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How the NPF Saved Christmas: 'Twas the Fight before Christmas...
You see, Santa’s Castle is magically hidden from the world. Not only does this prevent people from coming up and hampering the work done there, it also protects him from his enemies. After all, if they can’t find him, they can’t harm him.
However, on this particular night, they did find him. The taking of the castle was swift. The elves are not the elves of Tolkien’s lore, who are blessed with grace and skilled with bow. They are but tinkers, beings small of stature, who love nothing more but to create, not destroy. Santa and his wife are not fighters, either. The only opposition the foe faced was Santa’s bodyguard for the year, a great cat with a magic paw. The cat fought bravely, but in the end, knew the castle was lost. Before the Castle fell, the cat sent a message out along Santa’s intelligence lines. Oh, trust me, if St. Nick is to know who is naughty or nice, his information network has to be vast. The cat sent out a message to other warriors, asking them to come to the North Pole to free Santa Claus. Just after the message was sent, the cat was forced to flee the Castle grounds…but not empty handed… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Toastburner ran through the cold, artic blizzard, a small pouch held tightly in his teeth. His mind still raced through the sudden attack on the castle. He had been caught flat-footed, unprepared to fight. After all…they were suppose to stop Santa on his flight, not lay siege to his castle! TB could only hope his message had gotten out to the others. He couldn’t retake the castle alone…and midnight wasn’t going to wait. Finally, he reached his goal: A large mound of ice, large enough to stand out in the wasteland of the north pole, even in the midst of the current blizzard. Toastburner let go of the pouch, and began to work at the knot with his teeth. What wouldn’t I give to have fingers right now? he thought to himself. Through the howling winds cut a howl of different kind. Devil dogs, Toastburner thought to himself. He had to work quickly. Finally, the knot gave way. Toastburner jogged over to the mound of ice. Red lightning danced around his right paw. With that paw, TB touched the ice. A resounding crackle echoed across the North Pole as the top layer of snow and ice burst apart. Toastburner flinched. Now that I just gave away my position to every demon out here, might as well make myself really stand out. With a leap, Toastburner reached the top of the mound. He sunk his claws into the ice to keep from slipping. He shook his head until a fine, colorful powder fell from the bag. As the dust hit the ice, it began to glow. Each dust particle lit up with the brightness of a small Christmas light…and there were thousands of particles in the pouch. The ice mound lit up, a great beacon of multicolored lights. So bright, the clouds above reflected the colors. The mound would be seen for miles. That should the other’s attention. TB thought to himself. As he hopped down from the mound, the howling of devil dogs returned. Unfortunately, he thought to himself, it attracts everyone’s attention. A trio of devil dogs burst out of the darkness. The creatures had the form of misshapen wolves: fur that was either pitch black or blood red, white, pupil-less eyes, fangs that were far too long for their mouths, and cruel claws that should had no business being on a dog. Toastburner turned to face them, red energy again dancing across the tattoo on his right paw. The first dog leapt, but never stood a chance. In mid air, Toastburner struck, unleashing the energy of the tattoo. The dog exploded in a black haze. The next dog charged, and Toastburner jumped over the beat as it charged, using his back claws to rake the devil dog’s back as it rushed under him.. The size that he was, each of TB’s claws were the size of a small dagger. Eight deep, bloody cuts ran down the devil dog’s back. TB leapt on the last before it could strike, claws striking it with his left paw, then finishing it off with a blast from his right. The surviving devil dog charged again, seemly immune to the wounds on it’s back. Toastburner kicked with his hind legs again, catching the hound in the head, then turned and pounced. His weight bore the dog to the snow, a quick blow to the back of the hound’s head ended it’s struggle. Toastburner stood, his eyes still glowing red. More hounds howled in the darkness, and a large pack appeared at the edge of his vision. The others better get here soon, he thought to himself. Lightning enshrouded his right paw, and he leaped towards the pack. |
Premonitions reclined leisurely by his indoor pool; damn it was good to be
insanely powerful. One of his green and black servant robots came to him with a bubbling drink on a silver platter. He took it and sipped gingerly, he sighed and stretched his arms and legs, behind him, hundreds of robots were adorning Stately vision Manor with strings of lights Christmas may have been coming but in Premonitions's world, it only snowed when he wanted it to. Suddenly a loud, disembodied voice broke the serene silence. "Hey you got a message!" Premonitions almost fell out of his chair "Dammit C, Don't do that!" he growled "What kind of message?" the formless, invisible being know also as "The Narrarator" Dictated the message with a mocking robotic tone "Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner" Premonitions sighed and got up this is why he hated to leave his private dimension, he made friends who felt it necessary to call on him at all times he walked to his mansion, climbed up two flights of stairs to his bedroom and changed into his Black denim Jacket, Black jeans Green T-shirt and black sneakers, then took the transport tube to the secret lab, His dimensions was an anomaly, it was actually very similar to a mysterious part of the multiverse known as "The White space" at the very center was a bizarre source of reality altering energy, that was supposedly the place from which he and C originated, it is also the source of his great powers and the portal, unfortunately in other dimensions he could only access his portal and some slightly enhanced human strength he was, however able to put several homing beacons for his teleporter in various universes he calibrated the machine, stepped inside, and disappeared. |
"Bwahahaha!" PyrosNine cackled to himself as he stealthily perched atop a brick wall surrounding Raiden's house. He had come up with the perfect prank, after 3 long minutes of scheming. All he had to do was simply make a solid finger of fire, then fly it over to Raiden's doorbell. He could hit the doorbell remotely, and when Raiden came out to look at his doorstep, no one would be there! The ultimate Ding door ditch!
<Sometimes, I'm far too cunning for my own good!> Pyros thought to himself. He and Raiden had been feuding for the last couple of days, over important stuff like whether or not Raziel and The Prince's voice actor were one in the same, Pyros's newfound ability to turn his enemies to salt in the SOL rp, and whether or not "Chuck Norris" was a valid answer as to "Who would win: Pirates vs. Ninjas" So naturally, a prankwar was started. And PyrosNine had the ultimate prank yet! Pyros waved his paw, and soon a small ball of fire appeard in the air. With much concentration, and a light "meow!" the ball formed itself into the shape of a hand. Pyros focused and sent it towards the door, ever so slowly. <So far, So good!> The hand stretched out it's pointer finger, and moved to the doorbell's button. Closer...Closer...closer...PRESS! DING DONG! |
Moments after Toasburner had dealt with the third Devil Dog, a new sound could be heard. A single guitar wailed out melodic violence and chaos. As the tempo grew faster, the tones grew louder, and soon the player's position was learned. There, just over that hill, one could see the outline of a single person with a guitar. As the final chord was struck, the sillhouette reached into his pocket and pulled out some electronic device. He jumped into the air, starting a flip. Somehow, he vanished. The flip completed next to Toastburner. There stood CheshireThief, mocking smile still across his face. He grinned at Toastburner.
"What were you expecting? A ninja?" CheshireThief quickly slid his guitar behind him. It seemed to disappear. In one motion, he had a whip in his right hand and a Remote Control in his left. Just as a Demon Dog leapt at him, he pointed the remote control and waited until it was almost upon him. "PAUSE!" The Devil Dog looked confused as it was stuck in mid-air. No matter how hard it tried to, it couldn't move. CheshireThief giggled. "It never gets old!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously CheshireThief was well-known in quite a few different places. He was well-known enough that he could pretty much show up in a random town, put on a spur-of-the-moment concert, and said concert would sell out. One of those concerts was going on currently in Anchorage. Looking out over the crowd, he saw a group of small people in the back holding up signs. This wasn't uncommon. It was just different to see such a large group. Squinting, he read the signs. Stop a leech emote! Help or not, ye a timid elm, seethe a castanet's slash. Be a bunny, Kenton knew. Ceder fork pinned Frenetic King's heel. Omni Bed Fighter, a recent Yew Ho, huh? Lorn or heft a loop, ok? Killing a wooly's nut, you win. -A Boner Strut CheshireThief stopped for a moment, wondering what it was about. As he stared at the signs, the letters rearranged themselves. Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner Well. That makes more sense. CheshireThief pulled out his Remote Control and Plot Device. Pressing a few buttons on his Device, he turned to face the crowd. With a flourish, he pressed his stop button. Nobody present would even realize any time had passed until CheshireThief saved Christmas and returned. Riding on a dog-sled, CheshireThief sped to the north pole as fast as he could. As he neared, he saw a bright display of Christmas lights. Always one to make an entrance, he dismissed the dogs while pulling out his guitar on top of a hill... |
Raiden's doorbell dinged loudly, yet no one came to the door. Several minutes passed by.
