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Post by Gaia on Apr 24, 2022 13:19:41 GMT -8
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A woman with a professional air makes her way into the OEL's headquarters, carrying a small, pencil-thin tablet in the crook of one elbow and using her other hand to carry a secure briefcase, attached to her wrist by a strong cord to keep it secure. Her face was calm and collected, a gentle smile upon her lips, and artificial colors graced her eyes and hair; illustrious and prominent pink, which fit her quite well.
Approaching the desk, she glanced around the space; this was the first time she had come here in person, but, it was not the first time she was here through other means. It was as impressive as the reports she had been given, of which she could expect nothing less; truly, the pinnacle of digital technology is represented within this building, and the potential of its growth is continuously researched here and in places around it. Why, then, did she always seem to be alongside those that would study a technology that this world has deemed unnecessary? It was her greatest curiosity, to be researching and advancing the technology least likely to see much growth beyond its infancy, and yet to be so fanatically devoted to it due to the thoughts of a single man's genius.
Such lofty things were not the reason of her visit, however. Her situation was quite dire, and who she had thought would be an ideal option for their salvation was no longer available, rather curiously so. As she made it to the desk, she placed the briefcase down on top of it to rest her arm for a moment, and glanced with her smile at the person on the other end.
"Hello. I go by the name of Heartless in my particular fold," she introduces with a smile, cordial but succinct. "I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a predicament that needs somewhat discrete assistance, as quickly as it can be provided. I'm a woman of science, of a study that is not typically supported, if that helps the decision any. Oh," she pauses, her voice raising for a second, and then she lowers it to a whisper, as if to make sure her next piece was well understood to be as serious as it was dire. "There are lives at risk. Lives of people I care about. So, please."
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 24, 2022 18:39:05 GMT -8
The Navi behind the desk has his back turned to Heartless as she has her say, working with something, and doing some sort of research. He holds up a finger as if to say "just a moment" and shuffles through his work, before finally turning around... and greeting her with a smile.
Edge: ....sorry kid, noone else is available, so it looks like you just lost Sharoian roulette.
....Just then, what sounds like an explosion resounds in the area beyond the desk, and a number of Navis and researchers rush in that general direction. A moment later, smoke steadily pours out of the hallway that they'd just gone down.
Edge: ...I neither confirm nor deny that what's going on back there is due to my allegedly searching the database for "weapons of mass destruction".
Edge then slams his pile of documents on the counter, folds his hands in front of himself, and leans over the counter with a large smile.
Edge: Now what can I do for you, Ms.Sora?
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Post by Gaia on Apr 24, 2022 18:57:14 GMT -8
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The individual behind the desk was a Navi clad in green armor, one that she did recognize from her studies of the events of the Net alongside her associates. She watched with unabashed interest as the individual fiddled with the papers, raising an eyebrow as he raised his finger at her, apparently on a schedule all his own.
She sighed to herself, rolling her eyes. At the end of the day, even digital children will still just children. She chuckled under her breath, and, for her credit, only just slightly winced at the unexplained explosion. She was used to those, but didn't know to expect them in this environment. Given the individual behind the desk, it at least confirmed her previous thought. Eyes glittering, she appreciated that she at least wouldn't be bored while trying to seek out her help.
Leaning forward just a tad, she turned her attention first towards the pillar of smoke, speaking lowly. "If I may be so bold, allegedly, if you are looking for weapons of mass destruction from a digital perspective, then the value of an infinite feedback loop cannot be ignored. Using command protocols, you could theoretically program a system that crafted two units and then a third defunct unit with a built-in error check system that causes explosive termination of errors that are produced. An infinite feedback loop that creates 2 units, then a defunct unit that is destroyed, infecting one of the other units while the feedback loop continues, creating an infinite number of low-grade explosions," she whispered, carefully explaining the implications of it, and then pulled herself back from his ear, smiling like a loving mother that just gave her child a wonderful science project idea. "Allegedly, of course."
