Chaos

Enough. This is not a bar showdown. Compare your body stats in PMs. *whistles for Flash*

[i]Demos was utterly disgusted, dispite the fact that he had just snuck Zero in the jaw with enough force to put a hole through steel. The fact of the matter was, his team was in shambles. What little rescources they had were being tattered and torn. What's more, he couldn't depend on Signas anymore. His incompitence was eminent. Walking slowly to the Infirmary, he looked over his shoulder, making sure everything was clear. It was at this point that he darted towards Parking Block C-47. Making sure, once again, that the coast was clear, he stepped into the parking lot, swiftly running behind parked vehicles. He sits in the shadows, and waits...[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DarkOrderKnight [/i] [B]...in English when I was supposed to be reading a novel. God is that book boring. [/B][/QUOTE] What novel, might I ask? [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DeathKnight [/i] [B][color=crimson]This is alot like Apoc...[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, but is that a bad thing? No. ^_^;;; Remember how you said we needed a good Apoc-like RPG? Well, ask, and you shall recieve! [size=1]You'll have to excuse me. I had a metric ***-load of wine today, and I'm just a little drunk right now.[/size]

W000000000000000000000T!!!11!1! 1 4r3 l34v1ng!! Ahem. As I was saying, I'm finally leaving. I'll remember this from time to time...when I'm not drunk. But I'm going to enjoy freedom, yes indeed. Oh, by the way. Remember that thing about me wanting to stay in OBBII? Reversed psychology. Just something to ensure that I got out. Peace. -- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Hearing his name called out for the eviction notice, Neil jumped in the air, and shot off some random ki blasts which exploded in a way that should be classified as "fireworks". Taking his bags and throwing them out the front door, Neil proceeded to take around five bottles of Vodka out of the kitchen, and walked out of the Otaku Big Brother II House, feeling his Modship powers returning immedietly.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA--" *five minutes later* "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH--" [b]Flash:[/b] "Goddamnit Neil, shut up! Just go kill people up in DB or something! Jeez.." -.-;;

[b]Name:[/b] Medra [b]Age:[/b] Rumored to be over several million years old [b]Alignment:[/b] Evil [b]Race:[/b] Demon [God of the Night Skies] [b]Short Bio:[/b] A genetic experiment instigated by Hell's labs in the early days of creation brought forth this demonic God of Lightning. Originally designed to fight Heaven's Army, Medra is a huge, burly figure who has seen more wars than the Earth. Thought to have been killed while ambushed by Heaven's Arch Angels. [b]Weapons:[/b] [i]Deloz Fury[/i] -- A double-sided sword capible of tearing a hole in the air, this meter and a half long weapon is enchanted with necromatic mana, preventing it from being broken or for it's edges to dull. Thought to have been locked in eternity by God himself, but apparently not. [b]Spells:[/b] Teleportation, Control over necromatic energies, Control over electrical energies [u]Raigeki[/u] :: A small yet highly, highly, HIGHLY explosive beam of lightning which can deatomize nearly anything it touches, and causes severe collateral damage. Get out of the way when this is coming in your direction.

OOC: Wonder Mod Powers Activate! Form of...GODMODDER!! *fwoosh, whine, twinkle* -- -- -- -- -- [b]Neil:[/b] "Well. I'm small and I'm free. And I'm to be evicted soon." [b]Mini-Ken:[/b] "..." [b]Neil:[/b] "So, I think I'll just leave and pack up my shite..." [b]Mini-Ken:[/b] "Your [i]shite[/i]? What the **** man?" [b]Neil:[/b] "Just shut up and say "Bweee" goddammit..." [i]Walking over briskly, Mini-Flash, red in the face with rage, hopped up and down, screaming.[/i] [b]Mini-Flash:[/b] "NEIL!!! GET BACK IN YOUR SHACKLES!" [i]Without even being seen by the bare, human eye, Neil socked Mini-Flash right in the face, sending the evil plushie through the dungeon wall and to a grinding halt. Appearing inside the desolate Big Brother house, Neil, at his normal height, began to pack his gear up, and downed a few bottles of Vodka in the meantime.[/i]

