Grand Unveiling!

"Pie..." Shuilong gasped at the intention, not only had he eaten the pie, he ate six of them.
"This doesn't bode well." Shuilong muttered, aiming his dragon buster right at the navi who seemed to be causing all the trouble.

Voltman poked his stomach as the voice spoke.
Oh... damn.

"Alright Kobo, I think your ok and stuff, but I don't know about some of the others." "It's ok, we need to care about who's still gonna stand after a few more minutes."

Soulman thought for a moment. He hadn't eaten anything. Now why was that again? Oh yeah, that weird navi from the hot springs interrupted him before he could snag again. Lucky him.

"Ha ha! I didn't eat any! I knew better than to trust free food!" Soulman said triumphently.

"You ass. That's what I tell you, but you never listen." Majin Wes growled,. He then laughed at his navi, "Nya ha ha. I bet you got distracted before you could eat any, you simple, silly little man!"

"D-did not!" he said, not wanting to admit his netop was right. He then remembered something, "Shit!" He dashed back to Ayumi, "Hey, are you alright? You ate some, didn't you? Gah! And you also said you weren't feeling well! Damn, I'm too slow. Well, I'm here and ready to defend."

"Excellent... Looks like we'll be having some fun." The entire pile of Mr. Progs now entirely smothered in a thick smog, the voice only seems even more smug... "You ready?" It whispers, at a slightly smaller volume. "Let's go." A series of voices whisper back.

Then... it all goes to hell. The sound of multiple weapons being discharged, each with a loud "WHOOSH" as they did, meets the ears of the Navis--but not before they see the pile of Mr. Progs literally explode, spreading a massive cloud of smoke across the area. Through the black haze, they can make out individual shapes, dozens of them, arcing first towards the ceiling, then dropping through the smoke--

"I'M NOT PROGRAMMED FOR FLIGHT!" Shrieks one of the clumps--

"ERROR! ERROR!" "HELP! MALFUNCTION!" "ASSISTANCE REQUESTED!!"

The Mr. Progs begin raining down on the crowd, hard green metalic surfaces smashing into whoever's unfortunate enough to be in their way...

Kenji looked up into the sky just in time to step to the side and dodge a falling ai. He looked around and saw dozens of people flying through the sky. A large grin appeared on his face as he summoned four hitodama.

For one thing, A kobo does not care whether a falling mr.prog survived or not. One came hurtling twords him, and he sidestepped as he kept his eyes on the shapes.

Capuchin whatched from her perch as all teh progs fell to the ground. She was able to sway her pole a bit to the side and push the progs with her right hand.

"HEY!" She called out, "You guys alright down there? Do you see the culprit?"

"P-p-p-p-poisoned?!" gasped Rass, standing up with a start, "The pies were p-p-poisoned?!" Panic began to overtake his body as he went rigid and looked frantically from side to side. "W-what am I supposed to do?" he asked, to nobody in particular.

Almost on cue, a burst of blue crossed Rass's body, forming into an azure patch on his chest. Geez, sighed Tem, her eyes appearing on his chest and looking upward, at Rass's head, You're hopeless, you know that? If I were the core system, there's no way we'd be in this mess. Not checking the food before you swallowed... what sort of tactician are you?

Tem! thought Rass, relieved, I... what do I do?

The eyes on Rass' chest rolled upward in exasperation. We've been over this before, haven't we? Cooed Tem, You're the system administrator, and what does that mean?

It means... that you guys listen to me? thought Rass hopefully.

You? Control us? Don't be ridiculous. It simply means that you're in charge of the self-repair programs that keep us from tearing this body apart, said Tem, a certain coldness in her voice, What do you think you were just doing to those navis on the ground? Removing impurities and irregularities in their system by using your core-restoration abilities, that's what! You know what to do *now*, right?

Uhhh... thought Rass, Can you say that one more time?

It means you can heal yourself, you idiot! yelled Tem, tempestuously retracting back into her gemstone, Son of a motherboard, I wish I were the core unit.

Rass blinked twice, looked down at his belly and concentrated, pink light erupting from his palms as miniscule golden particles slowly began to seep out from his dark skin. Oblivious to the chaos that was erupting around him, he attempted to concentrate, focus, and remove the toxins from his body. Realizing that MeleeMan had probably consumed some of the cream pies whose manliness he had previously praised, he placed his hand on the brawler's arm, enveloping the both of them in a soft glow...

"Removing Pie data." Shin announced, attatching a Keyboard and some various other equipment to his PET and executing the process.
"Wait, you can do that?" Shuilong commented, surprised.
"Oh, yeah, but it's not going to feel pleasant, Data Remove!" Shin cried out and executed the removal with a couple more keystrokes.
A massive rumbling from the navi's bowels forced him to up-chuck his previously devoured contents onto the floor, he then looked up.
"Oh for the love of..." Shuilong cried out as he quickly sidestepped and barrel-rolled out of the way of the raining Progs.

