Club Navi

A big navi with long arms and a fan on his chest enetered the doors(if there are any other wise he appeared mysteriously). He stared at all of the different navis in the club. not knowing any of them, he casually walked around. He found a good wall and propped himself up against it. hje then looked at everyone with a scary glare. Trying to be tough.

"So, if she's in PMSOut... Oh, what the hell. May as well buff up, too." He threw his fists into the air and rose higher into the air, tensing his arms and legs as his nondescript hazel eyes flashed into a bright shade of gold. "Regal Ra -- No, wait." He halted his exertions and adopted a pensieve expression, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Can't keep that name if I want anything good to come of the application... No, I'll need something more original than that. Alright, how about" He suddenly tensed again, his limbs forming a bizzare X as he began to glow from within. "Once and Future King!" For a moment, he was obscured by a calm halo of white light. When the glow subsided, he didn't look much different. No, not very different at all -- if you happened to ignore the semi-opaque wings of pure energy that spread from his shoulders, and the immaterial crown resting an inch or so above his head. He stretched languidly in midair. "Aah, there we go. Probably won't need this, but man it feels good to be near full power."

((I'm a power-whore. : D))

Zexis shook as he rage limiters appeared around his wrists and ankles. He felt better than ever and walked over to Capuchin((is that how you spell it.)) and said
"Wanna dance." With and with that he started dancing and shouted "yeah baby make me a BIG OL' NUCLEAR VIRUS BEER PLEASE OH AND PUT IN SOME O' THAT AWSOME TIQUILA I SEE!!!!!!"

Viktor shouted back, "Iif you're reefeering too an alcoohol made oof viiruses, try thees!" He called up, "Chrees. ze moost powerfuul viirus yoou can make!"

"Will do!" A young man called over the chaos. After a few minutes, it was done. He sent it down, and it was revealed to be a small, spiderlike virus; a Scuttlest. This one was flashing with all the colours of the rainbow, and had some extra spikes here and there. Injecting it with a fatal amount of vodka, Viktor blended it up, added some tequila, poured the simple mix into a bottle, sealed it, and tossed it at the one who had wanted it.

"THANKS!" said Zexis as he tried to drink as much of the liquid as he could. Spluttering but still going zexis downed the drink in on go. He felt dizzy for one moment the his head hit a dancing pole as he fell to the floor. Rolling onto his side he shouted "One more!". Staggering he got up and walked to the bar and waited as the leatheal dose of vodka kicked in.

Sighing, Viktor complied, requesting a copy of the virus. Repeating the process, he handed him the bottle and said, "Yoou bettar bee stroong. Zat ees enoough woodka zare too deeleete fife Navis."

Zexis stared blankly at the waiter navi. It was only until he realized that the thing had spoken to him that he gave a reply of "yeah"as he grabbed the bottle. He took it slower this time waiting for the firey liquid to go down. With out any waring "RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH FOR TOMARROW WE DIE!"

Nikko sighed, she knew that this wasn't the place to read quietly so she ordered a glass of milk and quietly drank. (i know....it's way out of character for her)

"Oof!" MeleeMan grunted, feeling himself being forced through the very floor of the building. His entire upper back was now causing him to reel with pain, from the combined injuries of being thrown into the bar-room wall and being driven into the floor by a giant bear. Suddenly, MeleeMan noticed Marmoset trying to break up the fight, and clenched his teeth irritably. "This thing's a blood-thirsty bear, and that one over there's got stinking PMS! Don't get near them! You'll only get injured if you try to break it up now!" he called out to her. The giant red navi tried to extend out his arm to move her to the side, but found himself unable; in shock, he realized that his arms were stuck in the hole that was enclosing his lower body. "Daaaamn! What am I going to-?!" he yelled out, then suddenly, was clunked unconcious by a door, flying off it's hinges from the shot of a bazooka.

"Look out, evildoers! I've arrived to make the party-scene safe for all of navi-kind! I am DimensionMan!" DimensionMan cried out, jumping through the door along with two female figures, dressed similarly. "I'm here looking for a navi named... MeleeMan, I think? Helmeted guy, ugly face, huge muscles..." he mumbled, looking around the room for someone to match the description. "We're supposed to take him down to the station under the suspicion of causing property damage at a major coffe-house, barber shop, tailor, bath store..." he prattled on, reading off of a long list of locations where MeleeMan could have potentially caused a fight to erupt.

"Sir, isn't that him right there?" a girl in dark green armor with a black skin-suit and short purple hair asked. "That one next to the bear and the monkey?"

"Nah, that can't be him. The one we're looking for has legs. That guy's just an upper half, like a Gaia virus or something," DimensionMan responded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Well that's retarded," the second girl, white-haired with blue armor, commented. "The guy's just sunken into the ground. From all those bruises, I'd say he's been in another fight."

