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Post by Nightshade on Jan 14, 2023 16:00:08 GMT -8
"I don't need followers. They'd just get hurt given my bad luck. Also, we are sentient computer programs. Speaking is the most primitive form of communication we have. There are other ways to get information." He would reply to the green navigator before returning to the stone automaton. He used a hand to point at his feet, towards the ground.
"Write on floor. Who are you. What is your purpose. What is "N" symbol. Do you know Resonance.exe. Where is his giga program." He was curt and to the point. If edge was right...and he suspiciously seemed to know alot about these stone things he never seen before... then perhaps they would get the info they needed. He did not intend on wasting any more time that what was necessary to get his hands onto the thing that could turn tides around for him. He was trying to be calm, but deep down he was salivating at the chance of having the means of installing a whole cybeast worth of power in his body. Didn't even need to be accustomed to greiga's code. By now his own code was all bug-type much like the cyberdoggo who bit his arm off last time.
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 14, 2023 16:56:42 GMT -8
The tremendous being looks to Nightshade, trailing his eyes across the feline Navi as he speaks. He slowly tilts his body to the side slightly, appearing to cock his head as Nightshade gives his orders, and finally his eyes drop to the ground below. He watches Nightshade's hand as he points, and then looks back to Nightshade with red eyes affixed, allowing him to finish.
The gentle giant slowly raises one of his claws and holds it out as his ethereal body of gentle flames connects it back to his core. He looks at his claw silently for a moment, then looks to the ground, and back to Nighthade, His eyes trail down to Nightshade's hand, and then back to the ground where the feline Navi had been pointing. With a gentle and slow motion, this quiet creature moves its tremendous, metal claws out and downward, tilting them slightly so that only one of the three prongs that make up his "hand" make contact with the dust on the ground. The silent one then looks back to Nightshade one more time as if trying to make sure that he's doing what he's supposed to do, and then begins his work.
with a wide, broad, slow stroke, this gentle behemoth brings his arm around and draws a large arc from himself to Nightshade, then moves his arm back and on the opposite side. In this, he creates a large circle that has Nightshade on one side and himself on the other. Then he quietly raises his claw and moves it back to his side, looking carefully at the circle that he'd just drawn as he does so. With his labor complete, the tremendous being then looks back to Nightshade, looking carefully into the feline Navi's eyes, as if watching him for approval or disapproval.
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Post by Nightshade on Jan 14, 2023 17:16:55 GMT -8
Nightshade would have taken a big breath if he ever needed to breathe. "Looks like the guy doesn't know." He mumbled at Edge, not too satisfied of the result of his inquiries. The new him would have probably not bothered anymore, but there was a small little bit of the old Nightshade in there. Beneath all that hatred and all that frustration there was still an inch of the young, happy go lucky naively goody two shoes he was before. Before the world came down on him and ruined his sorry excuse for a life.
Nightshade's claws tip tapped lightly on the stone ground as the feline approached the stone construct. He tapped lightly on the guy's shoulder as he went past. "Be free, stone buddy." He stated. "Sticking around me is not good for your health."
With a hop as to not dirsupt the drawing, Nightshade looked to Edge. "Looks like there isn't much here, outside old things that perhaps should remain forgotten. You have any other places you know Resonance hopped about?"
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 28, 2023 19:54:27 GMT -8
The tremendous being stares down at Nightshade intently, seeming to try to understand his words. He also seems to try to understand as Nightshade goes past, reaching up to tap him on the shoulder. Standing in place for a moment, he stares at the spot that he was touched, bringing one of his massive claws up to touch the same spot curiously. He remains this way for a moment, and then turns around to look to Nightshade again, who is now speaking with Edge.
Edge, meanwhile, stands in place and rubs his chin, thinking intently about the situation.
Edge: Honestly, I didn't know the guy myself. He had a girlfriend who was a leader in the ONB, but she went MIA years ago and he left the ONB as a result. Not that saying that actually helps, as the ONB went the same way as Starforce.... Honestly, the guy was such a bore that the OEL doesn't really have much information in him after his crea-...
Edge slams his palm into his face, standing in silence for a moment.
Edge: Had it been a snake it'd've bit me. Alright....
Edge puts a hand on Nightshade's shoulder, patting it twice just for good measure.
Edge: Hands and feet inside the ride at all times, please direct all projectile vomiting away from the pilot.
And, with that, Edge forcibly teleports Nightshade away in a flash, going on to networks yet unknown.
The silent giant that Nightshade had just revived, meanwhile, stares at the spot where Nightshade and Edge had just been. He stands unmoving for several moments, his red eyes breaking their gaze away from the spot and trailing across the room frantically as he realizes the truth... he'd been left alone once again. With a motion faster than the two that just left had seen in their short time with this slate-stone gentle giant, he rushes over to that spot and leans down, trailing his titanic claw along the ground where they had just been standing... where the two that had just freed him from loneliness just left him alone once again.
Selah digs his claws into the ancient bricks of the ruins, crushing them with his tremendous strength as if digging, trying to join the ones that had just left him... but to no avail. This continues, and continues as the claws of this creature, not at all suited for the digging that he frantically attempts to do, continue to fail to make headway in this futile attempt. the toiling continues and continues, and at some point the torches around this isolated chamber go out and Selah is left within the darkness of the chamber in which he'd been trapped for so long, working frantically at a job that can never yield fruit and failing miserably as he does so. Yet, still, he cannot stop himself; he cannot accept this... please, not again. He'd been forced to accept lifetimes of going against his own deeper desires and will, and lifetimes of solitude; unable to move, unable to change, yet still aware... trapped within a husk of stone, begging for a chance to partake in the life that he'd always worked to give to those around him. Cursed to always be denied the opportunity to do good.
He continues, toiling in forced silence for so long, wishing nothing more than to be able to yell out with all of his might and beg for the one that revived him to return to him, for someone to stop what was to come next. Yet his desperation only falls to sorrow as he has no choice but to once again face the truth; he's once again being doomed to a future that he desperately wishes to avoid, one that he has no hope of escaping. Finally, his toiling stops and he looks on in his normal, muted silence. Unable to yell, unable to beg, unable to cry, unable to leave, he looks on and at last gives up to the silent whims of the future. His bright, red eyes begin to fade, slowly turning a pale blue color before turning cold and lifeless as they had been not long ago, and finally falling as black as pitch. Next, the beautiful, blue flame that comprises his body fades, causing the titanic pieces of his solid form to fall to the ground one at a time, slamming down and shaking the ruins with their massive, now dead weight. And then, finally, the disk that made up his crest; a symbol of precious meaning to the giant, fades away and disappears. And it's here that the gentle giant once again sleeps, bound by his own destiny and forgotten by all. No matter how much he wishes to give, and how little he wishes to take, the whims of fate have spoken; let the golem return to the earth from which it came. Let it rest, yet never sleep. Let it watch as time moves on without it.
Selah.
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Post by Zane on Oct 29, 2023 11:11:57 GMT -8
"Back in solitude, huh? A certain artifact would be fond of you."
Whoever had been in the now dark chamber had waited some time until they had spoken up. How long they had been there or how long they had been watching was anyone's guess, but they would move to complete the puzzle again to bring the golem back to life. And in the same moment an opening would appear to pull it in with a strong pull as the unknown figure followed after it. He imagined she would have a good number of ideas of what to do with the gentle giant to say the least in her grand misadventures.
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