Well, I tried what I could I guess. Man do a heck of a lot of ideas just suddenly start popping up when you're working on something like this. Anyhoo looking forward to ya'll guys' moves.
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Though he wasn't too worried about Fro handling himself fighting himself, Lego felt a slight sense of trepidation at leaving the bro behind. But he'd put two and two together and any opportunity to slog a Nega-Coryn (Narrator says his name is Nyroc, dude) - Right Nyroc in the face - was something he just couldn't pass up. Besides, he felt awful jealous about the black lab coat. Why hadn't he thought of that?
He was ready to ambush the mad scientist when someone grabbed his wrist and tossed him back down to the earth.
"?!"
Lego smashed through two buildings before he recovered his footing, so strong the wind pressure was. When he stood up he saw a man much like himself in a green janitors outfit that had the top rolled up around his waist. He had short hair and too many rings on his fingers, and stroked a beard.
He seemed to be observing Lego for a moment before he finally spoke, "You're not supposed to be here."
"Nega-me, I presume?"
"Ogel Ortseam. Though friends of mine just call me Oh-Gee."
Lego stood up and swiped his sword to the side. Dust floated in the air at the rising killing intent he channeled.
"I'm not sure what it says about myself but I sure as hell would like to cut you down, you know?"
"Huh. Funny thing is, I'd normally feel the same. I'm not here to fight you, though."
"Too bad for you-" Lego flash-stepped forward and swung his blade, "I'm not going to give you a choice!"
There was a roar like fire and a white-gold blade sprung in the hands of the non-descript janitor. He met Lego's force with ease.
With three strikes that bifurcated a fire hydrant, lopped off the top of a nearby library and cut a marble statue of some important military figure, Lego knew immediately he was dealing with someone of equal battle prowess to him.
OG tsk-tsked at the collateral damage and jumped into the air, golden rings forming at the soles of his feet.
"Can't afford the bill for this sort of thing."
"As far as I'm concerned everyone is the enemy here!" Lego roared, jumping up into the sky and charging his femtokatana with lightning, the femtomachines already analyzing the properties of his enemies' abilities.
Lego's eyes widened, "Magic?"
OG teleported behind Lego and taped five imaginary points in space that proceeded to make a golden pentagram.
Golden rain fell upside-down- Colours washed out in the face of brilliant light. Lego held up his blade in defence as OG spoke,
"Precisely."
And then a blast of golden fire.
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Fro grinned,
"You know, I'm pretty proud that you trained everyone so well even in this universe! Usually the negative means the opposite so you'd think I'd suck at being a coach in this universe but no, I'm a good leader, with good subordinates here too!"
For someone with a black eye and a ballooned face, lying in a crater caused by a merciless barrage of attacks, Fronomenal was in high spirits. Nega Fro seemed to agree, his eyebrows twitching in anger,
"You are seriously pissing me off, dawg."
Fro did a handstand and popped his left shouldr back into hi socket, whistling at the exquisite pain, He could barely see out of his right eye. All the while he counted seconds, focused on keeping his breath steady. He smiled a toothy defiant grin,
"You haven't landed any killing blows yet. What's the deal? Waiting for my ineviteable power up where I knock you down?"
"Do you want to die?" Nega-Fro said as he launched a tendril so thin Fro had to sense the killing intent rather than see it to hope to avoid it. He did as such and was not surprised to see the environment wasn't affected by the near invisible attack.
"That's scary. Really scary." Fro shook a fist, "Who the hell fights with hair like they're some sort of dark assassin! Your attacks need more oomph! More punch! This isn't a seinen manga!"
Fro dodged another attack that was indeed less subtle and had more oomph. The explosion made a small mushroom cloud.
"I do believe this version of you is insane, Captain." That was Fortis, judging by his voice. This version of him seemed to be a grotesque flayed man with accentuated skeletal portions and glowing red muscles.
"And his afro's smaller than yours." Greentap giggled.
Nega-Fro frowned at this, noticing the fact that indeed, his quarry's hair had become smaller over the course of the short but intense beating.
Fro grinned, "Oh. Guess I got found out."
