NPF Avatars: Pain and Amazement

[Fenris]

Seeing what Ecurt was doing, Fenris leapt sideways with the knife and cut the wildcat in the stomach, sliding underneath the belly of the beast. The cat screamed in pain, and Fenris took this opportunity to grab onto it's fur, Shadow of the Collosus style, and try to climb to it's neck. Fenris reached the nape of the cat's neck when it recovered.

One "BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRZT!" later and Fenris was no longer on the cat's back.

"Well, at least I figured out what to do, I think..." Fenris said, standing up, and he resumed his efforts of killing the beast.

[Mesden]

"It's a pity how you thought you could escape me by entering your realm, sis."

"It is, isn't it? Your Rune works as well here as anywhere else. Which Rune seems to be the only thing you left to this form of you. I can feel the difference. That isn't the real you. It lacks much of the man who taught me of the wonders of humans. The kind training he gave me. The beloved stories. This thing in my presence is a monstrocity of what I knew. You aren't a god anymore. You aren't the being that looked after his people with care. You are a vile being that won't even tell his sister why he is doing this. Why he is throwing this civilization that he cherished away. I can't let this so called being exist."

"That is a nice little monologue you have there. But I have my reasons and you don't need to know why."

She raised her hand in the midst of the ever altering and exuberant lights. Reality itself seemed to try to crush Raiden. He had already spoken his words of reality. The reality that crushed around him ceased to exist and reformed as normal.

"And now you control my creation. My grand design. I hate you. You traitor. You horrible excuse for what you claimed to be. You are no better than those pompous gods of Greece and Egypt. So now, are you ready to find what I can really do? Do you want to know what I have never shown you?"

"Only one way to find out. Isn't there, sis?"

She clenched what seemed to be her hands in this place. The everything of where they were swirled and turned. Constant rotation and revolution around the Goddess. It slowoly pulled into her. Raiden spoke his words, but they were barely noticed in this vortex of power and light.

Everything around came to a stop. It was pure silence. The kind of silence no mortal has ever truly heard. She closed her eyes and faced towards the ground. She looked back at Raiden, still speaking his vile twisting of her world.

"You may be able to alter reality with a word, but here, it is my will. now let us see how powerful the Rune is against a True Goddess." Her words were angry. Not angry the likes you deal with in every day life. There really isn't a way to justify how she really felt. Betrayed by her only friend.

All the world went into her. Like a constant source of power flow. They were returned into the fake ethereal realm. After being in her true realm, it was what looked like an abomination of the real thing.

"Raiden, you have no articulation do you? This place couldn't be my place of rest. It isn't as beautiful and wholesome. It leaves a sick feeling in my stomach. So, after betraying the trust of everyone, you decide to mock my world. My heaven. Well fuck you then."

She was a luminous beacon. An endless rhapsody of beauty and light. The only thing that didn't pale in the awe of her glow was the rage in her eyes. The swelling madness.

She drew back, sword glowing as brightly as herself, and looked towards the Runist.

"Raiden, this Rune has grown tiresome. You know I am above it. My suclusion has brought about much power of my own. You didn't think that one piece of you was better than me, did you? I dare you to try to alter this reality again. I am ready."

[PyrosNine]

"So sorry about your guitar, Big brother!" Pyros skirted the lightning orbs and closed the distance between himself and Raiden with Flamesweep. The ability of course accelerated his speed and made him literally a wrecking ball of flame, with which he slammed into Raiden with full force.

Raiden took the hit but was back on his feet instantly and further orbs were sent hurtling towards Pyros. They crackled through the air menacingly, but the real threat came from Raiden as he was above Pyros instantly. With a mighty hurl, he threw with great force bolts of lightning from the opposite direction, trapping Pyros. Without time to dodge both, Pyros dodged the bolts and swung his blade at the same time, and connected with the orbs. The electricity ran down his blade and into Pyros himself, but with a simple flare of fire it was dispelled.

Pyros kept the sword moving and swung it at the Thunder Puppet. As soon as the Flametongue cut the air, it showed why it was called the Flametongue. From the forked end arose billowing flame that spread out in massive quantities, drowning the entire area in flame.

Pyros swung the sword back and fired off another Flame cannon. It was always polite in such fights to start small...

