NPF Avatars: The Man Behind the Mask
 

The masked man narrowed his eyes behind his mask.

"Back off, mod." A shockwave seemed to blast out from the masked person's very being, sending the mod flying back. This thing was powerful, this was true. However, that voice was so familiar...

The figure reached up to his face, and pulled off the mask. What he revealed underneath was a large pig snout. As he left the shadows, he showed a rather husky person wearing a DBZ t-shirt covered in Cheetos dust. His greasy black hair gave off douchebag vibes.

"You NPFers...always stepping in my way...*snort*"

It was...Otaku Son.

Garud saw Krylo get thrown across the room. The person who did it, had his face plastered all over the banned list. Otaku Son was imfamous for his evil. He was a jerkwad, who didn't know right from wrong. This was Garud's first meeting with him.

"I could say a pleasure to meet you but you make me wanna throw up. What? You gonna want me to PM you because I'm a girl? Huh? Do ya? Whatcha gonna do piggy? Oink all over me?"

Otaku snorted angrily. Garud bombarded the bnned one with insult after witty insult making the guy furious. Finally, the last straw... No-one talks about his penis size...

"Is that a marble in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?"

Otaku shot another shockwave, directly hitting Garud into a wall. Rubble fell on top of the demon slayer and she seemed to be crushed. The room was silent for a moment, before the rubble was blasted away. Standing on the spot was Garud, male again, glowng red eyes and pitch black wings emerged from his back.

"YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE MADE ME ANGRY!"

The transformation was loud, and Garud went trueform again. His body grew larger, his torso broadening, his arms getting larger and more muscular, his head becoming amorphorous, his hands becoming clawed... The beast roared violently and drew two weapons from the shadows... the blades of chaos. The chained daggers were wrapped around his arms tightly. The demon slayer charged at Otaku. His purpose was seemingly to maim, but the closer he could get to the Kurosen and Mashirioshen, the sooner he could use the blades to reel them in to him.

The Dark Wizard winced as the Thunder God before denounced his name. A stabbing pain shot through his ego at the mention of his weakness, his twisted mind… his inferiority. The Black One knew that the Thunder God was coming. He was ready to battle the Divine Being, one on one if need be. What he was not ready for was the speed and nature of his attack.

The Dark Wizard knew Raiden was fast. He moved, quite understandably, at the speed of light. Or, specifically, of lightning. What he was not ready for was teleportation. What he was not ready for was the monster that the God had become. A being of pure energy… pure power. He tried to move out of the way in time, but the attack came faster than anticipated. It came faster than expected. What is his monstrous power? This monstrous speed? This monstrous strength? The palm came and drove into the Wizard’s nose, shattering it like delicate glassware. The searing pain shot through the Wizard, blinding his senses. Is this the power of a God? Is this what I seek? Before even a fragment of a second had passed, the Dark Wizard felt his face meet the cold hard ground beneath him. He was so weak from the first blow, that he hadn’t even felt the Divine Being grip the back of his neck. This… this is not a God. This is a being of destruction. The Black One’s face was driven to the ground again. And again. And again. Pain had no more meaning. The Dark Wizard was effectively dead, trapped with nothing but his thought’s before his dying moments.

And what if this is all a God is? This rage, this uncontrolled strength? The Dark Wizard felt something, friend or foe he didn’t know, grip his neck. Before he understood what had happened, his spine had already separated from his neck. He was cold inside. His power and strength had failed him utterly in this encounter. He had, for once, bitten off more than he could chew. Sank his teeth too deep to back out alive. This is… monstrous… volatile. This is not the power which I seek. This is… monstrous. That’s all I can think of now. A monster. Not even human, not even sentient.

The Dark Wizard was dropped to the ground. Words were uttered by his killer, but he could not hear them. They were muffled, and seemed distant. The Dark Wizard knew nothing at that moment. He knew not pain or sorrow. He knew not joy or life. All that filled him was a dull feeling of regret. If this is what my life has been… a sham. A façade. If all that I ever hoped to achieve is such a lie, then I might as well die here.

After that, the Dark Wizard stopped thinking. Forevermore.
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The Light Wizard listened to the tale that the Gaians told. He listened to how they waged war on the NPF. His heart seethed with rage unknown to him before. Before he got up to take action, though, he saw what he did not expect to see.

The Dark Wizard, still alive, walked by the Light Wizard. That was not unusual, as the White Wizard knew that he had survived. Or, more accurately, been revived. Forevermore happens to be a short amount of time when dealing with the NPF. What he did not expect to see was the expression on the Dark Wizard’s face. Usually his eyes were jovial, a maddening flicker behind the luminous sapphire eyes. However, the his eyes were dim. They were dead. Staring at the ground, as though defeated… or betrayed. Something lost that could not be regained. The Dark Wizard walked by the two remaining Gaians, showing no notice of them. He then stopped dead in his tracks.

