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Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Carn_Val - 02-15-2016
Quote:Continued from A Boy and His AnomalyAfter that wild bear ride, we went past orcs, more trippy colored fruits, some sticky situations which required large amounts of skin contact, sweaty situations which also required lots of skin contact, the occassional wandering peddler intermissions, a short detour on a mountaintop festival which ultimately ended up with us getting tied to wooden poles standing on top of a campfire (I'm guessing we were supposed to be dinner) and getting away from it and finally, the anthill...well technically it's an antmountain but you know...context, we finally got what he wanted.
The adventure with the mysterious little kid (yeah, I stopped calling him by his names) ended with us meeting his parents. They didn't seem human, infact, they looked a lot like fat blobs of fat with horns for teeth, scary, probably mammallian since one of them which the kid distinctively called "mother" had large mammal udders. I took a quick scan on my Dataverse Mobile Communication Device and it informed me they were walruses so I casually greeted them in their appropriate language which, interestingly, angered them. The Mobile phone didn't really help at all to ease the situation as it spoke every bit of information about walruses, emphasis on the walrus part. With that send and done and not even a word of thanks, the (probably, since I'm assuming it's a normal family stereotype) male walrus held me by the collar and sent me back to the Greens>Nexus gate. Oh well, so much for an adventure.
Thanks to the papa walrus, I gained so much air, zipping past treelines like a tomahawk missile with teeth. Somehow, I got passed the gate to the Nexus and oh good Omni was that color flash so trippy. Never again, for a couple more posts at least.
Soon, I was witnessing crowds of Primes and Secondaries going at it at each other when I spot an obvious pink spot on the blurry distance, they're getting bigger too. Woah, was that fireworks? No, explosions! Wait, I'm crashing...shi- "Ooooph!", I gracefully land on my head, injuring my ego.
"Well, *crack* didn't plan that part, as well as the rest of the previous two paragraphs." I look around to recalibrate my bearings. "Now...what time is it? Oh it's 4 past 5...eheh- wait... The date seems off...by uhm, let's see, 3-4 months? Feels like I checked my time 4 months ago too or did I? Meh, might be one of those berries we ate, kept me unaware of time. I'm surprised they'd let their kid wander that long, talk about good parenting. "
Anyways, I try squinting my blank white eyes to see what was going on at the distance, the center fountain still a good 34.5924 yards away. Guess what I saw? Yeah, you guessed it right, a peeing statue.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Proto Man - 02-15-2016
The journey to the Nexus didn’t take as long as she thought it would.
As she stepped through the gate, Mireya was immediately assaulted by the visual and audio carnage associated with the melee near the fountain.
Mierda…
Even at her distance, the half-night elf could see just how frentic the fight had become. The air was filled with rockets, bullets, and all sorts of strange appendages and random things that could be propelled by compressed air or gunpowder.
Something tells me I should have brought some more heat… The woman glanced down at her waist and the other weapons she held. She had a great arm, but something told her that she’d be at a disadvantage throwing a chakram against a bazooka.
I’ve dealt with worse.
Clenching the poleax, Mireya broke into a sprint—her eyes surveying the oncoming madness for the tiny princess. As she drew closer, she had to slow down to navigate the web of collateral damage from the assortment of primes. Some sort of penguin thing absorbed an impact from a handheld rocket and erupted with enough force to stagger the jogging woman.
With a grunt, Mireya fell forward and rolled in an attempt to turn an awkward stumble into a pseudo-graceful roll. When she was upright again, her eyes fell on a faceoff between the little pink princess and an equally diminutive figure with black hair, green eyes, and dress that matched her eyes.
“Bonbon.” The half-night elf spat as the haggard, goo-drenched princess rose to her feet and scowled. At the sound of the non-human’s voice, the xenophobic monarch seemed to twitch, as if struck a heavy blow to the gut.
“And what immigrant slum did Guu drag you out of?” Bonbon inquired as she held up her elegant scimitars.
“Chinga tu madre,” Mireya replied with a grin as the princess scowled.
“Enough, enough,” Bonbon groaned. “Disgusting,” she added as she rushed forward and swung her scimitars.
Despite the princess’s quickness, Mireya had the maneuver telegraphed, and she slipped back and arched her poleax inward to intercept the blows. With a defiant clang, the glimmering swords smacked angrily against the wooden haft and failed to bit through.
Angry words formed on Bonbon’s lips, but before they could find air, Guu’s fist crashed against her jaw. As the black-haired monarch lost her balance, Mireya twisted and smashed the blunt end of her weapon against her foe’s skull, knocking the smaller woman off her feet.
Twirling the poleax back to its normal position, Mireya flashed a warm smile to Guu. “Nice day for a party, Princess?”
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Guu - 02-16-2016
“Sure is.” She said, returning a half smile to her elven comrade. She turned to the Aspect and glared at him. It was quite lucky Mireya came when she did. She didn't want to find out what he gave princess bitch. Especially considering how weary and beaten everything had made her.
'Don't interfere anymore.' Guu psychically thought to the robot in a threatening manner. "This is not your fight."
Before the robot could respond, she focused her attention back at Bonbon who was climbing back on her feet. She could tell she was at the end of her rope as well, barely hanging onto life.
“Even if you-” Bonbon coughed, spatting blood on the ground from the force of her convulsions. “Even if you kill me, my fight will live on. You monster.”
It was time to end this.
Guu’s body began to transform. With a flash of light, she grew into Adult Guu, her hair extending towards the waist, flowing in the non-existent breeze. Her face, no longer inhibited of emotion, bared the pure rage she had for Bonbon. She stepped forward, her glare piercing into Bonbon’s soul. She raised up her arm, aimed carefully, and launched a measuring tape punch towards the helpless bitch.
But her fist hit the cold white ground of the Nexus. Her opponent, in an instant had somehow suddenly moved. She looked up to see Bonbon, being held by a new combatant.
