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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 17, 2018 17:40:37 GMT -8
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Post by Gaia on Sept 20, 2018 15:31:55 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
As Guts walked past StrifeMan, his serrated tail whirled violently, but didn't strike the weakened Navi. What he probably failed to realize was that StrifeMan was the guard that arrived to intercept him.
He didn't want to, but, perhaps this needed a gentler hand. The man with the ribbons would surely appreciate his more docile side.
A shift in the air, and, suddenly, a new figure rose from the shadows before Guts. While his bare chest bore the same shifting sigils, and his chest was still indented with the horrific black abyss, StrifeMan now appeared almost angellic before him. His skin was otherwise clear of blemish, and was practically glowing of its own bronze light. Resplendent wings with soft, welcoming feathers descended from his back. His dark, tormented eyes were replaced by a radiant, pure gold. He still wore his demonic armor over his legs, that and his abyssal core the only signs of his previous self.
"Allow me to reintroduce. I am StrifeMan, a member of the Undernet's outer court. Speak, and tell me what you seek of my better."
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Post by church on Sept 20, 2018 17:02:38 GMT -8
"New Life is gone. A Navi calling himself Rosso just wiped Element City, and apparently navis are unable to be reloaded after their deletion. I felt that if anyone were capable of helping us in these dark times, your boss would be the best option that civilized net life has. Desperate times, after all, call for desperate measures, and these are desperate times."
As Guts leaned against the nearest wall, he spoke up once more.
"I apologise for not recognizing your position. Your earlier demeanor made it difficult to discern."
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Post by Gaia on Sept 21, 2018 9:48:48 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
As if in response, a clawed hand reached out from the core of StrifeMan's new form, and grabbed at the angelic figure's chest. In a strange show, the angelic form was peeled back and into the void, leaving behind a strangely ethereal figure to now speak with Guts. The ghostly appariton floated mere inches off of the ground, its own distorted features - strange weapons that protrude its transluscent flesh - accented by the glyphs that all of his forms shared.
"StrifeMan . . . I am many things, you must understand. I am his inner shade, the most deep seated truth of our inner plight against our suffering.
"Your concerns are heard, little Navi, but understand: The Underking has no interest in the happenings of the world outside of the Undernet," he stated, simply, his voice a hissing drawl of echoing howls and cries alike, as though his very being were suffering incarnate. "We have made arrangements, already, that the power of the Undernet will remain checked, so long as the rest of the world respects our borders. You stand in the heart of a powerful kingdom, ruled with an iron fist of mercy . . . come what may, the Undernet will stand, and stand by it also will be our promise. No threat has made itself apparant to Him, woe as it may be for you. Fate is a fickle being, and turns no blind eyes; unfortunately for you, the eye placed on you sees pain.
"I am truly sorry. The suffering you face sounds genuine - but it is not our burden to fix."
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Post by church on Sept 21, 2018 17:50:36 GMT -8
"I see.... let's see how long that lasts when all of the other nets fall, and those forces finally turn against the undernet. Hopefully, by then, I will have found someone who is willing to help the net, without being limited to their own domain."
Guts stands once more and disappears in a beam of light that dissipates as it ascends skyward.
[Guts.vir Exit]
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Post by Gaia on Sept 21, 2018 20:20:13 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
StrifeMan's shade floated for a moment longer before the ever familiar clawed hand makes its way out of the void, gripping at the ethereal flesh and peeling it away. As the one form was pulled in, another form replaced it, the ghostly persona taken over once again by the devilish figure that StrifeMan so often portrayed as his true self.
"OOoooh-hhmmm! Tasty, tasty pain and misery, did StrifeMan hear from that one! Ho-ho-ho! And he walked away! All limbs attached, all of his code in place! Progress, indeed, we did succeed! OOooh, the man with the ribbons would be so pleased!
". . . But it wasn't much fun, no, now, was it? Boring, boring, boring! Maybe next time, StrifeMan can find someone to fight . . . hehehe . . . break a knee . . . take my time and break their spine~! Hahahehahehahahheah!"
A series of differing hands suddenly sprouted from his core, grabbing at StrifeMan's body from all angles, pulling him fully and truly within, until only his void form - his floating, spluttering core - remained floating in the air. Once again, the spluttering void descended, just upon the edge of the ever-descending darkness that was the entrance to the Secret Area, awaiting for his next visitor.
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Post by Gaia on Dec 28, 2019 8:11:59 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
StrifeMan's shadow opened up a void within the Hacker's N and out of it rose Grade, first, and StrifeMan materialized out of his shadow, later. He took a step away from Grade, then, allowing him to have his time to recollect himself after the cold embrace that StrifeMan offered. Looking around, StrifeMan breathed in the air of the Undernet, welcoming its familiarity. He felt his own power rejuvenate within its walls, knowing what he was capable of within this space.