She shifted her shoulders to center herself, quite unable to prevent herself from the fun presented, and took a deep breath, centering herself. "As for my concerns: A fair collection of my associates are in something of a precarious situation. When the catastrophe from before shorted out large portions of the Net, it impacted my links to my people in orbit, and complications that followed have since completely knocked out their power interface. They are effectively completely isolated, and do not have any digital ports to access the Net on their facility due to the nature of the research we were conducting. While their emergency life supplies are present, the nature of the event has completely disabled their environmental control unit, and they are going to run out of oxygen without outside supports. As the only individual left on the ground, I need assistance to ensure that I don't endanger myself when I go to retrieve them."
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 24, 2022 19:18:11 GMT -8
Heartless gives her explanation as to one possible answer to Edge's problems, and amazingly the Navi listens to her. However, he then starts to rifle through his papers while looking mildly annoyed.
Edge: I actually did consider that, but the problem is...
Pausing for just a moment, Edge lets out an "ah" and pulls out a picture of a sweet looking young girl wearing a pink dress and two butterfly hair ornaments on either side of her face.
Edge: Iris. Any time you start a feedback loop like that, she shows up in the background in like... 0.00001 seconds and ends the process. I'd have to start thousands of these little buggers going all at the same time to have any hope of even making a dent. And even then, that's really a pretty boring way to go about it, too.
Edge takes the image, and looks at it with an annoyed expression before putting it back in his portfolio.
Edge: Seems like she always manages to spoil my fun. But enough about my alleged aspirations, let's talk about your problem.
Edge takes his hands and slides all of his paperwork off of the counter and towards himself. The files then hit the floor and explode into a small flurry of paper, a flurry that Edge doesn't even bother to look at.
Edge: ...well, that's 5 hours of research down the drain. But anyway; let's talk.
To start with, I know that the OEL is well known for having a.... "unique".... reputation, but we aren't the old government-funded-zero-oversight labs that we once were; we're a Navi development place, and not much else. We don't have rockets or space-wide networks, so I'm not actually sure how we can help out. That said; do you have anything in mind?
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Post by Gaia on Apr 24, 2022 19:32:54 GMT -8
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She cranes her neck to look over the counter at the young girl Edge presents to her, clicking her tongue. While a pretty enough girl, it was a disappointment that she would ruin Edge's fun in such a way, indeed. While she had never seen her before, the name Iris did ring a bell; so, this was one such manifestation of the Net's most powerful protection entities, was it? How intriguing. "If she is guaranteed to arrive under such an endeavor, would it not be easy to trap her? Or is her connection to the Net more powerful than that?" she mused out loud, shaking her head. It seemed easier for her to be distracted than normal; it was quite unlike her, when she was on business, to be this way.
Perhaps it was because she has been separated from her kids for so long, she reasoned. Edge's antics and lack of organization reminded her of her youngest, and, of course, his diligence and ingenuity reminded her of her prodigy.
While his explanation of how their hands were tied did make her a little upset, it was a completely reasonable explanation, and somewhat expected. That just meant that the plan she had expected to follow would be the path to go. As Edge returned to her the scene for explaining any idea she may have, Heartless raised and referenced her briefcase.
"While it is unfortunate that you don't have a rocket, as that would make this easier, I did come prepared for that eventuality. Expectant of it, truly. Your specialization as a navi development facility, and your overall familiarity with Net technology in general, makes you perhaps the best qualified for the job I have in mind.
"I have a file folder in storage, here. If the usual means to run the folder and access the proxy server it would boot were available, my family's predicam-" she paused, just a second, realizing she had tipped her hand at the importance of this event. Already too far gone, she trudged ahead. She blinked to refocus herself, swiping a hand quickly to bat at a tear, managing her composure. "My family's predicament would not be a problem. I cannot, however. I need assistance in modifying the proxy server so that it runs on the Net, rather than its usual interface, which is what we were researching; I need enough of its structure to be modified so that the Net recognizes it as a part of itself, and the Net will support it, without so much of it modified that the navigators we designed to operate on it will no longer be compatible with it.
"Do you think we can do that?"
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 24, 2022 19:50:16 GMT -8
Edge's eyebrow raises at Heartless' question, a bit surprised that she seems to lack knowledge of the young girl in the picture.