“Don’t worry my princess!” Said the stranger. “You rest, we can take these fools!”
The new combatant was followed by three other opponents who stood beside her, both were also women. They were all wearing sailer scout school uniforms and looked about teenage age.
“Captain Vanilla!” Said the one on the left in a high and mighty tone. She had cream colored hair and had a gold on white uniform color scheme.
“Captain Chocolate!” Said the one in middle in a perky tone after laying Bonbon carefully behind her. She had black hair with a grey on white uniform color scheme.
“Caption Strawberry.” Said the third one in a bored tone, with red hair and a pink on white color scheme.
“We’re Team Neapolitan, and we’re here to defeat evil!” The three Girls said in unison, striking a flashy pose.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - A.S.P.E.C.T - 02-16-2016
More and more people kept piling up on this mess. Aspect had trouble keeping track of all of them and trying to keep them divided into the two teams that seemed to be waging a war here. Aspect stared down the little pink girl as it glared at him. Well, staring down was impossible to tell since Aspect had no facial features to speak off. The strip of red light across his face simply remained on the Pink Princess as she threw her voice forward inside of his head. Somehow, Aspect was able to pick up on her voice that didn't exist in the world. His auditory sensors picked up nothing of the sort, his visual sensors saw no movement of the lips of the little girl either. But he could definitely tell she was threatening him with two short sentences. Aspect wondered what the appropriate emotional reaction would be to something like that.
Before he could respond, the girl below him moved and Aspect had to move his Crawler back a little to see her properly. The chaos of combat continued around them and the part of him that was currently writing an email to his contact in the middle of all of it really didn't know how he would be able to provide Security in a situation like this. As Aspect did his best to keep half of his Crawler's legs covering the girl underneath him, the angry Pink Princess erupted in a flash of white light. In her stead stood an adult woman with similar features but obviously less... Aspect picked up a word from his Earth English language and decided it would be used in this context by humans: Cute.
The newly formed @Guu drew back her arm and released a sudden burst of force between the Crawler's legs, exploding the ground where the other girl had been a moment ago. Even Aspect had lost sight of her in the Pink Princess' transformation. Aspect scanned around with his 180 degree vision and quickly spotted her in the hands of... more colorful girls. Aspect ran the different scenarios through his processor and quickly ended the charging of his charm. Instead, he back the Crawler out from between the women, not seeing how the weight of his machine crushed part of the fountain underneath it. This was getting out of hand.
Under his cloak, the white energy running through his chest and tendril started to grow brighter as Aspect focused more power onto the task. Only a few seconds more and he would be able to take out the leader and end this. Three seconds since he had started charging. Seven more to go. Aspect looked around to see what else was happening. More people had arrived and it looked like the totals were more or less even. For every person arriving to aid the Pink Princess, one or more came to help the other girl. Aspect wondered how this mess could have started in the first place. The large mechanical sized creature that was formed from Aspect and his Crawler did its best to hide behind the remains of the fountain until his charm was fully charged.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Carn_Val - 02-17-2016
I try to unsquint my eyes a little and my vision slowly adjusts to a bunch of moving figures at a distance. Pretty sure the pink ones~ "Gah!", the pink figure flashed and out came a bigger pink figure. Cool. I guess there's no harm done when I ask them what it is they are doing.
With a little huff, I activate Trauma's anomaly traits, swinging it around until it accelerated to speed. Then, my free arm took hold of Tremor and impaled the cleaver on it's blade perpendicular to the ground. After everything was set, I swing the scythe around one more time and in one fluid motion, batted the cleaver with the scythe, sending it 3 times faster than the speed of sound. Tremor hits the side of the fountain with a deafening crash which divided both parties from each other. One side was obviously Guu, the other side had 3 girls in a rather spunky outfit with both sides sharing the same amount of dismembered appendages and some filth.
While everyone was still a bit stunned by what happened, I figured it was a nice time to casually walk towards Guu and share pleasantries. "Hello pink princess, what can I say? You've grown in the short time I was gone eh? What seems to be the problem? I can tell there's some sort of commotion going on but please, please, don't do it in front of the children.", I casually point out the peeing statues around the fountain to make a joke, and fail apparently. I guess the situation's a bit serious then. This isn't the time to crack jokes, or is it?
Sighing under my breath, I take my scythe and got ready for whatever is to come. I wish this is the start of a better adventure. Activating my anomaly traits, I quickly close the distance with the girl in grey and white uniform, a sailor uniform.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Proto Man - 02-23-2016
The arrival of the trio shifted the momentum back in the favor of Princess Sociopath. Like a lance in the grip of a charging knight, Team Neapolitan rushed into the fray, splitting apart their foes in a swift motion. Mireya cursed as she kicked off the ground and flipped backwards to avoid the arcing path of a scimitar blade.
Landing on her feet, the half-night elf steadied herself once again and leapt back at her attackers. A glittering pommel bashed aside the business end of her weapon as the female ‘fighter’ spun forward and crashed an elbow against Mireya’s chin.
“Die, villain!” Captain Vanilla shouted as she followed up the stiff elbow bash with a high kick to her foe’s sternum.
Mireya grunted as she was thrown backwards by the impact. By the time she’d regained her bearings, a shimmering blade was within inches of her neck. Dropping prone, she avoided the path of the blade and proceeded to roll hard to her left. Before Vanilla could be on her, the half-night elf was back to her feet and drawing her own short, curved blade from her belt.
Gliding across the formless floor of the Nexus, Mireya swung her sword down at the center of her opponent’s back, but before her attack could find its mark, something gray and heavy sprung from the scrawny woman’s back and crashed into the mauve-skinned woodswoman’s face and chest.