Pyros was about to try again when he felt something tap on his shoulder. When the cat turned, he saw Raiden. The Thunder God was currently sitting on a small thundercloud, hovering in the air close to Pyros. "You know, if you're going to Ding Dong Ditch someone, make sure that they aren't out getting their mail first. Just for future reference." Raiden was absentmindedly going through his mail, chucking out the junk when he came across it. "And I don't know why you won't admit that Chuck Norris wouldn't stand a chance against Wesley Snipes....hmm? Hey, Toasty the Snowman sent me something." Raiden opened the letter. Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner "Heh. I guess the cat bit off more than he could chew. I wonder why he didn't send you one?" Raiden looked back at his pile, and noticed a letter for Pyros. It was an exact copy of the letter sent to Raiden. He tossed it to Pyros. "You know, it's almost scary how he does that." The thundercloud turned and began to float away. "Hurry up. If we're late, then we'll miss out on the action!" In a trail of sparks and thunder, the cloud sored off toward the North. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raiden and Pyros arrived shortly after Chesire did. The Thunder God smiled broadly as he looked down at the enemies. Raiden's normally glowing eyes began to glow brighter, and electricity sparked from his body. "Time to go do some damage." Raiden leapt from his cloud and descended toward the Earth at a quickening clip. |
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MnkyPuma:Durn, no one's here MnkyPuma:Guess I'll just idel MnkyPuma:*idle Santaneedshelp has entered the room Santaneedshelp:Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Santaneedshelp has left the room Phil scooted back from the computer. Something deep inside him told him that this was no spambot. Perhaps it was intuition, perhaps the magic of Christmas, or, just maybe, it was an overused RP plot device. Whatever it was, he knew that he had to get off the computer and help. After he checked Nuklear Power for new posts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The combatants heard a jet flying overhead. As it circled about and started going back the way it came, a tiny, blue dot appeared to fall from its side. As is grew larger, they began to hear something like "AAAHHH! I'm gonna die! Whaa!" Suddenly, the dot grew much larger and whiter, as if, for some reason, a giant canopy had opened, hypothetically to keep it from crashing into the ground at liquifying speeds. The dot now grew to look like a hairy little man-child in a blue jacket, gently weeping to himself about how he'd be on the ground soon. And lo, that is what it was. As he hit the ground, Phil rolled and dropped his chute. Speaking to no one in particular, he said, "It's a good thing that pilot owed Kneumatic Pnight a favor. It's also a good thing KP owed me a favor. And I hope no one here understands why that's funny." |
A giant boomerange like object suddenly came flying through the snow, cutting itself a path straight for the pack of demon dogs. As Toastburner went for his first target, the dogs in the pack were sent skyward in peices by the flying object. Still spinning as violently as every, the object went skyward, and curved back the way it came.
Suddenly a brown gloved-hand grabbed the Wind Edge in mid-air, and Inbred Chocobo took his weapon of choice and descended down upon the pack, with every intent on taking them all out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stupid idiot trying to hit on Silly Kitty. IC thought to himself as he pissed a message in the snow that would say F*ck you in this guys yard. He emptied his bowels after a moment, and after zipping back up saw that he pissed something completly different. The message read: Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner IC closed his eyes and rubbed them, then looked again. It was the message he intended, but the message he read was stuck in his head. "Well, at least it isn't help Kiss save Santa." IC thought to himself as he took off running, and smiled when he heard someone yell in fustration. |
"Spam... spam... spam... hey, I might already be a winner! Oh, wait, that's more spam..." As Dynamite220 sifted through the mail, he came across a very unusual envelope. It was red and green, had a paw print on the back, and was addressed to "mamoth." He went over to the garage, opened the door, and shouted, "Hey bro! You got a letter!"
Hearing his brother's call, mammothtank turned off the welding torch, set it down, and flipped his heat visor up. "I did? I never get letters." "You do now," said Dynamite, and handed it to him. "What are you building this time, anyway?" "I'll show you when it's done," said MT as he opened the letter. A look of astonishment appeared on his face as he read it, and he suddenly said, "Holy crap, we have to get moving!" "Huh? Wha? What does it say?" inquired Dynamite. mammothtank quickly handed his brother the letter before rushing off to grab his sword and lance off the wall mount. The letter read: Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner "Pack as many bombs as you can carry, bro - we're gonna need 'em!" MT hurriedly crammed himself into his armor. "Have you seen my item bag?" "You don't seriously believe Santa's place has been taken over, do you? This is ridiculous," said Dynamite as he crumpled the letter and tossed it over his shoulder. "Does that mean you're not coming?" asked MT, tying his item bag to his hip and sheathing his weapons. "I could use your help." "If you're going all the way to the North Pole just because some strange letter told you to, then count me out." mammothtank sighed. "Okay, suit yourself," he said as he approached the teleporter pad upon which sat his trademark Mammoth Tank. "Just be sure to bring me back when I call, awright?" "Sure, whatever. I bet you'll freeze to death before the teleporter recharges, though." Entering a set of lat/long coordinates, MT opened the hatch of his tank and hopped in. He waved goodbye to his brother, and disappeared in a blaze of light. ***** FLASH! mammothtank suddenly found himself surrounded by a flurry of snow... and a battle. Numerous monsters, canine in appearance, were closing in on a small band of fighters, most of whom MT recognized. Taking careful aim so as to not hit his friends, he punched a button on the tank's control panel and let loose a Cannon Blast, vaporizing an entire row of monsters in one shot. "Hey guys!" he shouted, waving cheerily. |
<Damnable mail, how the heck did i miss that?> Pyros wondered. Then he remembered he did spend that five minutes on the wall playing with a thrownaway christmas ornament. Hmm...oh well. At least he played with something shiny.
But now, there was a task at hand. Beating Raiden to the north pole. He didn't understand the reason for the summons, or why anyone would be crazy enough to ask him for help, but eh, he'd do it. Before Raiden. Pyrosnine gave a mighty yowl and soon a ring of fire burst from the street, destroying the asphalt and belching out flames. A few trees in Raiden's lawn burst into flame, and Pyros chuckled a bit to himself. Emering from the ring came a dark and ominous shape that slowly slunk out of flames, it's wheels hitting the curb and rolling to it's master. It was the Pyromo-....Mom's car? "What the fup?" PyrosNine noticed an amazingly flame retardent post it note. Needed to borrow Pyromobile for last minute Christmas rush. Much apologies dear. Be back before Christmas eve. Love, Mom. Ps: Think you could find some Cranberry sauce? Harris Teeter empty. "Awww...Dangit mom!" Pyros pouted. Tail drooping, Pyros opened up the Volvo-driving-Soccermom-mobile and headed to the north pole after Raiden. ******** Pyros pulled up next to Mammothtank's tank. Dejectedly he nudged aside the brick on the accelerator, and twisted the ignition off with his mouth, then bit the parking brake back. He locked the doors, rolled up the windows, and stopped the "Rudolph's Ghetto-fabulous XMAS block party" playing in the DVD player. Hopping outside, he inspected the surroundings. He spotted Toastburner fighting off some dogs that were quite big, especially when compared to Toastburner who was practically lion sized. Hopping to the aid of his fellow cat, Pyros opened his maw and specks of flame appeared in his throat. "Kitty blast!" a beam of heat came from Pyros' mouth and burned clean through one of the attacking dogs, and incinerating another behind it. The dogs howled in agony as they died. Pyros gave Toastburner a toothy grin. "Hows it going Burner of toast, and what's up with them antlers?" |
So far it had been a great party: four kegs, Jello shooters, kick ass music, the works. Mike had split off from his friends and was making his way to the back to get another drink when he bumped into some chick he didn’t know.
“Excuse me.” He said. He thought she was pretty cute, but then again he had been thinking that about a lot of girls that night. “It’s ok.” She said. After a pause, she added, “Um, I was told to give something to a guy in a beat up brown jacket. Are you Michael?” “Um, yeah. I’m Mike.” “Great. Some really short guy gave me this note.” She said as she handed him a sheet of paper. “I guess I’ll see you later?” “Sure, yeah, uh huh. Uh, Have fun tonight.” Mike added awkwardly. “I will.” She said, as she was absorbed back into the crowd. Mike opened the note, and read the same thing as every one else who got it. “Huh? Is this for real?” Mike asked no one. He passed the keg and went outside. People were smoking, taking no notice of the first thing Mike’s eyes landed on—a reindeer. At once, he knew that the letter was no joke. He approached the animal, and it motioned in a way that very clearly stated, “Get on.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ The terrible noise of supernatural battle rose up into the night. As the reindeer flew above it, Mike jumped off. “Henshin!” Mike hit the snow not nearly as hard as he should have, now wearing a red cape and hat and wielding his hatchet, just happening to land next to his brother. “Hey Phil. It’s been a while. I guess all of us got the same letter, huh?” |
CRACKABOOM!
The lightning strike was'nt necessary he had many entry effect set on the dial but that was the Badassest Premonitions struck down next to the beacon and saw a large battle on the hill not far from him he reached into the portal and concentrated, he did'nt have to reach far or concentrate hard, this was his old standby, he pulled out a small purple glowing dagger that soon turned into a sword, he grinned and dashed off to the battle, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ Arriving shortly after Pyros, Premonitions quikly leaped into action, runing head on towards one of the demon hounds, he rolled to the left just before the collision and slashed its flank gutting it instantly |
I felt the gust of air that meant that the door had opened. I looked up and saw a man with a piece of paper in his. Strange, they usually just leave me there to rot, and occasionally send psychiatrists in, who eventually are sent to the room next to his.
