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A dense, heavily forested network connected to Okuden.
The Forest Network is an area that is both a natural network resort, and a dense wilderness for the Electopian network. It's devided between the calmer park zone and the heavy forest area, where few enter. This area is the closest that Navis can be to a real-world forest within the network, and is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful and expansive places on the net.
...how odd a reality that spawns such strange and unnatural shadows. These acts, no matter how much of a spectacle, can often bring about unforeseen, and undesirable, consequences. Once a seal is broken, it can never be replaced in exactly the same way, and even the smallest changes can be enough to reveal the change to those with a trained eye, or the one who set the seal in the first place.
These changes.... how unfortunate. How truly sad; the one who performed them was indeed powerful, but not powerful enough to complete the effect. so much forgotten, yet not erased. If only the power exerted had been enough to erase it all, but there are still those who remember, who know.
The shadows shift as a Navi walks through the cool breeze of this wonderful network, slowly moving forward one step at a time...
...for time unknown, I've laid trapped in this prison...
The Navi's eyes dart across the network, taking in as much of it as he can. It was as if he'd never seen such beauty before in his entire life.
My masters programmed me for a simple task; to see what they could not.... yet my power was deemed... "dangerous"...
Gripped in the black gauntlet of this enigmatic figure, a slate-blue piece of cloth meets the shadowed daylight, revealing stains of autumn red strewn across the tattered edges of the worn and lifeless fabric.
I have no ill will against any. I seek only to fullfill my program. Trapped in darkness for what seems like endless time... I ask only...
The foreign strip of cloth slowly falls from the hand of this Navi, laying dead on the ground behind him as he takes his first step out of the shadows of the forest. His eyes wince and adjust as they look skyward, at last beholding that desire again.
Was that what she was as of late? She really did not know. Her dream was hazy, foggy, many things that were unclear. As usual, she found herself in her slacker’s site: tending to the branching roots and shade of one of the many trees that covered her. A business lady like herself was true to turning a profit, but yet, she was called to rest at times. A life filled with nothing but counting numbers, moving transport, and…well…what was that other thing?
That’s what she was, right?
Yami had to turn back the clock on her life to make sure; it was not like her. She was a business woman, she knew this! However, the past escaped her. In one dream she was a sociopath with bloodlust, a taste for the exotic swimming suit wear that came out in the summer, and a hit woman. In another, she was protecting a tin-can of a NetNavi with power beyond imagination. Her power that she knew so well and slipped between her fingers. She made sure by holding up her hand and instead of spreading her fingers and making a black hole that plummeted the net into chaos, she made a ripple of darkness between her fingertips.
…and that whisper.
“The world needs…heroes? Was that what they called me?”
…was she the good guy? She felt strange about it; that good kind!
“Hmm?” A figure did not escape her roaming eyes, “Ah, sir!”
She had addressed formally as she pushed herself up to her full figure stand. Her hands reached across her open slit dress dusting it off. With its flawless design on her curves, she could not become completely clean with her presentation. However, she remained true to her occupation as she walked with her long white hair going length with her six foot plus some inches body. She dragged simply strands of the hair and a drape of her dress behind her as she blockaded the NetNavi’s path and stood within a spot amongst the trees where splotches of sunlight revealed partial pieces of her supple form.
“Well, what brings someone like you all the way out here to my…progressive office location?” she said it with a smile even if she pulled the formal name from her…well…it was not important, not as much as the NetNavi as she glanced him over.
“This one isn’t the run of the mill, Normal Navi.” she thought before folding her arms and looking to his stature as he looked to the sky. She barely took note of the utterance he made beforehand as she was trying to invest more time in looking presentable. Now, this stranger piqued her interest.
“You, sir,” she went on to say, “Are you looking for something, hun? May I, Yami, can be of service.”
Her sweeping hand motions went up, to her bosom, and then swept cleanly as a gesture to the NetNavi. Yami was Promiscuous in tone, but sincere in movement.
How interesting. None had dared make a direct address in non-threatening tone since the puppeteer in years now gone. It could be due to the changes in the time-stream, or perhaps she just had no knowledge...? It had been quite some time. It didn't matter, though; either way, being greeted by a Navi in such a way was.... nice.... for however long it would last. Rather than turn to her, he continues to stare skyward as her name falls from his mouth almost silently, seeming to study the situation for several moments before at last turning to the female Navi.
