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Post by Raven8 on Jan 8, 2020 21:14:10 GMT -8
Silverhorn turns an arrogant eye to Jin; an eye virtually the same size as the Navi's head. The horned Navi slowly turns and towers over the questioning Navi, bringing his face down to the bars in a menacing gesture.
Silverhorn: You're you. That's more than enough reason to be here.
Silverhorn turns away from Jin... and to Rosary.
Silverhorn: And as for you... not after last time.
...Silverhorn's expression remained stoic... but in his eye, it was obvious that something... disturbed him. The giant Navi turns away from Rosary and back to the entrance to the room. With earth-shattering steps, he walks to the door-frame before turning an eye back to Rosary for a split second and speaking under his breath.
Silverhorn: ...freaking sicko...
The door shuts behind the giant figure of Silverhorn and the lights shut off, leaving the group in the darkened prison cell. They may have found their respite, but the titanic figure of Silverhorn looms in their future... all but Rosary, she's exempt.
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Post by Genesis on Jan 9, 2020 13:58:34 GMT -8
*This must have been who the chess player was speaking of when he said that it was a welcome to hell. He took in the sight now to keep it in memory, seeing as he might need to have a prolonged image of this larger one in his mind. And admittedly he did have at least one thing he wanted to say, but he was nothing if not one to learn by example. He could see if the arrogant and foreboding glare along with what happened to the bars was something to come, but whoever was counting stars missed a few because Jin would get away for now unscathed. He would keep a mental note for himself that acting out wasn't in his own best interests now, because he wasn't as unhinged as Rosary herself was. Not yet, anyway.*
"Ripping away the final delusion to have a new way of facing reality, huh?"
*Or at the very least he told himself he wasn't that unhinged. But he did need the tools to get this done, one way or another. Those tools were out of his reach right now on the other hand. Between the swirl of emotions rising up from his own inadequencies and the fact he was left up to someone else's mercy, again, he was at a low point to say the least on the subject. One often said that once you hit rock bottom you should have a bright outlook, because it could only be up from there. But if he had to sink even lower than this, he would.*
*But there was no point in dwelling on that now. For now, he might as well do as he was told, closing his eyes. He'd get the good rest asked of him and then very likely be put through the works of getting accustomed to this prison facility. The only solace to find in that is that whatever was ahead would be a firm reminder of the grim reality he was living already.*
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Post by Warrior on Jan 9, 2020 18:07:56 GMT -8
#s://i~imgur~com/HMwvYex~png Faith raised an eyebrow as it unfolded. Not too much to take away from it unfortunately, so in the meantime she returned to the cell's bed and laid back in it to stare at the ceiling.
" You rest up too, Centurion. Looks like we'll have some work cut out for us before long. "
In a way, Faith herself was already asleep. She couldn't just go and Pulse Out though, these cells clearly designed to prevent that. That barrier separating her consciousness from her real body was a bit worrisome in truth, but nothing to do about it now except stay the course and figure things out from here.
She tapped twice on the wall connecting her cell to Mistair's as if to say "good night" before shutting her own eyes and resting for the trial ahead.
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Post by Gaia on Jan 10, 2020 8:43:19 GMT -8
Vanguard.EXE
He looked up as a new face suddenly appeared, the stomping heralding the arrival of a large, armored, robot-like Navi that seemed very proud of his horns. Listening to his threats of intense training and his "expectations" for the group gave Vanguard a small glimmer of hope. If nothing else, they were going to be let out of these cells, and get to see more of what they were dealing with. In the long run, moving about and staying active, regardless of the conditions therein, was much better than being forced to remain stagnant.
If their powers did not work here, then Vanguard's hands not materializing had a lot more behind it than simple fatigue. His flames were an extension of his weapon systems, and he doubted they would allow him to manifest them if he could somehow use them to escape. Perhaps, later on, he could use that; he was also already formulating how to use the Navi's pride and power against him.
His interactions with Rosary were also an interesting note, but, at the very least, Silverhorn's words indicated that other people were present. Vanguard had no reason to speak up quite yet, and, so, kept his own mouth shut, back against the gates of his cell. Somethings uncertain, but some things also a little more clear, Vanguard took the warning and the offer at some additional rest. It had been a long time, it felt, since he could simply slow down for a moment to close his eyes.
