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Post by mirror on Dec 30, 2014 14:16:38 GMT -8
As usual, MirrorMan arrives fashionably late to the gathering. Looking around he sees many he recognizes, Warrior, Genesis and Embera from Saul Kada... Merrill?
Making his way over to Warrior and Merrill, he makes his presence known by placing a hand on Merrill's shoulder as he approaches them from behind. Dematerializing his helmet, his eyes show a smile for his old friends, even though his expression remains grim.
"Glad to see the two of you made it. It's been a while. Fitting that we would all meet up again when we're presented with yet another world ending scenario."
His tone was serious, but lighthearted all the same. Though maybe he was just cynical. Sometimes it was hard to tell with the reflective navi.
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 30, 2014 15:29:52 GMT -8
B.o.B. ports in next to Mirror, only really recognizing Mirror in the gathering...
"Now what..."
B.o.B:"B.o.B. is present..."
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Post by Phen on Dec 31, 2014 11:01:11 GMT -8
High above the rest of the network, Phenoix's wings splayed out as they kept him afloat. His contact with the ONB had been scarce of late, it wasn't until overhearing the conversations below that he was aware of Gate's control over it. However that certainly explained a few things, like why there was a connection to the meteor server, or why the meteor server was even visible at all.
Still, despite many comrades in arms being below, he declined to join them at this time... His processing far too fragmented focusing heavily on decoding Turbine's journal. He feared he'd lose his place should he let up any time soon, but when the battle came to bear, he would likely have to. Each secret he uncovered from the document, a bit of himself changed. He figured by the time he was complete, some fundamental change would occur... or perhaps it was already happening. Hard to say at this point.
Still, to look on and await Gate's Gambit... whatever it was. That navi was never any good. A silver tongue might have swayed him some time ago, from the right person it may even do so now, but with what stared them down now... He wasn't about to give up this world he protected without rest so easily... Even to the one who rode along that meteor through the vast darkness of space.
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Post by "Bill" on Jan 1, 2015 14:05:10 GMT -8
*Embera did not let go of Megami's hand as she squatted to eye level with her. She looked at her with a genuine sense of pity. There was no anger, no disgust, only pity. How this almost purely innocent woman had been abused cut at Embera, not for what had happened to her, but how.*
Embera: I see...I think I understand now. Something entranced you, and you hurt people, the guilt must be eating you alive.
*Embera shook her head and tried to find the right words, but simply tried to convey her thoughts; Zane was much better at this than she was.*
Embera: When I fight, a lot of people die. And I think the reason why I can handle that burden, is because I'm in control. You choose not to, but I'm certain it would be the same for you...
*It almost sounded like Embera was confirming Megami's suspicions about herself, but her more tender tone gave way to more.*
Embera: Your control was taken away from you. The power I've seen you use to protect had been used by someone else to harm, and it was your body that destroyed everything, and that's not okay.
*If there were awards for estranged motherly speeches, Embera would be taking the prize. Still, for all she was saying, she still didn't feel her message being totally through, and knew that she needed to reach out to this Soul whose scars were identical to hers, if from a different source. At this point she made visible her Somnium Cross.*
Embera: I experience the same thing that happened to you, but frequently. I know the pain of power being used against your will. This charm appeared on me in a vicious moment in my life, and at times, has sent me on destructive tangents. I was ready to cast it away until I found someone that saved me from the darkness, and showed me the light in my life that the darkness blinded me from. The darkness is still there, I've had to accept that. I have stopped being afraid of myself. I think you need to do the same. What happened, happened. You have that fear, and pain inside you. It will never be cured. But accepting that as part of who you are, can help you see your own light, and the beautiful power, and freedom that comes from it. You have an Operator that you hold in a strong esteem. Admit your fears to him, show him that darkness, and let that light cast it away from the forefront of your being, or else it will strangle you, making you succumb again.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jan 1, 2015 19:30:03 GMT -8
xXxXenneth&MegamixXx
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Although Megami shot a glance to Serix, it was Embera who captivated her attention.
Her touch was what made Megami feel as if what needed to be said was urgent. The unseen side that she was unveiling to Megami as if it was so exclusive calmed Megami until her free hand covered her own chest. Tender in tone, the troubled female NetNavi kept eye contact and held onto every word. Even one or two words used by Embera made her gasp and open her mouth as if she was accused of sin.
“But I-” she shushed, just as quickly as if she was a child chastised by her mother.
“I cannot say,” she thought, “As I did...allow myself to become entranced.”