Although stunned and tasting some blood in her mouth, Mireya was up to her feet in a matter of moments. Standing a few yards away, Captain Vanilla smirked as a pair of metal angel wings moved gently in the ‘air’ behind her.
“You’re not match for the archangel of Berry Blitzkrieg, foul defiler!”
The half-night elf snickered as she reached down and drew her matching sword. “Besa mi culo, puta.”
Captain Vanilla scowled. “Stop speaking in tongues!” With that, the winged soldier rushed forward, her dash magnified by the giant set of wings behind her.
With a grimace, Mireya slid back into a defensive posture and swung her swords up to intercept the oncoming blow. Even though she saw it coming—Vanilla was anything but a martial expert—the nomad found her strength wanting as her opponent’s momentum nearly snapped her ankles.
“You’re done!” Vanilla declared as one of the wings lashed out and clipped Mireya along the right side of the face, opening up a thin red line from ear to chin.
Screaming an obscenity in a language that the captain didn’t understand, the half-night elf suddenly flung her head forward and crashed her forehead against her adversary’s nose. Blood sprayed as Vanilla’s nose crumpled inward like a stomped soda can, but before further damage could be done, the metal wings were used to swat away Mireya.
“You… you bitch!” Vanilla shouted behind a hand clenched over her now blood-marred visage. “The nose? Who does that?”
Mireya, whose face was now half covered in blood from the wound on her cheek, grinned and grabbed for her poleax.
Catch - Gamzee Makara - 02-23-2016
Melx roars through the pain, turning the propulsion from the accidental explosion into a spinning somersault of death. Not an acrobatic pirouette, no, but a somersault of death. He swings on his heavy buster sword as if it was a fixed object, cleaving through the air as if it was...air.
Gamzee, for all his worth, is still planted on his ass, trying in vain to crack open the bottle of Jazzberry Blue he so desperately desires. It is this roar that brings to his attention the current predicament he finds himself in. Looking up from the exercise in futility that is releasing the blasted blessed miracles, the clown takes a few frozen moments to assess his situation.
Caught with his proverbial pants down? Check.
Big Ass Sword headed for a one way trip to his neck? Check.
Pissed off Bomber-Maniac? Check.
Nnnnnope. Not much else to say. Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.
With a barrage of swears and curses, Gamzee tumble-rolls with gusto. Tuck and roll, tuck and roll! Scrambling to his feet, the troll tries not to flinch as that big biznasty sword clangs into the blank ground he was occupying not seconds ago. This is accompanied by a fizzy, carbonated *SPLORTCH* noise as the abandoned bottle of Faygo is left for dead. The clown prince of idiocy, with his back turned, makes himself and easy and present target. Melx, with a bomb for every occasion, jams his free hand into his trench coat pocket, fingers clasping around a metal ball contraption doo-hickey. With a grunt, he pitches a fastball aimed right between his fool foe’s shoulder blades.
*thwack*
It sticks to the alien’s shirt with some unknown adhesive. “Ow! That hurt like a motherf-”
*beep*
*beep*
*beepbeepbeepbeep*
Gamzee really doesn’t understand what happens within the span of these few short seconds, but he really, really doesn’t like it. Probably because of all these little annoying things: the sticky stuff, the blinking metal ball, the way his back was turned like an idiot. It all boils down to one thing; an exploding juggalo. Or rather, an exploding Gamzee. Again. Man, he really is tired of people exploding him.
The blast sends him motherfuckin’ flying. He pitches forward face first into the ground, skidding and flip flopping quite a good ways before finally coming to a rest, belly up. Smoke lingers and wisps off his body. His chest rises and falls slowly but steadily. The clown’s eyes flutter open peacefully, as he tries to dash away the burning sensation behind his eyelids. Mother of Mirth did it feel like there was a new hole in his back. It was all kinds of uncomfortable.The unknown source of light illuminating the Nexus makes it hard for the fool to really look into the nonexistent sky.
Not that he really wanted to look at it. He has an ass-kicking to hand out, in the name of his Mistress Guu. The Miracles of the Nexus can wait.
Shakily, Mister Makara rises to his feet, purple canvas shoes now pleasantly scuffed. He turns to face his aggressor, one Officer Melx. What an annoying downer this guy is going to be. S'aight. Ups and downsomes come and go, or something metaphorical like that. With a strangely uncharacteristically steely (and lots of other -ly words) determination, along with a very characteristically cheeky smirk, the High-Blood tightens his grip on the Deuce of Clubs. He cracks out the crick in his neck to the left, and then once to the right. The sickening sound of clacking and grinding bone joints brings an odd, twisted aspect to the lopsided smile.
Melx is ominously stomping towards the idiot, tossing another sticky bomball up into the air, only to let it fall down casually back into his hand.
Mirth be praised, Gamzee is going enjoy clobbering this son of a bitch.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Doomguy - 02-28-2016
Way too many times have I gone through these teleporters, the split second when your body realized it was in two places at once twisted my stomach into a pretzel. And this is before you consider that they loved to dump me in front of demons ready to tear me limb from limb. I immediately resolved to never go through one again, despite the fact that I knew it was a promise as I would have to use the teleporter just to get back without going through the Empire. It would to bitch about later, as more immediately concerns came straight to the fore as the flash of green light that was my entrance disappeared and I was was left out in the open, coverless, white parking lot that was the Nexus.
Either by design or luck I spawned close enough to the fountain centered in the monotone plane of existence that I could see the skirmish that clashed around it. I picked out enough detail that I could tell the different combatants apart and visualize who was on each side, and as expected from anything associated with the pink walking disaster zone that was Guu they all looked ridiculous. Should I talk about the clown with horns, the three color coded Sailor Moon knock offs, or the princess? Not Guu, the OTHER princess, the one who was shakily trying to get back on her feet with support from the fountain. Guu herself had taken a change, no longer the ten year old with the dead eye stare but an adult with actual features. Why she was like that I'd ask after I brought the pain.