Edge: Iris? Nah, thing is that she's... well, basically everywhere at once. Iris and her brother, Colonel, are individual Navis, but they're kinda' like an underlying force to the net itself. They work quietly in the background, so even if I could kidnap her, it's like going to a mountain-range, picking up a rock, and saying that you just stole the entire mountain
Edge shakes his head and closes his eyes, vexed by the omniscient little girl who probably can see him even now.
Edge: Aaaanyway; yeah, that sounds like something that we can do. In fact, that sounds like something that I can do.
With a mildly sadistic smile, Edge clenches his fists and forms a set of pure-white energy sawblades on his wrists, each one spinning to life with a screaming roar.
Edge: I'm danged good at cutting and splicing!
Edge opens his hands and dispels the blades, his expression dying to something borderline dismissive as he continues.
Edge: But seriously; adapting data is literally one of the OEL's specialties, and we should be able to get you running pretty quickly with a bit of retrofitting. We'll have to look at your data in one of our secure booths for security reasons, but you should be able to be home by dinner.
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Post by Gaia on Apr 24, 2022 20:05:18 GMT -8
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She turns her gaze as Edge explains it, keeping one eye on the picture as he described what the girl in it was like. How very interesting; the two very different worlds that they dabbled in were so alike, and yet so far apart.
Pulled away from it all, though, he gave his display and assured her that it could be done. She was relieved to hear it, truthfully; although, him looking at the data and explaining exactly what they were researching would definitely be somewhat problematic. It was the first time she would be showing this particular piece of technology to anyone not on her team.
"That is great to hear. If you could take me to one of those rooms, I should be able to hook up the portable server modem to one of your units and transmit it into your Network.
"I would like to warn you ahead of time that, if this works, you're going to be watching people transmitting out of your Network into the physical world."
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 24, 2022 20:16:24 GMT -8
Edge takes a step to the side... well, he tries to take a step to the side, but then has to stop and kick his documents out of the way.
Edge: Ahh, must be some of that wave-world mumbo-jumbo that's all the rage nowadays. Not a problem, but a warning for you too; whoever shows up won't be able to actually use any of that freaky techno-magic in the OEL. And if they do somehow manage to... well... let's just say that peroxide is going to be the way to clean your dress once you get home.
Edge leads Heartless into a nearby room. The entire thing is basically a large glass box, except the glass is well over an inch thick. Inside is a console and a number of other strange devices that line the center, all ready to work their magic. As Edge and Heartless enter, the door slides shut and a shielding procedure of some form begins, as a red energy field of some form curtains the room.
Edge: The door's not locked, by the way. You can get out whenever you want.
With that, Edge boots up the main system, and points to one of the terminals, a terminal that has literally hundreds of different types of ports for interfacing, as well as a box that appears to be a "scanner" of some sort.
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Post by Gaia on Apr 24, 2022 20:49:24 GMT -8
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Her eyes widened, a little surprised at the very obvious knowledge that Edge had about the Wave technology; she knew that it was becoming more and more evident, but she hadn't realized it had reached this far, yet. Not that it would ever be as prevalent as digital technology, she figured, but, if nothing else, Wave technology could be used as a basis to expand the parameters of the Net; she was sure of it.
His insistence that it was techno-magic was a little uncalled for, but, she kept that to herself, following behind him as he led the way to the room that she had asked for. Scanning over the space, not exactly pleased with the sudden shrieking sound, Heartless went to work, ignoring the red energy field for the time being.
"When it comes to our "techno-magic," I assure you, my only priority is getting them back to Earth. I should hope to be able to manage my children's behavior, and, with any luck, their father will know better than to attempt anything after the nicety you're showing. In short - thank you, and once we're done, we can discuss how I'll ever go about repaying you," she explained, fiddling with the briefcase. Managing the tri-lock system, she disables the security of the holding case and pulls out a device about the length of her forearm, in the shape of a hexagon; chrome finish with displays that had green and yellow energy racing within it, pulsating around the top of the device in beautiful arrays before they fell down the side.