He turned to look at Grade, allowing him to have the first words. StrifeMan was just a spectator, for he wanted to see what Grade could do with his true power back at his hand.
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Dec 28, 2019 18:06:08 GMT -8
Grade felt the cold and desolate feeling seep into his being, and he felt it hard that he outright collapsed straight onto the floor. A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes and pushed up the floor, shaking his head... then chuckling afterwards. "We should do that again," looking up at StrifeMan with a smile. He must've attributed the dreadful feeling to what he thought was a different way of travelling between Net spaces instead of StrifeMan himself.
He stood up and turned his right head crest clockwise, summoning a sealed iron mask fitted on his face. "It's just an identity thing, I don't want certain people to... Well, okay, I'm not really sure if they still remember me at this point." Grade replied immediately to himself, realizing the unlikelihood of the scenario he's imagining. He looked around. "I can only barely sense him. He's indeed in this network, but I cannot pinpoint where... I think he's in a weakened state. This won't work, I have to locate him in a different way..."
Grade closed his eyes and began to draw power from the blue-haired Navi he absorbed. With the victim's memories and powers passed onto him, Grade knows of his ability to communicate with, nay, command wild viruses, and he was confident he could do it too. He concentrated and held an arm forward just for style, willing as many viruses in the vicinity as possible to look for his past self. Black, fugue, damaged, metal, those were the keywords.
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Post by Gaia on Dec 30, 2019 13:29:42 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
His own smile, filled with pointed, serrated fangs, meets Grade's own, his own depravity completely devoid of the same jovial sense that Grade seemed to be getting from the ordeal. Grade still seemed to miss something very important about StrifeMan's demeanor, even as the navi smiled, cackled and danced about to keep up with the viruses searching for Grade's mystery other half. What Grade was missing, StrifeMan wouldn't tell him, but, he would keep up on his search, realizing that the keywords Grade used sounded very similar to a navi he maimed while on a rampage down here. Maybe he survived?
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Post by xoDeathy on Dec 30, 2019 15:06:42 GMT -8
#s://static~zerochan~net/Altair~%28Re%3ACreators%29~full~2104727~jpg "Oi."
Entering the area, Altair had already crossed her arms in 2 seconds, a new record for her. This was due to seeing StrifeMan once more, remembering their prior encounter. It was short, but she was definitely left with quite a few questions.
"I remember you, crazed one. What are you doing dancing around in a place like this? Though I wouldn't be too surprised if this was what you called home."
She looked around the area. She hadn't been to the Undernet before. Normally Labrys traveled through here often for fun, and now that she had finally stepped foot in here, it made sense.
All Darkloids really are a bunch of nut jobs, save for Lord Rosario, of course. She thought.
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Dec 30, 2019 22:37:11 GMT -8
Results flowed in from the viruses at a rapid pace, yet only few of them entirely matched the description. The ones that did however, were a surprisingly abundant number of crippled or dying HeelNavis. Did something bad happen here?
Don't matter, don't care. Grade so easily gave the mental order to just delete everyone who both didn't match the description and were nearing their death anyway. Just a second later, buster shots and explosions and other sounds of battle have begun to ring from every direction. It was like a New Year at ground level, if it didn't have screams accompanying it as well.
"Oi."
His concentration was broken by a new voice. He turned around and-- froze. Oh, this Navi, she shimmered like the shiny blade of a platinum sword... White hair like his own, only thrice more flowing... and those eyes... What are those eyes? They seemed to glow in two different colours. Enticing, yet strange.
Swallowing, Grade was just about to speak to her, but then one of the viruses finally picked up on the one he was looking for. Several viruses soon flocked around him, this crippled Navi made of black strips of metal. Missing nearly every limb and with a wide gash on his chest that cannot seem to repair. His face was at least still intact-- about as intact as it were before anyway, one side being entirely burnt with charred electronics exposed.
Seeing Altair talking to StrifeMan, he figured it most mannered to leave without a word, floating away.
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Post by Gaia on Jan 1, 2020 11:25:41 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
StrifeMan paused in his macabre waltz, turning to look at Altair. He glanced back in the direction of the sound of suffering and combat as the viruses began violently deleting a few Navis, distracted by the sounds of anguish for but a moment that brought a smile to his face. Then, he turned back to Altair, sizing her up. He gave her a perplexed look, tapping a claw against his cheek that constantly changed from a serrated talon, to a large wolf claw, to a random stinger of some kind, back to a normal claw.
