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Post by Raven8 on Oct 4, 2017 14:22:09 GMT -8
Many, many years ago, World3 was not ruled by Gate, NapalmMan, or any of those Navis who are famed in history for their tyrannicaly iron fists. In these days between the fall of Wily and the rise of the current regime, a Navi whose name is now lost to time revived the group, bringing a new rise to net-crime that not even the renowned Colonel or Iris programs could put a stop to. From the shadows this Navi was responsible for all of the crime and damage that the net now faces today, be it directly or indirectly. This lost archive was one of his bases.
Located on the back-net, only those who know of this network's location are able to find it. All others are swept away in the data-stream of the net as a whole. Dark and dingy, the network is far smaller than one might believe, consisting of little more than a large control console, very antiquated Navi repair pods, and an archive of unknown data. Despite being ancient, this data is encrypted so well that to this day not even the most advanced technology has been able to decipher it.
The nameless Navi arrives here first, entering and looking around. He quickly makes for the main console and shuts down an unknown program, causing it to become little more than a normal computational device as a result.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 4, 2017 16:16:07 GMT -8
*He had arrived after the Destroyer had shut down his unknown program. But he hadn't ever noticed this place before. It was well hidden to say the least. And because of how it was set up, any pursuers would wind up lost instead of being able to come after them. Would explain why no one could catch anyone using it. It was grandiose like other networks, but that was fine. He felt most at home in networks like this one thanks to how long he spent in those old networks related to his own kin. A kinship that was down to three now, but this wasn't the time to think about that.*
"I'm pretty sure I've said enough times now that you're full of surprises. Just what is this anyway?"
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 4, 2017 16:37:37 GMT -8
At this point, the destroyer makes his way over to the recovery pods, where he stands and begins to heal. The pod was terribly slow, especially given the issues with the network, but it was better than nothing. Inside, he's a bit on edge, and he can't help but show that outwardly. He'd been thrown in with this Navi, and was now forced to share at least one of his secrets.
?: An abandoned WWW archive. It pre-dates anything in the last generation, and not even Gate knows about it, so we should be safe here for the time being.
The destroyer pauses for a moment, looking around the dingy room for a moment.
?: Regardless of what some might think, I don't spend every day wandering the net looking for a fight.
The destroyer crosses his arms and looks to the side, uncomfortable with sharing his secrets. He glances up as Resonance walks in, rolling his eyes as the OEL Navi begins looking over the area as if it were a museum.
?: Alright, we're safe. Now talk.
Resonance seems to come to attention at this comment, almost instantly responding to the destroyer with his findings.
Resonance: There wasn't much security for Rammount. The only resistance that I came across was some sort of giant mechanical snake or something. It absorbed light and could see through my cloaking, but I managed to fend it off. In the catacombs I found a large lab area where they were keeping Griega. It was crawling with scientists who were trying to get out before waking up the cyberbeast, so I just played along like i was there to help. I did manage to grab this...
Resonance holds up a data packet and unfolds it, revealing the information inside.
Resonance: It looks like they've studied the cyberbeasts and have used their data to make... something, I'm not sure what. To make matters worse, they made a number of... things... from it. One was used in Netopia... and the other in Sharo.
Resonance pauses as he reads the data, his eyed narrowing.
Resonance: ...but I thought that Sharo and Netopia were closed to one-another? If this is true, then it's likely that this entire near-war scenario has been entirely fabricated. But why?
Resonance pauses for a moment before he continues reading, not somewhat disturbed by the information.
Resonance: It looks like it's not a weapon, but a.... tracking device? Apparently not even related to the cyber-beasts. It was going to be used by someone else.
Resonance pauses for a moment, about to turn the conversation over to whichever Navi wanted to speak next... until another memory strikes him.
