Grand Unveiling!

Voltman nodded in approval as a navi attempted to blanket the hidden opponent in snow, while the other suggested a good use for the recovery navis. He repeated the command, careful to note that it was the other navi's idea (he didn't want the credit). As he looked around, more and more navis dropped to the ground in pain. There were too many. This freak had to be stopped. He took a count of the present navis standing there...
The flying navi, the now unhooded navi, the snow navi, the monkey navi, Soulman and his girlfriend, the navi who could also paralyze the foe, Moonlight, the singer navi, the navi who was causing trouble earlier, the big navi talking to the navi who wouldn't eat pie, the freak asking about NPC's, and countless confused NetPolice navis.
Hoo, boy.

(I'm not counting everyone. Just everyone Voltman met. And I put Moonlight's name because Volt knows it. This IS from his point of view.
Also, PWFM has a point. Recov navis, attempt to heal the navis in pain. Voltman, if you want to.)

"Snow! Ice! I despise these things!" MeleeMan growled, keeping his arms crossed as a spread of the stuff buffetted him. "Who's doing that? Cut it out if you want to keep the functionality of both of your arms!"

"I think... somebody's using it as part of a tactic. They're trying to lure out the perpetrator," Rania theorized.

"I don't care what they're doing. Nobody is going to extinguish the flames of my warrior's spirit just to catch some thief, damn it!" the navi roared in response, looking hatefully in Winter's direction. He seemed to be losing his senses, Rania thought.

"M-MeleeMan. We can't start any extra fights, alright?" Rania pleaded. "We've got enough trouble as it is!"

"Life is one big fight, Rania. I'm not starting anything, the way I see it!" he murmered, keeping his teeth clenched tightly as his eyes scanned the crowd behind their thick steel plate. He suddenly looked down to Rass, his mouth frozen in a menacing snarl. "Did you see who launched that attack?"

Rass whimpered, glancing nervously from the fierce melee that threatened to ensue to Meleeman, who looked like he was going to pound anything and everything in sight. The intimidating navi's words continued to haunt him. In a street fight, it doesn't matter who your opponent is... and you can never tell who you're pounding once you've entered the fray.

"Rass? Rass?! What's going on in there?!"

Suien! thought Rass happily, restoring communications with his netOp, "I d-don't know what's going on! All of a s-sudden, some of th-the officials started d-dropping and n-now people are s-shooting and... and..." The pink-and-black navi seemed on the verge of absolute terror as he stuttered his way through a description.

"All right, calm down, Rass," replied Suien, removing the three battlechips he possessed from their protective case and placing them on the teacher's desk, "Do you have visual confirmation of the culprit?"

Rass nervously glanced around, his orange scarf fluttering with his panicked motions, "I... I can't tell!" he whimpered as a spire of ice exploded upward near his location, "I...I just know th-that it's r-really confusing here and I don't think..."

"Rass, just calm down!" shouted Suien, loudly enough to startle the pink navi out of his panic, "Don't do anything stupid that'll add to the confusion. There are a lot of navis here, and the last thing we need is more idiots firing off their busters like maniacs. Just keep your eyes open and stay on your toes. Call up Tem and Argo for support if..."

"No!" yelled Rass, "Not Argo! Argo'll just..."

"Fine, fine," replied Suien, brushing his thick hair to the side as he grasped the cannon chip and prepared to slot it in, "Call Tem for support if you find yourself in a bad situation. Just relax, and stick next to people you can trust!"

Rass sighed and nervously glanced around, warily looking at Meleeman through the corner of his eye. People I can trust? he thought, Oh son of a motherboard, I'm screwed...

"Also, any recovering types, get off your butts and start healing the wounded!"

"Wait wha?" began Rass, who proceded to look down at his hands, "Oh... I guess that means me, huh?" Dashing over to one of the writhing navis on the ground he held his hands out in preparation to channel the restoration energies stored within his command matrix. One of the perks of being a fusion navi was the ability to restore one's own data as the different systems whirled around inside of it. While he had never tried this on another navi, however, Rass knew the principle was similar. A soft pink glow radiated from his hands as it washed over the fallen navi, reconstructing the damaged data as it went...

Voltman turned to Meleeman.
You! No fighting yet! You'll have someone to beat the crap out of when we catch this theif!

Bard stared blankly as the fist of the Navi's dropped. Bard quickly pulled up her piccolo, and played the first very notes of her dodging spell. She moved her drum up by her feet and started to glance around. "Ok Leo. Got anything?" "Nope. Just that the Navi police are after the wrong one." Bard nodded and said, "I alerady knew about that. Ok. I am going to scan for the real one." His eyes scanned the crowd, watching as more fell to the ground. "They must be really sad and weak to be falling that quickly," She commented smirking. She kept searching, trying to figure out where she stood in all of this.