The man dropped the piece of paper on the ground and said, "This seems to be an urgent message for you," he started sniggering, "Wizard Who DId It." Very funny. Soon you won't be able to laugh, funny guy. Grudgingly, I pick up the paper and read, "Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner" "Toast Burner"? Oh, that one guy on the forums. Santa? Wasn't he just a fat man who gives things to kids? Why would anyone attack him? Whatever, I havn't killed in a while, and I'm starting to get twitchy. I raise my hand and release an explosion of magic. Before the police or guards could do anything, I was running across the ocean at full speed. ------------------------------------------------- My choices were either to get a plane or get a boat, but I was out of shape, so I decided to run. Now there is surpossed to be some kind of signal. I wonder where that is? I look up and see a sparkly object in the air a little bit into the north pole. I ask, and they deliver. Running toward the spot underneath the signal, I see a tank, and... Wait, a tank? As I get closer I see a few of the forumites. And a few wolves... demonic wolves. Racing in I take out my katana and point it like a lance. Thrusting through a line of them like a spear, I stop 10 yards away and quickly jerk my arm to simmutainiously cut and remove the wolves pierced at the end of my sword. So it's not just me. The Toasterman also got some other forumites to come to this crazy fight. A couple cats, two gods, and a man with a tank... this might be more fun than I thought. Turning around and sceathing my sword, I yell, "Hey guys. Am I late for the party?" |
Raiden grabbed a Demon Dog in each hand and lifted them off the ground. Electricity coursed through his arms, and the canines began to spazm from the intense shock. The smell of burning demonic flesh could be smelled in the area.
"You're not late, but you missed most of the entertainment." He tossed the dead dogs to the side and reached to his back. The large sword that was hanging from it slipped quickly into his grasp. His sword twirled in the air around him, slicing and tearing at any flesh that was unfortunate enough to be in range. |
Darth SS was passed out on his desk. Being a lord of the sith was surprisingly hard. As such, there was drool coming out of his mouth as he mumbled nonsensically. Then fate struck.
This action broke the desk and left DSS rolling around screaming, "But mom, all the cool kids are doing it!" Fate glared down on him. "Get up. You have work to do. Dammit." DSS woke up and said, "Are...are you my conscience." "No. I'm fate. Go to the North Pole and save Santa." "But...why?" "He'll give you good gifts." "Like...?" "A pet monkey." The time space continuum stretched briefly to allow DSS to move fast enough.. **** A flurry of bullets exploded from the snowbank, and DSS charged out, tossing aside his snow gillie suit. He sighted along the barrel, and gunned down another three dogs. "For the monkey!" |
"'Long time no see?' It's been, what, a week-oh, right, it's the twenty-fourth, not the second, I gotcha. Wink" And Phil did wink when he said it.
Extracating himself from the snowpile his landing had created, he assessed the situation, as is his want. Nasty-looking wolfies were chomping after his fellow forumites. Incidentally, a few were coming for Mike and him. Thinking relatively quickly, Phil shouted, "Henshin!" and donned his summoning robes and five-iron. The wolves were still charging at him, as it was one of those extended action moments, so he had time to think out his strategy. Let's see, wolves are big dogs, and I like tigers. However, tigers don't tend to have the kind of magical attacks that make them good attack summons. I don't really want to do a companion summon, so I guess I'll summon "●Summon: Mike!" Mike suddenly disappeared, then reappeared flying over Phil's head. "Mike, feel free to use any spell you want; preferably your biggest one. As an attack summon, you won't lose any mana or spells per day or glycogen or whatever it is you use." |
Red Fighter lay there, on his couch, eating a box of cereal that actually had the letters of the alphabet as munchies! Waiting for Christmas day, he was watching one of his favorite episodes of Family Guy.
"Brian, there is a message in my cereal! It says 'OOOOOOO'!" Said Peter, from within the tv show that RF was watching. "Peter, those are Cheerios.." Said Brian. Red Fighter let out a laugh as he was about to eat some more of his cereal. Then, as he looked down, he saw a weird message inscribed in bowl. Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner "Sometimes, i think TV is just too cliche'd.." RF thought to himself. Then again, he expected this from Toastburner. That Kat with reindeer horns had tons of weird ways on how to tell someone he needed their help. ************************************************** ******* "Last time I ever use fire to travel far places.." he mumbled to himself, rubbing a very scorched bum. Needless to say that he had one of his "bright" ideas that usually ended up in a serious injury. Don't worry, kids. you can try this at home! you can be just like him! cough.. anyway, back to the story... :sweatdrop Seeing Toastburner and his buddies in the near proximity, he went to see what was wrong. As he got closer he saw the horrible disaster everybody was in trying to face the Devil Dogs. Trying to give his two cents, RF threw a quick fireball at a nearby DD. Bad mistake, he learned soon enough, as the DD came rushing after him. "I hate dogs.." |
RMB as he always did, sat at his desk working on his next comic when an e-mail alert appeared on his computer. "Hmmm that's strange", RMB thought to himself, "I never get e-mails often. Maybe this will be something besides spam." As RMB opened the e-mail, a concerning message popped up:
"Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it." Toastburner "Looks like the man with the man in red with the jelly belly needs some help. I'll be there right away. Good thing I'm mage, too bad I can't instantly teleport." RMB walked up to and opened a door that sat beside the computer desk. Inside was a blue portal. "At least this will take me where I want to go to." He pointed his finger towards the portal and said, "North Pole". An electric bolt struck out from his finger and hit the portal. It rippled for a few seconds and stabalized. "Lets see what I can do. I hope Nikose decides to join me. I left the message up." In a few steps RMB was through the portal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RMB exited through a doorway shaped portal on to the battlefield where he saw the signal and a few of the others fight the wretched canines. Within a few seconds of being out of the portal he was spotted by a pack of devil dogs. "They're nothing", he said to himself while wielding his sword in one hand and charging a spell in another. "If I'm correct, they're of the dark element." RMB began chanting, the whispers of the chant could be heard throughout the battlefield. "By the wrath of the heavens I borrow thy strength to strike down thy heathen foes, Heavens Might!" Before the dogs could even reach him RMB threw out a beam of holy energy which engulfed and completely obliterated the dark canines. Wandering through the snow and downed animals, RMB stumbled upon Phil summoning Mike. "Hey Phil!" In the moment it took him to say this, another couple dogs found him. Turning around to see them, RMB readied his sword and charged at them. He took one swing and cut the first one down but was bitten in the arm by the other. It had appeared the dog had latched onto his arm. Throwing it down to the ground as fast as he could, RMB blasted its head with a quick lightning spell. With those ones defeated he turned to Phil once more. "Yo Phil! Need any help?" |
To Raiden, "Don't you know anything? I'm the life of the party!"
A wolf jumps up to attack, and is met with a fire ball in the face. The fireball continues onward, burns through a few more dogs, and continues out into the ocean. Man, I am rusty... that probably won't even reach the next land mass! As he stands there thinking a wolf leaps from behind him. As an involuntary twitch, he uses lightning at the last second at burns the wolf. Note to self: Internal monologue useful for not going crazy in a psychiatric ward. However, is not recommended for battle. Another wolf leaps up and gets another bolt of lightning. So I need to get to someone who can take my hits, so this mob doesn't get me. Looks over at Raiden swinging like a madman. Probably not. Another wolf attacks from the side, and is quickly frozen by an ice spell. Another note to self: freezing cold intensifies ice damage. Who else can take my hits? Sees Mammothtank in his, well, mammoth tank. I guess that might work. Takes an indirect path and jumps on top of the tanks turret. |
Twas the Night Before Christmas, in this day and age,
And alone in her room was the girl called Mauve Mage. She should be asleep; for midnight was nigh, But Mauve was awake playing Devil May Cry. Her eyes were hard-focused, her mind was uncluttered, Buttons were mashed, and curses were muttered. And just when she thought that the game had been beaten, The controller stopped working, and Dante was eaten. "I totally should have killed that thing!" Mauve yelled angrilly, throwing her hands into the air. "I hit Triangle! Why didn't you attack, Dante?!"" She pressed X, trying to restart the level. Nothing happened. Was the controller dead? She shook it. "What the..?" she muttered. Suddenly, the letters "REST IN PEACE" dissappeared from the screen. "No, no NO! Please don't die on me, PS2! Not on Christmas Eve!" But suddenly the yellow letters returned, rearranging themselves in front of her. Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner Mauve was silent for a moment. Little flames burned in her eyes. "Anger levels... rising..." she muttered through clenched teeth. "Toastburner... killed... DANTE!!!!" This had to be resolved. Sure, she had to save Santa; she was banking on getting expensive new video games from the man in red this year. But why did poor innocent Dante have to be sacrificed?! She marched to her closet and grabbed her best hat. Pushing it down on her head, she turned on her heel and marched over to her bookshelf. She grabbed a book titled "This is an Ordinary Book" and pulled it. A secret door opened and Mauve dissappeared inside. She followed the long dark hallway until she reached her secret laboratory/garage. And there they were. Shining in their full glory were a pair of X-Wings; early Christmas presents from Cheshire Thief and Phil. Phil had naturally siphoned all the gas and wrote her a note making fun of her origami skills before giving it to her, but CT's X-Wing was in top condition. She leaped into the cockpit and put on a helmet, which somehow fit over her mage's hat without looking weird. The ceiling opened and the X-wing took off. It was a matter of moments before Mauve reached the glowing beacon at the pole. She was late again, she noted. Quickly she landed (squishing four devil dogs in the process) and leapt out of the cockpit. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "Calculating hyperspace coordinates is a pain in the assets." |
Garud is sitting in his room, playing Soul Calibur 3. Last boss. Almost got him. Just need a few more hits. I'll just send in my final character. On the screen, PETE ran ahead, and engaged Strife. He had seen the same sequence many times. Except there was something different about it this time.