Resonance: Oh, and there is one other thing that happened. Right before Griega woke up, a short girl with orange hair showed up. She was holding some form of... data.... in her hands, but said that since Griega was waking up, she didn't need to use it.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 4, 2017 22:48:53 GMT -8
*That made this place old to say the least. But old wasn't necessarily bad in their case, as it still helped him and now them out now. But it was true that he at least knew the Destroyer wasn't always wandering in search of a fight. If he was then they would have met up more frequently than they did and the carnage would be more extreme.*
"History occasionally works in our favor. It's a good place to have."
*He kept his small smile from creeping on to his face. But it was nice to see him uncomfortable for once, so this was fine too. The first of Resonance's findings was something that sparked a recent recollection of his own.*
"That giant mechanical snake sounds like tha giant mechanical gorilla that I fought recently. Though it wasn't impervious to light, it had the ability that allowed it to fend off a single attacker. Either more than one opponent was required or attacks that can't be shrugged aside so readily."
*Both happened in his case, as he could damage it very occasionally with a set of things. It was likely why it was the only resistance they had for the castle. They had been expecting a single target, but not a target like Resonance. That mistake cost it dearly instead. The next revelation was strange. It was one thing to study it, but another entirely for where that information was sent and what they made with it. Netopia made sense for the NIA, but Sharo? With the connections as they were, especially Sharo given their recent approach lately... how was that information sent there?* "Sharo is effectively closed off from everyone, not even counting Netopia's own lockdown right now. Have they truly fabricated all of this, with Netopia and Sharo working together? Or is someone in Netopia working with Sharo? What would they want to track? They already had the cyber-beasts here, so the only comparable thing I would consider would be other beings resembling their strength."
*But would they truly be trying to hunt down everything that held that level of strength? With someone like Rosso here, he could see why they would be willing to proceed with such an idea. There was no way of knowing if they were right now as it was just conjecture. But if any of the others began to stir that hadn't done so in so many years, it would serve as proof that they were indeed hunting them all down. And the last arrival on the scene in the form of that short girl who had something that could influence Griega. He hadn't noticed her in the area either, but he was preoccupied at the given time so that at least made sense.*
"Griega wasn't even fully awake and yet Falzer made a beeline straight to it. I know that they're mortal enemies, but Falzer would typically only begin once Griega had. Griega is naturally aggressive however, so if your goal was to have it attack then simply waking it up is enough. The goal was to get them both together to eliminate us... and something else that happened just as we departed."
*That other presence that arrived just as they left. If they had stuck around and even managed to salvage that situation without losing everything, it would have arrived during it or just after. Ultimately they still made the right call, but had an idea that they needed to find a way to get into Sharo. They were closely analyzing anything and anyone that came over to their netspace. After his last visit to Sharo it'd be like his encounter at the border all over again. Except this would alert whoever was using that information, so a direct charge wasn't ideal for whenever they made their way there.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 5, 2017 14:02:58 GMT -8
The destroyer felt it too; a malevolent force partially unbound by their actions. The entire scenario plays out in his mind, from the moment that Rosso released his network-wide wave to the moment that they escaped. Everything seemed normal enough at the time, but now in hindsight one thing is very clear in his mind;
?: We were played.
The unnamed Navi walks out of the recovery pod, still very much damaged but strong enough to act on his own for now.
?: They had to have know that eventually someone would bring the battle to them in that exact spot. While we took them by surprise in a few fronts, they were too prepared, even expecting us despite the odds being against... this.
The unnamed Navi looks to Genesis, knowing that the overlord would get the point.
?: I was wrong. They didn't just release the beasts to take us down, they wanted that network destroyed. They wanted to unleash whatever it is that's lurking down there, even if only in part. And how much do you want to bet that the news will tell of three rogue Navis that clashed the network and unleashed the beasts that were held below-ground safely? They were too prepared for us...
And speaking of, the destroyer's red eyes look up to Genesis. This one would be hard to admit, but again; there's no room for false pride.
?: We got lucky, Overlord. Your defenses opened the door, and I stuck my foot in the crack. We can't rely on that moving forward. This Rosso guy isn't stupid and will be out for blood now, and since I made a bigger show than you, I can guarantee that he's already working out a way to shut my fatal return down, as well as a way around that scar of yours. As vexing as it is to admit it, we can't rely too heavily on my offensive moving forward unless we can figure out how to crash that barrier of his.
