"Hm. So this is the everfamous OEL. I can't understand how they are so much more advanced than us."
"They are more advanced from us on different things."
"Is that so? How come no one raided them like they raided our facility in Aelfort City?"
"They haven't raided them YET, Thorn, and we do not know when how or if it will happen."
"Uh. I thought you were the guy to know it all."
K907 rolled his eyes at a very smug looking purple dragon. The only reason he brought the guy with him was to make sure no one interrupted him when he tried to get some sort of appointment with OEL representatives. "Alright, you stay around here, make sure the area is secure. Don't speak, don't touch anything, don't break anything. It's an order."
Thorn grinned, showing his fangs. "10-4, 10-7." The lizard replied before giving the K-Unit his shoulders. The Pure Poison navi walked over to the nearest wall he could safely lean on and simply stood there, arms crossed. Nothing to do but wait and see if Fluffbut would manage to do whatever they came here to do.
The jackal kept on walking, his paws faintly tip tapping on the floor. He was looking for a reception or sorts. Or a Mr.Prog, or a navi with a OEL badge. Anything he could speak to, objectively speaking.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2018 16:32:43 GMT -8 by Nightshade
The OEL was largely quiet at this point. The normal daily visitors were bustling around the area while enjoying the many unique technologies that the advanced organization had on showcase, but official OEL Navis were strangely absent, minus a handful that were already thoroughly occupied with other visitors. This remained the case until K907 gets close enough to the main counter to notice something. Or, in this case, someone. Leaning on the wall nearest the counter with his arms set at his sides as if in his pockets, a Navi dressed in mirrored-green armor with a tinted visor takes note of the jackal-Navi's search for an official and perks up, nodding to him as he takes notice.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 11:29:22 GMT -8
The K-Unit turned over to the location of the voice. "Uuuuh. Greetings. I would like to schedule an appointment with an OEL representative, if you please." He kindly asked, patiently waiting to see what this navi was going to do. "I'm K-907. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister." He added, bowing slightly in respect.
From time to time, he would throw a look over Thorn, just to make sure the purple darkloid wasn't making any trouble. The navi in question was where the jackal had left him, which was good.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 11:37:03 GMT -8
The K-Unit looked around for a moment. "Uhm, I'm afraid it's rather confidential, Sir. I am not allowed to disclose any information at this time. Hence the reason for an appointment in a more...private location." The jackal replied, observing the navi in green intently. While K907 did not find a OEL id on the guy, he wasn't one who jumped to conclusions.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 12:06:07 GMT -8
The jackal blinked a few times, then nodded. "Well...this is rather unexpected. But thank you kindly, sir."
He turned around and waved at Thorn, who got up from his spot and walked over to the K-Unit.
"So...what did they tell you?" The poisonous darkloid asked as the two slowly made their way in the hallway.
"The "Lead Researcher" has a free spot so we could go on ahead. 16th door on the left. Unlocked." The jackal told his partner. After another minute of silent walking, the dragon spoke again.
"...Am I the only one who smells a trap?" He asked to no one in particular.
"...No. Do we have any other options?"
The two arrived at the specified location moment's later. Before Thorn could step in, K907 raised his arm in front of the dragon's scaly chest and knocked on the door frame twice. Then, the two waited for someone to come.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 12:26:05 GMT -8
Both of the navis looked at eachother, then entered the room. Not wanting to advance further, Thorn mimcked his partner and stood at the opposite side of the doorway, silent. While the jackal took care of the talking he simply limited himself to stand arms crossed to the side. He looked around for any glints, any signs any movement be it visual or through the air. He was on full alert ready to spring up in case something bad happened.
K907 cleared his voice. "Uhm. Please excuse the intrusion, the receptionisit in green armor told us there was an open spot he could settle us into right now. I'm K-907 and this is my partner Thorn. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir."
...a loud, sharp, metallic sound bursts out from the position of the man at the desk, causing the curtains to flutter slightly. As they flutter, light comes into the room in small amounts to reveal the surroundings a little better. Along the walls are shelves, and on these shelves... are top hats. Literally hundreds of top hats line the walls, each identical to the next in every way. In each of the corners is a coat-rack, and each rack is heavy-laden with identical black overcoats. Next to each of these coat racks is an umbrella basket filled with metal canes in duplicate and white leather gloves. The entire office is adorned in black formal ware, as is the man who now turns to K-907 and Thorn as the door closes... and locks... behind them.
Tuttle: You there! Uninvited but not unwelcome guests!
Professor Tuttle looks on with a stern, authoritarian scowl and points a white-gloved finger at the two Navis now standing in his office.