I missed a lot of posting time...I didn't feel like going back to get it right. I should be on track for at least a little bit.

Meleeman looked like he was about to tear off Rass's head and use it as a blunt weapon to throttle everything in sight, and the pink-and-black navi was none too eager to find out just how resolute he was. Rass rushed over to the childlike yellow navi that had issued the command, and began to heal him, pink light pouring over the wounds he had recieved from the stray cannon blast. As he did so, he tried to explain the situation to MeleeMan with the same calmness that his operator had exhibited. "I-I think th-the best th-thing to do is to wait and c-confirm who the opponent is!"

MeleeMan didn't look convinced, so Rass tried again, "Isn't it m-more manly to throttle an opponent th-that fights b-back? I d-doubt any of these n-navis have any r-real strength compared to m-manly men like us. W-we should be more s-selective of our opponents!"

"How stupid. They're using up their weapons before the enemy's even revealed himself." Majin Wes muttered, "Soulman, what's your take on this?"

"Well, the general consensus seems to be he's invisible. If that's the case, the effect should wear off in a little bit." Soulman surmised, "He'll probably try to take out as many as he can while he's still cloaked. Of course, whether he's really invisible has yet to be determined. He could just have high speed or be good at concealing his movements. On the other hand, it could be soemthing else all together. Could be an attack that affects a large group of people or maybe it strikes from underneath a person, in the ground."

"I see..." Wes thought to himself, "Hey, where'd your ally go?"

"What?" Soulman shouted. He looked behind him, seeing that Ayumi had backed up quite a bit, "So much for watching my back." He sighed, "Well, I guess I'm on my own."

"Ha ha, I like your style kid. Fine, we'll be selective today," MeleeMan responded, calming down a bit. "But there's not going to be any mercy once I find the lunkhead who thought to use that ice attack."

"MeleeMan! What if it's a woman or a child!" Rania yelled.

"So? I'm not picky all the time," MeleeMan replied, spitting off to one side, accidentally hitting one of the fallen navis across the face with the loogie. "If they want to fight, I'll bring it!"

"That's just it. I don't think anyone here really wants to fight, they're all just confused!" Rania explained.

"My fists can only stay on hold for so long, chick," he responded. Smoke had begun to rise from his gauntlets once again. It stopped suddenly, as he brought his arms back up to cross at his chest. "But... I'll try to stay level-headed for now."

Ozho made it to all of the fallen navis, He then looks around to see that SOME of them are trying to help. He then turns to one of the fallen, walks up, and starts to look for any signs as to what caused them to be taken out.

The jewel on Titania's forehead gave a sudden, sharp gilmmer, and its star-shaped reflection pulsed steadily as she whirled around and slung her bow from her back into her waiting arms. With no way at all to take stock of the situation, Titania quickly charged through the throngs of Navis, breaking away from the crowd.

Titania gave a little jump, and glanced around with a frightened look in her blank eyes.

Status! Kazu's voice was sharp and forceful. Titania, what's going on?

"It's nothing," said Titania quietly, and then Kazu saw why she hadn't wanted to raise her voice. "We're fine. Weapons primed and sensors on full alert..." Her face and her tone were as flat as the hue of her skin as she reported to her Operator. Too flat, almost as if it was mixed with a voice not her own.

Her features flickered.

"Give me strength, Oberon," she whispered, and the jewel on her forehead gave of an odd kind of flicker as her eyes scanned the room again, and again, and again. Who was an ally? Who would burst from the crowd to attack her? An arrow appeared in her draw hand, behind her back, and she nocked it firmly.

From beneath the shadows of his hat's brim, Triggerman's eyes snapped open. Left and right, corpses were being made. Death hung in the air like liquor, coagulating the very atmosphere.

His intuition had been right. Lady Luck was twanging on their fates like a maddened cellist, but she couldn't play a melody worth a damn.

He could smell the stench of poor fortune encroaching.

He didn't dare let his hand stray from the .45 again; trigger finger stayed ready. The reason he was here had reared it's fangs, but it hadn't showed it's face.

Lead was the only answer.

Six.

With the need to better investigate, he moved to better assimilate into the crowd, approaching a buff navi that seemed to be better suited to punching then talking.

"Hmph. What do you want?" MeleeMan asked the oncomer, uncrossing his arms and looking serious for a moment. After he'd gotten a good look at the navi, he recrossed his arms and let out another loogie on the face of the unfortunate fallen navi. "Is there something in my eye?" he asked sarcastically.

"Uh, you know, he can't even see your eyes," Rania pointed out. "And don't pick fights! Please, MeleeMan!"

"Alright... besides, this guy looks like he'd fit in better at the rodeo than he would in the ring," MeleeMan laughed. Rania gave a worried frown; this didn't look like the right type of navi to try to intimidate.

