NPF Avatars IV, Chapter I: The Comet out of Space

[Bailey]

Syttulg sat down in his chair, looked around, and realized that his extension cord was gone. He nearly blasted Skyshot right there, but he instead began breathing deeply counting slowly inside his head. He would have a chance soon enough to do something nasty to the vile cretin, and it might not even take as much energy as that required to bring the contents of Skyshot's bladder to a boil.

At the news about the poison, Syttulg sent two nannites to start cleaning the poison out of his system. He really didn't understand this Arhra person. Wouldn't they have realized that in a group this large, there would be people who could get rid of such things?

"If we've got somebody who can teleport themselves and is willing to act as an energy source, as well as a place to get raw materials, then we could work together to get everybody wherever."

((<< >> I totally did not almost have a typo in Skyshot's name.))

[PhoenixFlame]

Approximately this moment, a PhoenixCorp™ telescreen lurking in the corner of Arhra's ceiling recieved a very important communuique' from a very important member of this very important project. It popped out of the air conditioning duct and hung suspended in midair by a small cable, showing only static.

"Are you getting this?" The sound of tapping on glass accompanied the distinctly feminine and distinctly british voice that filtered through the comm-static. "Good, and um, sorry I'm late Arhra!" She continued.

Soon, the picture cleared, giving way to a much paler, much darker-haired PhoenixFlame aboard the bridge of her flagship, the ECS Isparlain. Several communications officers were fiddling with a gutted long-range Hyperpulse Generator (HPG™) control panel, the primary communications device aboard the battlecruiser.

"I'd be there in person, but I had to check out the giant comet flying directly toward our planet. Unfortunately, any scans we make of the object come back scrambled, but you already knew that. After all, I've been monitoring your conversation and am immediately ordering we come about and return to port." Phoenix explained. Several techs in the background flinched as the HPG™ terminal sparked, and PhoenixFlame's image appeared upside down and backwards. She continued as if nothing happened.

"yletanutrof, ev'ew deganam..." And apparrently, the comm-track was trasmitted backwards aswell. Soon, the feed cut off entirely.

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"to... Are you listening to me?" Phoenix yelled, frustrated, at the blank "Transmit" panel. "Damn it all! Interferance from the comet is right hellish... Helmsman! Get us back home as soon as possible."

And so, Phoenix and her ship quickly made their way to Arhra's tea party of hell.

[Toastburner B]

((OOC: Seven pages before I died...this must be a record. Dice roll makes my new form...dragon

There was a knock at the door a few seconds before it opened. A rather annoyed looking dragon walked in the room, glaring at Garud. "Was that really necessary?" Dragon TB said to Garud. "I mean, the Leafblower Maniac was actually a good starting form for once. And do you realize how much that hurt?! I mean, I got to feel each and every one of those organs rupture before I died. Also, I would suggest you refain from trying that again. If I had been paying attention, I probably could of at least matched that little attack." TB ended his complaint with a snort, throwing a tiny ball of fire in the other NPFer's direction.

"Right...did we discuss anything important between when I died and now?"

[PyrosNine]

Pyros watched, as he said. The inhabitants of this world were as strange as any, each with their own quirks and unique powers, and they were all driven to this place by fate....and the promise of tea and cookies.

Sadly, this Arhra person deemed fit to place poison within it, and attempted to coerce the others into action. While it didn't work, it did show a subtlety and trickery that reminded Pyros of someone else, long ago from his past.

Nevertheless those there kept eating the cookies and sipping the tea, and went on as usual, intending to stop this comet anyway. Such chaos.... Pyros doubted any of the warriors of his own world would act in such a way in the face of such a threat....well, most of them.

PYros continued thinking to himself, and keeping his silent watch of the NPF forumites from behind the window.

[mauve]

Mauve had just opened her mouth to reply to Fenris when Ahrha mentioned the poison. She snapped her mouth shut and stared down into the teacup, sloshing its remnants around for a moment.

"You know, I thought it tasted kinda funny," she said, eyeing it critically. "Didn't want to say anything though; I tried to be polite--"

At that precise moment, Mauve noticed Ecurt and Flarecobra with the sailor fukus. Mauve's eyes narrowed once more.

"Hold on a sec." In the mage's mind, things slid into place very quickly. The one thing she had forgotten to resolve during the last adventure came to the front of her mind like a neon sign. The fuku incident...