Strife: "Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it." "What the hell? Is this some sort of glitch?" Shaking it off, the battle ensued, and PETE won handily. Garud cranked up the volume to hear the ending saying that all characters have. The barbarian made a laughing gesture and said... PETE: "Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it." Garud's jaw dropped. What the hell was going on? I must be seeing things, and hearing things. All the characters after that, their comments were either consisted of the name Toastburner, or the letter B. Finally, he threw his hands up in the air, and stormed off to post on the RP's he had signed up for. But, all through the RP discussion for SoLII, there was this message that stated "Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. -Toastburner B" Garud finally sigh'd. He knew that this was no prank. Getting on a helicopter that had crashed in his yard, he flew all the way to the north pole. He didn't even stop to consider why it wasn't damaged, why it was in his backyard when he needed it to be, why there was no-one in it when it crashed, or why he knew how to fly it. The ice was cold. Very cold. He saw devil hounds in the distance, and a group of heads who were engaged with them. He recognised the group. They were all from NPF, and they had all been prominant figures in the RP's that were currently running. Garud called out to them. "Need any assistance?" He heard somebody mutter, "Oh no. Not Garud again. What a pain in the ass." Ignoring the comment he rushed to their aid...not that they needed it. Two devil dogs were hiding behind a clump of snow. The mage sent clumps of ice hurtling toward the heads of the two halflings, making them howl with rage. They lunged at him, which the sorceror bludgeoned the first with his staff, and wrapped the second in his cape, smothering it. More were on the horizon and headed this way. Taking up battle position he thought to himself, I better not do something stupid for once. I really should try thinking. |
Too many of them, too close. Looks like I'll have to go melee. Not that I mind... thought MT as several devil dogs surrounded the tank. Before he could hop out and draw a weapon, however, he heard a dull THUNK. Someone had just jumped onto the tank! Reflexively, he drew his Silver Lance and gripped it firmly, then relaxed when he saw that it wasn't a devil dog. "Don't scare me like that, buddy!" Once again steeling himself, MT hopped out of the driver's seat and closed the hatch. "You're a mage, right? Cover me," he said to the wizard-looking fellow before leaping lance-first into the fray.
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IC was in the thick of it with the demon dogs, and he was owning them. His Wind Edge cut through them like butter, and in seconds the dogs had backed off of him. He looked around and noticed more people had joined in, and he decided to help everyone out. He aimed real quick to the first group, which happened to be Phil, and he threw his mighty weapon. The Wind Edge flew right past him, taking out a few dogs trying to flank him, and then arced. The weapon did the same for everyone, zooming by and taking out a couple dogs. Though for Garud it almost took out his head, and it bumped off MT's tank, but didn't lose any speed, though it left a mark. IC caught it after the weapon made its trips and proceded to take out the last of the dogs.
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Wait...Was it? Pyros hadn't been looking at the calendar for awhile, especially since he spent all that time buying a ton of paper clips and a particularly staticy wool sweater. (With Raiden being RAiden, the sheer static cling would be enormous!) Hmm... maybe it was out...and maybe that these demon dogs are a bit too close for comfort. They were pretty ugly, with their fur and red eyes and as a matter of fact they had horrible dental hygiene as one was opening up his maw to take a bite out of Pyros. Hey wait. I'm Pyros. "EEP!" Pyros leapt out of the way as the hungry jaws snapped, barely missing Pyros's butt. Pyros scampered off, with 3 of the dogs behind him. |
"So I can cast a free spell, Phil? Well, I've never gotten a chance to cast this one before. ●Meteo!"
Suddenly, the night sky lit up in a less pretty, ghostly light, and more of a firey rocks falling through the astmoshpere light. Many Devil dogs were squished as well as incinerated. Mike dissapeared again and then reapeared next to Phil. "That was neat."Mike said. As an after thought, he added, "I hope I didn't hit anyone on our side." |
Premonitions was getting tired of slicing demon dogs, well not tired, just, okay he jsut wnated to cause an explosion, he reached into his head, and started flinging bombs that seemed to never run out, as they exploded,
a mad cackling could be heard echoing all across the icy landscape. |
With smoke rising from the tip of his tail, CheshireThief stomped over to Mike.
"You're lucky I'm flame-retarded." He started to stomp away and then turned back around. "Flame-retardant, even." Seeing that the majority of the dogs were dead or scattered, he turned his attention to the one he paused, still frozen in the air. His eyes lit up as he got an idea. CheshireThief pressed REWIND to make the dog go to its original position. Once there, he pressed PLAY and RECORD at the same time. He stepped to the side of where the dog landed (with the intent to rip someone apart, of course), where it attacked someone who wasn't there. CheshireThief then pressed STOP and grinned. Drawing his rapier, he walked to the immobile dog and quickly thrust his blade through the head. Looking disdainfully down at the blood on his sword, CheshireThief wrinkled his nose and tossed his sword to Phil. "Mind cleaning this up for me?" |
DSS was still in his crouch, gun snapping left and right, every time throwing back a dog. Then one of them got lucky and evaded the bullets long enough to DSS as he frantically reloaded.
Barely in time, he gun his gun up to block the bite, and fell backwards. His metal fist hammered into the jaw of the dog, throwing it off, and gave him breathing room. Guns wouldn't work here. Slowly, he crouched and his hand drew back as if to pull his katana. Then he leapt into the air, and everyone noticed that things slowed down a bit. DSS brought back his metal fist. Time snapped back to normality long enough to DSS to slam into the ground. Then it slowed again. Upon impact, it was like the world turned to liquid and a wave rode out of the impact point. The hellhounds were thrown brutally aside. Time snapped back to normal, and DSS stood. Very quickly he pulled his handgun and started firing at those animals he could. Time slowed down one more time. DSS looked around, then said in a John Woo voice, "Screw you, Time!" Things returned to normal. |
Raiden was enjoying himself. He was killing randomly, shooting electricity at a whim, and when it was all said and done, he had a nice new sweater at home waiting for him. If it wasn't for the fact that it was so snuggly, he would have been upset at Pryos's choice in christmas presents.
He just hoped Pyros liked the present he had gotten for him. It was a can of sprayable catnip. Raiden intended to spray it on the ass of the first mailman he could find. He frowned a bit as his thunderclouds were roughly moved to the side to make room for the meteors. "Be careful! They're sensitiiiiiivvvvve!" Raiden jumped up and slowly began to pet the clouds. "It's alright. They didn't mean to hurt you. They were just playing around. You wanna destroy something? Huh? You want to rain down some electric armeggedon? Do ya? I thought so." The whole sky began to get dark as the clouds gathered together. They started to clash out with lightning and thunder. Large bolts of destructive energy ripped through the atmosphere and obliterated any enemy luckless enough to get in the way. |
"You're a mage, right? Cover me."
Cover him... fine. As mammothtank jumps into the fray, The Wizard Who Did uses a fire spell to cover mammothtank. That'll keep the dogs off of you. Looking at a line wolves, he fires a fire ball at them. It continues onward into the horizen. That oughta hit somewhere in Asia. Then it explodes. Wait, it had to hit something. If it was an iceberg, then that's fine, but if it was an enemy... His thoughts were disrupted by meteors falling from the sky, shortly followed by lightning raining down. "Dammit, guys," The Wizard Who Did It muttered, "Apocolyptic moves are not good when your allies are still in the field." Still muttering under his breathe, he jumped off the tank and walked toward the middle of the battle field, zapping any wolves sith-style that happened to survive. |
There were large balls of flaming space crap falling toward him, "shit" he managed to pull out a green box with
wihite lines and a question mark on it, he smashed it and put on the metal hat that came out. he instantly turned into living metal just as the meteors came close, he punched one, and as it fragmented, swung around and kicked another one, they came quikly he barely had time to react and his current form slowed him down, but he was able to destroy the ones around him. He collpased and tried to rest as he heard collisions in the distance, he thoguht the worst was over, as he looked up he saw dark clouds forming, storm clouds. "Aww come the fuck on!" this was not good he was now in a lightening storm covered in metal. he jammed his hand into the snow and stck his other one into the air, Lightening truck him a second later and coursed through his body then fizzled safely into the ground. |
Pyros leapt over Toastburner B, using the safety of the bigger cat. The big dogs stopped short as they neared the Reindeer Cat, and Toastburner looked particularly menacing for a giant cat with antlers. But even before Toastburner could react, a giant meteor crushed the dogs and was shortly exploded by a lightning bolt, sending bits of ash and rock flying everywhere. To the two cats, it was if they had a chimney emptied upon them.
"Yeck, ptooey! Ah, I just took a bath!" Pyros whined as he coughed up ash. Pyros attempted to lick it off his fir. "Eck! pweey! MEerow! Nasty!" He coughed. |
All in all, Ecurt thought that it had been a rather normal day. Sure, Krylo did turn him into a duck, but things like that happened all the time to him-though he did wonder who the hell made that a Mod power. In fact, aside from being utterfly ducked, he thought it was turning out well-especially since he got the High Score on DDR. Or he would have, anyway, if the stupid machine hadn't blown up in his face.
