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Post by Raven8 on Sept 25, 2018 19:40:54 GMT -8
...first try, only try. In one strange, sudden change of fate, an entire world of hope had been built in a matter of hours, then shattered to the ground in an instant. To one so young, it was as if all hope was crushed. Crushed in the titanic fist of one that he'd learned to look up to in such a short time.
By now, Element City was dark. The day cycle of the network had come to an end, and most lights were shut down for the night. Yet not all light is gone, as evident by a glowing, gray orb moving down the street slowly and aimlessly; lost in thought and mind. He was drained; not just from the fight, but from how thoroughly he'd exerted himself in the face of such threats. He'd never had to do this before, and he didn't know how to express himself through it. Especially in the fact of his outright loss.
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Post by Gaia on Sept 26, 2018 15:54:32 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
In the small sphere's movement throughout the tired, taxed and destroyed Network, they would feel a strange weight hanging in the air. This pressure was not unlike the force that many of the Net's most powerful beings carried with them, and, yet, it was also entirely different all at once - it would be incredibly obvious that the pressure was not from an incredibly potent being. It was more like the pressure exerted felt like an expanse of potential, the scarred network sagging beneath the force of something that could be, and perhaps would one day become . . .
. . . or perhaps, in some ways, already was an incredibly important individual. Down an alley way, the rubble strangely hewed away from the path between the buildings, was a strange, all consuming darkness. The depth of the dark energy was nearly blinding with its brightness, and, yet, the force of the energy wasn't at all oppressive. Somehow, this depraved energy source was somewhat welcoming to those wondering past, its source of being entirely contravening to its exhaust.
The interesting part that the orb may notice was that the debris within the alley way wasn't simply blasted through, destroyed or even moved aside - it was as though the shattered rocks, steel, glass and all other sorts of oddities from what rained to the side was simply removed. Rather than cracks, obvious marks of assault or strain on the rest of the Network, the debris had wounds that more accurately seemed like their very code was eaten away, dark strands of data coiling off what was left behind. Something had outright turned it to data and collected it.
That something was further in, at work with the darkness that suffused the very air, impossible to see from where the sphere floated. Malevolence, given benevolent intent?
What was it?
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Post by xoDeathy on Sept 26, 2018 21:20:02 GMT -8
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A set of high heels entered the scene of the broken--in two ways--city. A good distance away from the phenomenon occuring a few blocks down, the pink haired Navi scanned building to building with her dark pink eyes. She often dusted her black top from the dust it collected in the filth of the area, which was even worse on her white garter and black accent skirt. Thankfully she wore black gloves down to her elbows.
It wasn't hard to notice she was there yet, her presence was completely unhidden. But with the distance between the strange occurrences and her, finding one another would require an active search for the other.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 27, 2018 9:35:57 GMT -8
As the two strange occurrences ring out beside and in the distance in front of Unity, the gray orb once again displays his Navi form within; obviously disturbed as he looks in both directions. In the alley was a dark disturbance, and somewhere nearby someone was walking around the network for unknown reasons; a network that should, for all intents and purposes, be uninhabited for the time being.
The young OS steels his nerves, looking both directions apprehensively but with a brave face. He lacked the strength to fight either should they become a threat, but the odd force to his side was almost... inviting... by contrast. And so, rather than risk a chance meeting, he makes his way down the alleyway and looks to the strange rift in silence, examining it before he draws too close.
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 20, 2019 15:12:19 GMT -8
More clicks, more clacks. The lady reached a new intersection.
"Hm. Very dead. I wondered what happened here.."
Just then she noticed the floating orb as it rounded a corner. She stood staring for a few moments before slowly click clacking her way down towards it's previous location.
"Hello?" She called forward. "Hellooooo?"
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Post by Gaia on Oct 21, 2019 6:25:16 GMT -8
Siega.CMD
Unity rounded the corner into the darkness, the mist easier to see through now that he was past it. Deep within, he saw a decidedly plain Navi - a Navi that looked more like a mannequin, like a freshly-produced frame of a navi that had nothing more added to it. It was from this strange silhouette of an incomplete Navi that the perverse darkness originated, and, as much as the darkness seemed to be billowing outward, it was just as much condensing into a form next to him.
Siega continued to shift his right hand about, data from his own being pouring out of the circular vent in his palm, his body releasing its life code into the Net for him to mold. The rough form of a Navi in front of him, Siega's optics shifted back and forth with intent as he moved his careful hand, putting together data as delicately as a child would carefully compact sand at the beach. His left hand was outstretched behind him, a steady stream of data being pulled from the rubble all around him; his natural systems were absorbing the data and converting it into something that he could work with, with only a little lost efficiency in between. He definitely looked haggard, his frame trembling from the force he exerted, but, his optics looked upon his latest masterpiece with a love only a creator could fathom.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 27, 2019 16:59:40 GMT -8
Unity looks on to the strange Navi before him, seeing the exhaustion in his form as he instinctively begins to reach out to see if he can help, and that's when he hears the voice behind calling out to him. He recoils his hand and looks back, not sure of what to do as he stands caught between the lady and the unique builder.