A far more candid look at the unnamed Navi than had ever been seen in the past; despite the bravado and fury, he now reveals himself to be willing to go so far as to admit and analyze his own shortcomings, even to the Navi that he'd had such a bitter rivalry with for so long.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 6, 2017 14:10:33 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
Genesis would feel it before anyone else would see any signs of it. Perhaps, with AD's connection to the Network, he would detect a series of error messages across the archaic network. Within Genesis' body, he would feel a sudden bloating, as if pieces of his data were shoved aside to make room for something more.
He'd possibly felt something amiss sense the border - something within his data that seemed more dynamic than normal, something shifting and churning within his being that wasn't quite his own. While not malevolent, it suddenly came to light, and a bright red light would shine from any breaks or openings within the Onyx Overlord's outer body that would allow it, the shining emanating from his open mouth, behind his eyes, and even seeping out from the scar on his chest.
As if on cue, tiny red lights shone out from points all across the room, specs of imperceptibly small pieces of data releasing the same bright hue, and, possibly to their surprise, even out of the nameless Navi and Resonance. The lights shifted in place, all pointed towards a collected spot near Genesis' chest.
All at once, the red light faded, but, not without effect. Small specs of color began to drain out of Armored Destroyer and Resonance, first in just a single blob of shifting mass, one or two yellow and green orbs at a time, from anywhere in their body that the members could find a way out, before it began pouring out of them in rivulets, a veritable flood of fascinating colors and shifting hues of all kinds - yellows, sickly greens, vibrant purples and a mixture of each, coming out in waves.
A much larger show of the strange liquid was pouring out of Genesis, and, with his ability to control data, he would know without a shadow of a doubt that it was bugged. While pouring from his data stream, it didn't sting or appear to even be leaving behind any irregularities, but, as it streamed and amassed in the center of the room, the previous error messages grew stronger, and the very air that it traveled through suffused with static and time around it slowed, as though lagged and disjounted.
The formless blob amassed, as what appeared to be the last of it all poured from the trio, and, all at once, it lurched once, and took form, shifting up into a vaguely humanoid shape. Members of the collective shifted around to take on their respective roles within the formed body, some colors shifting deeper into the surface to make room, as the hivemind of trillions upon trillions of bugged Navis formed eyes and a vague assimilation of a mouth on its face. A second later, it a lead plating was forced out from the body, and surrounded its form, giving it solidarity to its shape.
While formed and appearing mostly stable, the lead coating around PlagueMan's properly amassed formed was practically peeling away around their hands, and made no attempt to cover its face. Some areas of the lead shifted into strange forms and abstract shapes, and parts of their body would suddenly be replaced entirely by static as they stood there. It remained silent, in the center of the room, surveying the space they had found themselves in.
Then, a set of purple eyes landed upon Genesis. Despite the two eyes clearly staring at him, the whole of the party would feel many other stares upon them. They'd been with Genesis for a while now, waiting for what might be a good moment to allow the Alpha to take hold . . . after what they'd just witnessed, now seemed a better moment than ever.
"We are PlagueMan," they echo, their voice an oscilating cacophony of sound from all over, not even appearing to come from its attempt of a mouth. "But you already know that, don't you, Onyx Overlord? . . . Genesis." They switched to his true name, and, as if on an order, more bugged data began to crawl out of Genesis' body. To the Overlord, he would notice the data crawling across his body begin to quickly assimilate before entirely replicating his data signature, and the amassed river would settle across his body, covering up wounds and mending scars across his form as though they were never there.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 6, 2017 14:20:35 GMT -8
...there was no delay. As soon as PlagueMan appears, the Destroyer's jets flash to white life despite his injury, and a torrent of power begins. Jetting across the field of view of Resonance and Genesis, he impacts the bug Navi with a literally explosive punch. Without losing momentum from the punch, he jets behind him, and delivers a brutal spinning axe-kick from above. As if to add insult to injury, after kicking off from his target he reaches his arms forward and quickly thrusts them to the sides, laying down a line of pure white explosions in a way that directly intersects the center of PlagueMan, filling the room with the dust and light from the bursts.
