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Post by Nightshade on Mar 27, 2018 7:30:08 GMT -8
Nightshade lightly tip tapped his way over to the edge of the cliff overlooking the still burning Elelment City, his feet paws barely making any sounds. He quietly sat down on the edge, dangling his feet off of the cliff. The cat navi's tail waved in slow gentle arcs as he just silently contemplated the view. Nightshade's mind flashed back to previous happenings, smiling softly as he remembered the first times he met Thrash...Inori. Heh...Nightcat. He usually didn't like being called cat, but he could make an exception for her.
Turning his head over the horizon, Nightshade simply enjoyed the warm spring breeze. It was a nice day. Finally some time to rest after all the bad happenings. So Rosso was behind his infection. That was the reason he could use Greiga's powers...until now. It looked like his body lacked the strength needed to reactivate the form. It probably got triggered due to the large amount of stress he had been in. Still, his body had learned from the experience. His fighting style had changes substantially, but he wasn't at his peak. There was still much to learn.
Remnants, he called them. The pieces of Greiga inside his body and then part of his body. Nightshade had to wonder if Rosso's power was actually copying other's abilities, able to transfer or steal them. Could he too have GetAbility? Impossible. He met the original owner of said ultimate program. Twice no less.
Oh well, for now it looked like he would need to understand himself better. He needed to have a solid base composed of well refined techniques and trained abilities. If he wanted to compete against the best and actaully protect what he wished to, he needed to ascend beyon whatever level of power he was at right there and now.
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He wondered if she would come. It had been a while since they actually saw eachother. He was quite excited. She meant the world to him and he would hope hw could spend some time alone with her.
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Post by Tiefy on Mar 30, 2018 5:16:52 GMT -8
As usual, you have quite possibly allowed a dangerous chain of events to be set into motion.
The wind's direction seems to shift suddenly and harshly, now blowing at Nightshade's back. Upon this gale, countless motes of sparkling violet drift to and fro - the air is full of this glowing dust, a storm that seems to have formed around him in a matter of seconds. The particles are at once chilling to the bone and yet bestow a sweltering heat that saps the strength from his body. The dust envelops his feet, covering the ground around him...
But that has never been what mattered - otherwise, I would have chastized you long ago, little troublemaker.
Though the wind begins to die down, the dust does not settle, nor does it cease its swirling through the air. Each tiny speck seems to float and drift (frift?) as it possessing a mind of its own - some rising like bright purple embers, others spinning circles around the cliffside, all forming a great chaotic storm that is both vicious to behold and yet oddly soothing to touch...
What matters, of course, is that you have escaped from that wretchedness - though not unharmed. For that, I shall see to it that heads will roll... when the time is right, of course.
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Post by Nightshade on Mar 30, 2018 8:21:54 GMT -8
Nightshade grinned. Such theatrical entrance...and new powers it seemed. His big sister being awesome as usual. "Eh...you know me, Big Sis. To be honest, I think I tried too hard to be a hero, when in reality I'm the furthest thing from one."
Nightshade spun around doing a 180. He wondered what she was up to with all the purple dust floating about. Was she acquiring data from him? He couldn't really see her, but he could feel her clear presence near him. His body had become much more aware in the daemon side of things, but he wasn't truly one yet, was he? After all there were many things about daemons he ignored. He had always looked at their, and now his, powers without thinking of the other side of the spectrum. What being a daemon actually meant. What dos and don'ts he shared with his much more wise sister.
"I'm...sorry I disobeyed you. I really wished to, I wish to, make you...proud of me. I want to let you see that the spark of life you gave me isn't wasted. But there was this something...when we were linked...that told me to survive. No matter the cost. It was a pressing need, something that was nagging at me all the time. Something...above all. It kept pushing me to survive rather than pursue my target."
It was then that Nightshade realized, Thrash's voice wasn't her usual one. Or at least, it was different. She was speaking to him, he could hear her clearly, but it wasn't the voice he was used to hear. It was the same voice he heard in his mind after she linked herself with him. Was he now sharing some sort of telepathic connection? Or he coudn't simply hear her actual voice without a strong connection present?
"And I just realize now what you've been trying to tell me. Better late than never I guess..." It seemed like his body was responding to the violet dust. He found himself mutating again. It didn't...hurt, this time. Even though his body exposed the intricate purple veins and five dark red cores he was actually made of, bathed in a sea of bluish purple Dark Matter. It wasn't the usual TrashCross he'd use in battle. It was something else entirely. Just like a few hours before. He could actually hold his Daemon form without energy being drained from him. It felt...weird, but oddly good. Usually, painful mutation would occur when his body acquired more daemonic properties. He wasn't sure of it yet, he would have to ask her about it, but he could have very well experienced another shift that made him less navi and more Daemon during those stressful moments in the NIA building. "... I am sorry for making you worry about me so much all the time."
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Post by Tiefy on Apr 14, 2018 8:41:18 GMT -8
...I am not simply conjuring this storm for dramatic effect, and I actually do not know how long I can keep it maintained. You do realize we are still being monitored by the NIA, yes?
...Now that she mentions it, Nightshade's PET comms appear to be experiencing connection errors and difficulty with sending or receiving signals. Is this impromptu sandstorm some kind of communication-dampening chaff cloud?
Furthermore, this storm also happens to be highly visible, meaning that its purpose of masking my presence in the network is not going to matter once somebody bothers to look for the big purple angry cloud. So I suggest that we either move, or else make this conversation brief and concise. Also the fingers on this armor are terrible for clinging to the cliff-side, so I'd rather wrap this up before I fall off.
...Ah. That would explain why Nightshade hasn't seen Thrash yet - he hasn't looked down.
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Post by Nightshade on Apr 14, 2018 9:09:51 GMT -8
The little daemon nodded, turning off the Isolator and removing the batteries powering it. "Right, right. Isolator powered down. Took the battery out. As per a new location, I know exactly the place. Just hop up here! It's not that far. Private Network, super high security."
It was at that moment that Nightshade realizes something. "This armor...fingers..." Last he knew the Eidolon didn't have fingers. He turned around and stepped out of the way so that his big sister could climb up.
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