[i]The Evil Queen, recovering from Ken's comment about her being old, was about to charge him with her blood-tainted sword, when Neil suddenly appeared, slipping through the Dark Void, cheap-style. This dimension had a low budget for special effects. Neil glanced around, trying to make what of wha, and what of what-what.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Let's see. Ken's shirt has food remains on it...and the food on the cracked-in-half table looks like it was sent through a blender. So Ken fell. Two arrows on the ground, holes in Ken. Ken got shot. Flustered old woman with a sword, and Ken leaning against a wall. He must have made some age reference." [b]Evil Queen:[/b] "'Flustered old woman'?! HOW DARE YOU!!" [i]With a nod, the Evil Queen motioned towards her archers that lurked in the dark corners of the huge dining hall. Seven arrows in all flew like rockets, aimed dead-on for everyone's favorite Super Saiya-jin. Seven arrows made contact with Neil. Zero arrows made even but a scratch. Slapping her hand to her face, the Evil Queen sighed in discontent. Halfheartedly, she swung her sword at Neil, who suddenly became ablaze with a fighting spirit. Juking left and right, Neil easily evaded the razor-sharp blade. Floating sharply backwards in a ki-enpowered flip, Neil quickly exterminated the archers that hid like cowards in the recesses of the room with a flare of energy that made the floor buckle.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "You people suck. You people can't even cut a flesh wound in.. Blah. No fun these days." --;;

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Zerosaber007 [/i] [B]I'm dead Oh great . wait didn't i just post something saying I was in the alpha vehicle with Fenir [/B][/QUOTE] Flash said you were dead, [b]or something[/b]. You need to read what people post. -_-

[i]Neil was extremely bored. On the TV, the nuke documentaion was over, and all that was on were damn infomercials. And he wasn't watching that. Ripping a hole through space and time with a might sweep of his right arm, he stepped through the portal and... ...Fell straight down. Peering down with a drawn face of slight fear, Neil saw that he was somewhere around twenty miles above the ground. Twisting in a tight corkscrew, Neil sighed deeply as he plummeted. A few seconds before he hit the ground, the Demon Saiya-jin remembered something.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "WAIT! I can fly--" [i]Before Neil could finish his statement, he landed with a great thud, facedown, in the damp Earth. Laying in a crater about a mile and a half deep, Neil rolled over after a minute of twitching.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Okay, just for that, this dimension gets destroyed once the balence is regained. Now, if I could just feel my legs..."

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Etarah's Maverick [/i] [B][color=teal][b]Edit:[/b]Is that better, Medra?[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Yeah, that's better. But I don't see how or why Iota would've gotten in a transporter to come back when she wasn't ordered. Hell, maybe Havoc told her to...[;) In other words, yeah.] But where she got a vechicle before she even got to Alpha is beyond me. Oh well. Thanks for doing that so kindly and swiftly. [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B]OOC: It's highly unlikely that Massacre could barely move. lol It's not that easy to harm him. ;) But of course, the intention was that he would escape from the tower to avoid it crashing down on him. Once again, I'll edit this with a post. [/B][/QUOTE] Well, I had misunderstood Warlock's post, so things played out differently. But now, he's run away, so all's well. And I'm so confused I can't post...O-o;;

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i] [B][color=green][i][size=5][b]ATTENTION EVERYONE ON THE OTAKU BOARDS WHO'S READING THIS![/b][/size][size=1] I'm planning on starting another website, but this time it's going to be top ten anime babes and top ten anime guys, voted on by you. To nominate your babes (guys) and your men (ladies) then please PM me! Thank you![/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] *iggies that* [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=deeppink] [size=1]says, squinting her eyes. ---------- never mind the attatchment >.>[/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] *never minds attachment* I would just like to take this chance to tell everyone reading OBBII that there have been certain groups of members trying to keep me in this thing. Well, I concede to their actions. Voting me out of BBII will actually make me very sad. This right here is history, and I'd pretty much cry if I was evicted from something that is basically revolutionary... So yeah...O_o;;

Dammit Lock, seriously, that was my bad. I posted right after I woke up, without any coffee or sugar. Ugh. And not to be a total ***, EM, but I think you're under-estimating how badly ****ed-over Massacre was. He could barely move, as I sort of hinted at by "Massacre's face turned to one of sorrow and mourning, to one of sadism. This was his chance. Now, if only he could actually feel his legs..." But oh well. To that matter, though, Demos ordered the others to head for Alpha, not to go back towards the scene of the fight. Plus, there is the matter of Shadow [Who, in all actuallity, should have left the general continent] who was hanging around Alpha. So, a kind edit would be nice. Basically, redo your whole post if you will. Follow Lock's idea of Massacre fleeing. He seemed to have something planned out there. Or am I just assuming too much? Gah. My head hurts.