Coughing, the now pitch black duck had to flap his wings to blow the smoke away. When it cleared, he noticed that there was a message on what was left on the monitor: Come to the North Pole immediately. The enemy has laid siege to the Clause Castle. We need your help. PS: If you don't come, we'll roast you for Christmas Dinner. Not one to be cooked to a delicious golden brown, Ecurt immediately took off in his motorcycle, and a few moments later, he arrived where the battle was taking place. "You know, you'd think I'd notice all this fighting going on a few hundred feet from my house..." There! he thought, spotting what looked to be a group of suspicious people fighting off guard dogs. They must be the ones who were attacking Big Red's home! |
"Eeep!" yipped Mauve, dodging away from a falling meteor. She picked herself up and dusted the ash off of her hat. "Well, at least my x-wing is okay," she said, trying to look on the bright side. "That was a pretty tough landing."
At that precise moment, a stray meteor decided to smash right through the ship's windshield. It tore through the thick metal of the floor and smashed into the ground beneath it. Tendrils of smoke rose from the sizzling electric wires and scorched leather interior. "Oh, yes, now everything is PERFECT." she said crossly. "Thank you, Michael." There was a sound from behind her. Mauve cast a glance over her shoulder to see a lone dog that Mike and Raiden's Mega Doggie Doomsday Combo had missed. It growled and shook itself before running towards what seemed to be the weakest target in the group. Mauve frowned. "Do you mind?! I'm in mourning over here!" she yelled. The dog leaped at her, mouth open, not caring for her loss of X-wing. Mauve pointed at it menacingly. "Petrify!" she cried out. She leaped sideways and the dog crashed into the ground. It was frozen in a leaping position, turned into stone. Mauve nudged it with her foot. "Stay." she commanded. "Good doggie." |
"Screw you, CT. I don't clean up my messes, I don't clean up Mike's messes, and, darn your sexification, I ain't cleaning up yours. Good day sir." Phil spun on his foot in the snow, with his nose in the air. He took one step, then stopped and spun around, rushing at CT. "Also, can I have your autograph after this is done?" he said in full-on chibi, clutching a pen and notebook.
Regaining his composure, Phil noted the wonderful effect of his summon. All of the doggies had been either crushed, incinerated, or electrocuted. It wasn't important that he wasn't responsible for the latter. He also noted that his gif apprentice (with is, apparently, not as important a position as RP aprentice) and favorite foil had arrived. Since RMB was closer, Phil obviously ignored him and ran at Mauve. "Hey Mauve!" he yelled over the arctic winds (that weren't blowing very loudly), "did you get that note about how you can't make a paper hat? I was afraid it might've burned up in re-entry." He then saw what became of the last devil dog and remembered what normally happened when he messed with mages, and wracked his brain for a clever distraction in case he had to run for it. |
It was a one-sided fight, really, and Ecurt could tell exactly why Santa needed his help. If his security could get their asses handed to them so easily by a group of...of...what were those people anyway? They looked familiar, but he just couldn't place...
Anyway, he knew what he had to do, and this time he would get to be the hero. And, of course, he knew exactly what he had to do. With one motion of his arm, he gestured down to the ground. "Rise, my minions of the damned! Be reborn by the night and my might and smite my enemies tonight!" And then, he remembered that wasn't his powers in this RP, so he went to plan B. With one motion of his arm, he gestured up from the sky where a portal opened up in the air. Anybody who looked up probably would have been shocked to see giant cat plushies to be falling from the sky, or overwhelmed by their cuteness. "Come, my stuffed feline friends! Crush them with your magnificence!" (OOC: They're just giant cat plushies, nothing special aside from the fact that they're big. Oh, and if you're wondering what kind of plushies they are, think of the Cat from Trigun.) |
The surviving devil dogs broke. The sudden influx of multiple, powerful beings, which wiped out the vast majority of the pack, was more than the half-demon beings were ready to handle. With a mournful howl, the few living devil dogs broke away from the fight.
A final blast of red light, and the final death cry of a devil dog that fled too slowly, ended the battle. Toastburner shook his paw, removing the remains of the last devil dog from it. With a sigh, he turned and faced the group. "Thank you," he said. "Thanks for coming. I'm sorry to pull you away from home on such short notice, and on this night, but I well and truely needed help." Toastburner looked over the group, and smiled...in a cat-like way. "I wasn't really expecting this big a group. I just told the Naughty-Nice-Network to deliver my message to whatever NPFers were at hand...I didn't know the NNN had you guys under such a close watch...some of you must of been borderline" TB said with a small laugh. The glare of the others, standing outside in the artic blizzard, made him cut to the chase. "Okay...here's the deal: As it turns out, there are forces in the world who don't like Santa Claus at all. These are generally beings who thrive off of darker human emotions: despire, fear, hatred, and the like. Needless to say, Santa's yearly trip negates many of these emotions...and as such, weakness the other beings." TB sighed. "I was hired as a bodyguard for Santa. It was suppose to be a easy job...fight off a few demons here and there, nothing big. It had gotten to the point that the beings...demons, devils, whatever you want to call 'em...made only a token effort to stop Santa. "Only this time...it was more than a token effort. More than a few sorties on the flight. They came down on us before we even left his castle...which was the odd thing in the first place. Santa's place is hidden by powerful magics...it has been for centuries. Truthfully...I was caught off guard...and I was the only combatant inside the castle." Toastburner B shook his head, as if to sort out bad memories. "There were too many. They poured over the wall, and took the courtyard in seconds. I fought a running battle through the workshop...but I couldn't kill enough to slow them down. These," Toastburner said, lifting a paw at the devil dogs, "are but the least of them. "The last thing I was able to do was to pass the message along the NNN, grab the dust that allowed me to do that," TB said, pointing that the still glowing ice mound, "and run with my hide intact. Truth be told...I don't even know if Santa is still alive." Toastburner took a deep breath, and looked at the group. "Questions? Comments? Concerns? Now's the time to air them. The stage is to head over to the castle. Like I said, it's location is hidden. Once you see it, you are in this for the duration. If you want to leave, now is the time to do it. We'll have to get over the walls...which are certainly defended now." Toastburner sat in the snow, his cloak billowing in the wind, and waited to see if anyone had any comments. |
"Just an urchin livin' under the street. I'm a hard case that's tough to beat. I'm your charity case. So buy me somethin' to eat. I'll pay you at another time. Take it to the end of the line" the computer speakers blared as Krylo stood infront of them, sans shirt, moving through combat forms fluidly, as he did nightly before bed... for about fifteen minutes. He was really too lazy to do much more.
"Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green, and the girls are pretty. Take me home!" the chorus played, and Krylo sang along the first time but, the second played back a bit odd: "Take me down to the North Pole where Santa needs help, and elves need pity! Please come to the North Pole immediately!" It didn't even fit with the music. At all. "...The hell?" Krylo wondered outloud as he stopped moving and turned to stare at his computer moniter. Those OBVIOUSLY weren't the words, but it couldn't be serious... or at least that's what he thought until his scrolling marque screensaver came up. Krylo's eyebrow rose in disbelief as he read, "Please come to the North Pole immediately. Santa's Castle has been taken by unknown dark force. Need help in freeing St. Nick before midnight. When you reach the North Pole, look for a signal...you'll know it when you see it. Toastburner" The words scrolled across the screen about three times before his eyebrow drooped back down to normal and he reached over to shut off the moniter, shaking his head. "The hell is this all about? Santa? And why would Toast be bugging m..." he trailed off as he looked toward his television only to see the same message playing. "Jesus! Fine, but I hope you have some cash, I don't work for free..." Krylo shouted, and then grumbled as he slipped back into his shirt, and slid his duster over his shoulders in one fluid motion. The, full, holsters for his various guns, sown onto his coat, thudded against his torso reassuringly, as did the various packs of ammo he kept for all of them. He slipped his hands into a pair of black leather gloves, and flexed his fingers, making sure his knuckles were resting in the powdered lead 'padding' perfectly before grabbing his black, steel toed, combat boots and lacing them up. The look was completed as he grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses and slid them over his face, officially making him look 'over done'. The only thing saving him from being mistaken for a Neo impersonator was the fact that he happened to be wearing a white shirt instead of something else in black. Well, that and the fact that his face wasn't constantly locked in a 'goddamn, I'm a dipshit,' expression like Keanu Reeves. A razor thin cellphone was pulled from one of his pockets and flipped open along the path to his ear. "KP," he spoke into it, and the phone dialed automatically, within moments connecting him to Kneumatic Pnight. "Eh... what?" KP voice came through the receiver, rather unenthusiastically. "Send me to the North Pole," Krylo said as he shifted his weight, taking on a rather impatient looking stance. "...You too? Meh. Whatever," the staticy voice returned as a white light enveloped Krylo. --- Almost instantly Krylo appeared in the North Pole surrounded by a pillar of light, that lasted only a fraction of a second. Unfortunately, he also appeared directly in the path of one of Phil's or Mike's, depending on whether you wanted to blame the caster or the summoner, meteors, which, as it happened, was only about a foot away from his head. Obviously, impact with a hunk of rock moving so fast that it's actually ignited into flame is rarely good for one's cranial resilience. In fact it tended to reduce one's head to mush, and Krylo's head was no exception. Indeed, not only was his head reduced to mush, but it was reduced to mush in a horrible explosion of blood, littering grey matter and flaming bits of skull for ten feet in every direction. Amazingly, however, his body staggered about for a few seconds after that. It may have staggered longer, if not for the fact that some genius had ALSO decided to call down indiscriminate lightning bolts of doom, one of which just so happened to strike the staggering headless corpse right in the torso. Krylo's body was thrown directly down onto the ground twitching for a second or so, before standing up, blood gurgling up out of its windpipe noisily. A second or so later and anyone watching could see his spinal cord begin to grow back and then some of his neck reformed around it. The noises, at this point, became louder, like some sort of horrible indistinguishable yelling, as the body bent over and its lower jaw began to form, followed by the upper. Once there was an upper jaw the yelling was no longer indistinguishable, but rather came out in a series of curses, "FUCK, CUNT, SHIT, ASS, MOTHERFUCKING OUCH, GODDAMNIT, JESUS FUCKING ARRGH, THAT FUCKING HURTS, GODDAMN SONOFABITCH, JESUS FUCK CHRIST ON A FUCKING JESUS POGO STICK WHAT THE FUCK IS FUCKING WRONG WITH THIS CUNT FUCKING SHIT," etc. etc. until his head was completely healed, and even a few seconds after that, with his hands grasping his newly recreated head like someone with a sudden migraine might do. In fact, the screaming was only muffled by the fact that a giant cat plushie fell on top of him with a resounding 'THWUMP!', muffling the noise completely. A second or so later, however, more 'thwumps' could be heard as bullets ripped through the otherside of the giant stuffed Kuroneko, the gun shots muffled by the plushie much like Krylo's screaming had been, followed by Krylo crawling out of the hole he had made, while reloading his revolver. "Goddamnit, someone is going to fucking pay for THIS bullshit!" he shouted, just in time to seem like he was responding to Toastburner, as he reached up, instinctively, to pull off his sunglasses, only to remember they had been smashed along with his head, "And my goddamn glasses!" |
As the obscenities flew, CheshireThief perked his ears up.
