Club Navi

The male navi hears "Nobody's going to stop you, besides maybe that stiff guy in the cape over there", and he looks at the navi that is starting a second brawl. He gets up and walks over to meeleman, and grabs his head and states "You forgot someone S***face".

Meanwhile, over by Edgar, the female walks up to Edgar from behind, puts her hands over his eyes, and goes "Guess whos there :)" Edgar raises his hand, and goes "A female voice, it can only be one person! And that is Arc!"

Unfortanetly for Edgar, The male navi, who was Arc, heard this, squzees Meeleman's head, and throws him at Edgar. The female saw it from the corner of her eye, and gets back some. Edgar, however, is hit, and him and Meeleman contenul flying till they hit a wall.

"Hey, calm down, Hotti, or Ram, or whatever our aliases are this time. We're just a couple of gentlemen engaging in a friendly bout of fisticuffs. Isn't that right, my good sir?" He grinned flippiantly at Ram, and then the brawny stranger who had challenged him. "Oh, come now. I thought this was one-on-one! You people have no concept of a fair fight." He stated unenthusiactically as an army navi tried to overpower the man he was fighting.

"Îòñóòñòâèå âîåâàòü íà ìîåé øòàíãå, ëþäÿõ!" Viktor yelled at the top of his voice in Shaaran. The words were unknown to anyone not from Shaaro, but the message was pretty clear. It meant, "No fighting at my bar!"

The two massive vodka bottles prepped for battle made it pretty clear too.

"Hey, I like this guy," MeleeMan grinned at the opponent. "Oh? So you're going to fight me with your fists? Ha ha ha! You don't know what you're getting yourself into, although I applaud your courage!" he guffawed, expunging more smog around the room and cracking his knuckles. "I'll-" he started, but before he could finish, he heard something hit the wall. Distracted, he turned his head to try and locate the source, but then was further confused by a hand on his thick shoulder. Before he could get his bearings back or even figure out what was happening, he felt himself being hurled through the air. "H-how the hell did anyone manage to get me off the grooound?" he cried as he flew across the bar, into another heavily robed navi, and then into the opposite wall.

Without even seeming phased, he sprung back to his feet with an indignant look of bared teeth across his face. "Who's the dead man, huh? I'll rip you apart with my Tear Asunder technique! I'll tear you limb from limb!" he roared, searching desperately for his attacker.

"Call me Hotti again and I'll shred your hat," snarled RAM, now easily living up to one of his aliases, "Hothead." Nonetheless, he couldn't help but smirk as he sees Meleeman get thrown by an even bigger navi. Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

Phoenix had gotten bored with the turn of events at the bar table, and had disappeared from the scene completely. The only clue as to where he had gotten to was a burned-through part of the ceiling that had been re-sealed with a different type of wood.

Up in the rafters above the roof, Phoenix sat, his feathered legs dangling over the edge on the plank he sat on. It was significantly quieter where he was now than it was where he had been. Sighing in relief, he took to conjuring red-gold fireballs and morphing them into beautiful, intricate shapes. On the edges where the wall met the ceiling, flashes of red and gold could be visible in the small cracks.

"Uuugh...." Capuchin growled, "These guys keep annoying me. They're so loud I can bareley dance."

"Just keep the beat Capu-CHAN!"

"That's right!" Capuchin announced, "This is my time, I can't worry about.....?!" Capuchin turned around to see a young looking navi. Her eyes were a pretty green and her blond hair was short and waved in as she moved. She also had a tail but was striped. Her skin was a bit tanner than capuchin's and she looked waaaaay younger.

"M...M....MARMOSET?!"

The little monkey navi gave a cheep. "Oh Capu-chan! You haven't forgot me!" She then went in for a hug, "I'm so happy!"

Capuchin immediatley pushed her away. "Marmoset! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?!"

Marmoset gave a huff and spun around letting her pretty gold skirt swirl, "I'm dancing! Isn't it fun?"

"GAH?!"

"I also got a dancing monkey GMO...Though your's is sooo much cooler! I want one like yours! Can I get one like yours?!"

"Marmoset....how did you get in....why are you here?"

Marmoset gave a big pout, "Can't a little sister have some fun with her big sister? I wanna be with you! We never have any fun together!!!"

"Well.....ugh.....Why here of all places? Why can't you find me at another time."

"Because Capu-Chan, you are always busy busy busy!" She then twirled around and pulled out a glowing green pole. "So let's have fun together!"