Yami's intuition was not misguided; this Navi is unique to say the least. Standing at a meager six feet tall and clad in sharp, onyx black armor adorned with platinum-white details that covers all but the upper half of his face, the Navi's baring and appearance is that of a king armored for battle. His eyes, now locked onto Yami's, slowly shift hue across the visible spectrum, never staying the same color for more than a moment. Surrounding his body are a set of orbiting rings, there in total; one orbiting horizontally and crossing directly in front of the Navi's chest, and two more crossing in an "X" pattern. The rings pulsate as they orbit, and always match the color of the Navi's eyes perfectly. Silence falls for a moment longer as this being looks at Yami with a studious eye, simply gathering what he can of her before he decides to continue.
?: Thank you. I do have a few questions. Perhaps you can, if you would be so kind.
The Navi's voice.... it sounds normal, even peaceful to listen to. It is of even tone and gentle nature, yet it brings with it the quality of thunder; almost as though the sky itself is speaking in omni-present tones.
?: Someone has recently been changing the memories of many, and has somehow made.... pseudo-changes.... to how history is meant to play out. Do you know where I may find this being, Yami?
The Navi's eyes then return to the sky, seeming almost entranced by its beauty while searching for something unseen.
?: And if it's not too much to ask, do you know of a manner in which I may return to the Galaxy Network? I'm having difficulty finding an open link to the network, and there is something there that I need to have returned to me...
A business woman was not to say that she “did not know” or remotely look like as if that’s what she wanted to say. When Yami heard the NetNavi speak, giving such...unique...background, she could not help but to make her face falter in confusion, and then become a modest smile. You know, right? That smile someone would give a child when they described something that was most likely a figment of their imagination, laugh gently, and say kind words as if to encourage and believe...when in fact the parent pitied their simple minds.
Yami begun to do that...
“Kind sir...” Or at least she started to, but changed her tone midway. “I am ignorant.” she admitted. “Very, but my apologies. It is just that...if such a thing has occurred, then it may be that I am a dilemma apart of your story as well. Say if the memories of many were twisted, then therefore, I would not have adequate memory, hun?”
Yami made a point...to herself that was. It certainly would explain her mind swaying between what felt like dreams, but memories. Memories that made her sick! However, which parts were the dream and which were the memory? Which reality was real? All these things flood into her mind like a darn lightly tapped to be cracked, and then be destroyed becoming a surge! Her hands wafting before her as if she was tossing the conjecture and theory to the NetNavi who seemed like he was capable of batting back any of her words and making her eat them out of a whim.
She had to be careful with words with this one. She felt it!
“Furthermore, I have never been to the Galaxy Network,” her digits lifting before her as a darkness like black smoke emitted from her fingers, “If I knew, it would certainly not be beyond my ability to simply move you there with my power...the breach the fabric and use force to move to and fro.”
She had such a confident smile as she said this. The promiscuity in her tone returning along with Yami’s cockiness as she spoke. The female Netnavi let all five of her digits spread as the strange essence seeped to her palms readily. She talked as if she could do these things, but that’s all it was, talk! However, a good business woman knew how to sell a bluff and that’s exactly what she aimed to do.
“In the future, at least...un” she said naming her catch, “It seems we both are in a dilemma, but that’s what bartering is for, right? You seem to have offered me some perspective, the least I could do is offer my services...and searching for information is certainly not beyond one of them. If anything, it’s a hot commodity, hun. Which one is more vital at the moment: This Network you speak of, or this Temporal, thief of the mental plain?”
Prioritizing...a good way to turn the best profit these days. Yami sought it from this enigmatic, hulking NetNavi as well, or at least, she would like to think so.
*The strange Navi keeps his gaze skyward, cocking his head to the side slightly as Yami speaks. She was not wrong, not on any single point. He hadn't truly expected an answer though, most of his questions were more an expression of self-review. No, it couldn't be that easy.
?: If it's a matter of bartering, then I'm sorry to say that I am of no use to you, Yami. I have nothing but my own being to my name. But if we can come to some form of accord, I would say that finding the galaxy network is the single highest priority, but finding the source of these changes is the single most important issue at hand.
