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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Mar 13, 2017 15:07:54 GMT -8
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Oh great! The little NetNavi turned into Super Saiyan Number Whotheheckwasstillcountingthiscrap?!
The blob girl seemed to be more annoyed about the transformation than the fact that she was being rebelled against. She was getting tired of these NetNavi’s and their childish concepts of ‘sharing and caring’ and ‘holding hands.’ Every since she woke up from her slumber, she swore that every last NetNavi on the net had the built in instinct to hold hands and share a smoothie or something. She was going to see how long that lasted, and she done so with a puff of her cheeks and reclining in her seat as the female NetNavi took on the initiative.
She had to admit, she was pretty fast though.
The Narwhal was hit on its head with the blades cleaving through its body instantly. Just before the beast could have its core struck, it swam forth in agonizing pain while in mid-air, it’s body carrying forth as it bulldozed through the aquarium walls with the Unity fused Guardian’s blades cleaving through it…until they begun to come to a slow. Nu smiled, knowing just how quickly the beast regenerated being based on her blobby texture. It was funny seeing that Edge know more than anyone just how potent her healing and defense factor was.
So, the blades were imbedded in the beast, cleaving through, but slowly as it sent itself reeling forth in agony, slamming its body through multiple walls with the speed of a derailing train as its horn made quick work of any of the net obstacles. It was not until it hit a large cement face that caused it to crash directly into the body of the building and be stuck with its horn imbedded in the Net area’s boundary wall. It had been hurt from its own charge, and was stuck for the moment in the wall.
What happened to Guardian and Unity for that matter during its colossal rampage to send them both through the toppling debris and pounding cement that slammed against its body?
Who knew? Either way, Nu sat back, amused.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 14, 2017 17:16:49 GMT -8
A breeze kicks up and the area grows dark. The distant sound of an engine roars, and the outline of a large flying craft of some form appears in the sky. Slowly but surely it lowers itself from its position in the sky and comes into sight; six large engines blast out bright blue jets of flame, three on each side. The bottom of the craft is lined with small guns around a large, armored hatch. Both sides of the ship are equipped with large cannons, with two even larger jutting out from the front of the flying battery. This flying war craft is none other than the ONB's gunship; the Atlas.
....which means that its commander would not be far behind.
The Atlas takes position roughly 70 feet above the point of conflict and hovers for several moments, its engines roaring above all in the area. Once fully stabilized, the hatch doors open up and release a large, black orb of energy. The sphere drops like a cannonball, falling from on high and to the earth below. As it lands, the entire network quakes from the unnaturally strong impact and the rubble at ground zero rises skyward in an unnatural way, seeming to slowly orbit the still-present sphere of reality warping power.
With a sudden pulse, the orb collapses in on itself, revealing that which it hides. Standing roughly 6' tall is a Navi of unique nature. Heavily armored with a literal shell on his back, he's adorned with tones of gold, silver, and jet black. His body is muscular and powerful, but the single most obvious feature of this Navi has to be the horns set upon his head.
Set symmetrically along the center of the Navi's head, the back horn is black and wide with a vice-grip like quality to its front, while the forward horn shines like a golden axe-blade with a polished edge. It rises just over 2 feet above his head, and reeks of power and danger alike.
The Navi takes a step forward, planting his foot with a loud crash as he looks over the situation with an obvious authorityHIYA GB! and poise. He looks on with the confidence of judge, jury, and ex-
Gravity Beetle: ...oh Lord it's Edge.
...Gravity Beetle's metal face falls to his palm as he hears this voice, entirely disarmed in an instant. His shoulders round as he moans audibly, slowly raising his head to see Edge sitting on a bench next to a little jello girl with a bag of popcorn... as a giant pink narwhal struggles to free itself from the wall that its horn is stuck in.
Gravity Beetle: Edge, what in the net are you doing here?
Edge shoots Gravity Beetle a dead-pan smile and motions to the narwhal with his tub of popcorn.
Edge: Watching a nature documentary.
....Gravity Beetle's face once again finds itself in his palm as he lowers his head. With a single motion to the Atlas above, he sends off the gunship as he just let his free arm to his side. Why did his jobs always seem to end up like this?
Gravity Beetle: Gravity Beetle, ONB commander, winged artillery unity. Would someone here please explain I think we're either watching Starwars or Ghostbusters 2-OTHER THAN EDGE... can SOMEONE PLEASE explain what's going on here?
...well, his big entrance had already been spoiled. May as well see if someone here is sane enough to explain the situation.
