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Post by Shast on Sept 23, 2018 16:32:40 GMT -8
Slypner The pylons and their attached components began to construct beside him, not one, not two, but three in total. Without hesitation the scientist goes to work breaking down one of the sets for himself. Condensing it into a small mystery data then stashing it away in his coat. You may keep the rest. With this, my work nears completion. He begins to simply leave. Stopping next to the seemingly lost Genesis Being crippled into inaction by thoughts won't get you closer to your goals, Genesis.
Plagueman sifts through the mystery data and finds only one file: {"ONB_LFV07192539".}July 19, The research goes well. Thank Duo for these suppressors or we'd never even be able to get close to this thing. I'll never understand the brasses reasoning for keeping the thing alive but I won't knock a chance to study something such a great man constructed.
We've been able to isolate the four elemental programs data signatures and, with time, will be able to replicate them. I don't need to report the dramatic changes such an accomplishment could have for the ONB. It would easily give us the edge over the other countries and their tech.
Already we've successfully replicated the Elemental Aqua program but were only able to do so through creating another virus, a Scuttler, I believe its name was. It's in the cell here while we try and extract the elemental program from it.
End of report, Dr.Talswin Could there be more among the rubble, or is this it?
Mary slips down into the room, landing with a splash. Despite the rooms size it's a short fall. Now inside proper she gets an accurate look at what the fuzzy beings were from before, Plagueman...s! She eyes several dismantling the pylon contraptions and another investigating some files.
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Post by "Bill" on Oct 4, 2018 19:12:01 GMT -8
*Calmly strolling through E-City, Embera looked at the old Flower Shop, and the alleyway where Resonance once stood. The battlegrounds were well-restored, except for the billowing smoke in the distance. Remembering the collapse of New Life, Embera decided to explore, recalling that Genesis mentioned investigating here. It wasn't too long in the thick of things before Embera got frustrated and began blasting and melting her way into the structure. As she moved further in, she was finally able to reconnect with Genesis. Giving him a friendly hug from behind, draping her weight onto his shoulders, Embera let out a hearty laugh and greeting.*
Embera: Genesis! I'm back! You would not believe the day I have had!
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 5, 2018 16:16:40 GMT -8
Mary slowly stepped backwards, grabbing her floating saber and holding it cross her chest to cover her bad arm.
It's.. his bugs..
"Can.. can you hear me..? Like this..?"
Guess I ended up coming down here to help it afterall..
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Post by Gaia on Oct 5, 2018 19:23:40 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
[Above Ground, w/ Genesis and Embera]
Suddenly, PlagueMan's true being felt the force of someone rest against Genesis' shoulders. Without warning, PlagueMan's outer being flared outward, the cloud of colored data suffusing around Genesis suddenly expanding into a massive field of scintilating hues. The data licked and pulled at Embera's own being, until PlagueMan suddenly noticed the affect of her language. In a quick attempt to remedy his efforts to assault her, PlagueMan retracted his power, delegating it once more to a field of energy that barely escaped Genesis' skin.
Still, the pandemic made itself known to the fiery woman that had thrown herself upon Genesis, a pair of purple eyes bubbling up from the cloak of corrupted data that oozed out of Genesis' form and staring at her from Genesis' back. Connected as he was to PlagueMan, Genesis would see her from this peripheral, as well. "I apologize for the damages caused by my sudden outbreak - I was not prepared for the sudden intrusion. If you would allow me, I can heal those wounds without worry." The audio file was corroded and faded in out of audibility, with fluctuating volume, static and pitch within the voice, making it sound like a radio bouncing in and out of frequency. Or maybe multiple radios bouncing in and out of frequency at once, given that many voices joined the cacophany.