"I know those flavorful words anywhere!" He sprinted across the battlefield and leapt into the air. "KRYLO! IT'S BEEN SO LONG, MAN!" With a loud "Oomph," CheshireThief landed squarely on Krylo's chest, knocking him to the ground. Straddling over the man, CheshireThief grinned as he pulled out his Ibanez and started playing a bass groove, albeit an octave high. He was momentarily interrupted as a cat plushie landed on the guitar, but he knocked it to the ground. He began purring to the music. To anyone that was watching, they could all but swear the words "Fan Service" appeared in the air above the specatcle with a neon glow. |
Garud shook his head and put his mature, silent, badass, ignorent look on and muttered "Whatever".
Turning to TB, he asked, "What kind of demons are we up against? Chaos? Nether? Kappa?" Garud closed his eyes, and tried to visualise the next demon on his lips. He hoped that there would not be any of those inside. Their very presence would bowl anybody over. They took entire armies to even scratch and had ver few weaknesses. "We aren't fighting Omega demons are we?" The demon slayer braced himself for the answer. |
Raiden floated back down to the ground and surveyed the destruction his lightning had caused.
"Another day, another dollar." He was happy. He was being violent, and for all he knew, he was getting 'Good Boy' credits on Santa's list for it. If they managed to pull this off, he could expect some kick-ass presents under the tree the next morning. Hopefully something of the 360* variety. Raiden looked down to see Krylo being straddled by CT. "Damn Krylo. What truck ran you over?" |
Pyros was playfully snuggling the Neko dolls. "Wow! It's almost as if it were christmas! ..OH wait. It is." He then nibbled on the doll a bit, then noticed the messed up Krylo.
"SWEET JINGLEBELLS ON HIGH! TIS THE GIANT FLOATING SKULL OF DEATH ENFLESHED! SPARE US YOUR ANGER OH GREAT ONE, AND BE MINDFUL OF WHATEVER AILS YOU, IT'S ALL RAIDENS FAULT!" Pyros dove under the doll and hid. |
It was more or less around the time that Krylo appeared that Ecurt realized that these people were the NPFers. Not that he bothered to banish his plushies. That damn bastard turned him into a duck in the first place, and he deserved to be crushed.
Unfortunately, as we all know, Krylo doesn't take to being crushed too well, and made it out. Fortunately, it looked like nobody realized that he had done it. Riding up to the group in his motorcycle, Ecurt looked around and smiled-though, you couldn't tell with his beak. "Oi, I hope I'm not late...and is that CT straddling Krylo...again? |
RMB was annoyed that he was suddenly ignored by Phil whom he wished to help. "That Mauve is gonna get it some day, I just know it."
RMB heard loud curses, gunshots, and singing from afar. "It couldn't be... please lets hope that it's not." He immediately ran over to find out that it was in fact Krylo. "I think if I can ignore him for the next, oh say, million years I'll be okay." His piece was yet again interrupted by dogs. "You guys.... oh nevermind I'll do it myself." RMB once again charged into the fray with sword literally slashing left and right taking out the two animals. "All too simple." Next, he heard Mammothtank enter the battle without his tank. RMB ran out to find MT with his lance equiped surrounded by dogs. "I'll help you out buddy", RMB thought to himself. He began chanting a spell, little whispers heard through the battlefield by anyone looking for them. "I call upon the strength of heaven and its many gods to give the reciever your gift of bravery and strength, Might of the Gods!" A bright light enveloped Mammothtank. Now he felt either ten times stronger or ten times weaker. |
DSS looked at CT and Krylo and instantly fell on his knees.
"Lord Krylo, please do not use your sexiness to punish us for unfortunate stray fire! Spare us your lust-worthy wrath! Leave our senses alone!" DSS bowed multiple times, then stayed down, fearing the wrath of captain skully. |
Raiden snickered, and the others looked over. They saw him looking at a screen he had made by electrifying the particles in the air in front of him. It was playing Krylo's destruction scene on a repeated loop.
"It may have hurt, but this is some of the best stuff I've seen in years. I wonder if they'd air this on America's Funniest Home Videos?" |
DSS stood, and collected his weapons. He then reloaded the C8 and walked over to Raiden. Promptly, he rifle butted the back of his head and yelled at him, in the loudest voice humanly possible.
"QUIET FOOL! DO YOU WANT HIM TO SEX US TO DEATH!?" |
This was already turning out to be tons of fun. First a moderator got hurt, then yelled obsceneties which, due to sweet irony, would have normally got him banned, and now Raiden recorded the moment. And was that CT on top of Krylo? Whatever.
"I honestly don't think Krylo can do anything about this. Except maybe ban us for a week. Send it to America's funniest home videos." |
Krylo reached his right hand up to his temples and rubbed them quietly as he tried to repress the urge to shoot every person in sight with the revolver still held in his left.
'Why did they always have to act like this...?' he wondered through the searing pain in his skull as his neurons finished reconnecting themselves properly. "Not right now, CT, I have a headache," he said quietly, and then spoke a bit louder, "Whatever... could we just get whatever the hell I was called out here for over with? I've already stained a perfectly good shirt and lost a pair of hundred dollar sunglasses... I'd like to just finish up and go home. And, Cheshire... could you get off my solar plexus please? It's kind of hard to breath." |
Pyros emerged from under the cat plushie. "Apparently we're working for Santa, oh Krylo'd one. Maybe he'll get you another pair of shades if you help. But if you really need some shades..." Despite being a talking cat, Pyros snapped his paws.
A hole of flames opened up before Pyros, and from it sprang a box. The hole quickly disappeared, and the box snapped open. Inside were rows of FireAngel(C) merchandise. Pyros hopped over to the box and pulled out a pair of red sunglasses. "Perhaps I can interest you in a nice pair of FireSight(tm) brand shaded eyewear? Not only are they a snazzy crimson that the ladies love, but also feature a nifty-super-awesome function that allows the wearer to see heat spectrum! Good for seeing in pitch black darkness and seeing invisible people. Also comes in lady's style, monocles, and a special edition cat ear version! ORDER NOW!" Pyros looked at all who stared blankly. "Hey, us deity's don't recieve as many pagan offerings as we used to. How do you expect me to continue my high standard of living? Overpriced french cat food don't fall from the sky ya know." |
Getting off of Krylo, CheshireThief grinned. "Breathe, Krylo, not breath."
He stood up and stretched. It was then that he noticed more than a couple of his new companions were staring at him and Krylo. "What? You know that our attraction is merely scientifical! You can't have two objects with that much sexification within a close proximity without them pouncing on top of each other." He grinned his grinny grin again. "Besides, I'm sure that Mauve liked it." With a wink and a flourish of his jacket, he turned around and helped Krylo to his feet. "Now then, Toastburner, where's Santa and how do we save him?" |
"You know, Pyros...can't you just make overpriced French cat food fall from the sky? Considering you're a deity? Or at least have a pair of sunglasses that make you blind to sexification?"
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"We used to be able to do stuff like that, Ecurt."