OOC: Sorry EM, but no, Alpha hasn't left yet. -_- -- -- -- -- -- [i]Hearing the sudden shots from something other than buster fire, Demos turned sharply, only to see Massacre running at breakneck speed at one of the Support Vehicles. Warlock was nowhere to be seen. Filled with a moral sense of sadness, one of the three times in his life that he would have this emotion lingering within him, Demos turned to dash off to intercept Massacre. As he left, he told the others to continue on to Alpha, and await his signal, should he not return. Havoc was in charge until Nova came to and was able to actually stand. They complied. Demos steam-lined forward, using a trick he had learned from Flash; Limit Releaser. But this time, he planned on surviving using the Limit Releaser. Frowning sadly at the thought of Flash's death, Demos suddenly was filled with a rage like he had never felt before. The thought of loosing his last connection to pre-Cataclyism gave him new-founded rage, as he hauled across the scorched Earth, ignoring the fact that his power levels were somewhere around 127 percent, near overload. With this new power, Demos came up behind the enraged Massacre without a sound. He began charging his buster, as he slid to a halt some five meters behind the cyborg, who was still enthralled by the Support Unit. Letting a fully charged Fusion Rocket round fly, Demos' body was propelled backwards from the force of the escaping energy that launched out of his buster. Stopping some fifteen feet away from where he once stood, he snarled in sadistic pleasure as Massacre took the blast right in the back of the head with a screech of pain. Tumbling forward, Massacre came to a sandy halt with his face buried in the dirt. Standing up shakily, the cyborg turned around to get a flying boot to the face from Demos. The blow barely phased Massacre, but what really knocked his socks off was when Demos fired off his dash system at full potential, blasting Massacre for a loop. Flying some twenty meters backwards, face disfigured beyond recognition, Massacre howled in agony. He slowly staggered up, anger taking hold of him, and rushed forward. Demos ducked a mighty right cross, and kicked straight up from the ground which he had slid down to, right in Massacre's stomach. Firing off his jet boosts again, Massacre was sent flying into the air, but Demos was also sent into a force crater of his own. Massacre flailed in the air, trying to right himself, when a blue beam of energy passed through his right shoulder, and quickly depisitated. Massacre landed with a crunch, some of the pipes and tubes lining his body snapping and bending completely out of shape. The hulking cyborg stood warily, keeping his eyes fixed on Demos. The pain was slowly overtaking him; his knees were starting to buckle.[/i] [b]Massacre:[/b] "How the Hell are you so strong...?" [b]Demos:[/b] "I'm following a friend's example." [i]Saying that, Demos took off again, dashing forward, sending a rift of dust flying behind him. Massacre didn't even both to try to block when Demos sent a perfectly executed roundhouse to Massacre's jaw, the loud crack audible to everyone within a mile radius. Massacre was pummeled by a long-lasting flurry of punches, kicks, and some few buster rounds. Finally breaking his lull of attacks, the cyborg threw out a loose left jab, which, of course, Demos avoided with relative ease. Whipping the DX-Sabre out, Demos took several slashes at Massacre, who suddenly regained his second wind. Jumping backwards with uncharacteristic speed, Massacre only took some light cuts. But one slash hit one of the cyborg's main 'veins', and suddenly oil was gushing out like a fountain. Screaming defiantly, Massacre jumped backwards, his huge left fist clasping over the 'vein', preventing a massive lose of vital fluids. Demos looked on in glee, seeing he had really messed Massacre up. One of his eyes had swollen shut, his right shoulder had a blood-oil mix gushing hole though it the size of a cabbage, and he had whelps all over his body. When Demos was charging up a buster shot that very well could've destroyed Massacre, suddenly his power began to plummet; the Limit Releaser was taking too long. The power that was focused in the Fox-III v.3 Buster dissolved in a magnificent display of light, and it was at this time that Demos fell backwards, his exhaustion evident. Massacre's face turned to one of sorrow and mourning, to one of sadism. This was his chance. Now, if only he could actually feel his legs...[/i]