[Underground, with Mary]
The PlagueHive, simply an extension of PlagueMan's being, hummed with energy, as a voice comes from the collective, only to be immediately hushed by the field around it. Skimming over the mystery data, PlagueMan decides it must be of some import, and takes great care to ensure his own corrupted code does not corrode the file, too much. Looking through the remainder of the rubble, PlagueMan makes a point of accessing a piece of his code he usually keeps down, turning his vision into a hue of different colors based on file types. This was his programming as a Net Weapon, allowing him to easily identify like files for the best method of assault - for now, he was searching for another file like the one he had just found, while simultaneously keeping at bay the gnawing desire to infect and destroy that came with accessing his true program's abilities.
And, then, he saw a big cloud of bright green - a sign of digital life - enter his vision. Glancing up from his search of data, the PlagueClone locked its attention on the new comer, who raised what he assumed to be a sword in her defense. She was hurt . . . easier to infect a damaged file, especially now that wounds were much more permanent. Parts of the collective streamed off from his form, expanding outward into small tendrils of code that slinked through the air, winding around on the floor, around computers, and across the ceiling, some even looping back from behind, as he expanded to surround her, the mass of code peeling off from the collective not even appearing to reduce his own size in the process. . .
. . . Suddenly collecting himself, PlagueMan forcibly restrained his code once again, mentally grasping and burying the directives of the Pandemic program deep into his subconscious. The strands of code floating in the air now descended much less like a predator seeking its prey, and much more like a concerned individual wrapping itself around someone in need for protection. "You are wounded, ma'am. I can restore your code, if you would give me permission to implement myself within it," he proffered, before even introducing himself or asking what she was doing, trying to fight back within himself that, just a moment before, he was intending to consume her for his own broken parameter's survival.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 6, 2018 18:08:42 GMT -8
Some time after Embera appears and hugs Genesis and he stands doing nothing, a green flash appears. From this flash, the form of Edge appears with an oddly dead-pan and lifeless look on his face. The mirror-armored Navi lazily reaches behind himself and pulls out a top-hat and cane from nowhere. He then develops... a very large smile.
Edge: Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my rag-time gal! Send me a kiss by wire, baby my heart's on fire! If you refuse me, honey you'll lose me, then you'll be left alone! Oh baby, telephone, and tell me I'm your own!
After his short and extremely active song and dance, Edge returns his dead-pan expression, returns his hat and cane behind his back, and teleports out of the network without another word.
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 10, 2018 16:36:59 GMT -8
"..."
Mary tightened her grip on her saber as the bugged tendrils approached, but they receeded as quickly as they formed.
"No.. you stay out of my systems."
It was clear for even this cluster to see the nervous movements of Mary as she began to breath heavily. She was clearly afraid of bugged data for reasons of her own, but in this state she had no choice but to at least co-operate.
"D-did.. you find anything?"
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Post by Shast on Oct 12, 2018 17:22:48 GMT -8
Slypner
Slypner shakes his head at the overlord. Was this common? The barrage of obnoxious and bizarre happenings could have, over time, rendered him stunted in some areas, rendering him near comatose randomly. It would all make sense. You poor navi. He says simply. Pityingly if he were possessed the function for vocal range.
Slypners eyes drown in an intense frosty blue for a flicker of a moment in order to expel the bytes of data Plagueman gave him before departing once more. Dredging himself up over the chasm of scrap, navi parts, and other reminders of the defenders failure over the course of a few minutes, and walks away... and away... and out of the network.
[Slypner Exits]
During the short moment Plaguman scoured for another data he picked up no such treasure. Yet he found not just one large green signature but two... The second upward, in the ceiling above them.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 16, 2018 12:28:04 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
Slypner would find no difficulty purging PlagueMan's code from his systems; in fact, as soon as he made the thought, PlagueMan retracted and vanished from his optics.
His offer for help plaintively declined, PlagueMan retracted his tendrils closer to his body and aimed his attention upward, motioning with one of his outstretched limbs towards the ceiling at the new arrival to answer her question. Taking that risk, Pandemic's eyes flared again, and the collective peered through the ceiling at the other life form.