"Another freak joins the fight! Where do they all come from?" A woman in a purple dress had taken the fight to the air with someone with the exact kit as her yelled out, as those not already focused on their own melee turned their focus to me. I responded by pulling the heavy assault rifle to my hand and flipped up the scope, and found one of the engines that kept her flying under the cross hair. Two quick pulls of the trigger punched two bullets right into the jet and she found herself cartwheeling through the air as she desperately tried to not crash onto her face.
"Come on, Guu, I thought you were up against an army. This looks more like an army's marching band" I shouted the insult with a deep laugh to follow. Guu shrugged in return with a sheepish grin, but any banter thrown between us was cut short when the red haired bimbo squared off against me. Her look reminded me very much Guu classic: eternally bored looking and unintimidating, yet a shiver went down my spine as if a spook was ready to show itself.
"I see. You think of yourself as some kind of warrior," she spoke in a flat voice, "maybe this fight will be interesting". I loaded the HAR's rocket pods as she gabbed. I didn't see what she was suppose to threaten me with no weapon, only for her to hold her hands in front of her and I saw the ripple in the air. I threw myself to the side and rolled away, but I felt the beam of force slam into my side as it ripped across the Nexus. My ribs survived the impact, the wind was knocked out of me and I crawled to my feet as she threw several long spikes at me with surprising force, including one that punched through my shoulder armor. Despite the direct hit, she looked unchanged in her mood.
"Eat this!" I roared as stood back to full height. The rocket pods on the rifle were charged, and I let loose a storm of mini-missile at here and waited for the limbs to fly. But she stood her ground, and the missiles explodes feet in front of her, only for her to come out untouched.
"Oh, I hoped you would be more of a challenge than that. How unfor-"
I stopped her when I whipped out a middle finger from my off hand, as I switched the assault rifle with the grapple gun..
"Rude! No one does that to me!" I apparently had hit a nerve, as her stare turned intense. The shiver down my spine turned to sharp pains inside my head, as the psychic tried to force herself into my mind. But when she tried to worm her way through, I grit my teeth and with great pains aimed the grapple gun. The first hook arced towards her, and with her focus on me the bard was to far in her defenses that when she tried to deflect it the hook still sunk into her leg. I saw the briefest squint from the leotard wearing idiot as she looked at it, only for sudden realization to happen after the second hook was fired over her head and attach itself to the fountain. She grabbed at the steeel cable, but couldn't get it out before the it tightened as she was pulled across the Nexus floor with a scream.
I laughed hard enough that I forgot I was still bleeding from a gash in my upper torso and that it felt like someone tried to ram a frozen drill through my brain.
"Lets end this" I clipped the empty gun to my belt and reach over my back with both hands to grab the heaviest weapon in my arsenal. It felt good to wield in my hands again, a righteous power like a hammer of a judge. Its girth was held out before me, the support arms clamped onto my armor. My hands held it tightly, pure power at my disposal. The big gun was now for all to see.
"Alright you primitive screwheads. You see this? This is the Big Fucking Gun 9000! Bare witness to its capacity for destruction and violence. The demons of Hell couldn't stand before the miniature sun in my hands, and the earth broke as it struck them down! Ain't nothing that could survive against this achievement of plasma. Now let me ask you: who wanna make my fucking day?!"
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Guu - 03-01-2016
“Try me.” Said Strawberry with a grin, confident that the large weapon was more bark than bite.
“Wait!” Yelled Bonbon, extending her bloodied and broken arm towards the pink magical girl. Doomy and Strawberry turned their attention towards her. “Do not underestimate that weapon.”
“Well, well, I see someone amongst you assholes actually knows their shit.” Doomguy said smugly.
She had watched DA recordings, she knew quite well what that weapon was capable of. She looked wearily over towards her comrades, each one battling their respective opponents.
’It doesn’t matter how many i bring,’ she thought, her mind somewhat blurred. ’Filth just crawls out of the muck to stand beside her.’
’It’s just not fair.’
She sighed heavily and pulled out a strange gun, fired it into the air. It launched a firecracker that popped high in the sky, making purple sparks that scatter through the air.
Each Berry Blitzkrieg member turn to the source of the sound, they each immediately nod after they take note of it.
Jani sent a rocket towards the fountain, setting off a blast pretty close to where Bonbon was standing. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Princess Bitch took to the skies and headed straight for the Camelot gate. Each member took off for a random gate, flying at their highest speeds. Melx gave Gamzee one last pained stink eye before heading for the Frozen Fields. Jani launched the last of her ammunition at Toybox girl before taking off for Vasty Deeps. Adam’s opponent gives him a respectful nod before dashing for the Tangled. Team Neapolitan all left together for the Moors.
Guu, still in her adult form, bruises and burns all over her body, walks over to Doomguy. Before she shifted into her younger self, the space marine could see a soft, relieved smile on her face, a brief moment of unmasked emotion, before her normal face covers it up again.
The battle was over.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - 00 - 03-01-2016
It had only been a matter of time before something would eventually stir, the giant carp streamer slung so unelegantly over one of the peeing statues.
Twice now it has been awoken so rudely, first by some empty figure in their own void, and then by the unwelcome noise of arguments.
Still, it hadn't moved, eyes simply deigning to roll across their cloth as it stared -- and napped -- through the fights.
The firecrackers near the end were a nice touch, though, and began to slowly wake the wind sock more with interest.
It was the blast near the fountain that finally urged the fish to move, and its body gave a sharp slap against the old bronze, propelling its body in a clean arc through the air that dropped it into the fountain bowl with a splash, the droplets pattering across its back.
By the time it had lifted its head out over the lip, it only just managed to catch sight of the many folks dispersing, speeding off into the distance.
Where were they going?