Turn Summary: ((BECAUSE I CAN! XD))
1. Puke my guts out.
2. Dodge
3. Dodge

"What the hell?" Majin Wes exclaimed.

"Crap. Time for a double defense." Soulman reached forward, grabbing a nearby table. He pulled it over to him, and threw Ayumi to the ground, under the table. He then went under as well, covering her body with his. Realizing that this might seem a bit wrong, his face turned red. Trying to explain, he said, "Um... sorry. I'm using the table to cover us. If it doesn't hold, I'm ready to take the hits for you, since I'm not sure you're in the position to do so yourself."

"Probably should have explained that beforehand..." Wes sighed, "Anyways, just trust on this."

((1.) Drag table
2.) Hide Ayumi underneath
3.) Crawl under as well
4.) Shield Ayumi with body))

"You've got to be kidding me! Ah well, here it goes," sighed Stringer, flicking out threads from all ten fingers. He threw his hands up in the air, and the strings flew up into the Mr. Progs. One by one, the strings would wrap around the Mr. Prog, and with a flick of the finger, Stringer lowered it safely to the ground. With ten strings flying through the air all at once, needless to say, it was hard to keep track with the naked eye.

"SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shouts out Ozho after seeing the pile expolde then followed by raining progs. He begans to try his best to dodge them. Ozho thinks to himself "Lord, this is not going good, all he most likely is a diverion while the theif escapes.... or is a theif with a stupid ego..."

Bard watch intently, not wanting to miss a beat going on. She focused her eyes on teh group of Mr. Programs. A slight hum escapsed from her lips as she stared and took in data. "The smog. I can barely see anyt--" Her sentance went unfished as the voice muttered to her again. "I am ready!" She shouted as the voice spoke. A eyrie pause held over the field before the explosion of weapons being discharged was sounded. Bard quickly covered her eyes and said, "Leo! Got anything from the recording?" Leo shook his head. "None. We are on our own." He was stareing into the screen with wide eyes.

As the rain of Mr. Programs began Bard muttered, "Now it beings. I feel like I am playing dodgeball." One Mr. Program flew towards her, falling apon her like artiallry. She smirked as her movement spell kicked in, moving her to the left, and unto the ground, to avoid the Mr. Program. The remains of the Mr. Program were left shattered on the table. She looked at it in solace and said nothing. "Bard! Save the next one that somes near you!" Leo instruced. "Why?" She questioned. "Why not?" Bard let out a sigh as she watched for anymore incomming Programs.

Bard eyed the sky as another feel towards her. She began to sing a soft song along with a fast paced beat. As the Program fell towards her the movement spell was changed into a soft barrier, which the program landed on, bouncing away mostly unharmed. Bard didn't bother to look at it, simply watching the sky for any more rain. "Set up the other two movement spells," Leo said, watching the fall out of the programs still. The rain was nearly over, and the shouts of the programs still rnag clearly in his head. Bard was in joy as the sounds of the screams filled her ears. She let out a soft sigh and said, "Lets get this started."

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1-3 Movement Spell
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Voltman, even in his childish state, kept calm. He made a barricade of several tables, and THEN hid and started crying.

Turn Summary:
1. Build defense
2,3,4. Cry/Dodge

Titania's forehead jewel darkened as she remembered discarding a half-empty cup of punch just before jumping up on the table, but the thought was quickly pushed out of her head by the implacable voice booming through the area yet again. The police were locking the place down, civilians and all. Heads would roll for this one, she thought,

Get down!

Sarah's voice came just in time. Titania looked up, then gasped and disappeared as a new Navi, armed with twin punching blades, took her place and used his weapons to swat the falling program away. One last remaining wisp of smoke embedded itself in his arm, and then Oberon was standing where Titania was a moment before. Like her, his eyes were blank white insets in his ivory-smooth face, and a sapphire jewel like Titania's appeared to be embedded in his chest, when in fact it was hanging by an almost invisible thin chain, invisible because it, like the rest of his body and clothing, was the blankest shade of white.

Not pausing to take stock of the situation-- after all, he had been watching for the whole time, and wasn't about to let Titania be hurt-- he dropped off the table and started to weave and twirl as if in an elaborate dance, sparks flying wherever he was too slow to dodge a falling program and instead had to deflect it with his blades. He slid, spun, whirled, and flourished, a whirlwind of white on white.

Oberon found that he was enjoying himself. It was like rediscovering his true purpose.