Turning his head slightly so that they saw his profile, one eye glared at the Posters. They stared back, not knowing what to expect, but soiling their pants anyway. The eye glowed, a deep blue that made the Black Cloaked Wizard menacing. The Gaian’s eyes opened wide in horror, before he pierced the night with a scream. The scream was shrill, reminiscent of a little girl. The look of fear on the man’s face was obvious. His eyes darted around his skin, as though something was crawling on it or under it. The Dark Wizard didn’t move an inch. Didn’t bat an eye. His pupil contracted slightly, and cuts started to form on the Poster’s skin. Invisible knives sliced him open, as red and silver liquid spilled onto the ground. The red was obviously blood, but the silver was unrecognizable until it glinted in the moonlight.

Knives were forming, falling out of the Gaian’s skin. Bloodstained, they tore through the flesh. The man shouted and writhed as he was cut open from the inside. As the blood fell, it started to become silver, started to group, started to solidify, started to sharpen. At the end of the process, knives littered the ground around the flayed skin of what was once a Gaian. No blood was seen, no gore was left. The other Gaian started to lose it, stepping back slowly, a look of fright on his face, a loud yelp escaping his lips. The Dark Wizard walked into the Temple.

No emotion crossed his face.
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The Wizard was moving through the ethereal realm. He saw a spectacle before, a destroyed spirit igniting and tormenting another wrecked spirit. There was something familiar about the method, but the Wizard was too determined to help his Lord to pay attention.

As he caught up to the NPFs, he saw a degraded soul. So degraded, that its mockery on life seemed to give it power. The Wizard knew not what it was, but knew it was what was controlling his mentor. He jumped out of the ethereal realm, and saw the mutilated being before him. He didn’t recognize him at first. Then, his brain started to remember something he read about. Something in the history of the NPF. It was Otaku Son. The Wizard’s mouth opened for a second before he managed to say,

“You have got to be kidding me.”
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The Light Wizard noticed that the Dark Wizard stood behind everyone else, somber. He seemed to glance at the mutated form of the Wizard and at Mauve periodically, but mostly just stared at the ground. No euphoria in the kill. No glee in the slaughter.

With a huff, the Light Wizard turned to face the maniac who was out to get them all killed. A voluptuous women was flying through the air. The Light Wizard raised his hands, and caught the woman with ease. Recognizing the lady he said, “Fancy meeting you again, beautiful.”

Thunderpaw didn't recognize the degenerate, having been away traveling at CSNESF at the time, but he did recognize that he was wearing a DBZ shirt. He chuckled. From past experience he knew that he would be able to push the bounds of reality a little further than normal, being a martial artist, and that any attack with a creative name was more likely to hit his opponent. Already he could feel his mechanical parts improving faster than they would otherwise. He began rubbing his hands together. "What say I disable you with a HOUNDING IMMERSION STUN!" He slammed his forearms together and opened his hands away from each other. A dozen or so electrical beings in the shape of wolves appeared out of his hands and began racing towards Otaku until they shuddered oddly, turned, and began seeking Raiden instead. As each wolf reached him, it expanded and pounced on him, only to be absorbed into Raiden's electrical field. Okay, that was bad, but just got to stick to the script. If this guy has the Kurosen, then he's warping reality just by being here. There are certain conventions that one must follow to become stronger. "What power is this that allows you to divert my attack away from yourself!?" Pfft, like I don't know Raiden's functioning as a lightning rod. I'll just have to wait for someone to tell me, and then on to phase two of plan make-use-of-the-DBZ-physics-emanating-from-the-badguy.

Darth's jaw dropped. He hated Otaku Son so much. So very much. Otaku had once forced CJ to read his horrible fan-fic that included everything (Even star fox and star wars) and then talked incessantly about how awesome it was. When Darth and Dante (R.I.P.) had sent him a PM that said "This is masturbation, not writing," Otaku had claimed that they were unenlightened and that his writing professor claimed it to be wonderful. Some bullshit about how he had to figure out how the different characters from everything would treat one another. Despite them all acting the same.

"Motherfuckingfuckerfuckingfuckerfucking-"

Darth gasped.

"fuckbitchsonuvafuckerfuckingcockwhorefucker-"

Darth breathed.

"-fuckingfucksfuckerisfuckingFUCKED!"

Darth stood there trembling with anger. So very much anger. So much anger, that far far away in the Librarium Online forums, the entire Eldar section was obliterated in a wave of fire eminating from a user named "Long Shot." There was a twitch in Darth's eye. His hand spasmed. Then he pulled his P-90 and sighted it right between Otaku's eyes.

"Okay, cut the crap. What are you not dead slash banned? Did you finally annoy satan enough that he got so frustrated that he tore apart that contract you signed at birth and kicked you out of the underworld?"

