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| [F] Emerl says, "THAR SHE BLOWS!" | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 17 2009, 11:44 PM (149 Views) | |
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Oct 17 2009, 11:44 PM Post #1 |
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The Gizoid laughed, all necessary duties forgotten as he hoped up, hitting a pair of rails as he went into a grind. Even as he raced down the rails, his scarf billowing behind him, he wasn't doing so hot. Two other Extreme Gear riders were (barely) ahead of him. Kids, but then, most of the riders were kids. The Mobian Underground was the new 'league' out of Central City, and these kids were high quality riders. But Emerl wasn't gonna have any of it. Yeah, they let him race in their league, and he wasn't 'officially' ranked, but that didn't mean he was going to let the kids win. Even as he shot down the track, he grinned as he shoved off one rail onto the other, bouncing between the two to pick up a speed before hurling himself off the rails altogether, bypassing an entire section of rails to land in front of the other two and continue. At least, until the two boarding teens caught up. He had to admit that, while he could take short cuts and could rail hop for obscene speed, the boards were faster than he was. of course, that didn't matter since they were at the last hundred meters of the ra- "BLUR!" the orange hedgehog shouted, raising one hand forward as he threw his board into overdrive, the quick burst of speed putting him just behind Emerl as Emerl continued to rail hop with as much speed as he could muster; the 'third rail' that appeared on the left helped him, as his orange rival took it, leaving him two rails to hop between. "SHORT CUT!" the green furred cat replied as she let herself drop off the side, a pair of 'wings' extending from the sides of her board, the board letting its 'flight' capabilities kick in. Technically, the board wasn't 'tournament legal' but the MU was more lax on that. A lot of 'older' style equipment was still in use, and since the 'official' leagues had changed the rules out form under a bunch of racers the MU was relatively large. Michelle's board wasn't 'old' though, it was new. It integrated some of the abilities found in Air Ride Gear and threw it onto a Board, without sacrificing any of the board's base specs. All this was forgotten, though, when Emerl suddenly laughed. "TURBO BOOSTER, ENGAGE!" he yelled, playfully, still half laughing as he let his jet pack kick on, crossing the finish line just ahead of the two teens, who tied as they usually did. "Hahahahahah!" Emerl laughed as he tumbled head over heels to slide to a stop, the organic riders braking to much more controlled stops. "Jeeze, Emerl! You took so many risks and short cuts!" Blitz said, impressed. "You've -got- to tell me how you remember them all." The hedgehog helped Emerl to his feet and Emerl examined his scarf. "Heh, easy. I'm a robot, remember?" Emerl said as he and the teens waited for the other 5 racers, who came in a few seconds later. Now, to wait for the judges to hurry over. The spectators would probably be catching up soon too. ((Invading Egg Robos? Random attack by badnik? Pretty much any threat other than GUN? And I intend for the other racers to bolt as soon as something 'bad' happens. Also, Michelle and Blitz were intended to serve as characters on Storm, but I never got off the ground.)) |
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Oct 20 2009, 05:33 AM Post #2 |
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A kite floated high above in the sky. It's alright if none of them noticed it even now, for it was no ordinary kite. It was a secret ninja stealth kite, the kind that carried secret stealth ninjas. But this secret ninja stealth kite, colored the same azure shades as the sky, bore no secret stealth ninjas. The reason for this being the secret stealth ninja in question had already abandoned his secret ninja stealth kite. His descent was as silent as the wind, save for one sound that steadily grew louder as the secret stealth ninja drew closer. "RrrrrrroooooooooooooooboooooooOOOOOOOT!!!!" This decidedly unsecretive, non-stealthy, and possibly not-ninja-like battle cry was punctuated by a set of three darts thrown in Emerl's direction. The ninja then made a heavy three-point landing on the ground between Emerl and his organic friends, one arm stretched forward like something from a Spider-Man cover and the other held back. He stood up, revealing himself to be a... blue hedgehog? No, wait, he wasn't blue, that's just his full-body kabuki-style ninja-suit, as the brown quills sticking out of it would attest. Three such quills had apparently been used as the ninja's darts. And, if you look carefully, he appeared to be more of a porcupine, though the two are pretty similar. "Vile mechanical egg-spawn!" the ninja porcupine declared, drawing his ninja porcupine sword with a look in his eyes, an unsteadiness of is posture, and a certain timbre to his voice that suggested hunger, heat exposure, a lack of oxygen in the higher atmosphere may have made him a tad loopy. "Run, children! I will deal with this despicable Badnik!" |
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Oct 20 2009, 11:46 PM Post #3 |
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"Badnik? Me?" Emerl asked as he easily slapped away the darts, his hands glowing with Chaos Energy as he glared at the porcupine. "Puh-lease. Be original. I'm not some hyped up animal based robot built by that crack smoking idiot of a scientist." Emerl was still in a pretty neutral stance, and he glanced to Blitz, who nodded. The various Riders turned and jetted away, leaving Emerl alone with the porcupine. |