[i]As the tower shook like the Earth had some bane for its life, the Hunters on the roof swayed back and forth, trying to keep what little balence they managed to keep. Nova, having used up most of his energy with his sudden outburst to Reverb, temporarily shut down to conserve strength. Demos was snarling at the fact that Reverb had put Revolver into the shaft, and not over the side, but that couldn't be helped right now. Having a brillient idea, Demos shouted above the din of the collapsing Silo.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Everyone listen up! Reverb, I want you to do me a bit of a favor. Make sure Nova gets off of this building. Jump off the side, and slide on down at least two stories! And more than that and you might get some minor damage. Iota, follow his lead. Now GO!" [i]Not saying a word, Reverb dashed over to Nova, avoiding random debris, and slung him over his back, before vaulting over the side along with Iota. Sparks shot out from under their feet at the sledded down the leaning side of the tower, and before they came to a big, gaping crater in the outer wall of the Silo, jumped off, and plummeted downwards. They landed heavily, the dry ground shattering beneath their immense weight and velocity. But they stood up like normal, and dashed for Alpha... Back up on the tower, Demos blasted a nice, big hole from the roof to clear the debris on the ninth level so that he could clearly see where Havoc had landed to. Back down in the dark abyss, Demos switched from his normal, pinpoint clarity vision to thermal scan. Adjusting the settings to where the funnel of heat known as the launch shaft, Demos peered around the ninth level, searching for signs of heat. No luck. Seeing the many holes in the floor, Demos decided to check the eighth level, when a comm. link was sent his way. Accessing his HUD, he could barely hear the voice of his brother, Havoc, over the static caused by the interference of all of the happenings of the tower's demise. Havoc was relaying some sort of message, something about a rendevouz outside at Alpha. Rodgering that, Demos ran full speed towards the wall opposite him, and jumped a split second before he would have rammed into the wall. Curling up into a ball, with his elbows touching his knees, his body slashed through the decrepid wall like it were a wet paper bag. Soaring downwards, flairing his limbs outward so that he would catch more air, Demos ignored the shower of rocks and steel that pelted the air from the Silo, and landed with an audible crunch. Standing fully erect and unharmed by the fall, the dirtied Hunter ran as fast as he could to escape the now-falling tower. As he reached the coordinates, looking at the others which were there briefly, before turning to the Silo. He watched in tired dullness as a sheet of dust choked the area as the loud rumble of the falling tower eventually deminished to nothing, and soon, the only noise that was heard were the footsteps of the Reploids who were walking back to Alpha. They had just started to walk off, when an explosion rang out from under the rubble. Chunks of destroyed rocks were tossed into the air effortlessly, as a Reploid was seen walking through the new flames created by the intense plasma blast. Demos twitched in awe. [/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Wa...WARLOCK?!" [i]Warlock smirked, as he approached silently, and as he came near his wounds were evident. A bloodied nose, some bruises along his face, and his armor was nicked up fairly badly [Not to say that the others weren't]. But he was alive. Demos stepped forward in disbelief, as he had just learned that Warlock wasn't actually dead, or had gone Maverick [Such rumors floated around HQ]. Demos was about to say something, when a scream of anger came out from underneath the rubble. Warlock turned sharply, his fists clentching tightly, cursing. A large boulder was lifted straight up into the air, and below it, was a very, very, [b]very[/b] pissed off Masacre.[/i] [b]Warlock:[/b] "Run. Now. ...I've got this." [i]With that, the others dashed off towards Alpha, as Warlock steadily advanced on Massacre...[/i] -- -- -- -- -- -- My mind feels fried...O_o;;

