NPF Avatars: My Electric Evil is LAW
 

The group of NPFers were fighting in the tower, going against the Hentai girls and an army of plushies.

Raiden, however, was flying through the skies to a strange place. Every so often he would phase through existance and appear in a different place, making sure his trail was as random and hard to follow as possible.

As he flew, he looked down at the object in his hands. The Mashirosen. Arhra had tried to hide it by turning it into a tiara. Of course, this object was basically part of himself. He knew the aura it gave off. He had changed it back after leaving.

A small piece of his mind was filled with pain, and then it subsided. Obviously, he was taking too long to get back. He picked up the pace.

POS had gotten quite good at limping. Then again, his left leg had always given him trouble, so he was used to it. During his mid-teen years he had a major growth spurt, accelerating in height by about a foot in six months. The stress of this had wreaked havok on his knees, the left one especially. He spent the majority of ninth grade walking with a limp, downing over-the-counter pain relievers like candy to dull the ache.

A sprained ankle was a walk in the park for him, no pun intended.

He hadn't heard a sound other than the occasional dull roar of an explosion in the former makeshift control room, ensuring to him that there was still a battle going on, though who was fighting whom at this point was anybody's guess. Still, the overall quiet had convinced him that Darth had either returned to the fray or was at least employing some level of stealth to stay under Pedro's radar. This was good because POS had learned one thing over the course of this adventure: the more of their group that assembled in one place, the greater the odds of a giant fight breaking out. And that was the last thing he needed at the moment.

Reaching the end of the hallway, POS approached a door and found it locked. Luckily, being more or less a normal door with a knob (though it was all reinforced metal, of course) rather than any sort of mechanized, automatic doorway, he had a skeleton key. After firing several blasts from Phoenix's laser pistol into the knob, destroying it and the lock, he pushed the door open and entered the room.

Contained within was one of the greatest technological marvels ever accomplished by mortal man: a most advanced supercomputer, processing power rivalling any computer constructed on this world, network cables extending outward from it in a dazzling array of light and energy...

...or at least it would have been, if not for Raiden. Yes, power was still running through it, but the combination of the loss of the Mashirosen, the switch to emergency power, and the thunder god's brutal haxxorz had left the system crippled. Perhaps it could be repaired, after an extensive overhaul, but that was not on today's agenda. This was a salvage mission.

POS set to work, rerouting the minimum of connections and relays as was necessary to disengage the security lockout and bring--

"Pe... Pe-chan...? A-are yo-- I-- Sys-system failu...."

"Hold on, hold on," Pedro said gently, "this CPU is completely burned out. Gods can be so terribly heavy-handed. Rei, you know that server you connected to earlier? Can you link to it again and operate from it?"

The AI didn't try to respond vocally, simply setting to work on his request. POS listened to the dull hum of the power relays as he waited for any sign of life from the system.

"Ahhhh, there we go," Rei finally chirped, "that feels much better! Thanks, Pe-chan! That whole override thing was soooo scary, but I've never gotten to contemplate my own mortality before... It was neat!"

"There must be... blood shed. Sacrifice."

Wrath Manifest thrust out a hand and caught Love in her fingers. It writhed and screamed as Wrath overcame, feeding her anger, fueling her wrath.

"You bitches ruin everything. You ugly bodies disgust me. Your very presence taints the world around you with ill-contained deceit. For once, I'd like some peace knowing that none of you are around hentai-ing our eyeballs off with your ugly asses."

Wrath Manifest grabbed a Badly-drawn girl's hand in a vice-grip. The creature screamed as Wrath's aura left her burning mark on her delicately-armoured skin.

“The world is a better place without trash like you.”

Despite the Hentai chick’s pleading and efforts to writhe out of Wrath Manifest’s burning grasp, Wrath Manifest coldly brought her other hand out and touched the deformed creature on her forehead.

The Badly-drawn Hentai girl… Ceased to exist.

Not ‘died’, not ‘destroyed’, not even ‘sent to the depths of Oblivion’. Just… disappeared as if she was never there from that moment onwards.

Wrath Manifest clapped a pair of hands together and caused the earth to shake and several nearby noobs who tried to sneak up behind her and got very close to be stripped uncomfortably to the bones. She looked again, and found her next victim.