".........I have a strange feeling this will be a non relaxing day...."

"Capu-Chan! Capu-Chan!" The sister laughed, "Just have fun!" Then she frolicked on teh other side of the dance floor and began to dance like crazy.

Capuchin gave a sincere smile and danced at her ordinary spot. She soon began to get into it and began to shake her tail like no ones buisness.

The white haired doctor navi seeing that he is no longer needed by his drinking buddy. Decided to look arond, trying to see anybody dancing. He finally finds one, in the form of a small, cute little girl . . . with a tail? He walks over there, acting like a disco maniac. He bends over giving out a hand to the little girl, saying " Hey there, madam. Would it be alright if I dance with ya? It seems beneficial to liven up the mood in this establishment." He then gave a well-meaning smile after wards to the lady.

English had been thrown back rather dramatically by the Psi Bearshield Omega, and had tumbled straight over the bar. She straightened back up slowly, rubbing her head where she had slammed it rather painfully against the floor. What she saw upon her rising again was quite the scene between Meleeman and Savage. Growling, she ducked out of sight again. When she reappeared, the aluminum bat was in her hand again.

"All right," she snapped at Meleeman as she vaulted over the bar. "I'll be kicking Savage's arse for the next two weeks over leaving me behind and taking CPU with him, but..."

She suddenly realized that she was standing a few feet away from her comrades, and slid over to turn their two-member front into a three-person wall.

"When you pick on one of....no, wait, that's lame. We're all the same...dammit, no!" She turned to CPU and Savage for aid. "What was that line we were working on for the subplot fight with Raiden and Gunner and Piano and Divinity? I forgot..."

At which point Raiden beaned Meleeman over the head from behind with a second bar stool, turned, and went whooping off across the dance floor to escape the subsequent beating he knew he had earned himself. He skidded to a halt and ducked behind a monkey-Navi with her tail around a glowstick and the white-haired Navi that he had tossed the original stool at, grinning like a hooligan.

"Get him, guys!" he shouted around the monkey, and then pulled back behind his cover once again.

"By God, you'll regret that, fool!" MeleeMan shouted, rubbing the back of his head which was now even more sore than it had felt when he was flung through the air moments earlier. "Who's the dead man, er, men? Somebody fess up, or I'm going to start taking down random targets! I'm not playing around here, suckers!" he roared, looking frantically back and forth. Besides just his lust for battle, he was beginning to become generally frustrated at the fact that he couldn't seem to locate any of the people who were attacking him. He was just happy that luckily his own smoke didn't have any effect on his own ability to concentrate, because he was pumping it out at a pretty constant rate, and his head was still groggy from the impact.

Raiden stepped out from behind the white-haired Navi and the monkey. "Well, if you had been slightly more attentive to your immediate surroundings, then you may have been able to catch the perpetrator in the act," he suggested, spreading his hands wide and shrugging. "I, for one, was a witness. He is responsible." Raiden pointed upward toward the rafters, where Phoenix sat, looking down on the crowd. He smiled clunkily and slid off further across the dance floor, keen on putting as much distance as possible between himself and Meleeman, just in case the big lug managed to figure out the truth.

"Thanks, Rai! English shouted as she raised her bat, stepped forward, and delivered Meleeman a ringing crack to the back of the head when he turned away.

"I hear you, man, but first, I'm going to take care of the damn woman who just thought it cute to smack be in the back of the head," MeleeMan growled, turning towards English with a threatening scowl. "You've underestimated just how hard my head can be, heh," he muttered, pumping more smoke out of his gauntlets and moving for her slowly. Suddenly, his smoke production increased and his teeth came into full view, clenched tightly with the pink of his gums showing at the corners where his lips curled. "This is a brawl, girlie, but that's still no way to treat a warrior of my calibur!" he shouted, coming in towards her for a powerful uppercut and arcing his fist hard under her chin. "THAT'S MY SOUL FIST UPPERCUT, BISH! EAT AND ENJOY!" he cried out, keeping his fist raised to the air and laughing. As much as he was getting bashed around, he really was enjoying himself. "Things are much more fun without Rania around to hold me back! Ha ha ha!" he guffawed, leaning on a barstool and motioning with one finger for English or her allies to keep on attacking.

Outside, there was a strange, warbling sound that was a bit difficult to identify, almost like a strong suction...