Working quickly, she sets up the device on the floor and runs a cord from it to the terminal, having designed a number of separate interface modules herself, happy that one of the terminal's ports matched her drive. Activating the device that she brought, she referred to her tablet and poked a few commands, rapidly and expertly typing in information, obviously an expert in what she was doing. The device whirred to life, the lines of light moving more rapidly, and, at her command, the interface was done.
Inside the OEL's system, projected from the device into their Network, a large rendition of a playing card with the title of King appeared, wielding two swords on either end of its reflection, for a total of four, each with a different suite symbol on it. One side of the king was red, the reflection black. The system would recognize it as a pathway into a proxy server, an expansive and automated server access that ran on an entirely different system than what the Net ran on.
"Alright. My end's done. I know that my technology is compatible with the Net, but I need it to be almost indistinguishable from it for it to work. Theoretically, whatever is interfering with the Wave World is looking for very specific signatures, and if individual beings like some of our case studies can interact with the Net, then the Wave World isn't being eradicated from the Net entirely, just being prevented from working outside of it. If whatever it is can be tricked, I'll be able to create enough wave interference for a Noise Wave that they can travel back with, but I need the Noise Wave to look like a bugged Network. Can you manage that?"
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Post by Raven8 on May 3, 2022 7:47:41 GMT -8
As Heartless makes her semi-annoyed response to Edge's "techno-magic" quip, the green-armored Navi looks up with a curious surprise for a second before giving a friendly laugh and waving dismissively.
Edge: Oh, I didn't mean anything about that "techno-magic" stuff; I just like to make light of things. Heck, the fact that I'm here right now is techno-sorcery at the very least.
Edge puts his hands behind the back of his head and stretches before making his way over to Heartless, giving a surprised whistle as she pulls out her equipment.
Edge: Fun looking piece of tech. I'd ask what it does, but that's probably a bit over my head all things considered.
With his comment dropped, Edge saunters over to the console and gives a thumbs up at heartless' comments.
Edge: Sure, can definitely do that. We recently got some data on something called "crimson", so lessening that pattern should give us a good range for sending out a noise wave. And there's a ton of data-debris in our local galaxy right now, so sending out a network that looks bugged as heck should be pretty easy. If you've got any kinda' data-signature or other bit of info on whoever we're looking for, go ahead and upload them now, and then we'll send off the network to nab them and pull them back.
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Post by Gaia on May 4, 2022 13:02:13 GMT -8
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She looked at Edge, a simple smile on her face, like a child that's just been asked to explain his most favorite toy during show-and-tell. "If it weren't for the Dead-Wave-Space we were currently in, I'd be able to show you exactly what it was capable of - essentially, just what I've accomplished in your network, just on a far more local scale. Given the circumstances, it'd be hard to explain it without the showcase, so, it isn't nearly as impressive as it could be," she admitted, and then sat back on her heels.
They had just gotten access to something related to Crimson? Her poker face was strong, her face not at all shifting, but her mind was ablaze, concerned at the thought. There was only one being on the Net, currently, that interacted at all with Crimson with enough regularity that someone should have been able to analyze it enough to work with it, as Edge suggested. They had monitored the presence of another individual that had substantial control over it, but, he vanished almost as quickly as he arrived on the Net, and hadn't been seen, since. Of course, he did operate outside of the Net quite a bit, but, she wasn't sure if the digital side could have monitored that like they were able to.
That meant that either they somehow were able to access the Crimson Satellite before it became inert, which was highly improbable . . . or they had gathered information on her magnum opus, and, far more importantly, her firstborn. How had they accomplished that? What had he gotten himself into? Was he compromised? So many questions, so little time, and no opportunity to make herself any more vulnerable to this company than she already was.
Thinking quickly, she turned back to her device and uploaded a data signature for her more level-headed child's alternate persona, a rigid paragon of strength and vitality. "That's the data signature of one of my own. It should be more than powerful enough on its own to accomplish what you need," she assured them, without stating the second half of her concern: Without putting them at risk of having too much information about her, too.
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Post by Raven8 on May 5, 2022 19:17:43 GMT -8
Edge gives a nod to Heartless and gets to work. On the screen, the code for the network in question begins to build as Edge gives a half-smirk to the scientist.