Just then, the remainder of the PlagueMan collective came back from their individual searches across this level of the ruins, and the four became one again, the original greatly compacting the additional data to compensate for available space. The larger conglomerate shifted and melded as the circles of color fell into place, cells of all shapes and sizes shifting to make room as PlagueMan took back his humanoid form. His gaze never leaving from the ceiling, he amassed the collective experiences of his clones and documented them for later, striding forward until he was directly underneath the source.
"There is someone above us . . . if they choose to be hostile, I would greatly prefer you rethink your decision to not let me assist you, ma'am. I have only the best of intentions; no residual bugged data would be left in your code, I assure you."
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 20, 2019 7:11:20 GMT -8
She huffed. She huffed again. She tried looking up to where she had fallen from not too long ago. Was something up there? She couldn't tell.. her mind was too rattled and her systems too damaged to focus. Too much was happening at once; she finally had everything she wanted, yet history is repeating itself once more.
"... Alright."
She took a knee and stabbed her saber into the ground for leaning support.
"Come then. I'll allow you to assist me. Try anything funny and you will regret it, bugged misfit."
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Post by Gaia on Oct 21, 2019 11:20:58 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
PlagueMan reached a hand out towards the mysterious woman, the hand stopping just short of touching her. A single pixel, a red spec, pulled away from the collective and drifted into her code.
The red spec grabbed onto the first byte it had access to and followed it back to the first full folder within her code. From there, it piggybacked to the core, finding its way into the EXE file. Each file it bumped into along the way, it separated, multiplied, and invaded. He could feel each piece of her code, every 1 and 0 of her being, and his first instincts were to begin multiplying, root himself within her code, and exploit her own processes for his survival.
He could do that without harming her, albeit at a much slower rate. The more detrimental side would drain her away much more rapidly . . .
In the briefest of moments, his thoughts betrayed him, and Genesis could feel the intent in his mind: The intent to invade and not coexist, but to devour.
He shook his head, snapping himself out of it. PlagueMan allowed his members to inject themselves into her core, and then began rapidly multiplying from there. His infinitely adaptable members changed the string of their code to adopt the string of Mary's and began rapidly healing her body. In just a few seconds, she was fully healed, her code stitched back together.
Strand after strand of red data flowed out of her body as the last of her wounds closed themselves, PlagueMan retracting all of his code from her being. He had no need to keep himself in her, as was his promise. Even if everything in him was fighting to stay. He left only the parts of his code that had fully assimilated with her data, millions of pieces of him that were no longer PlagueMan, but Mary.
"There. Now . . .," he paused, turning his attention upwards, once again. "Hopefully, the one above us would not intend harm. These are dire times. Show yourself!"
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Post by Shast on Oct 22, 2019 1:42:54 GMT -8
Slypner
Plaguemans raddled shout is answered with the sound of metal on metal. Akin to a series of pins scraping along a hollow surface. It repeated frantic scratches imply a startle... *K-KUNK* Part of the ceiling buckles, *CREEEE....* The bulge protrudes in a jagged and accidental manner before finally bursting. A modest size of scrap plummeting into the chamber.
HSsss... A weak noise emanates from the freshly fallen heap.
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Post by Kman on Oct 22, 2019 14:13:26 GMT -8
The brute gave a snort as he stood, having been investigating some of the damage that had occurred, curious on if it was what Richard wanted, or not. IN the short time since he had (as far as all systems had shown) been able to best the Life Virus, the sales for the Animus Syndicate's series modeled after K-414 had begun to steadily rise in popularity, and due to that, Richard had begun to send K-414 out on tasks that weren't quite equipped to his skillset.
All the same, he went along with it for the sole potential of being able to run into something exciting again. Whether it was another one of those Life Viruses... or Genesis, or even Rosso, the beast wanted to unleash the contained anger that swirled within him like a hungry wolf. He heard the shouting from some distance away, but paid it little mind. "What am I looking for, again?" he demanded.
RAM: Survivors, if at all possible. This whole area is in ruins. There may be some that we can help.
"I'll help them by deleting them," the slavering beast growled, stomping forward through the wreckage.