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Post by xoDeathy on Nov 1, 2019 12:43:40 GMT -8
#s://img00~deviantart~net/5b4a/i/2018/136/9/8/dark_angel_olivia_by_aoiogataartist-dcbqq1i~jpg She proceeded to walk further. If no one noticed her presence by now.. well there she appeared from around the corner. She looked down the alleyway to spot a glowing orb and a.. tinkerer?
"Oh.. uh.. you okay down there?"
Unsure of the glowing orb, she assumed that it was simply his lamp for his work. Still a good distance away, she began walking closer, facing Siega.
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 11, 2019 16:48:53 GMT -8
...oh dear. Unity sighs and looks back. She was coming closer, he was ahead, and the OS-Navi couldn't fly... for some reason. So Unity gives up another sigh and droops his head while thinking to himself that he's basically out of options.
Unity: Yes, I'm fine, thanks. How are you?
...this was a normal response, right?
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Post by Gaia on Jan 14, 2020 8:35:55 GMT -8
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/501084648533917716/645317831897907200/Jokers~png
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Unity would feel something. It was strange, and it was surprisingly familiar, but, it made no sense as to why he would be feeling it.
The power of the Red Shooting Star, bubbling forward and reaching out to him, the Unity OS still having the slightest of specs of crimson energy floating within it. This energy would be volatile to any other, and, yet, this power seemed to call out to Unity, as though the satellite recognized him from his time connected to the gigantean Navi.
The sudden increase in intensity would probably be concerning, as the raw power of the connection went from something Unity would only have noticed had he gone looking for it to a power that went looking for him, instead, and was flooded with an intense string of complex yet efficient coding parameters. His vision would potentially fall away from him, if he would allow the Satellite to carry him away, as he had an air-line view of Element City. The area looked torn away and broken, ripped apart by some powerful flame on top of a burst of destruction. The city had a strange sense of serenity in this vision, centered upon the Crimson Titan himself at a crater that shimmered with power. The Crimson Titan clutched his hand into a fist and smashed a hole into the air before him -
- and Unity would suddenly find a very similar hole directly in front of him, a connection to the place the Navi he had looked up to used to move around. Somehow, his vision, if he allowed himself to have it, would confirm that he was still connected to him.
Was this intentional? Was the selfish, arrogant and prideful monstrosity he saw from the ONB trying to reach out in this round-about method? Or was this some mistake left behind by a boasting, ostentatious bully, ultimately leading Unity to yet more disappointment?
Regardless of what Unity would do with the information, he had it, and seemed in some ways connected to a string of other places through this simple portal before him. The power also rested in his hands to simply close it, and try to distance himself from the crimson titan.
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 14, 2020 12:23:05 GMT -8
#s://img00~deviantart~net/5b4a/i/2018/136/9/8/dark_angel_olivia_by_aoiogataartist-dcbqq1i~jpg Unsure of what exactly was going on, the glowing orb began to flicker. It even spoke! Do lights normally speak?
"You.. um you don't look okay either. Are you sure you are alright?"
She got a little closer and kneeled down about a few feet from the orb. The ground was filthy and disgusting but right now she didn't care too much if this.. little orb was in need.
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 15, 2020 18:27:06 GMT -8
Unity was of kin to a stray puppy as the woman kneeled down and tried to get closer. He shied away from her step by step, not sure of how to deal with a stranger approaching like this, no matter how kind she seems on the surface.
Unity: Yes, I'm. I'm sure, thank you!
The idea of being captured outright scared Unity at this point, no matter how rational the idea may or may not be. He was prepared to continue to back away until the portal opens in front of him and the strange sensation of the crimson washes over. Unity's eyes go blank for a moment as he looks on, his head turning from the portal to the sky a few times before regaining his senses. He looks to the portal, then to the approaching woman. Caught between a rock and a hard place again! All that he could think about was how the Crimson Titan had acted, his mistake that cost so much. The pressure causes Unity's mind and emotions to boil and build pressure, looking between his options with no other recourse in his mind.
Unity: I'm sorry, I have to go!
Finally he breaks. Unity chooses to dive for the crimson portal and allow it to take him wherever it may. Joker had chosen not to delete him in their last meeting, so at least he had some hope of relative safety...? He'd find out soon enough.
Unity>?
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 15, 2020 19:49:19 GMT -8
#s://img00~deviantart~net/5b4a/i/2018/136/9/8/dark_angel_olivia_by_aoiogataartist-dcbqq1i~jpg "O-oh.. wait.."
But just like that, Unity was gone. Lalonia had held out a hand as she spoke, but it dropped as he left. A sudden wave of sadness washed over her. What was this feeling? She felt useless, she felt like she messed up, did she do something wrong? She felt as if this was her fault, that the little orb is afraid of her, that she shouldn't have been created. It wasn't the first time this happened, and she was only created days before this. She felt alone.
With a sigh, she stood up. This world was destroyed. It had been destroyed long ago. Many times over. She could tell, she felt it. She knew what Inori went through. History would repeat herself soon enough.
She simply walked off, step by step.
[Lalonia exit]
-Claims +25/250-
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