Through this debris, the Armored Destroyer reaches through and grips PlagueMan by the neck, forcing him to the ground with a burning white cannon-barrel points at his face.
?: You will explain yourself, or I will make you wish that your life had ended at my first blow.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 6, 2017 15:05:23 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
As the jets on the unnamed Navi suddenly flare up, PlagueMan does not turn towards him as much as they are suddenly just facing him. When the first fist meets their outer body, the Armored Destroyer wound find him intangible and without substance, even the presumably solid lead coating having been phased straight through.
He meets eyes with the Destroyer in that moment, trying then to quell him. "We've no qualm wi-" and, suddenly, the Destroyer is behind them. Or, rather, above them, aiming another blow with his foot. While they could tax themselves to avoid his blows, they realize that he is intent on assaulting them, and instead takes the brunt of the explosive ax kick and series of explosions to follow.
The wounds blow holes into PlagueMan's form, literally leaving spaces where the other Navis can glance directly through their body, or blowing dents into their form where members of their collective had been ripped off by the explosions. As the Destroyer reaches out to slam him onto the ground, the wounds already formed were beginning to close, new bytes of bugged data already formulating and taking up the unoccupied space. While it wasn't immediately a perfect heal, the collective compacted itself and looked immediately as though they were without harm, albeit somewhat shorter than they had been before. While unphased by the hand wrapped around their 'throat', the collective remained docile and just stayed planted on the floor, paying a good bit of attention to the charging cannon inches from their face.
"We've no qualm with you," they try again, the echoing voices sincere but careful. "We arrived to tend to the wounds of our Hosts." As selfish a statement as it was, for the time being, it was the sole truth. They had no emotional attachment to any of the Navis present, and had been recent enemies of Genesis - but, many of their previous hosts had gone up in ashes during the fight, and these three were among the few Navis still alive that they'd interacted with long enough to call their Hosts. "We were able to get here through the original host, Genesis, who infected the remainder of by interacting with you. In order to preserve our masses, we wish to preserve you."
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Post by Zane on Oct 6, 2017 15:58:58 GMT -8
As the Armored Destroyer assaulted PlagueMan and the blows connected, it was here that they would each get to bear witness to what had been another change to what had already been causing them no small amount of concern. It was something the Destroyer would have noticed sooner or later, but something that PlagueMan would notice first and foremost from their overall abilities and how they coped with injuries.
Each successful blow had been like a wave across the collective. Rather than being a strike against the masses that were hit, it struck down to the core and then spread out, systematically attempting to wipe out the whole all at once rather than what was present before them. As such, PlagueMan would notice that it was spreading out to all the parts in his influence. After being affected by Netopia, it had spread out from the Alpha that had been there across every byte that existed elsewhere and was forming up at all times. And with the wide range at which he operated, it was a piece of information that would let them understand the true range of influence that had yet to be revealed.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 6, 2017 16:46:22 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
The true depth of the blows took a moment to run their course, and, suddenly, the red light at the core of PlagueMan's form lit up underneath AD's grip. Relenting, the core violently shifts and ripples as the whole of the collective screeches in agony - the voices carry from all sides of the room, and across the entire Network of individuals PlagueMan is carried within. The Animus Syndicate, anyone to visit the Netopian Border, Genesis and all of the people he'd interacted with since the border, all the Navis those Navis had interacted with, remote corners within Element City, Navis all over the Net that had been infected with a virus who simply desired to live . . . they would all hear the ear piercing squeal of the amassed members, and, with each blow to land on PlagueMan's body, as they reached the core, the real PlagueMan, the reverberations of those shattering blows arced outwards, the massive heat and force behind those blows multiplied trillions and trillions of times over around the Net, as it traveled to each individual member.