Arhra choose this moment to sneak out with the BDNTAW she'd convinced to switch sides. Rhiya was a touch more murderous than normal it seemed and Arhra didn't want the creature killed. It had finally stopped sobbing and was looking at her with an expression of idiot devotion again. The summoner had been going to kill it after it had set her free, but given had it had acted afterwards, it would have been like murdering a puppy. A souless, girl shaped, poorly drawn puppy, but a puppy nonetheless.

Looking at the BDNTAW, Arhra decided the best bet was to try and change it into something Rhiya would eviscrate immediately. It agreed when Arhra told it this, but she suspected it didn't really grasp her meaning. Begin to call up her chaos magic, Arhra sought the word that would best express her intent and work best on the BDNTAW. She smiled as an word slid into her mind.

"Reconceptualise!"

The word might not actually exist in proper English, but it would do. The BDNTAW disappeared in a roiling mass of chaos magic and the air suddenly smelt like an eraser. After a few sounds of pencil strokes, the magic dissipated, leaving a flurry of sheets of paper in its wake. When the white blizzard disappeared, Arhra got a look at her handiwork.

She'd been right. Being essentially a badly drawn anime character, the girl was sensitive to having a character redesign. Unfortunately, she looked more like a concept sketch, being mostly just a plain white and, well, sketchy. Arhra should probably have seen that coming. On the plus side, there was a definite improvement in artistic quality.

Arhra supposed the creature would have to be called a Well Drawn Naked Transformation Anime (Hentai) Woman, except the summoner wasn't sure if the girl still had a naked transformation sequence. Nor did she seem particularly hentai inclined anymore. Her costume was somewhat less skimpy now and Arhra thought it looked a lot more flattering. A good job, considering she hadn't really had any control on the specifics of how the spell turned out.

The spell's subject seemed to like it too, giving a squeal of delight and practically tackling Arhra with a hug. Once Arhra felt like she could breathe again, she said, "I suppose we'd best give you a name."

Mauve stared up at the ceiling, tapping her fingertips against her chin in thought. How to answer this... How to answer... Boot to the groin? Calm but polite refusal? A pleasant reminder that Mauve had SOME dignity? Burnination? Hmm, choices...

"Well," Mauve said, opting for something less violent. "I was considering the armor at one point, but that was before I realized that "Special Armor" was Ecurtian Code for "Sexy Sailor Fuku." I think we've had quite enough of the bad anime ripoff women for now, don't you think?" She jabbed a thumb towards whatever happened to be left of the BDNTA(H)W.

Mauve looked nervously over at Wrath Embodied, who was destroying said anime ripoff women. Mauve wasn't anime-ish in the least bit, but she was a mage and a female, which might make her fit into the Magical Girl category, which PhoenixBot and Wrath were destroying quite violently. Mauve had no intention of meeting her maker at this time, so she began to edge away from the rampaging women.

"We'd better get rid of these newbs and lurkers, so Rhiya and Phoenix can calm down. Otherwise, we might not last much longer. And by we, I mean me."

"Pedro, I'm rather busy at the moment so this better be damned important."

POS and Rei had managed to fully transfer the Mashirosen tower's main computer functions over to the outside server. Still, given the current state of the tower's network relays, this didn't provide much more than a communications device for them, but this suited Pedro just fine. On the plus side, the true flesh-and-blood Madame Phoenix was displaying a much sunnier disposition than he had expected, given the current circumstances.

"Having trouble?" he asked the image on the screen in front of him, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, everything's peachy!" Phoenix replied, her voice sounding no less irritated, "Absolutely no trouble at all, if you don't count that my main power is down, secondary power won't be able to run the Isparalian's defense grid or main engines, and that fool Asheth royally screwed up my android's programming and it started going on a killing spree."

She sighed as she looked over the PX-R's diagnostics, and continued, "Dragonsbane was able to fix the immediate problem before too much damage was caused, though her synaptic grid is expanding at threefold normal rate leading me to believe SOMETHING in the ban against intelligent AI had a reason to it. I blame your chip, of course."

"Of course," POS groaned, "how dare my beautiful iTron processor actually make your kill-o-bot able to process abstract thought! After all, they certainly don't make 'em like they used to, back when their heads exploded everytime someone shouted a logic paradox at them..."