The Navi doesn't bat an eye at the somewhat paradoxical statement. It makes perfect sense to him, and that's all that he cares about at the moment.
“I’ll take that form of payment!” she jumped on the first offer, “After all, a proof of existence holds many truths.”
The female NetNavi moved in a slow sway with her hips. The way her dress was made, it made it seem like she glided across the grass as she traveled from one side to the next of the enigmatic NetNavi. Her eyes staying at their pique to observe his every detail. Every bit! All the smallest details were valuable information in the future, along with the words, gestures, and even the bat of an eye...which was absent. To her...a gold mine of validity to any wildly story.
“This being you describe hun,” she gone on to say, folding her arms and staring at the NetNavi, “Even legends barely describe it! I have not heard of such a thing since the time where beasts were alive on the net spreading terror and fear. It sounds like myth...or rather...legend. A woman of my work cannot believe in myths. Not while I live and breathe in this chaotic world, hun”
She rested her tongue, only for a moment or two as she pressed her index to her cheek. It was like a dial to her interest, trying to gather information.
“Have you ever come across a being like that to say it exists?” she spoke, “To twist and gnarl the memory? To believe what reality it wants us to believe? If so, how is it that you ‘know’ of it? Is there a flaw in their design or perhaps...” her eyes seeping into a half-hazy close with interest. “A flaw in yours...one that is so grand that it escapes the realm of an ordinary NetNavi and allows you to elude this so-called ‘Temporal’ power?”
For the first time, the Navi blinks. This is the only outward tell of inward change, but inside he almost falls to his knees at Yami's words; "a flaw". He had underestimated Yami's intelligence without even realizing that he had done so. This would be a mistake that he'd have to use great care to avoid in the future; for both his sake and hers.
?: My knowledge of legends is woefully lacking, I'm afraid. I spend much time in solitude, and have little connection with the net as a whole.
How much detail to go into...? He could explain in more depth, or he could simply say....
?: That's why I'm currently unaffected. I was separate from those under the effect of this change.
It wasn't a lie.
?: Whoever this is, he or she is very powerful. However, a bit short-sighted. They lack the ability to produce meaningful change to the time-line, and instead either create a paradox...
Such a beautifully disgusting word.
?: ...or bring about changes in Navi perception in order to emulate real change. In this case, both. I simply wish to find this being and tell him or her of the unforeseen changes that this course of action brought about or make my way to the Galaxy Network.
But then a thought takes root; this Navi's mind is not to be underestimated, but what of her motives? Looking beyond the mask was never a forte to the abnormal Navi, as he had always taken everything at face-value; an intentional and self-imposed design flaw. However, perhaps just this once....
?: Forgive me for being a bit slow to react to the obvious, but what benefit do you hope to reap from helping me exactly?
“Benefit?” her eyes looked puzzled as he asked, “As if you mean, a ‘price’, hun?”
She could not mess up this face. A good saleswoman always was ready for this part: the barter.
“You gave me so much information, and all I said I would take for payment is your being. You have told me a story of a being that re-shapes memory, twists perception, but is short-sighted with his ability, hun. Not only that, but you have graced me with your presence, a being who is also extraordinary because you have injected a realm of thought in me I had not ever thought possible until I had become aware of your existence. More than a simple apple falling from the shade of this tree I was laying under.”
Her hand swept before her favorite roosting spot. Enlightenment did not come as a kick of dust, but a avalanching mountain...if it was Olympus that is.
“Hun, please. You have supplied ample payment, tipped me, and then put a down payment on our next several encounters. At the very least, allow me to grab the product from the shelf and give it to you before you present anymore of your generosity. I am a businesswoman, and as such, I negotiate fairly with my clients and I can be quite benevolent with those who lack a piece of mind.”
Greed was an ugly face, and that’s why Yami simply settled with a smile, a relaxing fold of her arms to contain her beating heart that yearned for more, and let her ego become dulled by some sense of moral obligation according to intellect rather than emotion. Reasoning was the best she could place forth in order to control her thoughts: the ones she thought were not real...not from a ‘heroine’ like herself.