The ear-piercing shrill was nigh unbearable at this point, and, without warning to the Armored destroyer, the very same agony wracking PlagueMan's collective across a trillion connections would reverberate in him, the shattering force of his own blows suddenly echoing within his body. Genesis and Resonance would feel it, too, and, in the air, a series of massive explosions went off all at once, as the force was transmuted at equal capacity across multiple members. These same series of explosions ripped through Genesis, Resonance, Armored Destroyer, and every network or Navi on the Net that held their massive Hivemind . . .
In his grasp, PlagueMan's body was convulsing, undergoing massive rivulets, appearing more liquid than solid at that moment. The Alpha, panicking, simply curled inwards, the whole of PlagueMan slipping out of the Armored Destroyer's grasp and forming into a simple sphere of collected data on the floor. Unmoving, unyielding, it stayed, curled up, waiting for the convulsing agony to pass.
What was this?
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Post by Genesis on Oct 6, 2017 17:23:26 GMT -8
*He felt it and was going to tell him to stay inside for a bit longer. Just like, five or ten more minutes. Just enough where he wouldn't show up at a bad time and get caught in a pretty bad situation. But he didn't intend to keep him inside forever, so he wasn't exactly opposed to him coming out now either. Though this wasn't the worst case of vomitting he had was his first thought when it started to spew out of his mouth, eyes, ears and nose. The scar not as much though. While it was a festering wound all its own, it was a difficult kind of issue entirely. So it at least didn't shoot out of his chest as well. Which still made this event ultimately better than the time with Toxin. That had hurt and was a pretty violent experience, but that was pretty much the Harbinger of Plague's life summary. He knew at this point that PlagueMan would notice the various wrongs that existed in his data signature. There was Genesis himself, who was the one that they would always see. His was the signature that would stand out and be what was generally influenced or replicated by others. As such, it was all that really needed to be replicated in order to mend his wounds.*
*Then there was the mass of mistakes that was everything else in there. The most prominent was the scar. It was latched on to him and a part of him, but a part of something much grander than he himself was. It was to a degree where its values and meanings couldn't be deciphered. It was 'there' and yet it was an everchanging absolute. It adjusted, adapted, and consumed like a ravenous beast. And yet it existed on him without doing these very things to the Onyx Overlord himself. It even granted him some such feats himself, but there was one thing that could be told through all the mystery that it held as a higher power: it had nothing but merciless destruction at its core. An unending, unyielding desire to raze everything. But a calm as Genesis himself managed to keep it in check.*
*The next were stranger things. They were definitely part of Genesis now, yet indefinitely separate. The sword he wielded, Fate, had two such things. It was like an entirely different navi rather than a weapon he wielded. And a series of old yet highly advanced locks. Locks designed to keep things from changing what it was save for itself, herself. Only one person had managed to penetrate these locks, of which the second influence was noticed. The first was powerful and adaptive, but ultimately locked into a state of a weapon. The second was a malevolent and chaotic force of darkness incarnate, as if it desired to control everything and almost could do so. As if it was simply a game to it, like a maddening jester. A sword changed both by humanity and by this jester in a shackled state, yet a state that had become more accepted over time.*
*And then there was the last piece. It was closer to his core and part of him, but another part that was different. Fate looked like she was part of it, but was also the sword at the same time. This part was of another navi too that had changed and locked itself in rather similarly to the locks that Fate possessed, yet different. It could be detached, but only in one explicit method. It was designed to do so if he was deleted by specific individuals. It was the entirety of the navi, but not. It was simply their essence, the overall aspects that made them individually unique with nothing else remaining it. The ultimate destination of their eldest, Haven. But above all else the first thing Genesis did was step aside to not get caught up in the explosive display to come. They could get back on track after sorting this situation out. So he was about to respond on how to approach this before an unexpected result came from the Destroyer's blows against him.*
*Between the scream that caught him unaware as that was not the response that happened the first time they engaged each other, but the feeling he felt right after explained everything. The explosive sensation was something he felt and something he recalled time and again. These were the very same blows that the Armored Destroyer unleashed upon PlagueMan just now. If not for how accustomed he was to it, especially with this amplification that it was going through, he would be reeling far more than he was. So this required him to take a firmer approach than before. It reminded him of how things were: this was how it affected him. They had accounted for this one too, then?*
"Destroyer, wait! Don't end him! It's part of their plan!"