Nega-Fro almost shouted a warning, but he didn't even know what to warn against. Regardless, it was all for naught. A forest of black tendrils exploded into the hair. Waving, roiling mass of hair burst forth through ground and concrete, making a forest of strangely glowing hair that obscured everything from sight and forced the attackers to jump out of harms way.
"Tch!"
A mocking voice echoed through the hair-forest, "Glad I memorized where the power lines are in this city.
Did sure make for some good hair-growth formula. Now I've gotta do the thing villains do and say - I'll be back again... Nega Frooo. Mark my wooords."
Nega-Filia chuckled, "Tehee, he's actually pretty funny."
Nega-Fro's face was a dark shadow of murder,
"I'm going to kill him until he dies. I swear. AND DONT YOU DARE CALL HQ OR ANYTHING. HES MINE."
"Aye aye, captain. Need help hunting him?"
"Find him. Do not attack him."
"Aye aye."
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Following suspicious women who stole reality-warping devices wasn't exactly Coryn's smarter moments, but he preferred it to the barrage of bullets that followed him and Nyroc who was most certainly on his tail. The good thing about shield bubbles was they could be as versatile as he liked. Hiding his presence, keeping him silent in his movement through flight, he followed the hooded girl.
Gradually the busy streets became busy in a different sort of way. There were still the grand city lights and people milling about but instead of shock at the odd sight of a man in a shield orb and a hooded girl there was more passing curiosity at the chase that was happening. Business suits gave way to people clad in leather, half-augmented humans, cyborgs, robots, talking animals, holographs and everything one expected in a cybernetic suburbia.
Soon enough Coryn just ran to blend in with the crowd.
The girl managed to keep one step ahead of him all the way up until she vanished into an establishment.
Coryn looked up at it and saw,
"The Only Pub." in red and pink blazing letters. Some sort of high-future mix between jazz and dub-step was playing at the moment, and it made Coryn feel aggressive and smooth. His cyborg ears could pick up the hallucinogenic qualities of the sound system. This was a place that was interested in having its customers entertained.
He'd definitely find something here, if not the remote, at least.
Still, Coryn was surprised that 4kids ever allowed such an establishment to exist under their iron-clad rule, however. But every civilization no matter how conservative needed establishments such as these. If 'The Outer City' Even counted as the 4kids jurisdiction. Coryn really needed more answers to the theories he had.
He walked in without much hassle and wondered how he could possibly pay for anything, keeping an eye out.
"Hey, want some manga?" A shady looking kid with a robotic eye and a trench-coat walked up to Coryn.
"I don't think so.?"
"Don't lie. You're totally cosplaying Science Division Commander Nyroc, aren't you?"
"I'm only cosplaying myself. Excuse me..." Coryn walked further into the pub, ignoring the colourful swear words that followed him.
Originally, he planned on blending in with the colourful bunch of people that were around. After 10 steps
Coryn realized his mistake: The lively music had stopped, all eyes were on him, and they did not look friendly.
"What the hell do you think you're wearing, punk?"
Coryn turned to see a table flanked by menacing military types in suits. A beautiful woman with black dress pants and a flowing fur coat sitting behind it. Coryn knew who it was before she leaned out of the shadows to show her face. Her voice was unmistakable. He hoped the Nega-version of her was friendly.
"Pub-tan?"
"The one and - CORYN?!" The mysterious quality to the womans' voice dropped to an embarrassing squeak of surprise.
Coryn frowned and looked at the familiar face in the eyes. They were too familiar.
"Wait. Pub-tan Pub-tan?"
"What are you doing here?" Pub-tan stood up. Her menacing bodyguards backed away, clearly wondering
what was up with their terrifying leader.
"What are you doing here."
Pub-tan regained her composure and waved off her guards. With a nod at the DJ the music kept on playing again and she beckoned with a hand, Coryn came and sat at the table, still feeling some unwelcoming glares around him.
"I have a lot of questions, Pub."
Pub-tan rubbed her forehead with her thumb and index finger, "Please tell me you're alone here by accident and you can get through the portal you came in with."
"I was raised not to tell lies."
Pub-tan sighed. "Okay, here is what's happening..."
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