It squinted, barely able to see the structures so far away, and turned towards those that remained.
Their numbers had diminished, and, though it waited a short while, no more scuffles seemed to be breaking out.
Curious, it gave another push, sending itself sliding out of the bowl, and started flopping across the ground towards them.
More than halfway there it paused, resting, rolled over onto its stomach and stared, making no noise and perfectly oblivious as to whether or not its presence was even the tiniest bit noticeable.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Doomguy - 03-01-2016
The short lived moment as I felt a big smile on my face when finally someone recognized me and my weapon left when the other side did the same. They fled to the four corners of the earth (and yes, I've always wanted to use that saying), or in this case the various gates of the nexus, and left me and the Ambrosians to rally at the fountain. Considering the flat plane of the hub world, I could have easily blown their brains out as they ran. But I had no intention to shoot retreating fighters in the back. The brace arms of the BFG clanked as it bent as I placed it where it belonged and the heavy cannon rested once more.
"We really need to stop meeting like this. People will start to think we're together or something" I joked to Guu as I started the tedious reload of the grapple gun. It was weird to see her actually have a visible human expression, since between the time we met at Dante's Abyss and from when I've seen her either on the internet or on a t-shirt had either than flat bored look or the obviously fake wide-eyed one. But that relieved smile blew away any doubts or complaints that hammered in my mind. This is why I help people.
"Sorry I'm late," I gave her my full attention once I was done with the reload, other than the glance as the others, "but serious, who the fuck did you piss off to get a kill team like that on your head?"
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Guu - 03-01-2016
“Eh, Berry Blitzkrieg.” She said casually.
As she explained, she started to shift around her body, moving bruises and cuts along her skin to where they can be hidden under her dress. She even moved her black eye and formed a new eye in its place. Her broken bones made cracking sounds as she shuffled them around her organs.
“Ambrosia was originally a colony of their’s before they abandoned it. They also hate everything that’s not human so they aren’t a fan of what I’ve brought to the place.”
In a flash of light, her torn up and scorched dress was replaced with a new one.
“Not the most cheerful group to have around.”
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Schwi Dola - 03-01-2016
Toybox Girl took some hits from Jane's attack and was looking much worse for the wear. While her attacks with her Beezle companions had seemed to work, the red mage type Jane must have had an exceedingly high armor rating and attack power. Still, the enemy had retreated. TBG decided not to pursue them further. She would have to scan for bounties relating to them in more detail when she had the chance. She started to fall from the sky talking to her companions."That went pretty good, but let's leave it at that. I'm not sure we could take them if they found backup." "Yea, let's find out more about the people we just helped." "They seem nice!"
Toybox Girl landed near the short pink haired one dismissing the golden hand and demon that she had copied.. She had quite the interesting moves, and if TBG has to guess was a robot, or at least enhanced with technology or magic. She didn't seem all that magical. "Hey, so I think proper introductions are in order? I'm Toybox Girl and these are..." Toybox Girl stopped as she looked at the BFG Doomguy was carrying. Obviously a gun, from a glance it was likely a mid-range rifle but her mimic system was already feeding her the specifications. Despite its relatively low size the thing boasted a huge power output. Wanting to try it already, TBG recalled a bad habit of trying to summon interesting things on sight.
Adaptation complete. Codename: Emerald Plasma Shot Cannon: Powerful anti-personnel shot coupled with small area of effect. Vulnerabilities found in exposed energy matrix. Self-guided independent processing computer only.
One of her robot arms held out and started to warp in a copy of the weapon. Blue energy started to form in the shape of the BFG 9000. It almost surprised TBG with how much energy it took to summon a copy and that she could only create it with a single shot's worth of ammunition. Toybox GIrl started to aim it up into the air and feeling its weight with her robotic arm. "What do you call it? Its quite a bit different from energy weapons I'm familiar with. Its like a Stardust Cannon but has more in common with the capabilities of a Linear Cannon."
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Schwi Dola - 03-01-2016
In the blink of an eye Desco was back again in the Nexus. She wondered what had happened. She saw others nearby from the Graveyard but Ururu wasn't next to her. How strange, maybe Desco wasn't released to the same spot that she was. She didn't know that Ururu had just been placed far enough that Desco couldn't recognize her general features, but relatively close to the fountain. On the other hand, as she turned around she had been practically materialized on top of Guu, some guy in a space marine suit, a girl with robot parts, Carn, and yet more others which had been there the last time Desco was here. That to Desco was five or six days ago.
It had been quite a while for Desco, so she charged Guu to give her a big hug. It looked like Guu was in a fight recently but Desco wasn't that concerned about it. She also didn't connect it to the fight five days ago. "Guuu! Desco missed you its been almost a week! How did the fight with those weird people go? Desco has a big story to tell you! She was brought to this temple and Ururu was there! But this spirit guy was the one that brought all these ninjas, heroes, and other guys to help him. Desco wasn't sure she wanted to do it being a Final Boss but he was giving out an artifact and she wanted to help Ururu! Then.."
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Guu - 03-01-2016
Guu was overjoyed as Desco reappeared suddenly on her senses, and not that far away either! However, as the demon child spoke, she had a brief double take on what she was saying.
"Wait, a week? It hasn't even been an hour. The fight just ended."
Desco looked puzzled at this response, but her thoughts were hindered when Guu went in for a hug.
"I'm glad you're back anyways."
Considering she had several cuts and and bruises tucked away on her chest, the hug hurt like hell, but she didn't care.
Re: Waiting for Pirate Man - Mickey Mouse - 03-01-2016
Plop.
Mickey would never get used to teleporting. Especially given that the Omniverse didn’t have a surefire way of making sure he would land on his feet, which meant he often found himself crashing to the ground in a little heap. Someone would be hard-pressed to call the Nexus a soft landing zone, too.