Raiden was leaning back in a thundercloud he had formed into a chair. He was still watching the repeating scene of Krylo's hilarious entry. "We deities used to be able to create anything we wanted out of thin air. It was a good racket too. Until Bacchus fucked it all up. I told the council that it wasn't a smart idea to allow the Greek god of Wine and Parties to have that gift to begin with, but did they listen to me? No. Of course, I had recently destroyed a whole fleet of the Mongol hoard near Japan, so not many were going to listen to what I had to say." He pressed a small button on the cloud, and the screen paused. "Well, the downside of being in a union is, when one drunkard fucks up, the rest of us have to be brought down. So instead of simply taking away the man's power, the Council President decided to introduce science. Physics can bite my ass. Basically, matter could no longer be created or destroyed. Which meant that we had to actually earn money, and I could no longer simply smite my enemies through vaporization." |
Listening to Raiden's story, The Wizard Who Did It has confusion etched on his face.
"Hold on. You say that you can't create matter out of nothing? I know a lot of mages that can do that. Hell...," *bursts water out of his hand*, "I don't see H2O anywhere near here to...," *looks down at the ice*,"Well it isn't like I summoned the water to my hand, so how can mages still make something from nothing, if the 'gods' can't?" |
"Nah, you're merely taking water from the air. As the accursed laws of "Science" state, matter cannot be created or destroyed, only changed or moved. Even summoning follows that law, causing me to have to travel across the globe in tiny particles whenever some loser wants burning vengeance upon his enemies." Pyros stated as he check for a pair of sunglasses that were Krylo's size, and were the most expensive.
"Heck, I used to have a castle I'd poof up wherever I needed to stay, and now it's perpetually stuck between dimensions and whatnot. I especially mourn my harem. May the lord have mercy upon those poor whores souls..." Pyros shook his head in pity. "Oh well, there are plenty of cults out there for me to milk from them their monies anyway. And no, there is no way to block the sexification, unless you think of a naked Robin Williams eating fried chicken while running around a baseball field. And even that won't work against Krylo AND Cheshire. Fortunately, I'm a cat currently. So I'm immune. Maybe." |
"Bah, I say," grunted Phil. "ATCHOO!" sneezed Phil. His nose was always the first thing to get cold, and whenever his nose got cold, he'd start sneezing. Sounding slightly annoyed (because runny noses are annoying), Phil grumbled, "We can argue the mechanics of magic later. Right now, I want to know what's going to keep me and the other few mortals here from freezing to death." He paused, as if waiting for an answer, then said, "Actually, I'll just do something about that."
Phil walked a few meters from the group, then raised his hands in the air. "●Summon: Inappropriate Comedy Tree!" A strange, short elm tree with a grinning face appeared in front of him and said, "A woman's place is barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen! Get it?!" Phil sneezed again, then pointed at its base and said "●Fire." Small flames burst to life at its exposed roots, then caught and started climbing its trunk. Before it could finish saying "I heart New York, and I club prostitutes and dump their bodies in dumpsters," its mouth was consumed and it was forever silenced. Phil stretched out in front of his bonfire and waited for TB to answer the more important questions. He also watched RMB and Mammoth fight a few devil dogs that had gotten caught with them, as RMB's heavenly magic was always a cool lightshow and everybody likes tanks. |
"Yay! A fire that isn't being used as a weapon!" Mike exclaimed as Phil burned the inappropriate comedy tree. "A cape only does so much for the cold."
After a second of standing next to the fire, Mike realized that he had nearly killed everyone with his last spell. Trying to keep his composure, he turned to Phil. "Man, you could have killed us all! What were you thinking summoning me!? I mean, can't you smell my breath!? Of course I'm gonna cast a stupid spell, and Krylo's burnination is all your fault!" |
"As for what kind of demons they are...I'm no expert. The most I can give you is the 'large and scary' kind. I didn't really have much of a chance to catalog the varies species, and cross-reference as to what type...I was rather busy running for my life." Toastburner said, answering GAURD's question.
Then he watched the arrival of Krylo...and the...er...'festivites" that followed. TB could of sworn he heard the gasp of distant NNN agents at Krylo's verbal tirade against existence in general. Finally, someone...that someone being CT, got back to the chase. "As far as I know, Santa is still alive. In fact, oddly enough, most of the people living in the castle are still alive. As far as I could tell, the only thing the demons were trying to kill was me. Why? Heck if I know." "Santa is still at his complex, which is made out of three buildings: the Castle, the Workshop, and the Stables. Santa was in the Castle when the attack happened, so I assume he's still there. The elves were scattered...about half in the workshop finishing off the orders, a quater in the stables getting the sleigh and reindeer ready, and a quater in the castle." While he talked, Toast drew a basic diagram in the snow. TB was never much of an artist in the first place, and drawing with a cat claw made that even worst, but it was good enough to get the idea. "However, before we even worry about that, we have to get over the walls." TB said, drawing a box around the diagram. "The walls were originally built to be the focus point for the spell that hid the complex. The illusion of a mountain of ice was projected from the walls, and covered the whole complex. However, the demons seem to be less than concerned about being found, and now the illusion is gone. However, the walls remain. Each wall is very high...about 50ft, and made out of solid stone. On top of the stone, centuries of ice and snow have collected on them, making them hard as diamond. Undoubtedly, demons now patrol the walls...and the devil dogs that got away will undoubtly let them know a rescue force is coming." Toastburner turned. "Basically, about two miles that way, we have to get over a giant stone wall which is covered in diamond hard ice, which is patrolled by demons." Toast smiled and looked back at the group. "Nothing we can't handle, eh?" |
Ecurt nodded. "It's almost too easy, if you ask me. Most of us can get past the walls, and those that can't can be helped by those of us that can.
"The only problem I see is...how much of the castle do we want to keep intact?" |
"Hmm... How important is it that these walls remain intact? If we can't think of a better way, I could probably knock down part of the wall with my tank. Of course, I'm only offering that as a last resort, but we shouldn't be afraid to go with it if we start running low on time."
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CheshireThief grinned. Moving to the center of the group, he brandished the Legendary Plot Device.
"You guys are going about this all wrong. How about if we just hope there's an unlocked door that happens to not be guarded? I mean, stranger things have happened..." As CheshireThief said that statement, the Plot Device began quietly whirring. The flaming comedy tree blazed a little bit higher, and a thousand chickens fell into the blaze. Somehow, they managed to land on a grating. The smell of cooked chicken surrounded the camp. "Hmm. Dinner!" CheshireThief grabbed a chicken and very delicately shoved it in his mouth. He quickly spit it out and waved his hands in front of his face. "HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!" Quickly thinking, he grabbed a fistful of snow and shoved it in his mouth. |
Garud stood thoughtful for a moment. A plan was already forming in his head.
"Ecurt, about those plushies of yours, how much weight can they hold? Also, I'm going to need someone to fly me up, so I can scout the demons on the walls. We really need to know what we are up against." The mage smiled slyly. "I know you would be disappointed if we didn't actually have fireworks tonight. So once we get to the wall, we can make our own. In the form of explosions." |
Raiden raised an eyebrow.
"You're wondering how we're going to get through a wall? Most of us can fly, and for those that can't, our combined explosive wills could blow up all kinds of shit." |
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"Oh yeah, I'm sure in some parallel universe, that was my dream come true." She grinned wickedly and sat down by the cheery fire of the burning innappropriate comedy tree. "I wish we had some marshmallows," she said suddenly. She looked over at Phil, remembering how he could summon things. And then she remembered Phil's comment about her origami. "Oh, right, the message!" she said. She dug into her pockets. "Yeah, I found it. I also found the gum you spit out on the seat and the hose you used to siphon the gas and the thumbtacks you stuck into the tires." She pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket and began to fold it as she spoke. "Honestly, I'm flattered as to how much time and effort you put into sabotaging my Christmas present, Phil. You gave it 110% and it really shows." She revealed her paper creation. In perfect origami folding were the words "PHIL IS A JERK!!" and a little heart. "I liked the torching of the tree, by the way," she continued conversationally. "It really added to the Christmas cheer! And Mike's meteors hitting Krylo... Raiden, you have to make me a copy of that!" A stuffed cat landed squarely on her head. She pulled it off and hugged it before tossing it into the burning pillar of flame. |
"Well, Garud...it really depends on what kind of plushies we're talking about. I can make them so that they're able to crush someone, so they can definately hold someone up. In fact, I could create some for us to ride...they can be alive, after all.
"Personally, I'm going to start heading there now; the sooner we infiltrate the castle the better. I don't know about you, but this duck body isn't made to be at the north pole, and I doubt any of you would offer to keep me warm without trying to roast me." |
RMB had gathered by the burning comedy tree with the rest of the forumites. He watched as CT shoved a pile of snow into his mouth. Even he should know you at least wait 5 miutes after cooking chicken. He grabbed a chicken for his own and shoved it in the snow for a few seconds. He then pulled it out and started munching on it. He listened to the other plans before tossing in his own.
