Club Navi

((Well see the thing is is that Zexis is a dark wolf-like navi i haven't gotten farther than that in my imagination so it is hard for me to make him not like gregars also gragar beastout is what i based him off in the first place))

It occured to Zexis that the knight navi wanted him to bow down. Zexis would have non of that. In his instintive primal rage he bent down appering submisive then jamed his headspikes into the Runeknight

Runeknight spun on one foot, twisting around the beastial Navi as it charged toward him. He brought his spear around with him, thrusting the butt end into the attackers back in an attempt to unbalance him and cause him to tumble to the floor.

"Impudent whelp." Runeknight cursed. "You have committed a crime in the presence of an officer of the law. Do you not understand? Stay down or I shall be forced to put you down for good."

(( Damn you guys can make topics fast. ))

Cyclone smiled when Capuchin reassured him, and thought about what he said. Leaving his drink on the counter, he flew up by the ceiling, and began to dance, spinning and dancing all his own. He was PARTAY-ing like evryone should be.

Shuilong sighed as he watched the fight commence. He then went towards the bouncers, who, for some reason, were Bladias instead of Mets now.
"Shift change?" Shuilong asked dryly as the Bladia's nodded. "Well, we do have some tough customers over there? Mind doing your job?" The Bladias nodded and rushed at once to the scene, they first subdued the energy-wielding maniac ((Specterumman)) with two solid whacks on the head. They then issued a warning to Runeknight and Pianissimo (sp?). They then attended to the door.

Red was simply dancing along with Capuchin, not really caring about the action at the bar.

Shuilong went to said bar and ordered some alcohol-lemonade mix to cool his head.

((OWNED))

The tall, Army camoed navi, after seeing the chaos unfold, rushes at the beastial Navi. Even tough Runeknight retaliation would have stoped the attack, the navi still charge. He grabs the navi's head, and slams it into the ground. This navi then shouts "You are now under arrest by the Sharo Army, any futher resitence will end with your death." The navi puts his face right into Zexis', then shouts "DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR S***HEAD!" The female navi sighs, and walks over to where Edgar is.

Zexis growled as he stared at the pointything in the hand of the kinght. It reminded him horrably of a big claw. He twiched for a few moments as he tried to regain the ability to speak. His instincts told him delete the knight and back get back to feeding but deep inside he knew he had to atleast try to solve the problem with words.
"I ...JUstttttt..wantttted..tooooto-to-to.. feeeeeeeeeed" he said shakily

"CEASE AND DESIST!" Runeknight shouted. He nodded toward the Bladia, accepting their warning despite the fact that he was attempting to arrest a murderer. "Look, you..." He was interrupted as a large Navi slammed the beast Navi's head into the floor and claimed to be of the Sharo army. "Fine, if you would like to deal with his crime, have at it."

"Aah, much better," said the newest arrival after Spectruman was taken away. "I came here to relax and get away from that damn hell net, not fight psychotic navis."

Pianissimo accepted his warning without question. It wasn't his job to play bouncer anyway. Instead, he decides to the bar. "I'll take a Screwdriver, please," he said to the bartender.

Finally...RAM sighed as he observed the events in the club. This was NOT his day today. He couldn't even pick fights himself now that the bouncers had proven themselves actually competent.

Viktor nodded, then mixed up Shuilong's desired drink. After some thought, he smiled, plunked an ice cube and a little paper umbrella into it, then served it to the dragon Navi.

Turning to the pinned beast Navi that had crushed the former barkeeper's head, he shrugged, then got to cleaning a few mugs. Though, he dug up a dusty bottle of bugfrag beer, held it out, and asked the knight Navi, "He diid oorder thees. Theenk he shoould geet iit?" Really, he hoped he'd allow it. All the Frag beers were doing were just making people sick and collecting dust in his cabinets.

Then he heard a call for a screwdriver, dropped the alcohol on the counter, and got to mixing the drink. Finishing, he plunked it in front of the new arrival, nodding in approval. "Seems liike soomevun heere knoows hees dreenks vell. Goood choice," he said.

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((Well see the thing is is that Zexis is a dark wolf-like navi i haven't gotten farther than that in  my imagination so it is hard for me to make him not like gregars  also gragar beastout is what i based him off in the first place))

((That's no excuse. A ripoff is a ripoff, no matter how you dress it up. If you hadn't gotten him complete in your imagination, you should have thought him out a little more fully before registering him. As it stands, everything about the appearance could very well be used to describe Megaman in the BeastOUT except color and the arm glitch.

If he's supposed to be a dark wolf-like navi, would it really be that hard to make something not so obviously a repainted Greiga BeastOUT? An actual wolf, for instance, maybe an anthro one if you still want that navi flavor.

But don't plead your case to me; I have no authority on the matter.))

Savage lay slumped against a barstool, dozing peacefully while he waited for the irate woman standing over him to release his ear.