Rolling over onto his back, the mouse groaned a little from the impact. He pressed a gloved hand to his forehead, his big ears ringing like Quasimodo’s bells.
The Nexus. How long had it been since he’d been in this place? Before the sack of Nippur, that much was certain. The place served as a sort of cross-roads between the verses—some of which he hadn’t even laid eyes on yet—and yet he’d spent so little time here. Lengthy amounts of his journey had taken place in several of the different major verses, whether he was fighting off the Empire’s troops in Coruscant, trudging through the forest in the Tangled Green, exacting justice with his best friend in the Endless Dunes, or helping the people of Bree in Camelot.
The vast white nothingness that made up this centralized hub, though, would never be to his liking. It was too flat, too boring, and by most accounts, much too violent. He’d only been here for minutes and already he’d spotted a collection of devious looking primes gathering together in this distance. Among them, Mickey recognized Sinestro, one of the leaders of LAW he’d fought alongside in the Battle of Nippur, and the suited agent who’d given he and Belle trouble early in the quest for Teucer’s relics.
Staying away from them seemed like the most advantageous path. Whatever they were up to, it didn’t look fun and didn’t look like anything the mouse would enjoy, especially after spending days locked in an unnecessary bloodbath for some pieces of armor.
He couldn’t leave without Blues, though. Where the heck was the kid, anyway?
He remembered watching the preteen machine stalk up the steps into Teucer’s temple, and then he’d returned his focus to Belle to say good-bye before they got swept away. A quick glance around him showed that the redheaded girl and his armored friend were nowhere to be found. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small corner of Play, Boy he’d ripped off and gotten Belle to write her address on.
With a shiver, he stuffed it back into his pocket. Ugh, he could hardly even look at it anymore. Doubts swirled within his head about the survival guide—if it was even that at all. Had he been wrong all along? Had Belle been correct when she’d said it was some sort of dirty magazine meant for all sorts of unsavory things? What would that even involve, anyway? He had so many questions and so few answers, but his friend had disappeared from his side and would be unable to oblige him.
Perhaps, he thought, he should make his way to Coruscant and find Belle, and ask her all of these things about Play, Boy. Honestly, though, the mouse didn’t know if he even wanted to know.
He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to think about Teucer or the place he’d abducted them to ever again. In fact, all he wanted to think about now was getting back to Minnie and going home. He glanced in the direction of the gate to the Tangled Green and was surprised to find another contingency of primes and secondaries gathered together not far off. They all looked pretty similar to the citizens of Ambrosia he’d met during his brief stay there. Was Guu with them?
From a brief scan, it appeared that yes, the princess had accompanied her people on their huge trip to the Nexus. She stood not incredibly far off from the mouse, talking with… oh gosh, the King swallowed nervously, It’s the guy that killed me in Dante’s Abyss. His nerves were on edge. The hulking man seemed cordial enough speaking with Guu, but… well, Mickey couldn’t possibly be sure.
Just stay calm. Maybe he won’t see you.
And then, he saw her.
The mouse screeched in excitement. “MIREYA! MIREYA, OVER HERE!”
So much for staying calm. Suddenly unphased by possible impending danger, Mickey Mouse broke into a sprint and waved his arms wildly, happy to see a friend.
RE: Waiting for Pirate Man - Proto Man - 03-02-2016
AAfter having chased off the xenophobes, Mireya figured they’d earned a few moments of relative peace and quiet, but any fleeting chance of calm came to an end when the primes started to pile into the Nexus.
At first, they just dropped into the waters of the fountain or appeared in the area around it. Since she didn’t have to worry about a maniac with metal wings trying to take her head off, the half-night elf had been able to eavesdrop on most of their conversations. They spoke of hidden verses, relics of great power, guardians, and most seemed frustrated over one thing or another.
As those primes started to appear, others slowly began to filter in from the many surrounding verses. Most of them didn’t seem happy in the slightest, and almost all of them were dressed for war. While Princess Bon Bon had been driven off, there was no telling when this new situation in the Nexus might explode.
The princess isn’t in good shape, either. Mireya scowled, although she did smile faintly when Desco showed back up from the Fountain. The demon-girl started to spout tales of artefacts and heroes and ‘a spirit,’ which seemed in line with what the others had been talking about as well. Had there been some kind of culling recently?
Before she could inform the princess that they should considering withdrawing back to the Tangled Green, Mireya heard a familiar, high-pitched voice ring out through the growing crowd of primes.
“MIREYA! MIREYA, OVER HERE!”
Turning her focus back toward the Fountain of Infinity, the half-night elf smirked faintly at the sight of the mouse king rushing toward her, frantically waving his hands as if he feared there were any other Mireyas in the vicinity. Before she could open her mouth to address Mickey, his feet had already left the ground. With something halfway between a chuckle and a grunt, Mireya bent down and caught the mouse, whose momentum caused them both to twirl around as he squeezed his thin little limbs around her waist.
Once that strange and heart warming moment was over, the half-night elf set Mickey down onto his feet and took a knee to look the king in the eyes. Despite the tenseness of the Nexus, the mouse seemed unaffected for the moment as he pushed a hand into the woman’s shoulder.
“Que pasa?!”
Mireya blinked a few times at the sound of mouse’s accent, but once that moment subsided, she shook her head and replied.
“Bien y tú?
“Tenía un loco de unos días, mi amiga!!”
The half night-elf smiled at the mouse’s enthusiasm. “You’re going to have to tell me all about it over some of your wife’s lovely tea.”
At the mention of his consort, Mickey’s eyes went wide as he glanced through the mobs in an attempt to figure out which direction led to the Tangled Green. “I should go back before she gets too worried.” Before the mouse could step passed Mireya, she put an arm out to stop him, prompting a furrowed brow from her small companion. “What’s up?”
“Your wife left for the Dunes,” the woman replied. “She heard about the Proto Mouse and went looking for clues.”