Edge: You know, the OEL is always looking for new talent, especially someone with knowledge of waves like you have. If you're looking to expand your horizons a bit, I'm sure that the suits up-top would be happy to have you onboard, even if you just want to give a bit of consultation and want a bit more net-tech to help your own stuff out. No pressure, but there's probably an opportunity here if you want it.
A few seconds later, Edge gives one last, dramatic key-stroke, and the red field in the room pulses to life.
Edge: Here we go, the giant claw-machine is active, so drop in your quarters and see if you can hook a kid for yourself!
Despite knowing the severity of the situation, Edge continues to make light as the network goes online and the way home is made.
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Post by Zane on May 6, 2022 18:31:54 GMT -8
Everything seemed to be coming together according to design here, and soon the way home for those who had been stranded would be made. It was working as intended when the kid in question would be able to arrive just fine in the proxy that was created. [smear:C70039]And in the red field that was in the room, a fine red mist would start to form... before a hand would come rolling along the ground. A leg would follow next, and more and more assortments of the body before[/smear:900C3F]-- Everything seemed to be coming together according to design here, and soon the way home for those who had been stranded would be made. It was working as intended when the kid in question would be able to arrive just fine in the proxy that was created. A successful endeavor in order to bring the family back home from their location.
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Post by Gaia on May 6, 2022 19:51:32 GMT -8
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Edge's offer was lost on her for the time being, and she could only smile as it worked - right there in the room, the Noise Wave opened up, her plan coming to fruition. The black tear in reality opened up in the Network, first, and then inside the OEL proper, originating from her device.
Heartless' smile faltered as the red glow of the room suddenly became accentuated by a red mist. A dark, acrid stench hung in the air, with an intensity to the carrion that caused her eyes to water, and her throat to catch on the smell. The thick, red vapor made her clothes feel heavy and splotched her skin, as the scene played out in front of her . . .
. . . when it all finally came back to her, Heartless found herself on her knees, clutching at her chest, breathing heavily. Her eyes were still watery, bloodshot, and strained open, her vision shaking. Her whole chest hurt, and her eyes felt dry, her face cracked with the trails of dried tears, like she had been heaving and crying in near hysteria. It wasn't like her, she remembered, to be that way, and the crushing potential of that memory raced onto her, again, as she began to relive it all . . .
. . . but the room was clean. There wasn't any red in the air. The floor underneath her was dry, and spotless, although it glowed that distinct red from the glow of the machine. That glow had her heart racing, but the distorted sounds and sights in the room slowly refocused as she regained herself, the shattering slam of her heart against her chest slowly calming down. She was aware of a presence behind her, knelt over her protectively, trying to calm her and center her. There was another on her other side, on a knee in front of her, trying to get her to focus on them. Out of the corner of her eye, a small shadow looked at her with disbelief and fear at seeing someone usually so controlled in near hysterics, and in front of her, a foreboding figure stood before it all, watching everything with a face that showed concern . . .
. . . but she knew that poker face too well. Alexander King's form focused in her vision, first, as he looked over it all with concern etched into his skin, but a leer in his very soul as he looked down at her. On her left, she had Tia, the young woman knelt down with one hand on her shoulder, her face in front of her own, trying to get Heartless to look into her eyes. On her right, she had Arthur, the young man protectively behind her, gently supporting her back, trying to get her to calm down.
To the side, disconnected from it all and unsure of what to do, was, of course, young Jack. He looked morbidly affected by this image in front of him, of a woman he knew to be the single most consistent and controlled aspect of his life, reduced to whatever she must look like before him. That alone caused her tears to shore up, the racing of her heart to calm, as she exercised years of training and work to master herself, take control of her thoughts and feelings, and center herself at the moment.
"Hey, hey, I think she's finally come to," Arthur breathed out next to her, and she felt his protective posture lighten up just a tad. Of all of them, though Jack was physically the youngest, he was surely spiritually the youngest. When it came to protecting others and doing what was expected of him, though, he had a way of maturing fairly quickly. The ability to have his head on straight when it was called of him, as it were. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the faintest tear on Tia's face.