It had hurt when the giant pile of idiot with a pair of gauntlets had socked her under the jaw.

It hurt more when English hit the wall, sunk to the floor.

However, it hurt the most when the entire cabinet behind the bar wobbled and fell right on top of her.

The dust cleared slowly, and the cabinet didn't move to signify that she was getting up. Raiden had stopped when he had heard the crashing from across the club, and was now standing on a table, watching worriedly.

"English? You okay? Huh? You okay? English? English?"

All of a sudden, the entire cabinet was thrown back with such force that it hit the wall and cracked in half, causing the entire club to shudder violently. Something that was assuredly not English reared up behind the bar. It was some kind of huge, nine-foot beast covered in shaggy black hair, its hands ending in in jagged yellow claws as long as Meleeman's gauntlets, fire belching from its eyes and lolling-open mouth.

"Oh, real good one," Raiden muttered. "Hey! Hey! Savage! Hey! Ram! You might want to move, yeah!"

The thing that was supposedly English didn't wait for her Squadmates to get out of the way, though. It jumped clear over the bar, landing with a massive crash in front of Meleeman, straightening up to tower over him.

"Aw man.

"Oh God! What the hell? When did a bear get in here?" MeleeMan asked, more confused than anything. "This is getting ridiculous! But ah well, I've always wanted to try my hands at bear-wrestling, you know?" he grunted, cracking his knuckles once more. "Now I'm going to kill this bear. You all hear me? C-K-I-L... T-H-I-S-S.... B-E-E-R!" he spelled out, placing his finger down on the bar stool for emphasis at each letter.

...Uh oh.

In the meantime, some visitor seemed to be banging at the door as though it were locked. They didn't appear to have the sense to simply turn the handle and see that it was unlocked, apparently...

"Crap, she went PMSout!" Shouted RAM, running out of the way of the giant bear. Then he heard Meleeman say something about killing it...but didn't try to stop him. His funeral.

Meanwhile, Mysterioso was staring at the PMSouted English, trying to recall where he had seen something like that before. Certainly not in the hell net where he had been living for almost eight years. It was no wonder the fedora navi had a bearshield technique though.

(Wich monkey???? There's two....Im guessin your saying marmoset....)

Marmoset looked at the guy with a big smile then jumps on him, "SURE SURE! LETS HAVE FUN!!!"

Suddenly, two huge bouncer mets materialize into the area, "Beep Hey hey beep!" The first one growls, "Beep no fighting here beep! Beep, if you start anymore commotion beep your getting the boot! beep!"

Raiden yelped quite unceremoniously as Marmoset pounced on him and knocked him straight to the floor. "Ow! Hey! Get off get off get off! Don't you see that English is going to--"

The huge, shaggy beast stared blankly at Meleeman as he tried to spell out his intention but completely botched the entire attempt. One of the Met bouncers came waddling up, and the creature's clawed hand shot out, grabbed hold of it, and reeled the bouncer back in. Its hand closed and its talons pierced into the Met's frame, spilling coding every which way. The monster then hurled the mangled body of the Met at the door, from where she had heard an irritating knocking, and started writing on the countertop with one code-covered claw.

KILL THI

The coding that the monster had been using to write finally wore out, and with a roar of fury, the beast started dragging its talon right through the wood to carve the letters in.

KILL THIS BEAR, STUPID.

Her mission done, the monster raised both of its hands, clasped them together, and brought its two fists crashing down on Meleeman from above. Tiles cracked and concrete gave way as English, now with the power of PMSOUT, slammed Meleeman right into the floor with cement up to his knees.

"E-English..." Raiden pleaded, trying to pull himself free of Marmoset, "Help...! Come on...!"

Capuchin looked in shock, "D-did that guy.....just delete....a met bouncer?!"

"HEY!" Marmoset jumped up, "That's mean! MEANMEANMEAN! You better stop and say sorry or I'll punish you!!!!"

Cyclone thought, Glad I'm up here... things are getting hectic.

"Erm..." Raiden tapped Marmoset on the shoulder for her attention, and then shrugged meekly. "I regret to inform you that English is totally incapable of controlling her actions--even more so than usual--when in her Prehistoric Monster Syndrome. Please refrain from holding her actions against her at a later time..."

Raiden suddenly put his hands on Marmoset's shoulders and forced her down, watching as the other Met bouncer went flying across the club. "Ah, dear..."