[The Wizard Who Did It]

Well, if Raiden could read his mind by sensing his electronic pulses, all he had to do was stop thinking using electricity. Many biologists would say that is impossible. Many magicians would say that biology is a dead science. In any case, the Wizard entered his metaphysical plane and let go of his body. So, Raiden is not an illusion. He is not real, and therefore he has probably made a puppet. The reason is that it is worthless to stall me for time himself if he needs to be up there to get the Mashirosen. If he was a puppet, then Raiden probably split his abilities evenly among them. If he was smart, however, he gave each puppet that he made a piece of his strength rather than making a whole bunch of the same puppets. If this guy can read minds using electricity, he either has control of all of Raiden’s non direct powers, the control of his electricity, or his sensitivity with electricity. Considering how useless the third is in a combat situation, it was probably the second one. The Wizard then decided that it would be a good time to return to his body. He then realized he had left it dormant a second too long.

“Raiden, you should have learned by now that I am unstoppable.”

The Wizard was now wearing a black cloak. He seemed to pull out his axe and stick it into the ground, in mockery of being some kind of nobleman. One of his hands turned green, and the other red. He formed a small ball of energy in his red turned hand, and brought it up to Charon, who again was on his head.

“Hold onto this for me.”

CHaron wrapped his mouth around the ball of energy. The Wizard then tightened his wings, and looked straight at Raiden. The madness was in his eyes again, and he started to speak. “Now Raiden, I am not in the mood to talk. In fact, I am not in the mood to do much except sit here and rage. I am on a quest to hand your ass back to you, and all you do is show cowardice by sending a mockery like this to fight me. Because of this I have something to tell you."

The Wizard took a deep breath. "You are screwed. Beneath our feet I have been growing Thor’s Bane. I am sure you have heard of it. It cannot be harmed by lightning. The greatest part about it is that it is under my control. You have sent such a weak ass puppet, reminiscent of yourself, of course, that it won’t stand a chance. You could normally alter this out of existence, but you left it with puny electric attacks. I would like to also remind you about the name of this plant. I hope you understand that it’s name proves that you are such a royal fuck up, that they won’t even name a plant after you, you piece of shit. They got the name of a real Thunder God to show its power. Now-”

The Wizard tapped his finger on the axe. There was a loud rumbling, and roped and vines burst from the walls with an intent to smother the Puppet. Razor like leaves and thorns covered the area, and the plants seemed to have a thirst for Godly blood.

“Stuff that in your pipe and smoke it.”

[Premmy]

Green Pre looked up at the top of the tower, he saw something, someone. Raiden. What was he doing? He was.. casting a spell of some kind, the tower changed and the doors appeared. He saw words written in some strange language that he could'nt understand on each door. Except for one, one door held his name and one other. Garud.

He ran to the door and looked again, same names. He scanned the battle for his new accomplice, He did'nt know what was at the end of the tunnel but he had a feeling he would better off with the prescribed partner. He paused to wonder why Raiden had'nt given him his own door. But a jerk immortal is always a jerk even when he was the bad kind of crazy.

GPremonitions opened up the telepathic connection he had with his four sword brothers. He commanded them to seek out and deliver Garud to his location. They stopped their individual battles and combed the area for the demon slayer.

OOC: They're yours until we group up, they have all my powers. Unless there is already something waiting myabe we should come up with an area at the end of the tunnel.

[Darth SS]

Darth stretched his neck left and right and bounced up and down a bit. He was currently about to fight a god. A pissed off thunder god. Cheshire Thief had written a song about Raiden kicking ass. And it was a good song too. Darth didn't have a song. If anything, he was the plucky sidekick to Raiden and Krylo.

Oh...Krylo...I wonder how he's holding up...

"Yes you do. If I win, that means I've effectively beaten a god because said god can't handle being mortal. It means I'm greater than you are. Kinda' sorta'."

Raiden smiled. That damn grin. It used to inspire Darth with hope, but it inspired fear. He was going to be on the receiving end of a godly ass-whipping. Oh well. At least he'd go out with a bang.

Darth shrugged.

"Go?"

Denied his ability to go god on Darth, and forced onto equal footing, he could move as fast as Darth. Darth could go PoP. In other words, good god he was fast! Darth's lightsaber came up and blocked Raiden's large strike. It had been intended to take off his head. Darth metal hand then snapped up and nailed Raiden in the gut.