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 22, 2019 15:32:19 GMT -8
Mary stood anew. Rejuvenated, she cracked her neck both ways and pointed her saber to the rubble pile on the floor.
"You've kept your promise afterall. I'm astonished, yet do not think this makes me hate you any less. I shall lend you my strength for this, but think of yourself as no more than an acquaintance. Even that is an honor for a bugged disaster such as yourself."
From behind her, sabers materialized into existence to form a circle around her. Following the lead of the saber in her hand, they flew and surrounded the rubble pile, creating largely open some of sabers all pointing towards the unknown entity.
"I'm sick of the games. Come out slowly or I won't hesitate fight. It has been a long day and I cannot wait for what comes next."
Her face was expressionless. Her eyes were cold. Everything she said, she meant, and it could be felt by everything in the room that she's ready to take anything on that crosses her path, even PlagueMan if necessary.
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Post by Shast on Oct 22, 2019 19:32:03 GMT -8
Slypner
K-414 traversed heap after harrowing heap. Bounding effortlessly over strewn reaver corpses and tossing aside those unfortunate enough to have died in his way that he was simply too frustrated to jump over. Minutes overtake the hour, and finally, signs of life. Yet not one but two blunt traces. To the north a faint smoke trail traces the sky; and to the north-east of him his scent scanners pickup some... familiar signatures.
The blades surround the pile, its only response a meek twitching of thin strip of metal, light shade of green and roughly an arms length. A finger, an arm, a leg? Some kind of weapon?
Without time to act on thought a dim humming reverberated the chamber. As it grew louder the dreaded feeling of weakness began to overtake Mary once more. Plagueman as well not only observing but succumbing to a drastic slowing of their processes. The rejuvenating operation slowing, before grinding to a halt altogether! Mary's blades fade and disperse, and she herself collapsing in on herself yet again.
The humming drags the moment into a fleeting feeling of eternity before regressing into silence once more. The duos strength returning as sound departs.
Meanwhile, the scrapheap, nor the thing inside, has yet to noticeably move beyond a twitching of that... thing. sss...
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Post by Gaia on Oct 22, 2019 21:02:39 GMT -8
PlagueMan.ERR
It wasn't soon after PlagueMan's demand that the creature fell from its hiding place, and not too long after that did his new "acquaintance" summon an arsenal of blades. PlagueMan noted them, perplexed and somewhat intrigued, while also noting the vileness in her voice. Even as he had healed her wounds, and proved he meant no harm - still she labeled him with violence? He hid his displeasure and glared forward as the drumming sound intensified.
PlagueMan felt the force of the effect crashing down on him. Immediately, Genesis, Embera, Slypner (wherever he may be) and even Mary would feel the effects of the crushing weight upon PlagueMan's form. His own body was not all that weakened as the force was distributed, but the sickeningly oppressive slowing of their processes was evident.
He felt their pain, and widened his eyes as he also realized that the pain traveled through his systems and into them. Why? Did he not retract his data from each of them? Genesis made sense, but, he could feel the other navis, and their own data pouring into his body to easily distribute the pain. He grimaced and took a knee, more at the sickening feeling as he realized that he still didn't have full control of his systems than at the pain. He could see in his peripheral that his current reaction to this realization was far different from his original response - his despondency was replaced by rage; his concern replaced with conviction; his desire to ensure his friends were not hurt by removing himself replaced by ensuring his means of survival were not further endangered by removing the source. Somewhere, within his own mind, PlagueMan fought against this.
Somewhere, within his own mind, PlagueMan lost.
At that moment, he released his virulence into the air around him. Red code streamed off of his being in waves, rapidly warping his environment into a sheet of static that warped the shapes, hues, and properties of the code into something drastically different with each passing second. He was, to put it bluntly, unamused.
"Fine, then," the collective hissed, his broken voice a hoarse cacophonous melody of static, broken and extended audio files and more. He exerted his force over the glitched code around him and forced his own errors onto the sheet of metal protecting the creature, intending first to remove its shield, and then to deal with what was underneath.
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