"Oh...? So he's just stuck in the ground?" DimensionMan asked. "Well then, I guess we just have to pull him out. Come on girls! Heave... HOOOO~OOOOH!" he cried, accenting the "hoh" heavily as he typically did with his battle cries. He grabbed one arm and the girls each grabbed the other, trying to pull him from the ground. As this proved unsuccessfuly, they decided that DimensionMan himself actually needed the aid of the blue-armored girl more than the green-armored one did. However, despite their efforts, they were unable to pull out the great navi.

"Huh. So, I guess we'll just leave him here, okay? I'm tired of wasting time with him," the one in the blue commented in a lazy way, flipping her hair boredly.

"Sure, I guess so. We'll just pick him up when we leave. In the mean time-" he started, pointing towards the dancefloor, when the one in the green interrupted.

"Excuse me, commander, but shouldn't we use your Copy and Paste too-?" she inquired, looking slightly dumbfounded at her leader's incompetence.

"As I was saying," he coughed, "to the dance floor! Don't be shy just because you can't dance, Alternate DimensionGirl #5!" he laughed, bounding off childishly. The two DimensionGirls both looked at each other and sighed, then took to dancing themselves.

"Hey... Hey! What was that about copy and paste? Isn't somebody going to get me out of here?!" MeleeMan roared, trying to worm free of his spot in the floor. Smoke snaked weakly out of small crevices around him, but he still couldn't manage to pull out his arms.

The creature watched dumbly as Dimensionman and the two girls did their best to extract Meleeman from the club floor, but were entirely unsuccessful in their endeavor. Finally they abandoned the whole thing and marched off toward the dance floor, chattering about copying and pasting something. The monster looked from the group of three to Meleeman, who was squalling about being released from his hole in the floor, obviously thinking.

Meanwhile, Raiden had sidled up to the green-armoured member of Dimensionman's entourage with a suave grin on his face. "Hi," he said, looking around for a drink to offer. Unfortunately, he had left his on the bar when he had gone running from Meleeman's wrath, but she didn't have to know that, did she? "You here with that dork, huh? Must be real boring tailing around a dope like that. Wanna dance?"

Meanwhile, the black-furred monster had locked its claws around Meleeman's upper arms. With almost no visible effort, it lifted him straight out of the hole, making no attempt to be careful about it. The beast lifted Meleeman's toes several inches above the floor and marched him across the club, up to the orange-armoured Navi. The monster released a gutteral roar through the flames that gushed from its mouth to get Dimensionman's attention, and held Meleeman out at arm's length.

"Hrm? Dimensionman?" Savage slowly pondered his presence, and decided he needed to keep a low profile. Savage decided he needed to be careful. Although he had attended a party thrown by the crimefighting navi not too long ago, it had been under the guise of a GMO. DimensionMan was still a member of the NPD, and the Awesome Squad was technically composed of rogue navis... He supposed they technically were navis after all, and the lack of an operator carried a great deal of legal stigma, to say the least. He decided to become an inconspicuous onlooker of the fight between his teammate and the burly navi he had never really gotten to fight. He felt sorry for the guy; after all, no one really had a very high chance of life if they crossed paths with a PMS'd English. As an afterthought, the wings and crown gently faded away. "I wonder where the hell Maarten is off to..." Savage mused, knowing full well the answer. "I hope he doesn't get his philandering ass kicked too hard."

((OH SHIT! PMSOUT! And Lunar, didn't I just replace the Mets with giant Bladias?))

Shuilong quickly removed himself from the bar area and finished the rest of his drink.
Note to self, never piss off a girl before or during her period. You may end up like that guy. Shuilong noted while glancing at the crushed Meleeman.
"Red, come over... here..." Shuilong called his companion, but it was no use as he saw her now dressed in a Rockstar.GMO and dancing while playing out her guitar.
"Great..." Shuilong said sweatdropping as he stood back and watched mass chaos ensue.

"Aaagh! Damn bear! Let go of me!" MeleeMan roared loudly, trying to escape the grasp of the giant beast, until he was held out indifferently in front of DimensionMan. DimensionMan frowned for a moment, scratching his chin.

"Oh wait! So you got the guy out of the floor! Brilliant work... uh... bear," he thanked the beast with a wide grin, attempting to shake its giant bear paw. MeleeMan was thoroughly unamused, still trying to squirm free of the bear's clutch just as he had been in the hole moments earlier.

"Um, sorry, no," the green-armor clad girl coughed, adjusting a pink glass scanner that covered one of her eyes momentarily with an embarrassed expression. "I don't dance, really," she assured him. Indeed, her clunkier armor made it slightly questionable as to whether or not she really could dance...