A truth she faced...somewhat. Her eyes digressed as she lowered her chin to visibly see Embera’s feet, but soon after the glimmer of the Somnium Cross had caused her to look up. It was something beautiful to the eyes with an ugly story that made Megami look to Embera in bewilderment, as if she understood everything. All of the sudden, stroking her own sore bosom until she cuffed around the mark on her skin, Megami had regained her composure as all she could think about was Embera’s words reminding her of her bond with Xenneth.
“I-it...is hard,” she said lowly as she slowly brought her eyes to meet with Embera’s, “But...I can try.”
The pain...slowly became a dull numbness to her chest.
“Embera-san,” her voice was a soft, affectionate cry as she was proper to the fiery NetNavi, “You said, ‘it’ will never be cured. It scares me and...I may have no place to ask, but I would like to know...even now...does it still hurt? The pain...I mean.”
________________________________________________________ “And when the streets are empty, that’s where we run!”
Now Playing: Blank Space by Taylor Swift Current Attire: Traditional Chatty Ditz: ----
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Post by "Bill" on Jan 1, 2015 20:41:15 GMT -8
*Embera gently showed a slight smile that Megami was building a resolve. It seemed everything was going to be okay for her, and then the question came. Embera's hand flinched when Megami inquired about her own pain. She looked down in disgust, before finally steeling her nerves.*
Embera: Every day, Megami.
*She then zipped down the top of her clothing until it became chest level. From there, in the center of Embera's chest, were littered dozens of two-by-two holes, each fitting to the spines on the Somnium Cross littered across her body. Moving her hand to them reminded her of the soreness, as she zipped it back up. She then moved Megami's hand, and could feel the scar through her clothing. She closed her eyes, but found the exact words to say this time.*
Embera: This pain, and these scars are a part of us now. Every twinge will remind us what happened. How we weren't in control. But just because things hurt, doesn't mean we can just forsake them. Bad things happen, we can't change that. However, our decision, is if we let the things we're really not responsible for shape how we see ourselves. I am not this Cross. I am Embera. Just as you are not this scar, you are not the villainous deeds this scar wrought upon you. You are Megami.
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jan 1, 2015 20:46:26 GMT -8
The sound of something falling could be heard in the distance, the stereotypical whistle along with the sound of wind moving at a very fast pace above the conglomeration of Navi... There was a slight delay in the sound before a massive stone-like object, covered in moss, slammed into the chunk the group stood on from above, shaking it violently, leaving skid marks right in front of B.o.b...
The stone shook a bit, before unfolding into a goliath-sized navi, nine feet at the least... This was Troik...
"Hmm, area not good shape."
The bulky navi said, stating the obvious... He stood back a bit, and sat down, looking at all the navi that had gathered...
"Hmm... Troik feel funny. Something off here, not normal. Troik like place, odd. Maybe Troik help out new people?"
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jan 1, 2015 22:39:22 GMT -8
xXxXenneth&MegamixXx
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At this point, any intrusion upon Megami’s body was a fond and fair welcome. It was only right as the touch of Megami’s scar had reminded her another image that was seared into her brain: the spine of the cross that racked Embera’s body in multitude compared to Megami’s scab. It almost made her feel shame in comparison; as if she would be a fool to compare them both, and so she kept quiet simply turning a cheek as she could feel the brush against her wound.
“I understand.”
Words that repaired her wrecked foundation found her to finally turn back and face Embera. Her own hand moved freely, letting the piece of cloth freely fall upon her body instead of forcing it to covet the display of the Dominus Corpus marking upon her body. She felt hesitant to accept the knowledge, the truth Embera spoke to her, but she relaxed as she gazed towards the fiery NetNavi.
“I, too, am not this scar...” she given a deep sigh as a relaxing breath passed between her lips, “...I am Megami.”
Her smile was weak, but not forced this time. Her limp hand that was brushed aside placed itself upon Embera’s as if to assure her that her hesitance had passed. The antics and arrivals of the other NetNavis a silent backdrop to her moment of clarity.
________________________________________________________ “And when the streets are empty, that’s where we run!”
Now Playing: Blank Space by Taylor Swift Current Attire: Traditional Chatty Ditz: ----
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Post by "Bill" on Jan 2, 2015 8:54:50 GMT -8
*The small-but-genuine smile Megami showed revealed to Embera that she finally accepted things, including the difficulty of it all, and she was willing to fight a battle Embera had been engaged in for most of her life. Standing up with Megami in hand, Embera stepped away and gestured them to return back to the group. With everyone that she could see now in better psychological condition, Embera made her way back to Genesis' side. With a look of reassurance, she looked at the ever-encroaching meteor network and breathed, feeling almost antsy to get this over with.*
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Post by Wackoguy on Jan 2, 2015 12:31:15 GMT -8
Unexpected...
