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Post by Raven8 on Apr 16, 2022 14:29:43 GMT -8
The ourskirts of Element City. The fabled "destruction magnet" had fallen on hard times, just as virtually everywhere else had at this point, but this time the automated systems designed to keep the Navi populace in place and continue the real-world infrastructure that they ran running without them. In their place, many of the uninjured had been working their hardest to fill in the gap and help where they can. This is just one story of many written on this day.
An already abandoned and safe-guarded building on the south end of the city. It was evacuated early-on and stabilized in order to keep its function sound, but it was now sitting entirely empty. Or rather, it would be for a short time more. Making his way through the building, a Navi clad in dull, black armor enters one of the abandoned rooms. His hand absent-mindedly wipes his brow and rubs his armor along the way, making it clear that the black is little more than a thick layer of soot and rubble. This is a Navi who has worked for many hours trying to help with rescue and controlled demolition, a Navi who can't access his home-base of sorts for reasons unknown, a Navi so tired that he's barely able to stagger his way into the room.
"This should be a safe place to rest", he thinks to himself. He's too tired to search through the area as he normally would, and his abject lack of support at the moment leaves him unable to verify his thoughts, but at this point it doesn't actually matter. With heavy steps, the Armored Destroyer makes his way towards a charred piece of now unrecognizable furniture and collapses behind it, using it as one measure to last hide his presence from any that may pass by. With a sigh, he reaches up to one of the horns affixed to the front of his helmet and grips it, removing the head-piece to reveal his disheveled hair and the purple "W" on his forehead. He grips the helmet's horn with his hand and holds it in front of himself, looking at it quietly for a few moments before finally letting his arm relax to his side.
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Post by Zane on Apr 19, 2022 17:09:07 GMT -8
It was what seemed to finally be a peaceful moment in a series of events that no doubt had to be calming down now. From the invasion of Sirius to the machinations between, it seemed as if things hadn't occurred for once while everyone had been doing their own thing to adjust to just that. If only that were the case.
'Not all was as it would seem.'
They had a triumph in managing to save the lives of those caught in the fire, but a strangeness was in the air. A thought that didn't seem foreign to the Armored Destroyer seemed to induce a feeling of an encroaching dread just as the feeling in the air began to give a feeling that it was foreign, alien in nature and all around them. But it wouldn't be long before the root of it all became apparent, as at last from the sky of the city was there something descending down. It was distinctly some kind of rift, a vortex of some kind that was swirling in place. Nothing appeared to be happening from its presence here and even the alien feeling that once permeated the air had vanished, leaving it as an unsolved mystery now.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 19, 2022 17:26:50 GMT -8
...and then the other shoe dropped.
Having garnered little rest, the destroyer's eyes open at the sinking feeling. He holds his breath and looks around, trying not to move in case someone else was in the room with him, but soon he realizes that the apparent epicenter of the event to come was stirring outside. With one final breath, the brutal Navi stands, returns his helmet to his head, and looks out to see the opening rift. All that he can do is close his eyes and calm his breath in preparation for what comes next. Clenching his fists and tensing his body, the Armored Destroyer unleashes several surges of deep red sparks across his body, burning away the soot and revealing his dull, scratched armor beneath. With no more time to rest, he looks out to the oncoming storm one last time before looking around the room for... something...
The presence before was foreboding, yet also familiar... familiar in a way that this Navi in no way wanted to contemplate.
That would have to wait, though. Re-focusing himself, the tired Navi makes his way to the door to this room and to the exist of the building, not ready to take on whatever may come, but willing nonetheless.
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Post by Zane on Apr 20, 2022 7:40:00 GMT -8
Observing the room didn't reveal the familiarity that would be gnawing at the back of his mind. But the storm that had revealed itself had perhaps one silver lining in the cloud that it now cast: nothing had come of it. Instead of something pouring out of it not unlike the battle that felled New Life or the rain that had struck the world on a global scale, this had yielded no such thing but an ominous overcast over Element City without expanding or contracting from its position. Which left the one option left in order to get to the bottom of what this was:
To take the plunge, willingly and of your own accord. And for any and all who did, to discover what was this new mystery as a result. Or to leave it be, and take the time to do as they saw fit until whatever this was had done its due part.
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Post by Raven8 on Apr 20, 2022 9:46:02 GMT -8
And the rabbit hole gets yet deeper.
Despite his reputation and the way that he'd presented himself, the Armored Destroyer had never been a reckless Navi. His moves, while not always correct by any stretch of the imagination, were always weighed and considered whenever possible, and this would be no different.
Cut off from his support, the brutal Navi has no way to call down any sort of backup, meaning any move here would be made while truly alone. And on top of this, the nature of this strange anomaly made it seem likely to be a trap baited to draw in those still capable of offering protection. Making a move on this storm would be a risky move.
But, by that same token, it might be worth the risk. The original mission was becoming less and less important by the day, while this new force was becoming more and more of a threat. And with such a large storm brewing, it would be a matter of time until those who can still put up a fight stand against it in one way or another. Many in this world were too caught up with their own momentum to actually consider the ramifications of their actions on this scale, so it was a matter of time until at least a few fly into the eye of this storm with abandon.
Looking down at his hand and clenching a fist, the nameless Navi then considers the likelihood of his being able to actually help if the winds of change come against those who take the challenge head-on. He'd once been considered a Navi of great power and skill, one capable of challenging even the most powerful of non-transcendent net beings. But now? He'd long since fallen from that grace, and was sliding farther from it regularly in favor of other pursuits. Yet he still had the fight in him to continue.
Despite his reservations, despite his tiredness, and despite the potential dangers, the nameless Navi sets his gaze, clenches his fists, and starts making his way towards the eye of this storm. For better or for worse, what came next would remain to be seen.
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