Mickey’s eyes—still widened—shifted along with his head as he slowly turned to look in the direction of the Endless Dunes. “Oh, man, I was just there!” He replied. “Well... just there a few days ago.”
“Months.”
“Wait, months?”
The half-night elf chuckled. “You and Blues left Ambrosia probably five or six months ago.”
Before Mickey could blurt out something he’d regret, the pair were distracted by a heavy shape crashing down into the fountain. Without words, they advanced toward the Fountain of Infinity and watched as a familiar boy popped out of the water.
With a groan, Blues spat out a mouthful of water and sagged over the edge of the fountain. The preteen machine was dressed in some sort of classical armor—bronze chestplate, greaves, vambrances, and even a helmet with red feathers adorning its crest. After a moment to catch his ‘breath,’ the robot looked up and grinned from underneath a pair of sunglasses. “Hey.”
Mireya smiled, but just as some words were trying to make their way out of her mouth, Mickey put a hand on her belt and another on the robot’s wrist.
“C’mon, we gotta go find Minnie!” He declared before half-dragging his mechanical friend from the Fountain of Infinity.
RE: Waiting for Pirate Man - 00 - 03-02-2016
The continued gathering and passing of various entities was beginning to wear on the koinobori, with the splash of another falling into the fountain finally sending the kite rolling away from the crowds.
As fun it was to watch their smooth movements and changing expressions, even if their conversations simply flew over the carp's head, it felt it was as good a time as any to move on from the place, maybe head home and resume its hibernation, perhaps stop by the city on its way?
But as it flopped onto its stomach for the seventeenth or so time, gaining not-too-considerable distance but good enough distance from most of the others, it finally realized that something was-- is...a bit off.
Out-of-place or odd, like a new back pocket thanks to that knife which just ripped several holes into your jeans.
Eyes drop to pectoral and pelvic fins, watching them bulge and burp at a rate far slower than the speed of thought, then rise to survey the expansive whiteness, which should have been gone by now -- in fact, minutes behind now.
Having just woken up, even if it was by interruption that resulted in less than substantial restfulness, is no excuse alone for this sudden drudgery -- it is only barely drowsy at this point, head still swimming a little but awake just enough to be lucid and capable.
As a pair of human arms and rat legs pop out of and then back into their sockets, the fish raises itself up, examining the surrounding horizons.
The memory of the blank figure in the darkness rises up, and its mind clicks.
This again....
It had thought at first that it was a joke, or perhaps the person had even simply been ill-informed -- but no, apparently this is not the case.
Defenses and guards had been put in place, but still...caught unawares, or maybe struck a deal?
The fish's mind rolls with the possibilities of how this could have happened, struggling to formulate a comprehensive collective.
Then it settles, with a puff of imaginary smoke, as in gears having ground their cogs down to nothing, yet still meshing against one another.
Sighing, shrugging what little shoulders it has, the fish offers up only a slight, awkward smile.
It's no use worrying about now, is there?
In fact, this could be a good thing!
Another world, different maybe a bit, new probably not, but still--! --more places and times to explore, a whole other universe to wander, watch, note, remember, study, know, relax, rest-- its mouth opens into a wide O, releasing a soft jangling sound from its throat.
...But perhaps catch a few Zs first, hm?
Not here, though, it decides, glancing at the filled emptiness around it --for this area is far too busy.
It stares at all of the folks coming from who-knows-where; it would be foolish to think this was all there is, and just plain dumb if that were the truth of it.
It sits back for a moment to observe their movements again, somewhat more closely this time, to determine the general direction that everyone has been coming and going -- besides materializing in the air and around the fountain, that is.
It doesn't quite feel like backtracking, even if there is some sort of secret teleportation taking place somewhereabouts the structure.
It scans the horizon, faintly re-registering the too-distant structures again.
Buildings, or lone structures, like the fountain?
Portals perhaps.
Looks like it would take a while to get over there -- can't teleport and...the fish glances about itself meekly, then sprints forward a few paces before skidding to a halt...and it can't seem to run very fast on its own, either.
Maybe someone else could...?
It recalls some of the information the other entity had given it -- actually, what did they call themselves again?
It was like the universe thing, kinda infinity-ish-- oh, Omni.
Right.
And something called Omnilium, was it?
A currency, did they say?
Source of power or something of the sorts -- a bit hard to remember, the streamer had been half-asleep through that whole conversation.
It was all a bit crude and rude at the time.
They could have at least waited till they had woken up on their own -- sure that could have taken up to an indeterminably infinite amount of time, but still....
Anyhow, that must be what that new feeling was, that something's-in-my-pockets sense, even though all of its possible pockets should have been turned outwards before it fell asleep.
With a bit of focus on that area of itself, the fish is able to cough up a shiny, iridescent orb of oil-like slickness -- and then, recalling the amount of people milling about, hurriedly shifts its body over the object and crouched down to hide it, uncertain of its particular value, both to present others and to its future self.
Huffing, the fish waggles its tail while staring it down, unable to keep from remarking to itself how coarse this whole situation seems to be so far.
It doesn't move from the spot for a short while, watching as the orb begins to glow white, popping out a piece of itself that rolls across the ground, then begins to bulge, distort, and grow, slowly changing shape into...something else.
The fish, still focusing most of its attention on the smaller moving part, scoops up and swallows the remains, which by then has returned to their darker spectral color; despite thinking to have swallowed a smaller piece, the feeling in its "pocket" feels no less than before.
The still-glowing shape starts to shake and shimmer, scattering a bit of drops on its own; seeming close to disassembling itself, the koinobori realizes that perhaps it is being too vague, and forms a sharper image in its mind of what it wants.
It takes another minute or so, but before long the glow subsides, and the creaky rusted shape of an old swamp-fleeting airboat on wheels sits before it.