Centurion.EXE
Centurion, too, would keep his mouth shut at the end of Silverhorn's announcements, feeling Ms. Nymphra's thoughts on the matter through their connection. If that was how things were to be, then, they could at least play along until an opportunity presented itself to get out of this scenario.
The humanoid form in the room nodded to Faith as she gave her advice, Centurion thinking the same thing. His material form discorporated, the crackling energy surrounding the spear dying down, as Centurion did the best he could to rest.
Armiger.EXE
Armiger knew when someone was goading them, and knew even more when someone was looking for a reason to stoke their pride at someone else's expense. Not returning a response to the obvious threat, the sentient suit of armor tightened himself around Genesis for but a moment, before releasing a tenseness in his form that made the armor almost loosen up and go slack around Genesis' body. Even a suit of armor had to have a way to rest, and loosening up the strength of his bands did that for him.
Then, he cooled his core just a little bit further, before bunkering down to rest.
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 10, 2020 12:59:13 GMT -8
#s://avvesione~files~wordpress~com/2016/04/big_order-01-daisy-pink_hair-pink_star_pupils-eyes-bright-looking_back-smile~jpg "Bah!"
Rosary held out her arms and floated back.. onto the hard concrete.
"Exempt, such a fancy word for a stupid meanie lizard."
She brought her knees up and folded one leg over the other. She began checking her nails as she continued.
"Ya know what? I'm not gonna rest at all. Out of spite. What do I need rest for if I don't even get to participate? I don't even remember what I did! Isn't that unfair Vanguardo??"
She flipped over quickly to lay on her stomach and face the wall that held Vanguard's voice hostage.
"Don't ya think it's completely unfair that I don't get to play with you guys?"
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Post by Zane on Jan 11, 2020 11:42:36 GMT -8
She had stayed quiet through the entire introduction, doing so until he left. And then when Faith tapped to let her know she was going to sleep, she opened her eyes and tapped back to say "good night" in turn. She closed her eyes again, seemingly resting herself or just resting her eyes since she arrived here. It was always hard to tell with them after all. Either way they still had time to either take in the words of each other, rest, or consider that being able to be active in one way or another was in their future.
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 11, 2020 15:03:36 GMT -8
...it was several hours now, the room had been dark and nothing could be heard save the voices of those in the prison. The cool, damp air of the nautical prison is nearly as suffocating as the cramped quarters. Every little noise is magnified as it echoes across the cold, steel walls, with even something as small as a footstep resounding above the ear-splitting silence. Navis who had spent years taking part in the action and conflict of battle were now forced into silence, obscurity. The world now thought them all dead and gone, yes time was marching on as it does, and bit by bit they were being forgotten by those who still had their freedom. What did this mean for all of their work? Was it in vain? Did anyone even care that they'd been lost?
Amid all of this, the stark silence breaks and a light shines. A door opens and in walk a pair of small, round beings. Not Navis, closer to programs in nature. They're black with silver details, and each holds an energy blade and shield sporting a strange, six-sided symbol.
The guards, as they seem to be, walk into the prison and reach Genesis' cell. It's here that they stop and open the door, motioning for the Onyx Overlord to follow.
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 11, 2020 15:19:03 GMT -8
If this noise was enough to awaken Vanguard, if he even slept, Rosary had ended up falling asleep any way right where she was laying, with a light snore. She was completely out. A couple sentences emerged while she was asleep.
"... stupid.. Silverhorn.. meanie.."
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Post by Genesis on Jan 11, 2020 15:44:03 GMT -8
*Hours of being confined in one space reminded him of his... well, he was going to say first home, but that would be inaccurate. It reminded him of his first confinement, his first prison that he lived in. It wasn't spacious and he was only allowed to do as they dictated. His performance being below their values was because he saw no value in their experiments. But acting against them had consequences that he never had to pay for himself. No, that was what Fate had to pay for in his stead. It was absurd, looking back on it, that they valued his potential for carnage enough to take that approach. And it was twisted that in some way or another, it was entirely effective in how he was now. He should have been concerned about how the others were doing or what he accomplished, but that wasn't at the forefront of his mind at all.*
"Hmm."
