NPF Avatars: Sadness and Family Intervention

[Krylo]

Krylo stood up and brushed the dust off his coat and pants before addressing Garud, "I'm immortal, of course I'm ok. The Mashirosen probably isn't, however."

He took a second to throw a glare at Rhiya which said something similiar to, 'you are so lucky I need these bullets for Raiden or I'd perforate you for that and my spleen, goddamnit,' before turning on his heel to walk down the hall way, pulling his pistols back out as he did so.

It was about then that he heard a good deal of noise coming from a short distance away. Noise that sounded strangely like the beginnings of combat.

The mod broke into a run, rounding the corner into the hallway, to see Dragonsbane's back as well as his friends suspended from the ceiling.

Gun shots rang out and bullets whipped past Dragonsbane's head, zipping off a few strands of hair, before blasting through various wires and ropes. A few began spewing a strange chemical about the floor as the power neutralizing liquid was cut off at its source.

[Inbred Chocobo]

IC bursted through the door. It was a kitchen. There some tea being made by SK. She turned towards IC

"Whats up? The power is out so there isn't any TV to watch."

"Nothing, I just need to pick something up."

IC then went down the hall and all the way to the room in the back. There was his room, his bed sitting in the corner and a few barbells laying around. A TV with a console was sitting near the bed, and a dresser sat on the other side. It was the dresser that IC was looking for, and started to go through, throwing things all over the place.

When his search proved fruitless, he headed up into the attic. There was all kinds of junk, and IC started tearing through it all. After a few minutes of this, SK's voice came out from below

"Just what are you looking for?"

"Where did I put the Fuitad?"

"The What?"

"The Fuitad! You know, that glowy orb thing!"

"Oh that thing, its on the coffee table in the living room!"

"Whats it doing down there!?"

"You put it there so you could find it easily!"

IC ran downstairs, thanked SK, and ran into the living room. There sat the Fuitad, and IC grabbed it and ran off. He hoped its power was still enough. If anything it could at least find the Kurosen.

[POS Industries]

POS ducked as Krylo's bullets ricocheted around the now suddenly crowded room. As the other captives crashed onto the floor, he turned to his mechanized liberator.

"So, do you have any more of those neurostim injections?" he asked, dusting himself off.

"No," the Pheonix android responded, still standing between him and the BDNTA(H) Women, "You will need to defend yourself, Mr. O'Sullivan. Do you have any weapons?"

Pedro shook his head, "No, nothing much that will work against them, I'm sure. Let's try this... HEART!" A beam shot out of his ring, making contact with the nearest foe and appearing to have no effect whatsoever. "Yeah, I figured as much. Soulless manifestations of idiotic perversion. The ring can't change them because they only exist to serve one purpose."

"Understood, sir. You may use this." The android pulled out a handgun of some sort, "A Series V pulse laser pistol. It operates by--"

"Yes, yes, thank you," POS interrupted, taking the pistol from her, "I think I know how to use a Series... wait, Series V? You can barely find the Series IV on the black market. You know, I've always felt that Phoenix needed to get out of that lab more often. You know, see a movie, grab a burger, something like that. But when I see how her hermitude pays off in times like these, I finally start to understand. Still...."

Taking the blaster in his left hand, he approached Darth who, while having been freed from the chains, was still paralyzed from the recent injection. Pedro kneeled down and tried to open a compartment on Darth's left arm. "Mind if I borrow this for a bit?" He asked, not really having any intention of taking no for an answer, "I promise I'll give it back. Sit tight!"

POS stood up and pressed a button on the object he now held in his right hand, igniting a bright red blade of pure energy. Like all sadistic corporate sociopaths, Pedro O'Sullivan was well versed in the art of classical fencing, and took the appropriate stance. Holding the blaster in a defensive position as he adjusted to compensate for his sprained ankle, he pointed the lightsaber at the lead hentai woman.

"So, are they supposed to attack us or just stand around looking pretty?" he asked, addressing no one in particular, "Because at the moment they're effectively failing to do either."

[Incendius]

"Well... we are pretty that is for sure" the three echoed with horrid voices devoid of any thought even as one of them was struck in the leg and cripled by Krylo's bullets.