*Genesis had the idea of how he operated before, but he didn't account for what that truly meant. If he was in all of them and part of them, it meant through that connection and through him they could catch a large scope of individuals. Anyone that ever had an encounter with it. If the Armored Destroyer unleashed his force against him without mercy, it would be magnified back to them and potentially even put an end to them as well. It was a sinister thing to do, especially to something that's objective was to preserve itself. That irritated him on top of everything else that they had to accept today thanks to Rosso alone.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 6, 2017 17:33:02 GMT -8
...the nameless Navi relents as soon as he realizes what had happened, using the jets in his arms to make distance as quickly as possible. He didn't feel the related pain, but at the end he could feel at least part of what these strikes were doing, almost like striking a large, placid body of water and seeing the ripples glide out in all directions.
?: What was that?
The brutal Navi looks around, almost as if he can feel the ripples of his actions reaching the depths of the net. Just what is this thing?
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Post by Gaia on Oct 11, 2017 9:25:36 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
As the Armored Destroyer takes aback, PlagueMan stays curled up in its little ball as the agony slowly subsides. Deep within the core, the bugged hivemind a veritable Network all its own, the alpha, PlagueMan himself, shivers. Nothing had ever targeted the network between their members like that before . . . nothing had ever been able to attack him in that way. It was agonizing, and it was surprising; but, worst of all, it was expected.
Within Genesis, amongst the multitude of errors and other entities inside of him, PlagueMan was able to discern the situations at hand. They were all culminating now, and even he had been accounted for in their plan . . .
"They plan to use us . . . to use me. It'd been so long since he flexed his own voice, declared his own will separate from the hivemind. It was necessary, now, though. The PlagueMan Network was broad and far reaching, and they knew that so many had suffered from those blows against the core, just now. It was a wonder they didn't notice the changes sooner; any change to their bugged code was usually easily noticeable, if only because the Hivemind kept constant track of it all. Maybe it just appeared too random to separate from the individual glitches that happened within them? He had no way of telling.
"Through my connection . . . they wish to destroy many at once. Many of the collective, and any connected to it . . ." Well, he wouldn't allow himself to be used in that way. For all the hivemind's selfish intent on coming here to mend their wounds, they would not allow those same selfish motives to put so many in danger.
He was willing to sacrifice his comfort for them.
The Alpha flared up from inside of the small sphere, still curled up on the floor, the familiar red array spanning across the air and between the Navis; the visible network between the Alpha and all of its constitutents within the Hivemind. Then, in an upheaval of raw will, feeling his entire world collapse around him . . . PlagueMan separated himself from the hivemind.
Each of the little red lines slowly but surely vanished from the air, from connecting points over the other Navis, and the bright red glow from around the sphere on the floor slowly dissipated. With each disconnected member, a part of PlagueMan's thoughts were disconnected and shattered. With each lost member, he felt parts of himself fading away. He had known nothing but the hive mind for so long . . . what did any of that matter, though, in comparison to the others he was hurting? Infecting them for survival was one thing; harming them in the process was entirely another.
And, yet, he was suddenly alone with his own thoughts. His own feelings. His own senses, ideas, opinions and perception. The sphere of multicolored brilliance collapsed and fell to the ground, the bugged particles dissipating and practically breaking down into uselessness without the alpha to guide them. It was worse than feeling his collective die off, worse than even feeling the horrific pain wracking through his core . . .