Dodge
Dodge
Dodge

"You have got..." "...to be kidding me!" Operator and Navi spoke at the same time as they saw the pile of Progs erupt, fly to the cieling, and rain down upon the crowd... Jared spoke once more, with a determined air "I've plotted the vectors the Progs flew along when they were initially launched. Here's an overlay..." The image overlayed Winter's vision for a split second, giving her a point of of origin for the... attackers?! There's more than one attacker. This was well planned. With this thought, Winter stood, and began to run away from the group, and around the booths. She'd moved not a moment too soon, as a Prog crashed into the booth she'd occupied mere seconds ago. Point of origin... Winter raised one hand, chanting as she did... a blue glow formed, then resolved into tiny, razor sharp fragments of frozen air and let fly with a fanned-out burst of Frost Shards into the area where the enemy should have been. She followed it up with a second burst for better coverage, hoping for at least one tell-tale hit. She knew she was in no danger of hitting the other innocent Navis... a small comfort in a very bad situation...

Summary:
1- Evasion.
2&3- Fanned out bursts of Frost Shards @ the area of origin for this attack. (1 Null Dmg, 8 possible targets)

"What the?" Druidman's keen senses kicked in, alerting him that something is wrong. Leaping up, Druidman let out a roar. "Party time, dude!" Then, he started a strange chant...

Then he heard what the strange Navi had said about the pie.

Still mumbing, but visiably swaying, Druidman let out a yell, "SPEWING VOMIT FORCE!" he urps out, as the enitre contents of his stomach lurch outwards in front of him.

"Ugh, these guys play dirty! Druidman! Find some cover, then we'll waste them!" Steve cried out.

Spying a makeshift barracade of table, Druidman leapt behind it, to find the small child that had almost knowed him down earlier. "Hey, lil' dude, room for one more?" he asked, trying to steady himself, and prepare for his coming offensive.

Chaos' laugh turned to an intense bellow of rage as the explosion of Progs rained down from the sky. He was irritated, not being able to have any fun and finding no one willing to really fight him. He searched through the smoke, trying to find the owner of the mocking voice, the gunslinger Navi, anyone that he could rip to shreds.

"Not worth your time, am I?" Chaos screamed as he leaped from the table. He smashed the various prizes on the table before him, sweeping them to floor with a backhand smash.

Chaos' screams and bellows turned once more to hideous laughter. He could hear Rayth shouting in the background, but he paid his NetOp no heed. The smoke billowed around him, cried of pain erupting from anywhere and everywhere. It was beautiful. A wounded Mr. Prog emerged from a thick mess of smoke, coughing and choking at the same time. A crackle of crimson energy swirled around Chaos' clawed hand. The Navi's crazed laugh reached a crescendo as he slashed his hand downward, ripping into the Prog's face. The little program fell to the floor, no longer moving.

"Ehah...Hahahaha....Ehehehahahahaha!!!" Chaos shook his head to clear the madness long enough to shout at the ceiling. "Where are you? Show yourselves so that I may quench my thirst with your blood!"

Meanwhile, Rayth merely shook his head as he watched all of the carnage. Perhaps he would finally be rid of Chaos once and for all...

Summary:
1. Finish off a wounded Mr. Prog.

Walden had begun to realize something was up when the prize was not announced, but his Navi was too shocked to tell him exactly what was happening. Walden tried to assess the situation as best he could from what he could see from the Navi's point of view, but the situation didn't look good.

"ShellMan, I think he mentioned the refreshments... Now that I think about it, don't a lot of Navis seem to be freaking out? Maybe you should try and get rid of it." Walden advised his Navi with notable anxiety.

"What... like, stick my finger down my throat?"

"Yeah, exactly!"

ShellMan indicated his obvious lack of fingers, or anything he could fit in his tiny mouth for that matter.

"Wait, now that I think about it... you can purge your system fine enough by chucking your old frame, right? That could allow you to clean out your old processes! Try it ShellMan, we've gotta find a way out of this," Walden rushed his Navi.

ShellMan quickly drew up from his large snail shell, then reared his long, thinned out-body back. Snapping forward, he sent his head wailing forward, disappearing into a puff of bubbles that quickly disappeared in the confusion.

Slowly, a new pearl formed inside his head clam, on his now inactive body. Blackening and recieving his familiar face, the pearl became a new ShellMan. "All right, that's over with. What do I-" ShellMan began, before letting out a barely audible moan as he gazed into the sky.

"Well, first you should try to assess the situation. Try to-" Walden began, trying to reassure his Navi, knowing that he'd be scared. He was abruptly interrupted, though, as ShellMan closed his lid, trying to deflect incoming programs that had begun to rain from the sky! "Well then..." Walden commented, taken aback, "You seem to have the problem under control.

Summary:
Shield
Shield
Shield