"TRIPLE PURPLE BLOSSOM OF DOOM ATTACK!" the three suddenly yelled out the name of their utterly incomprehensible newest action, and raised their three scepters that spontaneously apeared into their hands to each shoot a white ray of light in the middle of the room.

The white rays of light gathered together at a single point and started to form in four, yes four and not three, blossoms of the color of purple, that each had machine guns sticking out of them, and spurted out Newbs, Flamers, Lurkers, and Trolls from their tops.

[PhoenixFlame]

As the four blossoms of doom sprouted forth from the steel floor of the Mashirosen tower, Phoenixflame immediately recognised the enemy-generators as a dire threat. Allowing them to continue would soon overwhelm the entire group with hordes of opponents.

Sheathing her sword, the Android unslung her Plasma Cannon, aiming the large weapon across her hip at the nearest of the four flowers. The machine-gun of the offending flower trained its sights on her, but it was too late.

A piercing crack echoed across the tiny room as the bolt of azure flame intersected the center of the closest purple flower, erupting into a pillar of scorching blue death. Painful screams from Lurkers and N00bs alike could be heard as the plasma flare swiftly engulfed the blossom, and turned it into naught but fine black dust. Once destroyed, Phoenix returned the recharging weapon to it's sling, drawing her Katana once more and striding stoicly toward the oncoming minions of the BDNTA(H) Women. The remaining flower machine guns trained on her, but with all the blithering N00bs and Lurkers spewing from them, the minion meatshield screened Phoenixflame from any firing solutions.

[Darth SS]

It didn't screen Darth.

He sprinted past POS, almost hitting the sound barrier, and slammed into the fleshy wall of scum. The effect was akin to a bomb going off, throwing many aside. Darth didn't finish there though. He jumped and used his flying opponents as footing to throw himself even higher in the air.

Then the Ruger came out. Darth sighted carefully, estimating the bullet's energy after every impact. Six shots rang out in a matter of seconds. Two knocked some more riff-raff out of the way, and did something totally awesome. Said bullets passed clean through their targets, and starting rebounding off bones and the floor, making a ping-pong effect that shredded through more of the forum degenerates. The other four hit the hentai bitches in hands, killing their dramatic pose. This closed the portal.

Conveniently, it left a nice hole right between the bitches and Pheonixflame.

"Shoot!"

[Dragonsbane]

Dragonsbane, meanwhile, waved cheerfully to Pedro, "O'Sullivan! How are-AGH!" he stumbled back against the wall, bent double and clutching at his stomach as the raw AURA of sickening sweetness from the girls struck him. He was paralyzed, helpless. His body shook, his eyes widening at the sight of his opponents. Then, suddenly, he went still, and smiled with a wickedness that would have sent a Pit Fiend whimpering back to its mommykins.

His hair grew at a supernatural rate, falling past his shoulders, lightly tossed about on an unfelt and highly improbable wind. It acquired a luster unseen outside of anime, while DB's looks seemed to come into more perspective...enhancing his semi-elvish appearance. Crimson sparkles danced in the air around him, and from somewhere entirely improbable cherry blossoms blew past behind him.

He smiled radiantly, and laughed in a manner that was all the more disconcerting for its pleasant tone, "Kawaii, mahou bishoujo-senshi, yet I fear playtime for you is over."

The BDNTA(H) Women stopped attacking, and simply gaped. Somehow, the space behind them was inexplicably filled with sparkly light and bubbles, while their eyes transformed into creepy little hearts.

Dragonsbane blinked, raised one hand to his head, and felt his hair, "Oh no...oh HELL no! Not again!" he cursed, as his katana suddenly grew to 1.5 times its regular length.

The leader of the women, miniskirt flying up in such a way as to gratuitously reveal her white cotton panties, pointed at him and announced in horribly self-righteous tones, "In the name of love, justice, baby bunnies, cute fuzzy kittens, the color pink, and candy hearts...YOU SHALL BE REDEEMED BY THE POWER OF LOVE!."

From seemingly thin air, she drew an incredibly gaudy, overdecorated hammer with a huge heart-shaped head, so delicate that it looked as though the ultra-thin handle would snap at the first strike, and spun it like a cheerleader's baton. The head glowed, and she leapt toward Dragonsbane, corny theme music filling the air.

