a ring-out.

"And STAY out!", he shouted after him, whilst making a hasty retreat lest he become mauled by a BEAR. The whole operation took mere seconds, just giving himself ample time to turn towards the once again fast descending IC.

Doesn't this guy EVER learn?!, Hawk asked himself in mild disbelief. It looked like Mime wasn't the only one Hawk wanted finished right now as he moved to intercept Inbred.

"Batter up", he said to himself, taking his stance, "Strike THREE, you're outta here!!" (What's with all the sporting manoeuvres in this post?)

Of course Hawk would strike true, just like he had twice before, only for the first (and hopefully last) time, IC was sent sailing towards "The Edge".