"And why, pray tell, do we stereotypically associate nerds with cheesies? I do say that over in the wonderful United Kingdom, we'd never have such dreadful habits as those, for we are much more enlig-"

"Please stop talking," piped Darth's belt.

Mauve's lips curved into a sneer. All this time, the big evil had been Otaku Son? She had the bizarre urge to burst out laughing, but it was suppressed as a feeling of disgust washed over her. She had never met the infamous banned one; he had been eliminated long before she joined. Now that she saw him, she felt incredibly happy that this was the case. Anyone who would take this kind of revenge simply for being banned was truly messed up.

Mauve Mage would have demanded some kind of explanation; would have demanded to know why he would take control of an NPFer's soul simply for revenge. Mauve Thief, however, frankly didn't give a damn. Still baring her teeth, the thief hefted the PSG over her shoulder and aimed it at the banned one. The barrel began to glow with a strange and deadly energy.

This was it. Otaku Son would die without trial or chance to repent. Mauve would vaporize him here and now, and end all of this. She would-- Waitaminute...

WHUMP!! The gun fell from her hands as it seemed to become a hundred times heavier in one split second. Shocked, the woman looked down at herself. A swarm of white chaos particles flew away from her. That's odd... PWUMPH!! A familiar weight fell onto her head. Her vision was slightly obscured as a pink hat brim pushed itself down into her face. By the time she looked back down at herself, she was once more clad in a pink mage's robe and yellow boots. Her thiefy skills and physical strength had vanished.

"Perfect," Mauve muttered. Once more, it seemed as though Murphy's Law's unnatural love of her and her innate ability to screw up all of Rhiya's RP plans had stepped in at the crucial moment to make themselves known. Mauve was no longer a thief; she no longer had stealth abilities or strength. Which meant she couldn't heft the beautiful PSG.

"And I never even got to use it!" she protested angrily. At that point she noticed Dark Twiddy was giving her a listless stare. He looked... beaten. Mauve frowned.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "I only ask because normally you'd be making some smart-ass remark about my lack of effectiveness right now. And it's been oddly quiet."

Kryla flew by at that moment, to be intercepted by the Light Wizard. Mauve bared her teeth again and aimed a hand at Otaku Son.

"Fireball!" she commanded loudly. A flaming orb flew from her palm and raced towards the Banned One.

Kyuubi's hackles rose. Raiden was definitely near, but felt no need to make himself known. Kyuubi carefully walked into the temple grounds, ever aware of everything that moved. "Show yourself Raiden. You know what I am here for."

The fireball flew forward at Otaku Son. It looked for a moment like it was about to connect...until it was blocked by the sphere of energy, gathering up the different energies that manifested the fire and absorbing it into his body. It then went back to work making the new body, only needing to finish the head. Otaku Son gave a high-pitched squeel of joy.

"Squeee! You NPFers! Always blasting first! Of course, with your powers and weapons, why wouldn't you! But no, I had nothing to my name. You people lorded over me, insulting my hard work with my fan fics! And you girls aren't even worth allowing to see my hentai collection anymore! I was weak then...but now I have a weapon. Your beloved Raiden! He did such horrible things to me...calling me out when I changed my profile to insult his! Sending a nasty PM when I was trying to put my smooth moves on CelesJessa! Saying that Steve Urkle had no reason being in my writing! But now he's under my control! And I have that Fire Angel of yours to thank..."

He held up a small glowing orb in his greasy cheese-dusted hands.

"Before I was banished from the NPForums, I was at the bar. That drunken deity was talking randomly about many stupid things, none of them about how Solid Snake could beat God on his own. But he did say something interesting. Because of some hidden rule, there was an orb in creation that allowed whoever held it to control a deity. I found it, and decided to use this power on Raiden. I found it funny to make him my slave. But then I found something interesting about him. He had much more power than he even knew about. Bit by bit I forced his power to be unlocked, so that I could do much more than take revenge on the NPF. I want the entire UNIVERSE to pay for not understanding my genius! My fanfictions are works of art! Each character reacts in special ways!"

He picked up the Kurosen in one hand, and the Mashirosen in the other.

"And with these two artifacts, it will all be mine..."

Ecurt could only vaguely guess why he was back in his own human body, or how he had gotten trapped within the depths of Raiden's soul, since he had been distracted by Rhiya moments before this particularly chain of craziness had occurred. However, delving too much into the subject was pointless at this moment, since he had no way of proving it. Right now, all that mattered was moving forward, and hoping that his friends would take care of his body while he was away.

It was difficult to traverse through a soul scape, especially since it was not his particular brand of expertise. He left these sort of things for Mesden to handle, but alas, he had no choice but navigate through the urban jungle that existed within Raiden's soul.