Tuttle: What is your reality today? What hopes and dreams keep you afloat in the meager droning of everyday life and all of the pitfalls and desires that it may hold? What driving force allows you to continue on the same path that you walk day in and day out without divergence from the final goal for which you seek, be that goal overt and held out as a light before you or hidden from your sight by the cares and worries of everyday life? What trait, be it natural or refined by countless years of effort and the sweat of your very own brow, makes you worthy of your own life, as well as the lives of those about you?
Tuttle slams the end of his cane into the tile floor, generating another sharp "PING".
Tuttle: Or perhaps you are one of the unfortunately privileged few that were given the beauty of life on a silver platter, missing the fiber of such a miraculous meal by simply growing fat on the reined and sweetened yolk? What pedestal have you been placed upon, and how thoroughly will you smash when that pedestal inevitably crumbles beneath you, lowering your visage to the ground itself, to join the dirt that you even now tread on beneath your feet? What hope for you is there in the face of your ironic fate? The immortality of a Navi is as much an illusion as the immortality of man! You too will see a final end, but rather than rot you will see rust, and instead of decay it will be entropy of your very data! Prepare now for this day! Walk upon the corpses of those who have gone before you and prepare to meet your own demise! This is what it means to be a Navi, this is what it means to be a man!
Another loud "PING" resounds as Tuttle turns to the side and faces the right wall, walking to it and standing with his face just inches from one of his many top-hats.
Tuttle: Your very uniqueness is simply a random conglomeration of uniformity; none that you see or know shall ever be unique, and none shall ever be truly special! Heed my warnings, simple ones: your hopes and dreams are lost already, as their very basis has no meaning. Find then solace in your homogeneous basis! For as you have nothing truly unique, the same can be said of all others around you! We are all the same being choosing to wear a different mask rather than admit to being one in all things! Our very souls are united, yet we forever seek separation, followed by a degree of unity that only we choose! Our very nature is a paradox to itself; one that we propagate with our own ideals and dreams; dreams which shall never come to pass!
Outside, Edge sits with his feet on the main desk, resting his head on his folded arms as he smiles a knowing smile and talks to himself under his breath
Edge: Give a bunch of nothing when I ask why you want to talk to someone, well I can make sure you get a whole PILE of nothing back.
Edge then looks at his arm and raises the plate on it again... revealing no scheduling pad, no advanced computational device, nothing but his arm.
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 13:27:51 GMT -8
K907 remained stoic through the man rather...extravagant speech. Thorn was surprising calm as well. If there was something he trusted, was his partner. The K-Unit could sense a tint of grief coming form the dragon. Thorn had lost his brother for a while now and while he shook it off most of the time, it was clear that it hurt him. Alot.
The jackal stepped forward. "Sir, we are not here to find immortality. It is not our intention to subvert the status quo but preserve it, preserve the peace both our kinds ejoyed until the recent events. We admit that is not always an easy task and mistakes were made. We are machines, but by no means we are perfect. If our life will be needed to protect the ones of the humans, or anyone else then we will gladly make that sacrifice. We value life before any other thing, some of us know first hand how hard losing a loved one feels. How excrutiating the pain is."
The analitical navi bowed deeply at the scientist. "We are only here to plead for OEL's help, sir, if you would spare a moment to listen to what we have to say. We harbor no ill will, nor we want to endanger this facility or their inabitants. Human or navi alike."
Tuttle whips around and points his cane at K-907's face with his free arm folded behind his back, looking him dead in the eye as he continues.
Tuttle: And who are you to say that the status quo is a concept that is inherently worthy of salvation? Life, be it organic or synthetic, must continue to adapt and move forward through everyday life and into a brighter and more advanced tomorrow. We must progress in all that we do, and greet the next great and wondrous innovation to rise from the ashes of a beaten and lost yesterday, a past that even now shackles the future in an endless dance of regret and hope! To do anything less is a lie not only to ourselves, but to those around us, to our progeny, to the very life and future of all that exists!
Tuttle swiftly drops his cane back to his side in a manner similar to a fencing master parrying a thrust, and slams it into the ground with a sharp "PING" once again.