[i]A large explosion etched a semicircle under Tracer's steady feet, knocking him a good twenty feet into the air. As he got up in a blurred flurry of flips, he snarled as he saw two shadows fly up into the air with striking speed. The landed some three or four seconds later, silent with the exception of the hydrolic hiss of the gears adjusting to the fall of these Reploids. Two beam sabres came to life in the shadows, making a criss-cross over each other, both a light, steel blue in color. Gigabyte turned at this, his attention escaping from Reverb. At this, the two figures in the shadows shot forward, smirking madly as they dashed mere centimeters above the ground, twirling around in broad circles around two genorators. They came to a hault in the early evening light, showing what the Hunters already knew. Soiled by soot and ash, Demos and Havoc glared now at the damaged Revolver, quickly glancing at Nova. Piecing two and two together, they both got into nearly identicle offencive stances. Havoc dashed towards Gigabyte, kicking the downed Revolver hard as he passed as well. Gigabyte, focused on Havoc, was suddenly snuck by a powerful plasma round from Reverb, who began charging his buster once again. Gigabyte, not wanting to make the same mistake again, turned so that he could face both Havoc and Reverb, forgot completely about Iota as well. Several projectile rounds made Gigabyte jump, his barest of reflexes allowing him to miss the rounds by bare millimeters. Snarling, he fired several plasma rounds at Iota, knocking her off of her feet, as well as the advancing Havoc. Havoc spun once, but was met in the face by a strong right hook in the jaw. As soon as Havoc hit the ground, he backflipped, completely missing the shattering roof. His feet landed heavily on the crumbling shards of the cement. He cursed strongly as the roof underneath him spider-webbed, giving way to his weight. He made holes, also, through the floor of the eighth level. He was stuck inbetween the two levels... Back up on the roof, Reverb took a solid buster round to the face from the enraged Gigabyte, who now concentraited on Reverb and Reverb alone. Demos, however, was having his spot of fun with Tracer. His material sword had been sliced straight in half by Demos' DX-Sabre early on in the battle, and Tracer was on the run. Several quick buster rounds, and Tracer was on his back. When he looked up, he gasped in shock, seeing Demos standing on one of the genorators, his right leg propped up on the edge of the dirty machine, his the backs of his balled fists against his waists, leaning forward with a menacing, sadistic grin.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock. Hear that? That's the sound of your time running out." [i]Tracer's face went pale, as his mouth peeled open, a raspy roar of anger escaping from his throat. His hands formed into busters, letting simple rounds of plasma fly. Demos jumped high into the air, using his dash units to make himself hover just above the shots. As Demos came thundering down, he stabbed downwards with the DX-Sabre. Tracer, however, began to regain his sense of fighting, and rolled to the left in a flash. Demos snarled, as he pulled his beam sabre out of the roof violently, trying to get a reading on where Tracer was running around at. A sudden shockwave slammed Demos backwards into and through a genorator, scraping him up very nicely. As he fell, he went over the side of the Silo... Tracer roared in victory, having knocked his opponent to his death. Firing his Swirl Tornado into the air several times, he screamed taunts into the young night, the other Hunters staring, shocked. One of their numbers had been taken out so easily-- A yellow hue cast over the immediate area around the Silo, and an ear-shattering roar enveloped the area, when Demos went flying overhead. A golden beam ripped from his left hand, which was formed into the Fox-III v.3 buster. This golden beam, gradient, white leading to sun-yellow on the edge, was surrounded by black sparkles of excess energy. Sent soaring overhead from the force of the fully charged Fusion Rocket round, Demos seemed to daintfully hover above the Silo. Spilling downwards like a rocket, Demos looked like an arrow, completely straight. As he neared the roof, his body bowed backwards slightly as his right fist drew back. Homing in on Tracer, Demos slugged forward, his body snapping forward to put the extra force into his punch. Tracer's entire body buckled inwards, slamming into the genorators he had backed up onto due to fear. Firstly, he was hammered backwards with enough force to knock a Ride Armor's top half off, and then he bounced off of the genorator, nearly going straight through it. When Tracer coughed up some artificial blood, Demos had already landed, rubbing his right hand with his left, his buster adapting back into his hand. Tracer was on the brink of deactivation, when he reached a quaking hand upwards to Demos, his voice raspy and slurred.[/i] [b]Tracer:[/b] "P-Pl-Please... ..Spare me, Hunter." [b]Demos:[/b] "...Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a freight train coming your way..." [i]Tracer's eyes widened to the point that his pupils could barely be seen, as Demos' hand, formed into the Fox-III v.3 buster once more, gleemed with a pale, white, fiery aura, and unleashed a white orb of pure energy into Tracer's face, tearing the Replimaster's upper torso away in a flash of napalmic fury...[/i]