"YOU!!!!" Mauve hurled the teacup at Ecurt. "SO IT WAS YOU!!!" Barring her teeth, the mage held up a fist. BAMF!! It burst into flames at her command.

"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!"

[Raiden]

Raiden sat drinking his tea. Of course, he had moved it from the dainty teacup into a mug, since his hands were too powerful to hold such a fragile thing without breaking it. After hearing about the poison, Raiden looked up at Arhra.

"Huh...so THIS is why you wanted us able to die. Thank god for loopholes." Raiden thought about the many ways his son could cure him, or have his father do a Creation Cleansing. But, he'd save that for later. He drank more of the tea.

"Quick question though. Why are we planning? Normally we stop and plan and strategy and get tactics...but it all devolves into a massive bout of team killing, destruction, and basic property damage. So, let's just split up to the gates, and do what we do best. Break shit up."

Raiden looked over at Rhiya.

"Don't worry Dragongirl. You can be my ride."

[Truce]

Things were bursting into flames at a fast rate, but as one of Nein's employees he was used to things suddenly turning into fire. So, when he noticed that the fukus were burning, he instantly doused the fire. Then, after examining the damage (it looked okay, except that the skirts were significantly shorter, while the tops had gaps that would reveal patches of skin while worn), he turned to the one who had started the fire. "Now, now, Flare. I never said one was for you. After all, I couldn't get your measurements, as you never stay in one shape for too long, and I don't know how you're supposed to measure a slime girl anyway."

That was when the teacup hit him. Rubbing the sore spot now on the back of his head, Ecurt glared at Mauve for a moment before smiling evilly. "Oh," he started, in a voice that was entirely too sweet. "I'm sorry. Don't think I've forgotten about you..."

In an instant, the traditional (if not a little burnt) Sailor Moon costume disappeared from the pile of fuku and into Ecurt's hand. Then, before anybody knew that the Magical Girl transformation scene had been skipped, Mauve's clothes were in his hands, while the fuku was now upon the mage-or, at least Ecurt thought that was the case (he wasn't really paying attention if the technique had worked or not).

Resisting the urge to laugh, Ecurt took the oppourtunity to run. Jumping out the window, Ecurt was sure he was scot free, when he crashed into none other than Pyros. What happened next he would be unable to describe later on, but somehow in the process of crashing into him the clothing in his hands exploded, and Ecurt soon found himself in a smoldering crater alongside the dimensional traveller, with stars spinning over his head.

[mauve]

The fire on Mauve's fist turned suddenly into pink flowery flames (however that worked out). She blinked, noting that her hair was now in pigtails.

"Well, this was somewhat unexpected," she said. "Okay, we'll adapt." She reached for her knives, but they were gone. Instead she found herself holding a staff with a big-eyed bird head on top and a fistful of cards imprinted with animals. A giggling fluffy animal of some sort with tiny yellow wings fluttered around her head.

"Fine, Fine," she said. "I think I can work with this." She put a fist at her hips and spread two fingers out in a peace sign, holding them near her face. She gave an anime girl grin.

"Ecurt-kun... I will defeat you... WITH THE POWER OF ULTRA-CUTE VIOLENCE!!" She leapt out the window that Ecurt had used as an escape.

The NPFers inside heard the sounds of battle, mixed with the occasional musical number or shouts of some stupid anime girl attack or another. Then, there was silence.

"Please don't do that again. It won't end well for you," Mauve's calm voice came through the window.

Mauve walked back in with her mage's outfit tucked under her arm, ignoring the others, and found the ladies' room. She emerged shortly thereafter in her normal attire.

Ecurt was presumably still on the ground, trying to remove the handful of cards and small winged talking sidekick animal that had somehow been lodged in his trachea.

[Truce]

As Ecurt choked, his body involuntarily twitched. He didn't die, of course, as that would have been too, too kind to him, and with a little excrutiatingly painful help from the animal sidekick, both cards and said sidekick were freed from his body.

Still not getting up off the ground, Ecurt opened his eyes and sighed. "Yes," he said, answering that unspoken question. "Yes, it was."

[Mesden]

She stood, kind of just...watching shit as it happened. I mean...seriously...

"You people are fucking batshit-loco, aren't you? And sure. Coming along, if not for the fact I might need to stop you people from feasting on each others entrails just because it's convenient."

An odd, nearly accusing look was shot over to Rhiya.