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Post by Shast on Feb 4, 2018 19:27:10 GMT -8
Slypner Slypner, guided by his duplicate Mr.Prog enters this into the derelict waste of Junos ruin through a back alley that spills into the Netopian forest lightly. While under no personal scrutiny himself, the Mr.Prog looked the part an undernet denizen.
The town was once known as "L'internet Du'soir" in bygone years. It's nightly ambience replaced by a sunset vibe. It's french style architecture replaced by a foreign, almost alien, style. Technological marvels of Junos reign litter even the rooftops yet the few locals Slypner passes pay them no mind.
The duo walk down alley after alley, popping into main thoroughfares only as required and as quickly as possible. Their goal a scrapyard near the northern edge of town where the undeletable pieces of technology were disposed of.
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Post by Shast on Feb 6, 2018 5:05:26 GMT -8
Slypner Milliseconds to seconds, minutes to hours, or perhaps later. The passage of time flows stranger in the digital realm and some servers operate at different tick paces than others. Nevertheless Slypner and his broken escort arrive to the scrapheap unfettered and unharmed. Before them sprawls the colossal chasm that makes up the yard. It's surrounded on all sites via some veil of purple energy barring this central gate. It churns and swirls with an energy similar to the bronzed skyline above. While unguarded, this central access-way into the yard is closed off by a steel horizontally opening door.
Uncharacteristically quiet the Mr.Prog goes forward without a word. It inserts its little arm into a socket, and in a few ticks the door opens without argument. The program stands to the side, and allows Slypner entry to the plethora of technology the town dumped after Junos mad crusade.
He slides his eyes from left to right, surveying the debris from above. To be denied destiny. A second chance, in time. lazily addressing no one. The painter begins sifting through the wreckage, making mental note of what could be useful down the road, but looking for one thing specifically...
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Post by Shast on Feb 11, 2018 1:30:31 GMT -8
Slypner Piece by piece the scavenger scours the heap. Taking notes and sketches of each interesting hunk of technology he comes across. From hulking defenders to weaponry of alien origins. Slypner stops, collecting a few choice software datas from one of the smaller scrap piles. A treatise on accelerating processor speed techniques and an encrypted data respectively. The latter typically resides behind several firewalls and this ones defenseless state piques the scientists interest. A project for another time. he thinks, carrying forward.
Meanwhile, at the entry, the duplicated Mr.Prog remains silent and unmoving. From down the southern road comes two Normal model navis of red and green coloration respectively. The duo glances back and forth down each alley and eventually catch glimpse of the dingy green helper. Their walk turns into a sprint and within moments are upon the little doppelganger.
Who are you?! How did you get this gate open?! Filly I told you it was a bad idea to take a burger break! the green one shouts to the Mr.Prog, then his red compatriot.
Ah Jeese Rando I thought no one could or WOULD crack this door! I mean, no one wants this stuff! He frantically cobbles together an excuse. Then stuffs his face with what remains of his burger.
The little green droid cares little for these two and remains silent. Not even acknowledging their existence.
Why'd you do it!? Who do you work for?! Rando angrily shouts at the droid. Then slaps it with his burger. Getting buns and mustard all over its head.
Yeah! We have a job to do and you make us look bad! Fess up! Filly pipes in, almost pleadingly.
Mr.Prog does not care. He just floats there. Doin' his 'thang'. Mustard dribbling down its head.
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Post by Shast on Feb 16, 2018 1:33:49 GMT -8
Slypner The duo continue, but the scrapheap of a program just idles in apathy. It isn't until Filly catches glimpse of a brown mass moving through the yard that he shoves the program aside. Rando look! There's someone in there! He ain't alone!
Randos eyes widen. Well go get em you dunce! he orders, and Filly obeys. He leaps into the yard and begins looking for the source.
Meanwhile Slypner, having been made aware of the duo due to the sheer volume of their interrogation, rounds a pile that shields him and the path from the gate above them. He grabs a weapon out of the pile, a polearm of dull grey with a serrated blade.
...moments pass, the green navi rounds the be- *shink!* he's immediately impaled through the torso by the serrated blade. Slypner carries it forward at an angle to jam the weapon into the ground. Pinning Filly to the ground and allowing the aquatic navi of apathy a moment of concentration as the air around him liquifies. As the Green navi opens it smouth to scream a torrent of frigid black liquid jams itself into the opening. In a grotesque display Filly is filled to bursting and seconds later his entire frame hardens as the water drops low enough to freeze.
Solitude returned Slypner resumes his search. He will not have to scour long, as nearby are several scrapped teleporters. His target in sight Slypner begins sketching and acquiring the files he requires...
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Post by Shast on Feb 19, 2018 16:33:49 GMT -8
Slypner tick tick tick Time crawls by and Randos patience quickly dissolves. FILLY, DID YOU FIND HIM?! he barks, his voice filling every nook and cranny of the scrapyard. Yet no one answers. A bead of sweat forms on his brow and dribbles down. FILLY! he shouts once more. Only his echo responds.
The pale Mr.Prog bobs up and down beside him, its expression of pure apathy towards Randos growing worry for his friend. Grr... What happened to him?! his temper flares with a sudden left hook into the gate, leaving an imprint of his knuckles on its metal frame.
Slypner had taken his time sketching documenting, and filing the teleporters before finally approaching them proper. He meticulously takes one apart looking for a specific piece of software: A transport matrix, rather plain sounding but Junos non-net based origins made this device rather unique with momentous applications. He also collects several links of wire and metal scraps. Tucking them within his cloak with the small contraption from the Villadebogues.
His simple task completed the small artist begins to make his way back to the front gate yet halts and perks an eyebrow at Rando. His increasingly worrying demeanor told Slypner all he needed to know about the navi. None of it mattered of course.
Slypner snaps his finger and the Mr.Progs eyes turn a sharp red. It begins viciously headbutting Rando over and over while gradually turning an intense white. What?! Rando fights back swatting the tiny program repeatedly. The nearly broken droid responds by shaking vigorously and exploding in a large radius. Incinerating Rando and breaking the barrier of the scrapyard...
With nothing to prevent his leisure departure, Slypner walks up and out. Then leaves Limmous the same way he came.
/thread.
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