[i]Neil slapped himself silly, while still spewing lines from random movies like a crazy fool with Tourette's. Finally clamping his mouth shut, Neil aimed an ill-tempered ki blast towards the ground, and fired it straight down. It sliced through the floor, and hovered to a halt behind Flash in his secret lah-boor-ah-toreh. Flash turned around, making a :twitch: type face. He blinked twice, still silent and motionless, when the ki blast exploded, sending him sprawling in a heap of pain and random curses. Back in the kitchen, Neil twitched silently, hand still over his mouth. Slowly moving his big hand from over his kisser, Neil smiled cheesily as he no long spouted random curses...instead, he cursed like normal. O_o;;[/i]

OOC: Damn this FF-like RPG setting. -- -- -- -- [i]Neil walked over to the alcohol cabinet in the kitchen, pulling hard on the door, which was locked shut, as Ken came into the kitchen.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Oh no, it are lock. I find [b]KEY[/b] to open it." [b]Ken:[/b] !?! [b]Neil:[/b] *shakes head violently* "Flash, you do something like that again, and you're dead." [b]"Bwahahah... It's the small things in life that gives me pleasure..."[/b] [b]Neil:[/b] "So you like chicks with small tits, small asses, and small--URK! ... .[FONT=courier new]I are HATING FLASH[i]![/i] HE MAKE HIS TIME, HE ARE ON HIS WAY TO DESTRUCTION[i]!![/i]"[/FONT] [b]Ken:[/b] "Flash, you suck. Where's Neil's 'back-up program'?" -- -- -- -- -- If you understand this, then I pity you.

[i]As Shadow turned around at the mouth of the hole that Demos created, a steel-blue beam passed through his right shoulder. At the base of the beam, was Havoc, holding the D-Sabre artfully. Shadow staggered backwards, attempting to draw his own beam sword, but a buster shot slammed him into the back wall with a fiery expulsion of energy. Shadow was hammered even further into the wall of the building, a constant shelling of plasma tearing his outer armor to bits. After a straight minute of pummeling, Havoc stopped, to see that Reverb was rushing his way, followed by another reploid, and... ... ... And Warlock?! Havoc looked at the now-unconcious Shadow, before turning back to those rushing to his location. Awestruck, Havoc gapped at Warlock. Reverb ran up to Havoc, saying something, as Warlock came to a halt next to him, and some other 'New-Age' reploid. But Havoc heard none of it. He was in shock, complete and utter shock. Warlock was..here. Now. On this mission. What was going on?! After a few minutes, and a brief explination, Havoc was about ready to go home and sleep. All of this was starting to hurt his brain.[/i] [b]Reverb:[/b] "One thing though. Ehh...who is that?" [i]Reverb motioned towards the crumpled Shadow.[/i] [b]Havoc:[/b] "Maverick that HQ reported as to be killed on sight. So I just fulfilled my duty... Heh." [i]The Hunters and the Ex-Hunters walked off cautiously towards the stairs, and advanced upwards, but still talked. A few minutes later, Shadow's HUD showed 99% damage. Crawling his way back to the car he had stolen silently, Shadow was on the brink of destruction...[/i]

[i]Neil, easily breaking out of the "ice sculpture" form [the magics seemed to be used by every weak child and their grandmothers now], continued to watch huge mushroom clouds loom over debris of cities laid to waste in a flash. He smiled, loving the pure destructivity of it all.[/i]