In the meantime, the girl in the blue was dancing like a proffessional, just as if she'd entirely forgotten the mission to bring MeleeMan down to the headquarters for questioning...

Shortly after Dimensionman's arrival, a stream of golden musical notes converged on one spot, merging to form a navi in green swordmaster robes with the emblem of a saxophone embroidered on them. "Sorry I'm late," Swing said, more to Dimensionman than anyone else. "Was being chased by a black navi wielding twin kamas and..."

Only Mysterioso considered the implications of this. Tassador? No, it must be a lookalike. I deleted all four of those guys.

Meanwhile, for no good reason, RAM decided to "power up" as well. "Log in. Username: CPU Ninja. Password: ***********. Access file: AwesomeMode.OBJ. What? Access denied? How the #$^* can I deny myself access. What the hell do you mean, cannot comply? #$^*ing internet. Oh well, I'll just throw some random internet-related crap at everyone then." RAM's hands began to glow, and an illusion of something that looked suspiciously like a router appeared in his hand. "Meleeman, you're first. Normally, this is English's job, but I feel like doing it. Send sound: bear-grizzly."

The roar of a grizzly bear shook the club, and Spelly the Spelling Bear burst through the door, knocked the PMSouted English aside, and immediately started mauling Meleeman.

"Not again," muttered Pianissimo, taking another sip of his Screwdriver.

(....I dunno.....and this is just getting too odd for my taste -_-)

The monster crashed against the wall yet again, looking even more stunned than before. It shrunk down, the black hair receding into its body, to be replaced by a pair of long shorts and an orange sports jersey. English.EXE was left blinking dazedly on the floor of the club.

"Ow..."

Raiden was at her side in a second, helping her up. She accepted his hand grudgingly and levered himself slowly to her feet. Her first instinct was to go charging after Meleeman, who had caused all of this, but she was placated visibly when she realized that Spelly was already doing a number on him.

"Are you all right, huh, are you? You got hit pretty hard by the bear, yep, yes you did!"

"Shut up, Rai," English growled back, reaching into her mouth and pulling out a long black hair. She looked down at it, made a face, and tossed it aside. "I've already got a headache. Don't make it worse. Now, where's my bat...?"

"By God, I'm not getting mauled by two bears at once today!" MeleeMan shouted, switching the smoke that was billowing from MeleeMan's gauntlets to rapid flame exhaust. "Warrior's Code!" he shouted, opening his eyeshield to reveal his bright yellow eyes, spitting fire out of the very sockets and looking tense with anger. "I'm not letting any giant bear ruin my fun!" he growled, reaching out for the enormous Spelling Bear and grabbing one of it's enormous arms with both hands, twisting it tightly in an attempt to break the bone.

"Woah! Lord, it's a giant bear! Jesus Christ, people, get to the DimensionMo-" DimensionMan cried, pointing at the beast.

"No, fraid not," the blue-armor clad DimensionGirl muttered. "You crashed that thing outside, remember?"

"Crashed it? It's a Windbox!" DimensionMan groaned. "But you're right, I don't think there's any logical way to get everyone out in an orderly fashion. Wait though... I've got an idea!"

In a sudden flash of white and black, DimensionMan's armor adopted an annoying, seizure enducing flicker. Rapidly changing from one color to the other, the armor was perhaps even more alarming than the colors which were already flashing over the club from overhead. "Now, watch this! Hmph!" he grunted, levitating the bear and MeleeMan outside of the entrance to the club. "Ha ha!" he laughed, plugging the spot back up with an active Windbox. "Now, that bear is free to maul that navi as much as he likes, while the people of this fine establishment continue their little party!" he cheered triumphantly, placing his hands on his hips and grinning.

"But what about the people outside, sir? I mean, couldn't their potentially be others directly outside of the-?" the green-armored DimensionGirl started.

"Tut tut! None of that now!" DimensionMan laughed, getting back to dancing and turning off his ridiculous armor. "Come on, join that white-haired fellow in a dance now!"

The DimensionGirl sighed and, still not wishing to dance, walked off to check on the one woman who had been knocked aside.

"Hey, look! It's our good friend, Swing! Up for a night of dancing, I assume, as is your general character?" DimensionMan laughed, not ceasing his dancing as he noticed the approach of the green cloaked navi.

"ARGH!" Capuchin growled as she shook with rage, "I GO IN HERE TO HAVE SOME FUN AND EVERYONE'S RUINING IT!"

"HMPH!" Marmoset huffed, "You all are being mean to eachother!" She then pulls out a silver whistle, "I'm telling on you all!"

"?!" Capuchin turned, "Marmoset....what on earth will that tiny whistle do...."

Nikko places large ammounts of cotton in her ears, she knew that whisle was gonna make everyone fall on the floor, holding their heads.

Suddenly, the whole place exploded, randomly and out came...