On the ground, now, with the outershell of his collective gone, PlagueMan.ERR is revealed as little more than a red sphere of brilliance, constantly shifting data just underneath. A literal core of a Navi, the brain work and inner workings, condensed down into this small mass of glitched information. Generally, when connected with his hive, his orb hummed with a bright vermillion in response to each of the trillions of information pathways, and rapidly allocates adaptations and applies new information . . . he no longer needed to do that.
And, without someone to infect, without the hivemind he used to branch across the entire net . . . he would surely cease, as he was nothing more than an infectant. It wouldn't take long. ". . . There." The cacophony of voices, the multitudes upon multitudes echoing from earlier, were all gone. In its place was a single voice, rippling with static and flaring up as though on a broken audio file. "I am no longer connected to my hive . . . without me to guide them, the rest of what remains of the PlagueMan collective will be overrun by their glitched parameters. I will persist for a while longer without a host . . . But, for all of your protection, that is alright.
"I will not allow myself to be used to bring destruction to others. I refuse." He'd spent his whole existence trying to deny his ability to destroy, created as a literal bioweapon in digital form. He'd strive to do good in all ways . . . and he refused for that work to be put up in smoke. He would not falter.
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Post by Genesis on Oct 17, 2017 9:33:12 GMT -8
*He figured PlagueMan had summed it up well enough. It was the ultimate result of what happened when someone was everywhere instead of one. The result of having to live off of others. Parasites often times were the end of their host rather than their salvation. He'd seen it too many times, even was one himself in a different respect years ago. The end results spoke for themselves for how that turned out for himself, something that lingered until this day until he eventually started to walk on his own. He let things play out as PlagueMan disconnected himself, though his choice of words denoted that he would eventually flicker out himself without a host. All the rest would just fizz out on their own. But that didn't solve the whole source of that situation if that wasn't the case either.*
"So a few questions for you if you don't want them to use you for destruction. You're not actually going to fade away yourself just from separating from your hive, are you? And you're not going to cease making them either, just not connecting to them, correct? And your goal is still to preserve yourself, is it not?"
*These were each important questions. The first trap they walked into they walked into knowing how they were. The plan was based around the individuals as well as having a few other ways to be initiated. If that was so and their plan was to use PlagueMan for their goals, then why would they not plan for a scenario of if he survived and simply disconnected from his hive? Would it be related to them still forming, or for the simple fact that he was still alive with his overall function still the same as before? While the Armored Destroyer was able to walk off his own rippled blows... all it took was for that ripple to be from Rosso instead through some sort of circumstances for things to take a totally different turn.*
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 20, 2017 19:22:30 GMT -8
...yet another way that this entire situation turned south. The destroyer looks away from PlagueMan, unable to look on the plight of the many before him. His anger was already obvious, and the swelling feeling of helplessness was beginning to become too much to hold onto. But rather than sadness, all that comes out as the nameless Navi slams a fist into a nearby wall is his own bridled rage. Within this short period of time, everything had come crashing down... and chances are this wouldn't be the end either.
?: ...I need time.
Without allowing anyone to stop him, the brutal navi steps back to the teleporter and disappears.
Resonance: ...you said that you needed a host.
With a solemn yet serious look on his face, Resonance ignores the destroyer's show and steps forward, kneeling down next to the remains of PlagueMan in silence for a moment.
Resonance: Will a Navi suffice to sustain you?
With a deliberate yet extremely hesitant hand, Resonance reaches up and puts a palm on his scarf. He holds it there for a moment before slowly yet surely untying the one thing that holds him in this world long-term. With a wince from pain, he removes the ragged, slate-blue piece of fabric to reveal a large, red glowing gash in his neck that stops just short of severing his throat and spine. Free from the bandage, the unhealing wound appears to suddenly spring to life, eating away at an excruciatingly slow pace at the remainder of Resonance's data as he silently reels from not only the pain, but also the terrible memories of this incurable wound. His hand subconsciously slips into the gap as he finishes with his scarf, causing him to wince in pain. This is when he motions to the wound with something of a melancholy smile.
Resonance: Given an access point, could I sustain you?
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