That certainly described the behemoth's entry into the area.
Glassman had instinctively leapt back as the whistling came ever nearer to them,steeling himself as best as possible against the resulting tremor.
'A surprise attack?! HERE?! Don't tell me Gate's sent someone to-!'
But before Glassman could think for even a moment that the being was an enemy,he listened as the gargantuan navi spoke...and looked up at him.
'Well,I guess he isn't an enemy...that's a relief.' he thought silently,releasing a sigh.
Surely,they could use all the help they could get...regardless of their individual strength. But something else came to mind as he looked up at Troik...
"Hey there! Good to have more allies and all,but...it might be juuuust a little cramped in the HQ for you...unless you have a smaller form?"
Unless the navi could serve another role,he wouldn't be able to even navigate their destination...
"I'm Glassman, by the way."
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Jan 2, 2015 16:34:02 GMT -8
xXxXenneth&MegamixXx
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Megami followed suit to Embera’s gesture. All the while, her gaze went to the fiery NetNavi’s back. The female NetNavi’s same look had shied away as if she felt hesitant to meet her eyes once again because of the new found respect and intimidation. It was unimaginable now, questioning how Embera could deal with such pain. It should have seemed typical just by knowing how strong she was, but Megami felt that it was hopeless considering just painful this scar was.
“At least I know it’s possible now…” she thought.
Megami stood apart from the group, as if a misfit. A lot of them had gathered, some were giving friendly banter to and fro, but yet, she still had no communication with Xenneth. It made her worry, at first, but now the female NetNavi had simply hoped she had a moment’s time to collect and compose herself before he would arrive. Maybe then, she could find the words to describe her pain.
Until then, however, she would just sit, wait, and worry at the edge of the gathered NetNavi group as she held her arms and held her head heavy with thought.
________________________________________________________ “And when the streets are empty, that’s where we run!”
Now Playing: Blank Space by Taylor Swift Current Attire: Traditional Chatty Ditz: ----
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Post by notegg on Jan 2, 2015 16:47:18 GMT -8
Noal starts swearing up a storm as she and her game of solitaire are launched into the sky with Troik's arrival.
"#%&!(^^!%&*&$*!&)^%*!^#$*^%&()^$*$#*^($$*^#*%^(&@#^$*^^&(&!"
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jan 3, 2015 7:01:58 GMT -8
"Mmgh... Troik talk one at time. First. Troik not get smaller, Troik already big, Troik not fighter, Troik defend with life, make sure friends hurt but not get hurt."
The behemoth stated, looking around, as soon as Noal began to swear, he trudged for a second, before almost dashing to the navi, a technique some would call a Shinespark, and got on his hands and knees, rushing to help pick up the cards for the angry, swearing navi...
"T-Troik sorry! Troik really sorry! Is okay, Troik help pick up cards! Not worry!"
He stammered, despite his large size and admirable skillset, he was... rather scared of Noal...
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Post by Wackoguy on Jan 4, 2015 10:53:00 GMT -8
'Hmm...so he's here for defense and not for helping in the main plan...'
It seemed that was so. But even if Troik wasn't a fighter he'd probably be able to assist them partway,before they reached ONB HQ.
"Everyone may have a role in this,anyway. Fighter or not." Glassman said to no-one in particular,glancing at Troik as he dashed to collect Noal's cards.
He briefly contemplated helping out Noal...but she would probably be fine. She was probably more than capable of catching herself anyway...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 11:52:16 GMT -8
"So, good news, we have a tank. Embera, can you contact the WWW navis and get them here BEFORE the world ends?"
As she said this, she got back on top of her crate, looking around at everyone.
"Well, now that most of us are here, I'd like to say something. We have one goal, to stop Gate. We will not fail. Why? Because failure is not an option here. Let's face it, if we fall today, there will be no tomorrow. But I'm telling you right now that there will be a tomorrow, because we are going to make one. Gate made one mistake. He let everyone know his plans. Well, we have our own plans. Now then, Gate has control over all the joes in the ONB. Glass, you and your new friend will be on defense. the rest of us will be split into two teams. Team A will head for the administration offices, Team B will head down into the prison wing. We're gonna need all the help we can get, and most of the people in lockup have nothing to lose anyway. Normally I'd get in a lot of trouble for even thinking such a thing, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Now then, Embera, and....What was your name again? The one that was with us in Element. Anyway, I trust that you will put them down if they try anything funny. We'll meet up just outside Terra's office, and see if there's anything we can do to help him before moving on to Gate."
After finishing her long winded speech, Serix walked over to Glassman.
"We may be going up against some of our friends. I need to know that you won't break."
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