"Thank goodness," Tia managed, always trying to be stronger, older than she needed to be, in order to take care of Jack, her true biological brother. She was intelligent beyond her years, but a terrible liar - her emotions always got the better of her. She's learned to shore up everything, so that if she doesn't feel, she can do what needs to be done.
"E-everything alright? You were like . . . acting crazy," Jack spoke up, there. He was trying to process it, she suspected. He only ever showed emotion around Tia, and he was also exceptionally aggressive. A hot-head through and through, she's come to find.
She brought a smile to her face, seeing all of them, here. There was just one missing, of course, and he was the only one without a true physical form. Given everything, it was probably a small blessing he wouldn't be able to join them, here. "I'm alright," she lied, but expertly. Shakily, she brought herself up, Arthur and Tia helping her to her regain her balance. Once she was standing, she dismissed them, and they backed off to give her the reins again. She collected herself and stood with the confidence and control they were all used to. "As much as we may talk about it and sometimes make light of it, I am still currently acting as a mother to all of you; it is only proper for a mother to get emotional as all of her kids, and, of course, their father, turn out to be okay." Her attempt at defending herself was valiant, maintaining her composure now that she had regained it with ease. Alexander was still being uncharacteristically quiet, and she supposed that was because he had company at the time. Edge being just on the opposite side of a glass wall meant that he was under observation.
"Hohoho! It is good to be back where the gravity isn't artificial, that much is to be sure. I must say, Heartless, it is good to see you." The megalomaniac finally spoke up, striding forward to stand next to her. She nodded in welcome to him. The shift in the room as he made himself known was impossible to not notice; Jack shifted away from him, Tia cast her eyes askance, and Arthur moved to be closer to Tia, putting himself between Alexander and Tia.
There were some things that would never change. She was the glue that held this whole operation together. She was relieved that they were all safe. She turned to Edge, nodding towards him. Something in her eyes searched into his, wondering if he saw what she had seen, but unsure if she wanted that confirmation. While she was focused on her family being returned to her for now, she had her thoughts racing on what she had seen before reality seemed to reset itself.
"We are in this individual, and his company's, debt, to say the least, for the safe return of all of you." She gave a careful smile in his direction, realizing how much of her demeanor and composure she had lost over the course of her dealings here, today. She would regather it, she was sure, given time.
In the meanwhile, Alexander stepped forward, looking at Edge. She could see his face, and knew he was trying to discern what to think of it all. "Well, well, to you, then, we owe a great deal. My name is Alexander King - Mr. King, of the King Foundation. I believe I would do well to find some way to repay your services," he offered, obviously thinking of some sort of monetary or service oriented trade.
Heartless already had something in mind, though. She stepped forward to talk to Edge, herself. "That won't be necessary. Mr. Edge and I have already discussed the terms of my repayment for this kindness," Heartless insisted, remembering Edge's offer.
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Post by Raven8 on May 7, 2022 7:51:22 GMT -8
As the scene plays out before Edge, the green-clad Navi just looks on with a neutral-yet positive, largely blank expression on his face. This continues as the red mist fills the room, and an arm rolls over to his feet before disappearing. His expression continues until King gives his introduction and Heartless interjects, at which time his measured response begins
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Edge then looks on with his continued blank stare for a few seconds, leaving it not even clear if he fully realizes that there are others still in the room with him. Finally he snaps out of it and looks to king with a wave.
Edge: Uh, yeah; Edge, one of the OEL's wage-slaves. I'd shake your hand, but I'm now too afraid that you might end up giving it to me as a gift afterwards.
Edge's eyes then glances over to the two "kids" that came back alongside King. His expression never changes as he continues.
Edge: ...oh... sorry about... that. I know a good church around here if you two want to try to wash away what you just heard. Meanwhile, please excuse me while I download a gallon of brain-bleach and try to cope with what in the hell I just saw.
With a wide-eyed nod to everyone in the room, Edge walks over to the computer, prints out a piece of paper for Heartless with the current job description, and walks out of the room with a painted smile before disappearing into the back.
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