“This being...” she continued to say, “He or she sounds as if she is beyond my comprehension. I do not have the slightest clue were to-” she paused.
Yami’s eyes closed...completely. The blackness was relaxing. It gave her a piece of mind and allowed her to see anything other than what was right before her. The memories were a flash and a flicker to the point that she remembered few things dancing between her fingers. Her former lust of power? In due time. The dissipating data of a NetNavi? That did not sound like her...
...but this one thing. This black ugly little shard from a time not made known. Yami reached to her bosom as behind the pocket of her dress she removed a small ink black crystal, the Nightmare Trinket. Stained with a foggy texture, but seemed like a piece of a while, she held it to the light of the sun presenting it to the rays, but letting its details known to the stranger.
“My tip.” she joked...hardly, “I suppose if memory and time linger around this being, then therefore, this...’thing’ may have to do with your mystery being, hun. To be honest, I do not remember when or where this item came from.”
A slight chuckle escaping her lips as she suddenly felt like a fool. “It seems like I have possibly met this being. Though, he has done a grand job at making sure our meeting was beyond us.”
That would have to suffice for now. Perhaps a better payment would be in order in the future, depending on which way things play out. Still; an interesting trinket, to say the least. He couldn't say for certain what it was, but it seemed familiar. The Navi's eyes betray his thoughts once again as he looks over the black jewel, then glances down to his right shoulder, looking to the glassy black hourglass framed in platinum white affixed to his armor. Could they be related?
And if so, does that mean that someone actually managed to...?
No, it's too early to tell. Right now the most important issue is one of the two goals. The way that he'd returned left him drained, so he didn't have the energy to fight one way or the other. Whichever side got its way first would be the one to win.
?: That sounds plausible given the facts. But what do we do with this information now that we have it?
Manipulation of reality was one thing, but manipulation of the mind? The very idea was unsavory to say the least. The object surrenders no clues as to its origin to the Navi, only more questions. What good is a lead if it points to a dead end?
?: Beings such as this generally do not roam the net. I would estimate that he's hidden away, either in a private and secluded place, or cloaked within the code of the net itself. Unless this object of yours can act as some form of key or summoning device, I don't see what it can serve as beyond a glimmer of tangible proof of this being's existence.
“Sugar, surely, tis’ more than you than good looks.” Yami flirted with danger…literally.
“Someone with all this sleekness, this customization, and body?” she thought as she twirled around, walking a short distance from the stranger. Her mind wrapped around his origin since the moment he actually turned skyward to glance at her. “Surely, you may miss the lore, but a woman knows!”
“A bit of proof and time is all I need. To know I actually come in contact with this being and to know you haven’t. Yet, you are aware of his presence, but yet…I am not…but left with this fragment of…mystery? It’s either I’m holding on to the most mystifying form of virtual fecal matter ever made or I actually am holding a piece of the puzzle. Lest we not forget, it seems my very memories that are absent…seem to be a key within a box…which you have opened. I am not special, nor is the next Navi like me so…” she fallen silent as she gazed at the stranger, smiling as she held out the item to him in a teasing manner. “Follow the bread crumbs? I doubt I am the only one who has contact with this deity.”
The rock was pulled back, but Yami pressed the other one forth. A piece of Mystery Data unraveling as if had information. The pop-up hologram showing a link to an address as it was written <Persephone@TheZoo>. “My address and its services. Consider yourself a client of ‘Ms. Persephone,’ my boss. Until then, why don’t you take a walk? Clear your mind? Find this path to the network you are in search of. Meanwhile, I will take interest in this ‘Temporal’ deity or…Navi…or whatever it is you seek. I have a good trail of crumbs to follow.”
Yami stood twiddling the stone between her fingers, brow lifting slightly, and her pursed lips tempted to move.
“But I must say, you must be quite the Navi,” she said, giving in as usual, “A Navi that manipulates time and perception; not even I am resistant to this. It's so chilling to think about! So, if I may ask, what is that make you feel so confident that you can stand in its presence and reason with it…not only that…but what is in this Galaxy Network that is so…valuable. Is such a place that grand?”
Sure, a piece of mind and knowledge was so expansive! So valuable…but was she being sold short on something more priceless? She had to know!