Phoenix had tuned him out by this point and commented, "Well, the PX-R seems to be working within set parameters for the moment and is slaughtering those toys left and right. I'm frankly rather impressed in her ingenuity. I never expected something like that," Phoenix giggles joyfully as she watched her creation's heatblade/katana combination maneuver on the battle-cam, before finally turning her attention back to Pedro. "So, what can I do for you?"

POS began to type furiously on the keyboard in front of him. "I have a fairly sizeable memory cache that I need to upload into your data banks for a bit, as well as the use of whatever resources you can spare for a couple projects and safe harbor for myself and the Superfriends up there."

"Wait, you want me to take care of you, a bunch of marauding superheroes, and download your memory onto my Triple-A Encrypted Mainframe... And how do you expect to pay for this?" she asked - nay, demanded - incredulously, "Furthermore, what's to say letting a group of armed and unstable hooligans onto a very sensitive pseudo-military colony ship/tower is a smart thing to do?"

"Well," he shrugged, "the plan at the moment is to take down Raiden and..."

"I'm in. What do you need?" she asked, barely able to contain her giddiness.

"Everything I outlined a second ago along with your robot making sure the others evacuate from the tower."

"Evacuate? Just what do you intend to do, O'Sullivan? Hatching another nefarious plan?" Phoenix asked, aiming one of her myriad of spy-sattelites at the Mashirosen tower.

"Well," POS said casually, his attention focused intently on coding this latest command sequence, "since Raiden fried the network, I can't activate the tower's self-destruct system. Therefore, the only logical course of action is to overload the back-up generators, causing them to explode and detonate the self-destruct charges in a chain reaction, destroying the tower and anything unfortunate enough to be caught inside. It's set to go off after Rei and her memory banks are done uploading into your computer, which should be in about 78 seconds. Talk to you later."

"'Kay," Phoenix replied as Pedro cut the transmission and bolted from the room.

Did ya miss me? ohh guess not
 

Premonitions had been fighting newbs and lurkers, with no real result. HE did'nt benefit from the insane amount of power his friends had. When there was a brief lull in the battle,(mostly becasue Rhiya had scared everyone shitless) He noticed Pedro limping away. This either meant he was running like a coward or had some big plan, either way sounded good to him....
it took him a while to fight through the waves of enemies, especially since he was giving Pheonix and Rhiya a WIIIIIDE breadth. When he finally got to the hallway pedro was nowhere in sight, so he ran down the hall way until he heard fast paced sliding footsteps coming his way. He pulled out a gun and pointed it down the hallway. If it was Pedro, well..... either way he fired a shot in the ceiling and called out "Who's there?"

Actually, Ecurt hadn't been planning to use a Sailor Fuku. No, instead it would have been a tight blue, form fitting, single piece bathing suit. However, he respected Mauve's choice (or, at least until he developed that Mind Control Crown that Pyros wanted him to create), and instead focused on the issue of Newbs, Lurkers, Flamers and Trolls (henceforth, all simply referred to minions). "Well...you know, we probably could stand here and fight them until the death, but since the others are probably able to do it themselves and since we of the NPF have a history of killing each other right in the middle of a battle...I say that we step through the portal right over there."

"What portal?"

Smiling, Ecurt pointed somewhere behind Mauve. "That portal. The one I used originally to get into the tower. Oddly enough, everybody else seemed to conveniently forget about it, even though it never closed."

(OOC: My bad, I completely forgot about this RP.)

"Oof!" Fenris said as Ecurt still stood on him.

'Aren't I in enough pain?' he thought, still with broken bones.

And very muffledly, he said "Hello, Mauve."

"ECURT! DON"T YOU LEAVE!" Asheth yelled at the wage-slave.

"DB has gone catatonic because I'm just so damn sexy in this form, from what I understand Rhiya's in that time of the month, Phoenixbot has gone skynet, and while i don't know what POS is doing, he may as well be planning to make this place explode by doing something gay like overloading the generators!" Asheth whined. "So get over here and help me!"

She knew Ecurt obviously would attempt to make an excuse or just simply run off, so she decided to use some real threats. "Get DB's hands off this field, or I'll make you pay for all the Asheth Plushies that Phoenix has destroyed! And YOU DO KNOW HOW MUCH THEY COST, RIGHT?"