The carp gives a grin, glad that at least something seems to be working, even if by a rather roundabout route, and happily waits for its body to shrink to just-under average human height before hopping aboard; as it sets about to getting the thing started, a straw hat pops out of its dorsal fin then floats down to rest atop its head, with a string to tie about its face with which to make certain that it doesn't fall off so easily.
With the sound of revving motors and whirling wind, boat and fish speed off for the horizon
RE: Waiting for Pirate Man - Schwi Dola - 03-03-2016
Desco wasn't sure what Guu meant by what she just said. Still, it did not quite click to Desco that she meant. Desco said, "An hour? You mean you were fighting them for a whole week?!" Desco was quite surprised that the fight had gone on that long. Even when she was freshly released from her prison in Hades, taking over the entire world was a week's task. A single battle never lasted that long. Desco had the stamina for that kind of thing before the Omniverse but most demons did not have her toughness.
Before Guu could answer Desco's exclamation, she noticed that mouse and proto guy were close by too. Desco pointed them out to Guu. She said, "That guy over there is the one Desco and Ururu helped to get the artifact. Desco didn't like the idea of helping a stranger but Ururuchan listened to her Ninja elders and went along with it. Desco wanted to be a good friend so she helped Ururu help him. But Desco didn't actually see what artifact he got. Maybe its that new outfit he has! His name is Protoman, and that guy's name is Mickey Mouse."
RE: Waiting for Pirate Man - Doomguy - 03-03-2016
"Who?" I asked as Guu gave me a name that meant nothing to me. I suspected that she thought I honestly didn't care who it was that was trying to kill her. And fair enough, a good chunk of me didn't have since I didn't expect to run into any of these cronies again once I had returned to the Vasty Deeps and was on my way home. But I still thought about the safety of others. I would be a terrible soldier if I didn't.
"The one with the crown?" The bubble gum girl answered, and it immediately popped in my head.
"Oh, the bitch that was hiding behind the fountain? Yeah okay" With that answered, Guu gave the why of why the teenage asshat had taken such an interest in her. I didn't know how the 8 year old had gotten Ambrosia other than an assumption that it had somehow fallen into her lap after Gilgamesh chased the majority of the population off. That her charge had been taken from a group of righteous windbags explained a lot, especially why the younger generation of the town had decided to stick with Guu rather than return back home. I know I would have stayed in that situation, if the description of the place was any indication.
"Yeah, I've known a couple people like that in my life. Spineless wimps, the lot of them. If they ever fought someone, it was never against someone they thought could fight back." Well, thankfully there was always someone like me around... although I realized that wouldn't be me for long "Before I get to Omni, I'll be sure to look into getting some people to help guard Ambrosia"
I glanced over to one of the other fighters, one "Toybox Girl", as she floated over to us and introduced herself. Or tried to, anyway, as he suddenly took a fascination with me. Or rather, my weapons, as I could trace her stare to my BFG. My own look over her quickly revealed a very odd set of equipment, a massive backpack armed with weapons normally carried by vehicle attached to a girl about half my size. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow behind my helmet, until she summoned the BFG, MY BFG, in one of the backpack's arm and I nearly jumped in to rip it away from her. Thankfully she showed enough thought to aim it at the blank white sky of the Nexus.
"I call it the Big Fucking Gun" I couldn't stop the worry that came out of my voice, along with my hands held out in caution, despite the fact that she had already proven to have experience from the fight as well as her confidence as she spoke of similar weapons. It was clear she had the training, and I ha just had to kick my brain a little to realize that. "Its official designation is the Blast Force Generator 9000, but literally no one I know calls it that"
"Actually, it's small for its power output compared to the weapons I mentioned before" She explained as she looked up to physically examine it. A part of me felt insulted to have my pride and joy referred to as "small", but I mentally squished that and just answered with an annoyed grunt and a hidden snarl "Your civilization must be very advanced to have this level of miniaturization"
"Uh...thanks?" Was the only thing I could come up with as I scratched at the back of my helmet. How DOES one respond to that? I looked around to see if there was anyone else who heard this and thought the same, only to see Guu had moved off to someone else and was in the middle of a hug with a-
Demon.
DEMON.
DEMON!
The entirety of my body reacted in reflex, an almost fluid motion as I spun to get my self facing towards the monster and my hand gripped around the wooden grip my shotgun as rage overtook everything else. My teeth were let upbarred as I thought to rend the world a bloody red with the blood of the hellspawn. I had the barrel half way out of the holster before any form of logic tried to hold me back, as the fact that Guu was between me and the creature was plain as day. A small whisper of memory reminded me that the pink princess had mentioned a friendly demon before, and basic logic pointed the purple tentacled girl out as them.
"Something wrong?" I heard TBG behind me, and I let out a long, long sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" I lied through my teeth as I dropped the shotgun back into its leather holster "I'll be fine" That's a bit more to the truth. I grabbed my PDA and scanned through my emails in order to get my mind of my near execution.
Nothing from Jones yet, and while I was in something of a hurry to leave the Omniverse I didn't want to just twiddle my thumbs while I waited. Might as well stay until then.
Of course, I regretted that decision when someone else joined into the area and headed for us. Mickey Mouse. I remembered him, although now he wasn't covered in mud and blood and otherwise wasn't about to reduced to atoms by the weapon in my hands. The last fight at the end of Dante's Abyss was not a good place for first impressions, and while I spend the time since to forget about it there he was and there the memory came roaring back. He remembered too, as step immediately slowed when we locked eyes to visor and a brief moment of awkwardness filled the air with until he thankfully managed to find a distraction in another one of the fighters.
"Wait. Hey, Guu!" I called out to the strange girl as she still talked to her friend "Is the with you, too?" I pointed the mouse "Man, good thing I haven't visited Ambrosia, I probably would have been run out on a rail"