"When we get to the walls, I have a really neat spell that would buy us some time to get into the castle and to make a hastey retreat if we ever need to. I would like to warn all of those in our current party of the chaotic alignment to wear sunglasses as the spell goes off, 'cuz it's one heckuva light show." In one comedic stunt, RMB shoved the whole roasted chicken in his mouth and pulled it out with only bone remaining. "By the gods chicken is delicious!" |
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A small grin grew on TB's face. "As for the "blow up" stuff...let's see if we can keep collateral damage to a minimum here, eh? Saving Santa won't do us much good if we blow away the Workshop in the mean time." Toastburner warmed his paws by the fire one last time. "Ecurt is right...we need to get going. The longer we wait, the most fortified they get the castle." When all was ready, Toastburner lead them off into the night. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The walls of Santa's castle loomed ahead. Stone covered in age-old ice. Toastburner looked along the top of the wall. "Look like they have a good size force of Yeti on the wall." Toast said to the group. "A good move, really...the Yeti are immune to the cold." TB looked at the group. "So, who's plan are we going with?" |
Raiden hopped onto his thundercloud. Though he didn't need to ride the cloud to fly (he could do it on his own by creating an electromagnetic pulse around his body that repelled against the ores within the earth), it just made it one less piece of power that he didn't need to think about.
"Those that can fly will head up and handle the Yeti. Those that can't will stay down here and try to make a way through the wall." |
Premonitions was pissed, he was cold, but at least he wasn't hungry CT's chicken remedied that, as they approached the wall, he jumped high into the air and landed safely on the top, he retrieved a yellow star from the portal and pushed it onit his chest, he glowed and sparkled and a cheery music came form nowhere he dashed along the top of the wall smashing into any Yeti foolish enough to cross his path.
When the star ran out he pulled out his sword and slashed a few more before jumping towards the yard and spreading his cape to soften the landing |
Pyros was weak in the flying department, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was destroying walls.
He dug his feet into the ground. "KITTY BLAST!" He fired a monstrous blast of concentrated fire at the wall. A loud boom was made when it hit, and the entire wall shook, sending some of the Yeti that weren't so solidly planted flying off the wall and headfirst into the ground after a long drop. Amazingly, the wall held. "Okay, that is one tough wall." He readied up another blast. |
Phil looked wistfully at the top of the wall. He'd really liked Ecurt's plan of flying, bomber squad-style, over the wall on giant black kitties, but it seemed that Raiden's "sensible" plan was the one they were gonna go with.
Being flight-impaired, Phil was stuck trying to figure out a way through the wall. He could summon a dragon to melt the ice, but it'd either be too weak to burn through the wall in a timely manner or so strong that it'd reverse-summon him. He could try to summon a portable hole, but then he'd have copyright issues to deal with. "Wellp," he said at last, "I guess I'll just have to settle for fighting the yetis until CT finds a way through." Phil raised his hands and yelled "●Summon: Jack of Hearts!" A ten-foot tall playing card appeared, then disolved, leaving a young man in a kung fu get-up. "Yes, the Jack of Hearts. Unlike the other face cards, whose names call an object to them, the Hearts use only their own strength. Also, they rip out people's hearts sometimes, but that's not really important. Now go, JoH, and beat up some yetis!" Phil's monolouge over, Jack lept to the top of the wall, grabbing hold of the parapets and flipping himself to the walkway between two yetis. They had time to realize that a strange, pale man had appeared before they both hit the floor, unconcious. Jack ran toward the next group of yeti, hands curled like claws, but he was repelled by their greater numbers. Bleeding from numerous sword slashes and club contusions, Jack flipped off the wall back to Phil. Phil said, "Thank you, Jack. that'll be enough," and dismissed him. |
Krylo looked at the wall, then at the yetis on top of the wall, and then at Phil. "Hey, Phil... can you chose where your summons land?" he asked, hunched over a bit and grabbing his arms from the cold.
Even though the cold couldn't kill, or even seriously hurt, him, it was still damned uncomfortable. |
Inbred threw his Wind Edge as hard as he could at the wall. It made a slight mark, but overall it did no damage. "I could jump up there, but there are plently of people taking care of the yetis anyway." He looked over at Pyros, and an idea struck him.
"Hey Pyros, how much fire magic can you put into this?" Inbred said while holding out the Wind Edge. "It can take just about anything, and maybe I can throw it hard enough so that your fire magic can work from the inside out of that wall." He said hopefully. |
The sound of the battle sounded throughout the complex. Yetis begin to rush over from other sections of the wall to join the battle. Not as indivduals, but in formed groups Those carrying spears stood shoulder-to-shoulder, forming a bristling wall as they marched down the wall. Sword carrying yetis supported the sides of the spear walls. Archers opened fire at those who took to the air, and those with javilens began to throw their weapons at those still outside the wall.
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"Maybe I could toss someone up there. Oh maybe Mammothtank could do, he should have more strength after the spell I cast on him. Maybe we could send you up there Krylo, I'd love to see that... or maybe I could target the wall with a level six fire spell and see if we can catch their attention." He had so many ideas in his head, but not all of them would come out in the right form.
RMB heard Krylo asking Phil about summoning, he thought he'd answer instead. "Usually it depends on the summon and the target." RMB thought he had got it right. Maybe Phil would answer better. He then turned attention to the wall which was just a large ice block to him. "I have an even better idea. I'll go up there myself and act like bait making the Yeti's chase me. I'll cast my blinding spell giving enough time for each of you to pass over the wall. Is that any good?" RMB crossed his arms and waited for an answer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Within a matter of seconds they were engaged once again in battle. This time the enemies were organized into groups according to weaponry. "If I remember correctly, lances are better against swords, axes are better against lances, and swords are better against axes. Anyone have an axe? Many of them have spears or lances." He then saw the spears flying and the lines moving in on them. "Since they're resistant to cold, fire should be there weakness." |
"Well, RMB, I would think that fire spells would be the best option against polearms, no matter what the ememy's weakness. Seriously, what's my hatchet going to do against spears?"
With that, Mike engaged Manga Space, targeting one of the yetis on top of the wall holding a sword. Catching the beast off-guard, he managed to connect with a jump kick, which knocked the yeti off it's feet, simultaniously disengaging Manga Space, landing Mike on top of the wall, and knocking over some of the spear wielding yetis that the sword wielding one had been beside. |
OOC: Please don't kill me, I thought that having wings might have implied a bit of flight ability.
IC: So the Yetis had grouped according to weaponry. The archers were attacking from the flank, hitting our flying guys. The ones with javalins were hitting the forumites stuck on the ground, and the other yetis were using various weaponry. Might as well take out some archers. Casting a low level fire spell on his feet, the Wizard Who Did It starts to run up the wall, and slips down. Should have thought it wouldn't be that easy. Instead, he runs along the wall for a while and expands his wings to fly up the wall. Flying over the normal yetis, he engages the archers. Stabbing into the one closest to him, he quickly withdraws his blade to parry an arrow and uses his other hand to cast a fire spell at the yeti. All the yets face him and draw their bows. Just try me. They fire. The Wizard Who Did It flies up to avoid the arrows and comes down with his fist into the middle of the archers. That was a close one. Flames erupt from the ground and engulf the yetis. This might be a bit tricky to do alone. He yells out, "Hey, anybody want to help me with the archers?" Without waiting for an answer, he flies off to the next group of archers, who somehow are mostly unaware of him. That probably won't last for long. |
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With no time to waste thinking, he threw out a bottle of what looked like water. One of the Yeti's picked it up and looked at it for a moment. It decided to have a drink, so when it opened up the bottle... BOOM!... the yeti, along with a few of its comrades were blown away and blown apart by the blast. RMB smiled and said to himself, "Alchemist fire, never leaver home without them." For good measure, he threw out a level three fire spell that scattered a about 2 lines of the Yeti threat. "I think this is only the beginning." |
OOC: hopefully, this will be an acceptable way..
IC: Red Fighter looked at the large wall with a bit of disdain. "How the hell am I supposed to get up there?!" then, he thought of a grand idea. he immediately started throwing fireball after fireball at the wall to create little footholds and handholds for himself to climb with. In this way, Red Fighter tried climbing his way up as fast as he could. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I always hated yetis." RF thought to himself as he saw the masses of yetis. Rushing to a group, Red Fighter picked off a few with a couple of nicely place fireballs. He watched them run around as a few of the stupid ones, burning alive, rushed into others, lighting them on fire, as well. Then, he saw five yeti come at him together, surrounding him with a bit of a semi circle shape. Immediately, RF ignited the ground they were about to walk on with fire. This did not stop their furious onslaught though. Seeing one of them raise their swords to attack, RF stepped back and immediately threw a fireball at the ice sword, melting it like butter. then, he quickly grabbed his sword from its hilt and thrust it into the yeti's stomach. Doing the same to the other two yeti left, Red Fighter sped to find other yeti groups. |
Ecurt stuck to his original plan. After climbing inside a big (roughly the size of a truck) plushie neko mecha (he dubbed it the "Nuklear Neko!") and donning a Power Ranger-esque suit, the duck quacked maniacly before moving the Nuklear Neko! forward with a running start at the wall. Just before it crashed, though, it jumped up and landed atop the wall, crushing a couple yeti's in the process.
Then it slipped. While the crushed yetis provided some friction, it was not enough to keep Ecurt from sliding off the wall. "Well...this was unexpected," he said, as he began falling to what he was sure to be a terrible death. "I guess I should've installed the airbags after all." |
"Sure sure pal, Here ya go." Pyros went up to Inbred and leapt upon his shoulder. Focusing his fire powers, he flameblessed the 'Wind Edge'. "Let er rip! RIP IT GOOD!"
Pyros held on as Inbred readied the throw. "Like beyblade and all that." |
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