NPF Avatars 5 - Burning Down The House - Page 7

Bailey · 08-27-2007, 06:44 AM

Keydog was confused.

After hugging all the reindeer, it was possible that they were confused too, but they were confused by Keydog while Keydog was confused by everything else. You see, he had thought that a Covenant grunt plush toy would have mildly accurate coloration. Instead, the blues and purples had been replaced with reds and greens. What confused him further was that he hadn't known that dogs could see in color.

He dealt with all this confusion in the only way he knew how.

K36 suddenly found himself being hugged.

"Are you all right?" Keydog asked, as he channeled a low-level heal spell through his bracer/manacle things and into the soldier.

There was probably something more important that Keydog should be paying attention to around now, but for the life of him he couldn't recall what.

Wizardcat · 08-27-2007, 10:26 AM

Wizzles Purple, Blue, and Red faced a dilemna: Did they simply take the appealing route of running off and leaving Pyros and Asheth handle this, or did they fight to finish the Christmasy figure? One one paw, they would avoid the fight and there was the likely possibility of injuries to Pyros, which was always amusing. On the other, however... Upon making the descision, the three cat mages leapt into the air and landed besides Asheth. At least, as close to besides someone when they're floating in the air.

First, Wizzle Blue unsheathed his blades and took on a battle stance, all three blades at the ready. As he did so, he lit up, glowing, casting a somewhat blueish light on nearby objects. "These claws swing with hope!", Wizzle Red then brandished all three blades at once before lighting up in a brilliant crimson hue, casting a redish light upon nearby objects. In a different battle stance, Wizzle Red announced, "These blades slash with pride!" Between the other two, it was Wizzle Purple's turn. Drawing the three blades simultaneously, and becoming a violet beacon of light, Wizzle Purple exclaimed, "These eyes glow with victory!"

The three felines touched their blades together. At this moment, the three auras around them combined and exploded outward in a blast of red, blue, and purple. During the most-likely-epilectic-seizure-causing light, the Wizzles yelled out, in unison:

"For the glory of Caturday!"

A few seconds later, the flash faded away. The trio of Wizzles still glittered somewhat as they addressed Santa Claus. "With you gone, and therefore no Christmas, Caturday will once again reign supreme." The battle music was already in place, and resisting the urge to make a Yu-Gi-Oh reference, the trio prepared for a possible attack from the holiday figure.

Astral Harmony · 08-27-2007, 12:01 PM

Armored didn't bother stepping up to fight. "Not even my bodybuilder cosplay would be able to stand up to that flesh mountain," she sighed. "And if I'm lucky, Satanta will likely kill off some of these extra characters and make this a lot simpler to follow along with this story."
Suddenly, Pinnacle fell down from the stratosphere and slowed down its descent before hitting ground zero, landing on its six crab-like legs and awaiting its blue-haired pilot. "But if I simply don't participate and they all die because of it, I'd never hear the end of it when boredom decides that I should log back into AIM after all these years spent with it closed."

Pinnacle's shoulder armaments had been switched out. Now instead of the highly accurate laser cannons, there were the more lethal automatic cannons. The gatling guns on the arms were still there. Armored bounced on inside, plopped herself into the chair and strapped in, coded in for control of mobility and weapons, made a quick status check of all the systems, and took aim at Satanta. Accuracy had to be tight with the gatlings and she couldn't use the autocannons for fear of shrapnel or heavy meat chunks hitting the nearby less-armored NPF personnel. Humanoids were vulnerable in the eyes so she set her crosshairs between Satanta's peepers. The alter-persona of Christmas would easily protect himself from the guns now. Armored would need to wait until Asheth and the Wizzle Rangers or whatever they were called provided a distraction.

PyrosNine · 08-27-2007, 08:10 PM

Pyrocon (V!) hurtled through the air at Satanta, helmet ready. "Don't think I'll forget this Arhras! BECAUSE I"M A TORPEDO!"

The World's best torpedo of the month in '93 shot at Santa whilst Asheth and the Wizzles were getting ready for whatever the fat red man had in his bag of tricks.

mauve · 08-28-2007, 01:39 AM

"Well then, I guess this is as good a time as any to make Santa pay for not bringing me the Grand Champions Pony Playset I wanted when I was ten years old," Mauve said.

She rolled up her sleeves and formed a ball of magic fire between her palms. She looked back at Santa.

"Eh..." she said, noting how easily someone that strong could rip her apart. But she could totally take him. She nodded and continued to work on the spell.

"Er...." Her eyes darted back to Santa, who looked like he could easily squash a smallish mage like herself under his jolly boots of doom without batting an eyelash. Well, she could PROBABLY take him....

"Um..." She looked down at the little orb of magic, then at the hulking mass of evil Christmas cheer.

"Screw it, I'm gonna try and sneak around him while he's busy with Asheth," she decided. She dismissed the fireball and edged towards the office door.