The black Navi tucks the e-mail address into his armor with a nod. That poses a small problem, but that would be addressed in a moment. For now; bread crumbs? It could just be how out-of-touch with reality this entire situation is, or just an outright lack of understanding, but all that the black-clad Navi could see is a single crumb, and that crumb wasn't really pointing anywhere. Still, Yami seems to know what she's doing, and seems willing to help for her own unique reasons, so there's no point in raising an argument. At the moment, more questions were posed; potentially difficult questions.
?: Truthfully, I don't know that for certain. I just hope that this being would be willing to hear of and fix his unforeseen errors before they are allowed to get out of hand.
No point in having history repeat itself if it can be avoided. At least unless a path to the Galaxy Network reveals itself before-hand. And speaking of...
?: I visited the Galaxy Network a long time ago and lost something that is very close to me. However, I returned to solitude shortly after and was rendered unable to retrieve it. I simply wish to search for it.
Things are getting a tad too close with Yami now, she's beginning to prod deeper than expected. Why can't she just take the situation at face-value and be done with it? Because then she'd never make any head-way and have no reason to make any. Why must answers come so quickly when a question is posed?
?: You seem confident that you can move forward even with the small amount of information that I've given to you. So tell me; what is our next step?
Wait; there was that other small issue....
?: Oh,before I forget; thank you for giving me your e-mail address, but I'm afraid that I have none of my own currently.
Talking on friendly terms had been a nice change of pace, but it was getting somewhat tiring now. This internal impatience, perhaps due to just how small an issue it is, betrays no outward signs with the black-clad Navi.
“No worries, my dear…” Yami said with a wave of the hand, “I have a feeling we will come into contact with one another very soon. You will find a way.”
A dismissive pattern of speech if any. Yami had collected so much information at once, so much mystery! It made her skin absolutely dance along her data frame instead of crawl in fear. She was like a greedy miner who stroked a marvelous diamond with the promise of more if she kept digging. With her back turned, she could not control that smile that played across her lips as she made strides away from the NetNavi. Her inventory was filled with items that escaped her memory, and with that giant piece of a puzzle dropped in her lap by this NetNavi, she almost considered letting him in on her secret!
“But…uh..” she turned bowing before lifting her head upward to the massive hulking NetNavi as she was quite a good few steps away. “If not by mail, I’d at least like to know your name next time, sir. You are entitled to confidentiality, but…I must say…it would be rude if I were to just simply let you be referred to like some shady individual.” She was honest about this part. After all, a name made ripples on the net, and she would at least like to know who she was working for. She was not a total sadist!
But she left that little mystery to itself. Taking a lift of her hand after standing up right, the female NetNavi warped from the area pulsing out to report to her supervisor, and then next, to continue her trade work.
Name. It wasn't left off for the sake of staying enigmatic, but rather due to an honest slip of the mind. If the population lost memory of key parts of, the past then there's no need to keep names out of the conversation. But actual conversations are always so far and few between that details are often lost in the shuffle. Still, something worth remembering for the future.
For the present, it seems that Yami is confident in her grip on the situation, but it's probably best to do some detective work as well. This thought causes the black-clad Navi to roll his eyes and tilt his head back in annoyance; more unnecessary meddling, more subterfuge and lies. Why can't everyone just be up-front? Of course wasn't there just a black-clad Navi telling half-truths without batting an eye standing in this spot a moment ago...?
Where to go... Element City was always a good source for general information, the Undernet would be great for a bit of less obvious data. However, his mind goes back to Bayside; he'd spent so much time there last time. In review, he can't help but wonder how well Electopia had managed to r- ....Netopia? What? When and how did Bayside City end up in Netopia? Either Electopia sold one of its most prized cities, or this being in question is more powerful than expected. Either way, it now seems like the best place to check next.
Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 7, 2015 12:22:01 GMT -8
Troik saw this area, this desolate park, no one played, no one came around. He decided to come in, and enjoy the scenery, to take in the natural beauty of emulated nature... It was pleasant to him, the balance of nature was the only true "fairness" he saw in this world. Thus, he enjoyed it fully. Laying on his back, arms out and legs apart, Troik lay there, looking up into the vast void of nothingness, taking in all the smells, sounds, feelings... It was pleasantly peaceful...