*Noise brought him back to reality. The last time he rested was probably back at Sharo some years ago after another of his clashes with his "friend". No, there were two things at the forefront of his mind as he looked at the guards. The first was obvious and the second was that he didn't consider this to be very pragmatic. He would rather break down the ones who were rising up, because the hope they held was in their own strength of character. He wasn't the symbol that kept them going, rather their own persistence did. Then again thanks to who he was this wouldn't be the first time or the last time he would be first come, first serve on the menu. If they were sadistic enough they got a thrill out of being able to take down someone held on a pedestal while they sat on their own priviledged, advantageous position. He got up and started toward the guards to follow them then to another face he was going to be acquainted with. And if he had his way, one that much like they would be to the world, forgotten to everyone else.*
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 11, 2020 15:54:55 GMT -8
The guards walk on either side of Genesis as he joins them. They walk beside him out the doorway and into the hallway to the camp in silence. Here, Genesis would see several sets of windows looking out into the silent, black abyss, as well as doorways to many more rooms that are likely prison facilities. However, in the end, he ends up at the end of the hallway, where he enters a set of red double doors. Inside, a simple chair sits under a single hanging light that illuminates the center of the room. Beyond the light is pitch black darkness, leaving the obvious questions hanging: what is just beyond the field of vision? How large is the room? For now, the answers escape Genesis as the two guards point to the seat, obviously ordering him to sit.
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Post by Genesis on Jan 11, 2020 16:12:48 GMT -8
*They certainly were fresh recruits given the number of other facilities, that was for certain. No one would think to look for them here either by the very nature that they were likely still in Sharo. And considering they had missed the forest for the trees with the mountains they built up, an camp hidden in the abyss of their waters would be just as likely to be missed. Then came the room that he couldn't see much else of, just the chair that was inside that he was to be seated in. A lot of people would assume chairs were harmless... but he was pretty sure this was an electric chair. Literally only one way to find out if he hit the nail on the head on this one, moving over and being seated. He could find out the scope of the room maybe as that took place, but that was probably unlikely.*
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 11, 2020 16:25:41 GMT -8
The two guards stand by and wait until Genesis takes his seat. They then turn around in unison and march out of the room, closing the doors behind as they do. This is when Genesis is left in this void of a room, sitting in the stark, simple chair supplied by his captors without a known reason. That is, of course, until a familiar voice booms out of the shadows
Silverhorn: Thank you for your cooperation.
The gigantic figure of this armored red beast steps into the light near Genesis, looking down on him as his large head appears from the darkness, gazing at him with a piercing, intense stare.
Silverhorn: Please make yourself comfortable, and let me know if you need anything. My first concern is your... comfort.
...these words were spoken in such a dramatic fashion that it was hard to tell if Silverhorn was being serious or not, but regardless the words drop between he and Genesis before a moment of silence follows.
Silverhorn: Are you ready to begin?
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Post by Genesis on Jan 11, 2020 18:18:01 GMT -8
*He did ponder for a moment whether the guards were drones or not with how well behaved they were around here. No unnecessary roughness involved in the whole exchange from here until now. Make yourself comfortable... he would make a request, but the things that would make him more comfortable weren't exactly available right now. Their availibility was also something not on demand so he didn't have any way to get that either. And it wouldn't be comfortable or nearly as satisfying if someone else did it for him, so that was all out too. Suppose he was as comfortable as he was going to get then.*
"Whenever you are."
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 11, 2020 18:26:20 GMT -8
Silverhorn: Alright, let's begin.
Silverhorn continues to loom for a moment before he steps back from Genesis, hovering where the light and darkness meet. His namesake horns pierce into the light along with his face and hands, but the remainder of his form is shadowed as he stands now.
Silverhorn: Genesis, how did you end up in this facility?
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Post by Genesis on Jan 11, 2020 20:26:16 GMT -8
*How did he end up in this facility? It was a simple question with a simple answer in reality. Or at least on paper it was. He came to Sharo, picked a fight, and lost. A sound, decisive defeat that he hadn't experienced since his earlier fights. He had gone in headstrong and paid the price, the price being instead of being put down for the loss, he was here. In which case, he still didn't have the answer for "why" he was here as much as the "how" was that he more or less put himself in here. Someone else might have thrown him in, but given the situation at hand, it was no better than saying he walked behind these cells himself.*
"I put myself here. I made a decision, it was wrong, and I wound up here."
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