Long-Haired Narcissist · 08-28-2007, 01:59 AM

Narc saw Santa and decided against fighting the fat man mainly because he could snap Narc like a twig. Narc was thinking about going in to rescue POS, how hard to defeat could Dougy Boy be after all. As Narc was sneaking toward the door, he bumped into Mauve with enough force to knock her off balance.

mauve · 08-28-2007, 02:41 AM

"Ack!" sputtered the Mauve One as she was knocked over by Narc, who apparently had the same idea as herself. "Hey, watch it! You're not the only one trying to avoid untimely death at the hands of Father Chrismas!! I mean, uh, trying to make a brave and noble rescue attempt while Santa is being distracted..."

She picked herself up of the ground, brushing the cement splinters off of her knees. I hate falling on pavement.

"Anyway," she continued quietly, "I'm gettin' in that door before Santa notices he's one name short on the Not Nice list. Let's go."

POS Industries · 08-28-2007, 04:28 AM

"Since we've no place to go," Santa grinned as the Pyrocon barreled toward him, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!"

A raging blizzard erupted around him, arctic winds and blinding snow screaming through the air, dropping the temperature down to well below freezing. The snowflakes quickly coalesced and solidified into solid ice, engulfing the parking lot, blocking the doorway into the building, and just altogether ruining poor Pyros' day, who suddenly became an easy and icy target for the large fist of the formerly jolly one as it aimed to rocket the fire angel screaming on a collision course with Asheth.

Astral Harmony · 08-28-2007, 04:57 AM

"Aw, fuck me." Armored swore. Her radar picked up a sudden and powerful ice-elemental Area of Effect debuff. Armored was already getting the Infernal Drive hotter, and stripping out of her armor, robes, and BUTTSECKS to be able to tolerate the higher heat in the cockpit, leaving her in her thin white bodysuit. The additional internal heat would compensate for the reduction of mobility in the extreme cold, allowing her to keep the mecha moving normally in the sudden localized winter. The guns remained in the green, indicating that she has managed to keep her armaments able to fire. It also allowed her to see outside by keeping the windows from fogging up. Armored was uncomfortably hot in the cramped cockpit, but at least she wasn't completely useless.

"Now to relocate my target. I can't see ten yards outside in this shit."
Armored Bishoujo messed around with her views quickly. She didn't bother with infrared. Satanta was probably cold as death, meaning that she couldn't hope for a bigass heat signature to target. So she relied on X-ray. "Ah, there we go. That skeleton is far too big to be one of the NPFers."
She couldn't wait for a distraction. Her crosshairs fell on the rather normal sized skull on top of the hulking skeleton and Armored opened fire with the gatlings. No autocannons yet. If shrapnel hit a frozen NPFer, it could possibly shatter and then kill him or her.

Nikose Tyris · 08-28-2007, 07:21 AM

"Santa?" Nikose whimpered, wondering if it was possible that this was a good Santa. He approached the rippling wall of muscle. "Have I been good? Are you really a good Santa, and not an evil one like that Asheth thing said? Please tell me that I'll be rewarded for being good all year." Nikose was so scared he was shivering in front of Santa.

08-27-2007, 10:26 AM	#62
Wizardcat Dark-type? Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Somewhere. Posts: 431	Wizzles Purple, Blue, and Red faced a dilemna: Did they simply take the appealing route of running off and leaving Pyros and Asheth handle this, or did they fight to finish the Christmasy figure? One one paw, they would avoid the fight and there was the likely possibility of injuries to Pyros, which was always amusing. On the other, however... Upon making the descision, the three cat mages leapt into the air and landed besides Asheth. At least, as close to besides someone when they're floating in the air. First, Wizzle Blue unsheathed his blades and took on a battle stance, all three blades at the ready. As he did so, he lit up, glowing, casting a somewhat blueish light on nearby objects. "These claws swing with hope!", Wizzle Red then brandished all three blades at once before lighting up in a brilliant crimson hue, casting a redish light upon nearby objects. In a different battle stance, Wizzle Red announced, "These blades slash with pride!" Between the other two, it was Wizzle Purple's turn. Drawing the three blades simultaneously, and becoming a violet beacon of light, Wizzle Purple exclaimed, "These eyes glow with victory!" The three felines touched their blades together. At this moment, the three auras around them combined and exploded outward in a blast of red, blue, and purple. During the most-likely-epilectic-seizure-causing light, the Wizzles yelled out, in unison: "For the glory of Caturday!" A few seconds later, the flash faded away. The trio of Wizzles still glittered somewhat as they addressed Santa Claus. "With you gone, and therefore no Christmas, Caturday will once again reign supreme." The battle music was already in place, and resisting the urge to make a Yu-Gi-Oh reference, the trio prepared for a possible attack from the holiday figure. __________________ The dogs of war are nothing compared to the cats.