"GYEH!" Capuchin eeped as she tried to help the navis in pain. "What happened to them? Why are they all like this?!" She then immediatley grasped her pole from her tail and began to scan the room. Her yellow eye seemed to glow a bit as she did this.

American began to wave his arms up and down in the air. His arms were flapping harder and harder with every single flap he made. He kept doing this for a while until he gave up on getting someones attention. So he began to jump up and down waving his arms, he couldn't jump high due to his boots, and pouch weighing him down. But he still should have gotten someone's attention.

"Someone get over here, I need another navi to help with my plan."

The sapphire on Titania's forehead flashed as she heard the small Navi's shout of alarm, and her head snapped to the side to lock Capuchin in her eyeless stare. "Stop!" She barked, sending the command flying like an arrow at the small one who had run out to help. "Don't make yourself vunlerable!"

She glanced around. All was confusion, exactly as the unseen assailant wanted. After a moment, she jumped onto the table of refreshments, kicking over a tray and intentionally banging it with the end of her bow, turning it into something between a snare drum and a gong.

"Everyone quiet!" She shouted in the wake of the noise, her voice echoing off the walls, a sharp burst of syllables meant to attract attention. "Calm down and hold your ground! Confusion only serves as cover for this person!"

Her eyes narrowed and she scanned the room once more, trying to take in everything.

There was an awful lot going on, and Raiden was having a hard time keeping up with it all. There was snow and wind going everywhere, and all manner of chips were being prepared...and there was that kid again, running around and shouting orders at everyone else. He paused to listen for a moment, and then nodded.

"I'll do what I can," he muttered to himself, and then looked back at Shuilong. "Are you helping? I think we're all going to have to work together to stop whoever is causing this."

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the winged Navi that he had believed to be the perpetrator, and made a mental note to make a full apology later. However, he pushed that out of his mind, and held both of his hands out to one side. The panels within a fifteen-foot radius greyed even more, and a suggestion of a long something made of electricity began to outline itself in the air just inches from his palms. He scanned the Netsquare, looking for the anomaly that the child and a few of the others had told him to check for. When he had found the bad guy, Raiden would give this joker everything he had.

[1. Preparing Thunder God SigAtk, but not using it yet. Will hold onto it until the perpetrator is located.]

Capuchin gave a nod in agreement as she slowly scanned the room. Here yellow eye somewhat gave a golden glint to it as she looked around.

WHOEVER DID THIS WILL PAY! She thought in her head. ...Perhaps I should climb up the pole to get a better look....

The navi had bravado, but he didn't have the demeanor to make it threatening.

"...Stay quiet and you'll be fine," he commanded in a steel voice, accenting his words to convey his message beyond misinterpretation. "....I'd prep myself... unless those fists are for show."

Passing by the buff navi without a look back, Triggerman lowered his hat as he heard a single clamour begin to erupt behind him.

Turning to identify the origin of the cacophony, Triggerman produced a gruff growl as he witnessed the semblance of an androgynous form. With some contempt, he listened to the navi's logic, which held merit but conflicted against his preference.

The opportunity for a clean operation had passed, but it hadn't been entirely compromised.

Raiden's attention transferred itself over to the small monkey Navi, who was still in possession of the pole that he had seen her balancing things on top of earlier. She seemed to be glancing at the length of digital wood, as if considering using it to get a better perspective on things.

Transferring the electrical charge over to just one hand, he reached out with the other. "Do you want to get to the top of that? Here, I'll hold it for you."

He eased the pole of out of her grasp and couched it against his shoulder, doing his best to hold straight upwards. Once he was sure that he could keep it steady, he nodded at the monkey Navi.

"Okay, go ahead and see what you can find."

Pianissimo had no trouble following the strange navi's advice. Not saying a word, he turned on the scanner built into his helmet once again, looking for navis with no data. These would probably be the most likely suspects.

Titania/Oberon...Capuchin...Raiden...Meleeman...huh? He paused when he reached Rass. He had thought it odd when one navi consisted of two entities, but this guy...Not our concern right now. Wait...there was one completely concealed in a black cloak when the pie got here...I only saw him for a second...but...

The red light in his eyepieces dimmed. Pianissimo switched off the scanner. To find someone who probably has no data on him and is probably trying to hide from the NetPolice...he would have to look around with his own eyes. They'd be expecting something like my scanning equipment.

Pianissimo walked up next to the table where the navi his scanner had identified as Titania AND Oberon was standing. "At least wait for whoever's doing this to show themselves before acting on impulse," he said in a soft voice that carried just as well as when the other one said "we'll be taking that", "for now just stay calm and try not to get caught from behind."

It was easy advice for him to follow...but what about the others? He gripped his katana tightly in one hand, waiting...