Raiden forcefully exhaled, and doubled-over in mid-air. Now what? He had an opening, but no effective way to use it. So, Darth punched him in the stomach again, then snapped his knee up. It caught Raiden in the face, and he snapped back. Unfortunately, so did his sword, which literally shaved Darth's leg. Darth sharply inhaled.

"OW!"

Raiden sniffled a bit and walked around, trying to clear his head. Darth was currently hopping on one leg.

"Holy crap man! Why? Why oh why would you do that? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

Raiden was letting out his own form of creative expletives.

"Okay, continue."

Darth rushed this time, feinted with to the right before cinematically whirling it downwards to attack Raiden's other side. Raiden was smarter than that though, and dropped his sword to block the lightsaber. Darth spun about, snapping a backhand out. Raiden neatly blocked it, then pushed forward. This took Darth off balance, and he started to fall. Raiden blade started to descend.

How thick are my shoe soles?

Darth took a gambit and stepped onto the blade (which was at an angle) and jumped off of it. Then he slammed his foot across Raiden's face. The two stumbled away from one another.

"Shoud we put a dramatic pause here?"

[Raiden]

"Smoke? No thank you, I'm not into that. But, if you are, then I guess I should oblige you."

A single rune left Raiden's lips, and touched one of the plants. It suddenly burst into flames, turning into ashes that fell to the ground. The fire spread to the rest of the plants, burning them up and dropping them to the ground.

Dark Twiddy was so distracted by the destruction of his plants so soon after his little speech that he didn't notice a ball of solid electricity zooming towards him. The sphere struck him in the gut and sent him flying back.

"While the rest of my abilities may have been weakened, that doesn't mean that I'm defenseless, you piece of shit. Even the most basic of basic Runes can summon forth fire."

Raiden stood up, his electric aura flaring out. The electricity creeped through the entire room, latching onto the Dark Twiddy and binding him.

"You're out of your league, Dark One. Bring out my student. An idiot like you isn't worth my time."

Raiden got in close.

"And they named it Thor's Bane because Thor couldn't handle it. Why name it Raiden's Bane if it's of no threat to me? Figure that one out."

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Raiden smacked the Flame Cannon attack to the side. Those that had been in the Christmas adventure would know the extent of what was happening now.

God Rage.

Electricity was pouring from his eye sockets, and mini explosions seemed to be appearing in random places with no rhyme or reason to their destruction. He was giving a cruel smile.

He was floating in the air now, electricity sparking off to char anything near him.

"You upset me, little brother."

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"None are above Rune, little sister. You have simply found a way to aggravate it."

Solid words left Raiden's mouth and began to alter the realm slightly, the forms wavering.

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Raiden knocked the toys away from him.

"Obviously, Raiju isn't entertaining enough for you."

Three portals opened beside him. Through the portals flamers, lurkers, and newbs rushed through.

"Have some fun."

Meanwhile, Raiju had changed from an electric cat to a somewhat large electric weasel, and was currently scurrying on Fenris's body, distracting the hobo.

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Raiden's body had regenerated enough by the time Krylo had gotten close. His hand went up and grabbed the blade of Krylo's sword. He held it tight, and with a lunge, he headbutted Krylo's forehead with his own, knocking the mod off balance. He ripped the Withering Blade from Krylo's hand, and tossed it off to the side, where it imbedded itself into the nearby wall.

"Ow."

Raiden created an instability in the ions of the atoms in the air between the two, and when the stability gave out, they both were flung away, striking any object that stopped them.

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Raiden took a sheet of paper and laid it out on the desk. It was the contract for POS.

"As you can see, this guarantees that my company will give you everything I had previously promised, as long as you're the Personal Managemant Director. You'll be head of negotations with less than willing partners, and handling miscreants that somehow got onto our property."

Raiden smiled and placed his elbows on the desk.

"Basically, you'll do the dirty jobs and get paid as such."

The Thunder God read the face of Pedro and nodded.

"I think I know what the problem is. You don't accept checks. And as a good business man, you're right. Checks are far too unreliable. The person might not have the money, or the checks aren't valid. Of course. So, for the first month, I'll pay you in cash as a form of good will."