08-27-2007, 12:01 PM	#63
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	Armored didn't bother stepping up to fight. "Not even my bodybuilder cosplay would be able to stand up to that flesh mountain," she sighed. "And if I'm lucky, Satanta will likely kill off some of these extra characters and make this a lot simpler to follow along with this story." Suddenly, Pinnacle fell down from the stratosphere and slowed down its descent before hitting ground zero, landing on its six crab-like legs and awaiting its blue-haired pilot. "But if I simply don't participate and they all die because of it, I'd never hear the end of it when boredom decides that I should log back into AIM after all these years spent with it closed." Pinnacle's shoulder armaments had been switched out. Now instead of the highly accurate laser cannons, there were the more lethal automatic cannons. The gatling guns on the arms were still there. Armored bounced on inside, plopped herself into the chair and strapped in, coded in for control of mobility and weapons, made a quick status check of all the systems, and took aim at Satanta. Accuracy had to be tight with the gatlings and she couldn't use the autocannons for fear of shrapnel or heavy meat chunks hitting the nearby less-armored NPF personnel. Humanoids were vulnerable in the eyes so she set her crosshairs between Satanta's peepers. The alter-persona of Christmas would easily protect himself from the guns now. Armored would need to wait until Asheth and the Wizzle Rangers or whatever they were called provided a distraction. Last edited by Astral Harmony; 08-27-2007 at 09:11 PM.

08-27-2007, 08:10 PM	#64
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	Pyrocon (V!) hurtled through the air at Satanta, helmet ready. "Don't think I'll forget this Arhras! BECAUSE I"M A TORPEDO!" The World's best torpedo of the month in '93 shot at Santa whilst Asheth and the Wizzles were getting ready for whatever the fat red man had in his bag of tricks. __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

08-28-2007, 01:39 AM	#65
mauve So Dreamy Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Someplace magical Posts: 6,863	"Well then, I guess this is as good a time as any to make Santa pay for not bringing me the Grand Champions Pony Playset I wanted when I was ten years old," Mauve said. She rolled up her sleeves and formed a ball of magic fire between her palms. She looked back at Santa. "Eh..." she said, noting how easily someone that strong could rip her apart. But she could totally take him. She nodded and continued to work on the spell. "Er...." Her eyes darted back to Santa, who looked like he could easily squash a smallish mage like herself under his jolly boots of doom without batting an eyelash. Well, she could PROBABLY take him.... "Um..." She looked down at the little orb of magic, then at the hulking mass of evil Christmas cheer. "Screw it, I'm gonna try and sneak around him while he's busy with Asheth," she decided. She dismissed the fireball and edged towards the office door. __________________ Yoo Hoo!

08-28-2007, 02:41 AM	#67
mauve So Dreamy Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Someplace magical Posts: 6,863	"Ack!" sputtered the Mauve One as she was knocked over by Narc, who apparently had the same idea as herself. "Hey, watch it! You're not the only one trying to avoid untimely death at the hands of Father Chrismas!! I mean, uh, trying to make a brave and noble rescue attempt while Santa is being distracted..." She picked herself up of the ground, brushing the cement splinters off of her knees. I hate falling on pavement. "Anyway," she continued quietly, "I'm gettin' in that door before Santa notices he's one name short on the Not Nice list. Let's go." __________________ Yoo Hoo!

08-28-2007, 04:28 AM	#68
POS Industries Argus Agony Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Gotta go fishing! Posts: 10,483	"Since we've no place to go," Santa grinned as the Pyrocon barreled toward him, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!" A raging blizzard erupted around him, arctic winds and blinding snow screaming through the air, dropping the temperature down to well below freezing. The snowflakes quickly coalesced and solidified into solid ice, engulfing the parking lot, blocking the doorway into the building, and just altogether ruining poor Pyros' day, who suddenly became an easy and icy target for the large fist of the formerly jolly one as it aimed to rocket the fire angel screaming on a collision course with Asheth. __________________ Either you're dead or my watch has stopped.

08-28-2007, 04:57 AM	#69
Astral Harmony Don't Hate Me 'Cause I'm Moe Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Harmonial Sanctum Posts: 6,798	"Aw, fuck me." Armored swore. Her radar picked up a sudden and powerful ice-elemental Area of Effect debuff. Armored was already getting the Infernal Drive hotter, and stripping out of her armor, robes, and BUTTSECKS to be able to tolerate the higher heat in the cockpit, leaving her in her thin white bodysuit. The additional internal heat would compensate for the reduction of mobility in the extreme cold, allowing her to keep the mecha moving normally in the sudden localized winter. The guns remained in the green, indicating that she has managed to keep her armaments able to fire. It also allowed her to see outside by keeping the windows from fogging up. Armored was uncomfortably hot in the cramped cockpit, but at least she wasn't completely useless. "Now to relocate my target. I can't see ten yards outside in this shit." Armored Bishoujo messed around with her views quickly. She didn't bother with infrared. Satanta was probably cold as death, meaning that she couldn't hope for a bigass heat signature to target. So she relied on X-ray. "Ah, there we go. That skeleton is far too big to be one of the NPFers." She couldn't wait for a distraction. Her crosshairs fell on the rather normal sized skull on top of the hulking skeleton and Armored opened fire with the gatlings. No autocannons yet. If shrapnel hit a frozen NPFer, it could possibly shatter and then kill him or her.