Tuttle: But then why fight for that future at all? Why risk all that is for the sake of preserving all that may eventually be? A future is certain with or without our constant and ineffectual interfering, that is a foregone conclusion that both man and machine wrestle with in their quietest and darkest moments of contemplation. So what, then, is the point of making the struggle? Why do we not hold fast to the wise words that state "this too shall pass" in our endless writing against the iron jaws of fate and destiny itself? Is it to find the deeper meaning that we all believe in our deepest hearts and souls we are destined to obtain? Or is it that we seek to defy our fate by creating meaning within ourselves? Can we ever truly know? No. And this is why your actions and passions are inherently meaningless: your machinations are as permanent as the waves on the sea; they travel their distance, crash against the shore, and disappear from this world. Billions upon billions of waves may create a difference in the seashore and change the very shape of the land, but one? Even a true tsunami crashing against the shore only causes change for a moment, and not even that change registers as a reflection on the grand hourglass of time. And what change is brought if even a single grain of sand is taken from this hourglass? None! It is less than a grain of sand amid a desert, and far less meaningful. No, it takes mountains of this sand to change a landscape, and even then the very wind itself blows it away on a whim! Such is your fate, such is my destiny! Give care, and lend understanding to these words if you can; even the greatest city will some day fall to ruin, and even the most brilliant mind will fade. Our worship of the finite and fragile is the cause of our pain and suffering; it is what leads to the sadness that you even now feel. For it is sadness that ignites fear or anger, and your anger or fear that even now compels you to change the outcome of that which you even now cannot understand. Your fear and anger betray you, for that bring no utility or hope to your future. Instead they chain you to the past, and keep you from understanding the progress that you even now seek to bar. Release your shackles, view the problem from above, and perhaps then you will understand the gravity of that which you hope to change, and the weight of that which you seek to preserve!
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 14:32:54 GMT -8
K907 stood back up, silent. Looking over to Thorn. The dragon scoffed, annoyed. Even though K907 tried to stop him, the dragon walked over snout by face with the scientist. "Look pal. We did not come here for a lecture in philosophy. We want to save lives so that those very lives can choose to bring about the change you speak of or not. It is not about us. We are here because if we don't do something, there won't he anything to change or not change at all. While you may like it, the majority of navis and people do not share your ideas. You guys at OEL created the way to manipulate Space, and we are here to plead for you to lend us said Spatial power or whatever it is so that we can help people live."
"With all due respect, the matter is simple. We know you created the guy who fought Rosso in Element City. We know you possess the kind of tecnology needed to allow someone to bend reality as he did. We simply ask if you're willing to share said power or not. Nothing more, nothing less. If you cannot help us for whatever reason, we will have to find someone else who can as we clearly cannot sove things alone."
The K-Unit face pawed. Great. They might as well walk out of OEL now. Thorn's impatiente pretty much screwed them, the jackal was sure.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2018 14:35:34 GMT -8 by Nightshade
Tuttle once again raises his cane and slashes it through the air, pointing it at Thorn as he looks on with a scowl.
Tuttle: And who are you to say who among us have the privileged right to determine who lives and who meets their final demise at the hands of fate and destiny? What power is great enough to give you authority over such a weighty and important power? No, you seek to impose your will on others, defying fate in a manner identical to those that you wish to fight against at its very core. Your righteousness is nothing more than petty self-righteousness, re-branded because a few preserve and match up with your personal will. Death and life are beyond your grasp, as they should be; within the mortal hand that grasps such power is nothing more than destruction, regardless of how it's used. Your desire is to manipulate not space or time, but fate and destiny themselves! They are that which you rage against, they are that which you attempt to take into your own hands. And what will change if you do? Will you give a brief glimpse and breath of hope to a dying world? Will you extend the history that we even now live within by so much as an additional moment? And what advantage is this to anyone in the grand scheme of reality itself? Our Just as the moon orbits our world, and our insignificant planet revolves around the sun, and the sun itself revolves around a cataclysmic celestial body that we cannot comprehend which itself may revolve around an even greater truth, your meaningless attempts to stop change are nothing more than a speck before a tyranical and endless march of time! Stop focusing on that which lies before your face and look to the insurmountable truth that lies just beyond your own pitiful goals; look to the future, be it bright or be it dark! In your own hands is nothingness, and you seek more nothingness to say that you have something, but in the end it will all be for naught; you will lose all that you do not have and gain despair in a bitter and unyielding trade! Your every desire is disaster to another, and the desires of others are disaster to you! Find the truth in this situation and follow that rather than your own desires! Find the absolute in a world where nothing is absolute; discover the depths of greatness that only nothingness itself can offer you in your darkest and most downtrodden moment!
Tuttle once again whips his cane downwards and slams it into the tile floor with a loud "PING".
Post by Nightshade on Aug 19, 2018 15:07:05 GMT -8
K907's full processing power was being used to try and make a sense of all of this. He was trying to find speech patters...something...anything that could aid their cause. Meanwhile, Thorn was about to try and sock the guy in the face. If only he wasn't a holo-wait.
The dragon looked down at the tile floor. The guy had been smacking the same tile over and over, making a distinct sound.
Don't look what it's in your face. Look from up above to get the full view.
Thorn squatted down, examining the tile Tuttle had been poking with his stick. Was there more to it than what he and 907 thought? Was that more than just this guy's theatrical's speech?