"Fluffy butts"? :therock: Ginny, you really need to characterize Neil better... -- -- -- -- -- [i][b].:Start Die My Darling now:.[/b][/i] [i]In a flash of raw, unbridled power, Neil's arms shot straight up into the air as he roared in rage, energy flustering outwards in a complete three-hundred and sixty degrees sphere. The advancing plushies were immedietly deatomized, ripped apart by the furious surge of ki. Those few plushies [and humans], that had managed to survive the tidal rift of light, were thrown backwards uncontrollibly. With a sudden adaptation of flames, Neil went Fire Saiya-jin once more, the area around him billowing outwards due to the extreme change in temperature and force. Launching small, yet highly explosive, energy orbs, Neil quickly laid waste to this tide of devilish plushies, and nearly killed everyone within a twenty foot radius. Thankfully, most of the others came out relatively...alive...when Neil flipped the sofa back over as if he were lifting a feather. He sat down, as his golden hair returned to it's dark brown/nearly black, semi-spikey, loose dangle of untamed fluff as he turned on the TV.[/i] [b]Neil:[/b] "Oooh... Document of the nuclear bomb..."

It's a gradient code, Juuy. -- -- -- -- [i]Neil shot his arms forward, letting loose a hugh barrage of ki spheres, yet another assult by the Renzoken Energy Dan. Continuiously blowing holes in Plushie Re-enforcements, Neil was having loads of fun. Unfortionatly, he didn't notice when the girls charged into the fray, and some shots went flying too far...[/i] -- -- -- -- V_v;;;

OOC: *runs over to topic with shock paddles in hand* CLEAR! *gah-DOOSH!* *flatline noise* Charge to 300! *gahhh-DOOOOSH!* *silence* *faint heartbeat blip on monitor* -- -- -- -- -- [i]Neil slowly wandered around the house, surveying the damage. Sighing heavily, his eyes shot out with an icy blue color, as the universe rippled slightly, the influx causing the house to rearrange to it's former self. Unfortionatly, this brought back all of the evil plushies, and that meant that Plushie War III was about to begin. Neil, being the fair sport that he is, simply fired ki blasts that were powerful enough the blow up a mountain at a single plushie at a time [As opposed to killing them straight up.] Running into the Den, Neil flipped the sofa over, and began bombarding the advancing plushies at an elevated height of two feet, with small, yellow ki 'bullets'. Ken walked in [and made a "Oo;;;"], watching Neil snipe the Plushies which each carried miniature pop guns.[/i] [b]Ken:[/b] "Oooh... D-Day at Sofa Beach." [i]With that, Ken began to follow Neil's suit, jumping on top of the sofa, shooting off some necromatic spells like mortar shots.[/i]

If possible, I'd like to join this. There are very few well-planned Cowboy Bebo RPGs, so I'd like to jump on this if I may. If not, damn me to Hell. :p [b]Name:[/b] -Unknown- [b]Alias:[/b] Blank [b]Age:[/b] 22 [Unfortionatly, he's about as mature as a 15 year old though.] [b]Height:[/b] 6' 4" [b]Build:[/b] Very muscular, but not overly huge. [b]Clothing:[/b] A black shirt with a steel-blue tribal thorn design running up the chest, black, extremely baggy jeans, slate-colored combat boots, and he sports looped earrings on both lobes of his ears. [b]Hair color and style:[/b] Black, naturally spiked straight up, and rather short [Only about an inch and a half] [b]Eye color:[/b] Hazel, with a slight hint of brown near the pupil [b]Weapons:[/b] One (1) .45 automatic with two (2) spare clips, two (2) Full automatic Uzis with three (3) spare clips [each], and one (1) HK-5 with two (2) spare clips. [b]Homeworld:[/b] Native of Sentinel [b]Background:[/b] A charming background surrounds 'Blank', filled with a mafioso dance of decpetion. At the age of 11, his parents were killed right in front of his eyes, as they left in their car to go to the theatre. A bomb, he later found out, had been wired with the ignition. At the tinder age of 15, he became a Cowboy, making kill of 10,000,000 W., which he used to loan out a ship. When he didn't pay his loan on time, he simply used his ship to whack the loan[i]er[/i]. When he was 20, he started reeling in the big bucks, working for anyone and taking every job that paid over 5,000,000 Woolong. He has a reputation of being extremely...forward...with his killings, and his methods can be decribed as "crazy". [b]Misc. Data:[/b] Not much to put here, except he is quite fond of the drink... [center][b].:Ship data:.[/b][/center] [b]Ship Name:[/b] [i]Deloz Fury[/i] [b]Color:[/b] Black, with a silver inverted cross on the nose. [b]Cockpit size:[/b] 1 person; small cargo area can hold up to five tons of extra weight; any more weight that that and the [i]Deloz Fury[/i] won't be able to sustain flight. [b]General Description:[/b] It resembles a cross between an Apache helicopter and a F-15 Hornet; unfortionatly, since it's very heavily armored and powerful, it's a tad slow. [b]Armaments:[/b] Twin 20mm cannons under nose; 8 sidewinder missiles on each wing. [b]Power:[/b] 3 [b]Armor:[/b] 2.6 [b]Speed:[/b] 1.743 *waits to see if he's actually accepted* *does a little dance in the meantime*