((guys i gotta get off(parents...shesh) oh and savage I vow to make my char zexis more than a gregar beastout it will be my own navi it just needs more work))

((That's good to hear. So long as you put a tangible effort into it, I'm sure it'll be a huge improvement.))

Turning quickly away from the navi who's weaponry he had just attempted to smash, MeleeMan focused his unaccountable fury towards the navi who had just taken to sleeping. A frown spread across his face quickly, and underneath his eyeshield, his eyebrows furrowed. "Who do you think you are, punk, sleeping during a brawl like this? You're a man, aren't you? Get up and fight! I, personally, regret nothing more than the battle left unfought!" MeleeMan taunted the dozing navi, bending over and staring down at him intimidatingly. His logic was really the exact opposite of anything any sensible man would condone, but to him, it seemed to be perfectly stated, and he smiled smugly while he waited for a response.

On the other hand, he'd entirely turned his back to the other navi who's weapon he'd just tried to destroy...

Mysterioso sighed. This Meleeman navi wanted nothing more than a bar fight, didn't he? "You want to stop being belligerent," he said to Meleeman, pointing his lance at him. "Most of us, myself included, came here to enjoy ourselves, not get caught up in a huge fight."

Pianissimo merely sighed, taking his drink. Other than helping RAM find Savage, he tried to remember why he had come HERE of all places.

Savage stretched his arms and let out a mighty yawn with a show of teeth remniscient of a cat's yawn. "I'd love to fight, man, but she's got me in an earlock. Rest assured, though, that... Oh, what the hell." The young man pressed the tips of his index and middle fingers to his temples, his brow furrowed with concentration. "PSI Bearshield Omega!" The air arround him rippled for a moment and the woman holding his ear in her deathgrip was repulsed by a sudden dome-shaped flash of light. "Alright, man. You want to see some fighting? Let's start it off light." Reaching into the folds of his long coat, Savage withdrew an amazingly long angular knife. Three or four feet of iron stretched in a long right triangle from the handle, with a serrated portion near the base of the blade which had teeth like a shark's. It could only be called a knife ecause of the way the handle was arranged; to one side of the blade's weight, with individual finger-sized notches for comfotable use. The knife couldn't have possibly been stored within the man's coat, or anywhere else on his person for that matter...

Shuilong sipped the drink, then aimed his right dragonhead at Meleeman's head, and sprayed it with a concentrated stream of water.
"Cool down," he said. "No pun intended." the dragon navi quickly added while sipping his drink.

Red was still dancing...

"You say those two activities like they're seperate passtimes! Fighting is my lifeblood! There is nothing more entertaining to me!" MeleeMan laughed, pumping more smoke out of his hefty gauntlets. "Hey, if you don't want to fight, I won't force you to, but let's at least give him a chance to defend his pride as a man, huh?" MeleeMan taunted, delibirately insulting the newcomer to try to stir up angst. "It's not too late though, if you want, buddy. Come on, give me a hit. Right here in the jaw. Nobody's going to stop you, besides maybe that stiff guy in the cape over there," he urged the navi with a slight tilt of his head to indicate the knight-like navi he had mentioned.

"Oh, so you've decided to go at it, eh? Ha! Watch him bring out the knife straight off!" MeleeMan jeered, readying his fists. "This is going to take two hits; mark those words, just two!" he remarked overconfidently. Gritting his teeth tightly, MeleeMan ran headlong towards Savage, bringing across both fists to make large, clubbing swipes for his head. "Ha ha ha! This is the most pumped I've been in a while! Give me your best shot!"

The water sprayed MeleeMan's helmet, causing him to deepen his frown and grit his teeth harder as it evaporated with a hiss. "Once this guy's done... you're meat, pal," he grumbled to the unseen offender.

"Oh, I thought we were going for the maniac with the severe need to feel dark and mysterious. This is fine too, I guess. Not fair for me to use the Knifeshield this soon, though, I agree. Of course, if I really wanted to defend my pride as a man, I could have you knocked out right now, with a guitar-shaped welt on your side." He brought the improbable blade up in a parry faster than was likely for a weapon of its size and balance. Only the flat of the blade was used, though, as Savage depended himself from one fist and ducked away from another. "Just give me a sec to put this away, alright?" Savage tucked the weapon back into its impossible space within his coat and rose into the air, his arms at his sides but a strange hint of readiness in his eyes. "If you're up for a friendly clash, I'm more than willing to oblige. I'm warning you, though, you're facing none other than Mi -- Uh, Savage. Savage of the Awesome Squad, a travelling troupe of independent navis."

"Oh you did NOT just do that," RAM said standing up as Meleeman assaulted his teammate. He pulled out what appeared to be a DVD and threw it, intentionally missing, so that anyone watching could see it go clean through the wall behind them and realize he wasn't screwing around. Next he pulled out two RAM chips, holding them so they could be used as blades. "Come on!"