Did he know her? Of course, he did. She was that pretty lady that offered him her blood, appealing to his hedonistic urges. It was very kind of her, given that he had just been released from the Undernet; now, he felt like this space was more a home than a prison. He could leave as he desired, do as much mayhem as he wished, and return at the end of the day to do his job.
It felt so long since he had the concern of not ripping her apart. Looking back in the direction of his current project, he felt a pull to make sure he did not get away - but, Altair also called his attention. He grinned, from cheek to cheek, his mouth growing in grotesque angles as his serrated fangs gleamed in the darkness. "Ooooh, yes! StrifeMan remembers you!" he shouts with glee, skipping across the expanse to greet her. "You're the first one StrifeMan met when he left! So very kind to poor, lost and hungry StrifeMan, you were! So kind, he decided to leave you very not maimed, he did!" he cried out, laughing and coughing at the end of his jovial cry.
"This is StrifeMan's home, you are correct! This is where he does all of his stashing and slashing, seeing and slaying, and all of his workings, too!" he responds, spinning in circles as he answered. In that small span of time, he had taken a moment to his inner council to work out his plan. It was magnificent!
"Now, Altair," he cackled, moving up until he was behind her, creeping up to put his head next to hers. "StrifeMan has been very lonely since our last encounter," he drawled, his voice stooping low like he might cry. "He needed a friend, and you . . . well, you weren't murderous enough for him. That was very rude of Altair, don't you think?" To exemplify what he meant, StrifeMan lifted up his hands and placed his fingers against her shoulders - if she would let him - and gently pressed the tips of his claws against her body.
"You see, StrifeMan has a job! He takes much pride in it - the only thing that he knows how to be sane about!" He paused, lifting up one hand to point across the expanse at where Grade was moving about, shepherding a hoard of viruses. "StrifeMan's supposed to be seeing if that metal man with all of his vermin friends is a good enough candidate to bring before StrifeMan's master. He keeps talking about someone that might be long dead, someone StrifeMan is pretty sure he might've almost deleted at least twice by now, and StrifeMan is getting bored. There isn't enough hacking and slashing going on, just a lot of," StrifeMan paused, letting a coughing episode come over him, and began talking in a voice creepily similar to Grade's, "'I need to find him, my other half, and I probably shouldn't be down here, blah, blah, blah. You know what StrifeMan thinks, Altair, hmm?"
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 1, 2020 20:43:10 GMT -8
(Ooooh, yes! StrifeMan remembers you...)
"Yes, and I am much better now then I was then."
Altair allowed StrifeMan to make the advances he pleased, she remained unflinching even face to face with the crazed countenance of StrifeMan.
"Well that is also because, if you remember, my weaponry scares you--wait hold on. You mean to tell me YOU work down here? Actually, that is stupid of me to assume someone like you wouldn't be perfect for a job like this."
Turning her head to Grade, she released one arm from StrifeMan's 'grasp' and motioned it towards Grade, a saber flying before him pointing at him.
"Hey. State your name."
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Post by 🆃ʀɪɴɪᴛʀᴏᴛᴏʟᴜᴇɴᴇ 🅼ᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ on Jan 1, 2020 21:30:04 GMT -8
Grade's feet just left the ground, and he was met with interruption immediately... He supposed he could just let it fly, as long as she was content with knowing just his name.
He turned around and his attention was quickly diverted to the floating saber staring him in the face. He gently slid a finger at the side of the saber, tilting his head slightly. "Oh, this is elegant... Please let me pay you now that I may own a copy of this blade," the floating man in white spoke, slightly muffled by that mask he's wearing.
He floated towards the uniformed lady, practically phasing through his floating saber somehow. "Ah, you did ask for my name. I'm G--" he paused and scratched his cheek slightly. "I'm Classical. Nice to meet you. Altair, is it?" He landed on the ground and held out his hand. Didn't seem like it's for a handshake. His palm's facing up. Is he offering to take her hand?
He glanced at StrifeMan. "I don't sound like that, by the way... Okay, maybe I do."
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Post by church on Jan 6, 2020 22:16:24 GMT -8
#s://i~imgur~com/gdOGZCe~jpg A pair of glowing eyes seemed to peer out of the shadows, watching the events unfold. Everything this navi witnessed was being relayed to a P.E.T. owned by those they represented. They didn't feel as though it was time to reveal their presence just yet, though. No, they would hold back, wait and watch from the shadows, and make a note of anything interesting that happened. A lot of rumors had been heard regarding this location. However, what was truth and what was fiction depended on perception. The best way for someone to form their own opinion about the place was to see for themselves what sort of place it was. "..." It was interesting, to say the least, that the hostility had apparently stopped, but the navi didn't exactly have a reason to question it.
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