Raiden reached under his desk and pulled up a large locked briefcase. After unfastening the locks, he opened it wide. Lying inside the briefcase was layer after layer of $100 dollar bills stacked on top of each other.

"Go ahead and drool if you must. Count them and check them if you like. I promise that each is authentic."

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Raiden heard Darth talk about a dramatic pause. He was rubbing his chin, but even then a laugh left his lips.

"A pause? But we've just started Darth! Listen to the crowds!"

They both stopped to listen. Though the audience was hidden, there was certainly a loud eruption of cheering and applauding to be heard.

"These people want action! These people want excitement!"

Raiden's legs bent at the knees and his left food slid against the mat. His left hand went up in an open fist, while his right hand held the blade over his head with the point aimed at Darth.

"These people want blood!"

[Mesden]

"No. All are Rune. You can overcome yourself. It just takes the right drive, brother."

His solid words immediately found themselves wrapped in the ethereal world. Within seconds a violent explosion came from the place of spiritual existnce.

"Wrong code for the wrong system Raiden. Basics of the basics. But remember, without the basics you have nothing to make the advanced with."

Every solid word was altered in the ethereal realm. Failing in dozens of ways. Everytime not making the Thunder God's will.

"Very tricky sis, but you know I can alter that realm as well."

He spoke more of his words. They had found themselves in the realm as well. But to Raiden's immediate shock, they too failed.

"Yes Raiden, but it is MY realm. You think your coding beats a place built surely upon what I want? This Rune is doing nothing. I have beaten this form of you. Why don't you bring the real you out, as this can not hold its ground against a True Goddess like you know I am."

[mauve]

Mauve gave a little yelp and dodged to the side as the counter flew towards her. A corner hit her in the shoulder and she hit the ground and rolled. With a crash, the counter hit the wall behind her. Mauve stood and rubbed her shoulder. She gave the god a grin.

"My my," she said. "Somebody's a bit testy today. Come on, Raiden, don't be mad. I just wanted to see what this new puppet toy thing of yours could do. I had a feeling it would be magic-proof, and I wanted to test the theory that it might be knife-proof. Call it morbid curiosity." She frowned. "Thanks for ruining my knife, by the way. I LIKED that knife."

Raiden's glowing eyes didn't leave the mage as she walked over to the remnants of the counter. She was still afraid of this pseudo-god, but it actually gave her slight comfort to see that it still had enough Raiden-ness left in it to make him start throwing things. Although normally, the Rule of Raiden stated that this would be accompanied by some flashy electric doom and the repeated use of the word "bitch."

But according to Pseudo-Raiden, that Raiden was gone. And once more, Mauve's own rash actions was bringing her one step closer to death. She looked over her shoulder at the fake god.

"So what now?" she asked.

[Fenris]

"FUCK! OFF!" Fenris screamed, as the creature scurried over his back.

Then, Fenris had started to get up on all fours. Then he was squatting, holding the now panicking creature. Then, he hurled the creature into a wall.

"What the-?" Fenris said, wondering how the hell he did that. Deciding to ponder the issue later, Fenris took the knife and quickly ran over to the rodent, and promptly stabbed it into it's neck. Blood erupted out of the gash, still crackling and sparking even after the creature died.

"Holy... shit..."

Fenris then gathered himself together (as much as he could, he was still shaking), and walked over to assist Ecurt.

"OMG theirs 4n07h3r 1," a newb shouted.

"Yes, welcome to the forums. Except not," Fenris said coldly, as he stabbed the newb in the throat.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAX!"

This cry alerted the other newbs, lurkers, and flamers.

A garbled mess from the crowd yelling random things in the cursed language and poorly-thought-out insults erupted, resembling:
"AERWJldkfjoawjfoajdf/aw5t$W@5u09wejfvsla85wemfatrl;w4u;ssdkuqopituiwklj fsaduytoiewrjam,.6yu8oizuydz.hj64l7y96t8auyw.ng90a ny 5lauvj.57q3857aoytelnv 5874a98o57a8o7rtoawyfoyoatr89wwe75tua.j56lus/65q3w4AStEA%TWEASTQ#$&^Tatoawe475w40975a"

"Oh, shut up, all of you."