[i]As Xion prepared his favored move, a blue beam burst through the opposite wall, tearing a nice hole through Massacre's shoulder with a long, dry sizzle. When Demos came up the rest of the stairs, he was relaxed, assuming he had defeated whatever was making the scuffle start. As soon as he exited the stair hall, he was thrown back be a mighty punch to the jaw. Sent flying back like a ballistic missile, Demos' biomechanical pupils shrank to nearly invisible dots, when he crashed through the stairwell door, and slammed into the wall of the hall. Massacre, turning back to Xion. The hulking thing jumped up, crashing straight through the ceiling, leaving Xion and the now present X stunned. After a few seconds, all seemed quiet. Blood was staind on the burnt carpeting from Massacre, and there was an errir silence that seemed to swallow the Hunters up. The Medic was attending to Demos' slight case of shock, and the Light-Gunner held it's position guarding the Medic and the fallen Hunter. With a burst of debris from above, Massacre came down hard right on top of X, knocking him out right on the spot. Xion cursed, and ran up to Massacre, and snuck him good, right where his right temple should be with the Vulcan Jab move, fully powered up. A small explosion insued; when the blinding light died away quickly, Massacre was found halfway embedded in the wall. It was at this time that Demos returned to the fight, and tossed X into the relative safety of the stairwell. Ever with a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth, and a bruise starting to already form, Demos was ready to issue an ***-kicking no one would ever forget. Drawing the DX-Sabre, Demos ignighted the blade, and got into an offencive stance. Then, Massacre disappeared into the wall, somehow.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "I ?[i]ucking hate[/i] cyborgs..."

[i]Demos cursed slightly when he got the message from Nova. Even Fenir could've helped out here, and now he was critically wounded. Furthermore, this Scimitar character seemed to be nearly invincible. With a really good idea, Demos shoved the handle of his DX-Sabre into the barrel of his buster. Using the morph techknowlegy that was so common, Demos' entire arm became bathed in a steel-blue hue. Suddenly, as the air virbrated around Demos, the beam turned a bright yellow, darkening by the second, as Demos charged his buster. X jumped to the side, after stabbing Scimitar in the leg with the Z-Sabre [Scimitar was quite captivated by the display of changes from Demos], and took refuge behind the Light-Gunner Drone. Xion backed away as well, not really knowing what Demos had in store. But soon, he would know. The yellow glow that was hovering over Demos' arm focused around the Fusion Launcher module. A thin, golden beam shot out, crossing straight through Scimitar's chest. After a second, the beam started to fade away, but it was also frying Scimitar's internal circuits. Black oil surfaced through ever orafice on Scimitar, but it soon caught flame. A massive explosion ensued, rocking the entire Silo, which was very dangerious if the warheads were armed. But, the building made it though, only the Second Level was a gaping hole now. Demos staggered slightly, some shrapnel having dices parts of him up, plus he was a bit drained from using such a powerful attack. But he'd be all right. It was at this time that he recived another message, from Signas, explaining how Havoc was en route to the Silo at this very moment. Demos sighed, unattaching his DX-Sabre from the Fox-III Buster, and sat down on a roasted shell of one of the bug-like robots. Xion walked over, and smiled briefly, before heading towards the stairs leading up towards Level Three. At the same time, Reverb was boarding the Elevator, holding up Fenir. As he was lowering down to Level Four, the lift suddenly stopped dead on. The lights went out, and the gears grinded to a halt. Reverb groaned in content, pounding on the door once. He was starting to hate this mission.[/i]