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Oct 22 2009, 05:58 AM Post #4 |
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"You can't fool me, you... you machine!" the ninja porcupine stammered. "I know there's a tiny woodland creature imprisoned inside you for some ungodly reason." He shifted his stance, if only to keep from falling over. "And I'm going to free it! BANZAI!" With that, the ninja porcupine raised his sword and attempted to bring it down on Emerl's head. He then decided to gain some distance by leaping away from his opponent, only to slam back-first into a rock. He bounced off it, landing on his face but he quickly leapt to his feet. "That was quite a counter-attack," he said, almost falling over again. "I didn't even see it coming. However, that trick will not work twice!" The porcupine ninja charged at Emerl with sword raised, attempting to slash him again. |
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Oct 22 2009, 06:46 AM Post #5 |
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Emerl sighed as he calmly evaded both slashes, sighing as he brought a chaos energy enshrouded hand into contact with the sword, likely shattering it. "My apologies, but you seem to be not only a bit confused, but a little out of it. Your fighting style is lack luster enough and obvious enough that I see no reason to analyze it. However, I'd like to ask that you cease these attacks. I can show you my power source, assuming you are willing to listen to me." Emerl once again stood neutrally, his pale blue eyes waiting patiently for a response. |
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Oct 22 2009, 11:13 PM Post #6 |
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The ninja porcupine's grip on his sword was as tenuous as his grip on reality. Rather than break against the Chaos shroud, it bounced off and flew out of his hands, embedding itself in the ground nearby. The ninja looked surprised. "You... You blocked my Legendary... uh..." his brow furrowed as words escaped him. By the time he remembered what he was talking about, Emerl was already talking. He swept his arm around dramatically. "I'll show you who's confused! If you think I'd fall for such an obvious ploy, then prepare to feel the wrath of my nanchaku!" From out of nowhere, the ninja busted out with a pair of nunchucks. He began whipping them around his body, which, had he been in peak form, would've probably looked mighty impressive. As it stood, though... "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! HYAH!" *CLANG!* *BONK!* *THUD!* After smacking himself several times with his own weapons, he lashed out with one of them, going with pretty much the same over-head strike his last two attacks were. The metallic clang of Emerl's block was followed by a hollow crack as the rod ricocheted off his metal limb and collided with the ninja's own head. And now the ninja was a crumpled heap on the floor. |
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Oct 22 2009, 11:39 PM Post #7 |
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"..." Emerl sighed and stood over the presumably unconscious ninja, nudging him with his foot. "Would you like some water? Maybe some food? I'm pretty sure this sun can't be doing good things for you." Waiting a few moments he sighed at the lack of response and scooped the ninja up. "Yeah, I think shelter might do you some good..." |
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Oct 22 2009, 11:52 PM Post #8 |
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The ninja porcupine was unresponsive, aside from sleepy mutterings, as Emerl picked him up. There was a piece of paper rolled up in his back pocket. Meanwhile, the ninja's big kite had crashed nearby. It looked like it had seen better days, even considering its now-wrecked status. |
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Oct 23 2009, 12:12 AM Post #9 |
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Emerl turned away from the kite after inspecting it. He could probably assist the porcupine in building a new one if necessary. He doubted anyone would take it. He looked toward his end location and made a call. Jumping onto one of the canyons many rails, he began to grind toward his end location. As soon as the call got through he began to speak. "Blitz, it's Emerl. The ninja's kite just hit dirt. Could you pick it up? ... Yeah, it's where he came after me. Or close enough. I'll be at the Shack, so if you could bring it by at your convenience? ... Alright man, thanks. I owe you another one." Emerl hung up, leaping off the rail next to an old ram shackle hangout. Someone had lived in it, once, but they'd abandoned it, and Blizt and Co had adopted it as a place to hang after it got dark or if someone got hurt. As he pushed the door to the empty shack open, he turned slightly, carefully maneuvering through the door to set the porcupine down on a nearby cot. turning to the living controls he flipped on the AC, the music, and began the wonderful process of making food for the omnivorous ninja. |
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Oct 23 2009, 12:23 AM Post #10 |
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Before long, the ninja awoke to the smells of food being prepared. He climbed out silently, so whoever else was in here wouldn't know he was already up. With a stylized yank, his sky-blue uniform came off, revealing an identical black uniform underneath. He promptly climbed up the wall and clung to the ceiling, hoping to catch is possible captor off-guard when he came back to inspect him. |
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