[Arhra]

The BDNTAW whose attention Arhra had been holding had to be prodded by one of her compatriots before she realised what they were doing and pulled out her own magical sceptre and aiding in the conjuration of their four monster spawning flower thingies. That done, her attention went right back to Arhra.

She sauntered over to the summoner, that was the only way to really describe the rolling walk she adopted. Stopping in front of Arhra she smiled. Arhra smiled right back. The sweetness was almost sickening. You could practically see the background being replaced by one of those rose coloured backgrounds with all the sparkles.

"You'd better get me down." Arhra said, the undercurrents in her tone blantantly suggestive, "I can't do anything hung up like this." The girl in front of her nodded, almost like a poorly drawn copy of Arhra given the similiarity of costume. Seemed like Arhra had found a weakness.

It worked. The BDNTAW unchained her and caught Arhra as she began to fall. There was still the paralysis to worry about after all. But she was in luck there too. The BDNTAW's eyes, frighteningly empty of thought lit up and said, "Don't worry! I can help!" She laid Arhra on the ground and yelled out, "Healing Touch!" and ran her hands over Arhra.

Arhra smiled at her again, "That feels really good." She could feel her body coming alive again and the deadness of the ability blocking neuro-toxin draining away. Beginning to call up magical ass-kicking power, she grabbed the wrist of the BDNTAW and saw the girl looking at her with an idiotic, almost puppy-like expression of happiness. She gave a mental sigh and let the power drain away.

"I can save you if you change sides." Arhra said, "I think I can even help you become better drawn..."

The summonder was somewhat surprised to see the BDNTAW burst into tears. Arhra awkwardly patted her on the back as she blubbered something about how nice Arhra was being. It seemed neither of them would be helping in the battle for the moment.

[PyrosNine]

A staring contest ensued between the Subconcious of Pyros and the Creator, which the sheer intensity of caused a herd of buffalo in Africa to become a horde of women. The buffalo, naturally, showed great displeasure from this. Though the nature reporter who had been very close to have been stamped to death was actually okay about the whole ordeal.

Originally Posted by Elsewhere

"In the name of love, justice, baby bunnies, cute fuzzy kittens, the color pink, and candy hearts...YOU SHALL BE REDEEMED BY THE POWER OF LOVE!."

Sub-Pyros raised one of his ears. "Hmm...for some reason the Asheth personality is suddenly feeling very angry....something about posers....and a horrendous mockery..."

He then resumed staring at the creator.

[Raiden]

The High Creator looked over at his two children.

"It was more than that, you two. You weren't created simply as stress-relievers. If that were the case, I would have created you both with my own essence and made you as incredible as the original Raiden. However, that was not the case. The original Raiden was a mistake. One I was forced to fix. The Ultimatum requested it Him/Her/Itself. Raiden was to be destroyed."

After checking to make sure that his grandson was fast asleep, he continued.

"After finally managing to restrain Raiden, I placed three seals inside of him. The first was the Seal of Memories. It hid away all his past memories so that he did not remember who he had been, or what he was capable of. Then, the Seal of Compassion. If the Seal of Memories was ever broken, the Seal of Compassion would keep Raiden from using his abilities in fear of injuring those around him. Then finally, the Seal of God. This seal drained his body of its limitless energy, and his true potential, and locked it away in a different container. The Kurosen."

The High Creator looked up.

"After the seals were placed, I changed his body to what he was after just being born, so he would be raised differently. Along with his new brothers and sisters. He was no longer the Guardian, but the Thunder God of Japan. I learned from my mistake, and instead of making a being that could keep everything in order, I broke down all elements of the universes and assigned a God to each one. Instead of dimensions sharing Gods, I made different Gods for different dimensions as well. As such, no God would have the problems of my first. And I did learn greatly from that mistake. While his weakened body remained, my first son had died when the seals stole everything from him."

He looked down at Pyros's prone body.

"No matter what my children do, no matter how much they fuck up, they are never mistakes in my eyes. I am never sorry for creating them. I may be sorry for what they do, but I'm never sorry about bringing them into existance. You are not stress-relievers. You are not backup. You're not even flights of fancy. You are my children, and you are never mistakes."