It was quite remarkable, really, how similar the empty streets here were when compared to the NPF city, though he supposed it had something to do with the connection with the Kurosen. That only made it that much more difficult to find his way, since there has never been a city map that remained completely accurate for more than five days. Knowing Raiden's heart, this version of the city probably changed every five minutes. Still, with a little bit of luck, as well as the fact that it was the largest thing here, he found himself at what could be described as the Kurosen Tower made out of Jenga blocks.

Without any hesitation, he stepped through the doors and was greeted immediately by a long case of spiraling stairs. Grasping the Light Axe, the only weapon that happened to come with him, firmly in his hands, he climb up the flight of steps, careful to make sure he didn't fall through the many gaps. Eventually, after running for what seemed like (and probably was) several miles, he came to the top half of a door, with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from the doorknob.

After busting down what remained of the door with much satisfaction, Ecurt jumped in and raised his weapon, twirling it in his hands out of dramatic habit. His eyes scanned the room, searching for his opponent, only to the find Raiden sitting there at a leather covered desk, sipping from a Starbuck's plastic cup. "...what the hell are you doing?"

"....I'm drinking my coffee. In my soul. Like I usually do. What the hell are YOU doing?"

"I'm here to defeat you. What, do I need an appointment for that?"

"Uh...yeah, you kind of do. Didn't you see the secretary outside the door?"

"All I saw was the huge flight of stairs in the tower that led to here. Seriously, haven't you heard of an elevator?"

"Well, there is an elevator. It doesn't appear...unless you have an appointment. Now, if you're desperate, I can fit you into my schedule about...next month. The 15th sound good to you?"

"Does this look like an Omake to you?"

"It's an Avatar RP. If a scene doesn't look like an Omake, we ain't doin' our jobs."

"We could always just blame it on Pyros, y'know."

"Already filed the paperwork on that."

"You have paperwork? I just carry a stamp around-much faster."

"I'm a Thunder God with Rune, the Godmod incarnate. The paperwork was filed before the event even happened. I see these things coming."

"See, if you had a stamp, you could do it even faster. Besides, you get to stamp things when people aren't looking, like Mauve's hat."

Raiden shrugged. "You get to be my age, you like to keep things old-school."

Ecurt smiled, and walked closer. "Here, let me just show you the benefits of having a stamp," he said, and just like that he swung his guitar and smacked Raiden across the face with it.

Well, not really. It was more like knocking the hot coffee onto Raiden's pants. Regardless, the battle was on.

Raiden was stoic during the strike. He didn't even move when the guitar shattered across his body. He looked up, the pockets of energy that was his eyes gave a stern look. "I think something just opened up." With a kick, the desk went flying out at Ecurt.

Ecurt stepped back, but there was no way for him to get away. The desk slammed into him and carried him all the way into the wall. Gasping for air after the wind was knocked out of him by the force, he shoved the desk off in time to see a bolt of lightning streaking his way. Ducking back under the furniture, his wooden shield was barely enough to protect him from the blast. The wood exploded, sending fragments everywhere, and were it not for his trench coat he probably would have been covered in splinters.

His cover was gone, but he didn't care. He wasn't planning on hiding again. Rising from his position, he smiled to Raiden, who was standing with one hand held out towards him. "Is that the best you can do?" Ecurt asked.

"Why don't you just run away? You don't stand a chance. Not in the real world, and especially not in here."

Ecurt laughed. "I wouldn't be me then, now would I?"

"What can you possibly do? All the power you have gained in the outside world is meaningless here. In this realm, my realm, only the power of our souls exist, and your stupid plushie power is can't save you here."

"I'm sure I'll find a way."

A familiar spear appeared beside Ecurt, and as he reached out for it he motioned for Raiden to attack. In the next instant, the thunder god appeared before Ecurt and sent the younger man through the roof with another kick. Then, with an almost satisfied look on his face, he crossed his arms and sighed. "Effortless."

Suddenly, Ecurt burst through the ceiling, landing in a crouch behind Raiden. His costume had changed again, having become a set of red samurai armor while Ecurt had been out of sight. "Plushies aren't the only things I can create." With a smirk, Ecurt lunged forward and thrusted the spear towards Raiden. At the last moment, the thunder god spun around and caught the spear by its point. With a flick of his wrist, the spear was thrown across the room-along with its wielder.

Landing with his feet against the wall, Ecurt immediately kicked off and tried the assault again. Once more, Raiden caught the weapon, but Ecurt had realized his grip and used his momentum to continue carrying himself forward. Quickly twisting his body, his heel caught Raiden by the side of the face, and he followed up by dropping back to the ground to sweep kick Raiden off his feet.

With his ascension, he retook his weapon and dramatically spun it above his head before plunging it into the Raiden's chest. Falling to his knees, Ecurt closed his eyes, and began to chuckle.

"It isn't that easy to kill me, you know."

"I didn't think it would be."