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Post by Chie Kira on Mar 14, 2017 21:13:12 GMT -8
Riding a narwhal after stabbing it's face was a feat to be surprised or confused at. However Guardian felt only annoyance as she dealt with its thrashing and charging. Eventually she found a moment where she could free herself by retracting her golden blades, jumping to the side, crashing onto her hip. Slowly getting up she noted the two entities from earlier as she sped towards them, figuring that the pink blob of glitches was what was stabilizing thee beast. While a shadow was cast down, she was glad to see the ONB as she also enjoyed her newfound speed to the incoming navi as her golden figure dashed and fell towards his feet.
"Official, this is a but undignified but let me explain."
Guardian slowly rose as she pointed her hand towards the narwhal, feeling nothing but contempt for the bugs and glad that Unity was wrong a few minutes ago. She couldn't leave without someone capable handling this.
"That pile of bugs was thrashing about on the net."
Guardian soon pointed to Nu, with disgust under her now blue visor, contemplating what its fate will be. However at this point she couldn't care.
"'cause that pile of bugs is a sociopathic drama queen at hearing I was looking for my operator whom I was estranged from but found a short while ago and summoned a narwhal that has laser horn after hacking the speaker systems to play an outdated gag."
As Unit's fusion kept going, Guardian kept feeling the memories pull her back as she found it difficult to focus on her form. She knew that being mixed with an OS was tampering with her conversion file as it could only tolerate the OS of the Guardian.Ai and unity was also forcing memory fragments of the Guardian.os, making her queezy at realizing how many things were named Guardian. Guardian reached for her navi mark, but stopped, not even sure how fusion could be broken, but halted for now.
"Official, if you don't mind, I haven't been to a PET much less enter sleep mode in weeks, and I am but a simple civilian navi. Mind if I take my leave? I'm not in a proper condition for combat even with my power boost."
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Mar 14, 2017 22:50:30 GMT -8
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It was a good cover!
Nu had snickered at Edge’s explanation as he had explained to Gravity Beetle what they were watching. The blob girl was familiar with Gravity Beetle from the incident at the mall last time, but this time, she had her own goals to deal with: part of it meant getting to know the mutated fishes. The massive beetle seemed to be frustrated hearing from Edge what was happening, and so she stood on the bench, reaching over Edge for some of his Popcorn to share, and whistling in a nonchalant manner, not bothering to answ-
"Official, this is a but undignified but let me explain."
Tattle Tale!
Nu thinking this with her lips twisting and cheeks puffed while staring at Guardian’s fused form. She had brought her hands and twisted them in a breaking fashion, a threat if she had ever made one…and she had made plenty. She allowed Edge and Gravity Beetle go on with her banter, smiling and waving as she looked towards the massive bug-type NetNavi. She was relaxed, lacking any snacks to eat (No popcorn!) and she was waiting to see what the beetle was to dole out as punishment.
She turned her head, spitting on the terrain near the edge of the seat near Edge’s end of the bench. The pixels on the floor broke apart from the contact of the spat material. Her eyes stared towards the fused form of Guardian once more, and then pointed in the distance towards where the Narwhal had ran its body into to reveal…it was gone.
The massive beast had pulled itself from the distant wall during Gravity Beetles arrival, and had they been watching it since they were so busy talking to one another, they would have noticed that it was pretty much flying upwards in a heaved manner as it tossed its weight. It’s body had the sensation of being covered in fire, and so it did what any logical flaming aquatic animal would do: toss its body down and roll about, and it did just that as suddenly more of Aqua Net’s upper structure collapsed and the whale was falling fast, intending to throw its body on Gravity Beetle and Guardian.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 15, 2017 6:49:37 GMT -8
Gravity Beetle's eyes glance down to Guardian as she speaks, motioning toward the area exit directly after she speaks.
Gravity Beetle: Sure, get out of here. I can handle things from he-
This is when the giant narwhal comes falling down from the floors above, crashing its way down like a cartoonish anvil with the indirect intent to crush all below it. Seeing the rubble and feeling the quake above, Gravity Beetle sets his feet, opens the shell on his back and takes wing. Flying just a few yards upwards before the beast can make contact, he sets open his horns, and then clamps them shut the moment that the cyber-creature makes contact.
Gravity Beetle literally snatches the narwhal out of mid-air, and simply hovers there as though he was holding a cardboard box.
Gravity Beetle: ....I can handle things from here. Oh, and nice to see you again, Unity.
An echoing voice rises from Guardian's form, sounding happy but guarded at the same time.
Unity: Nice to see you too, commander.
That's when Edge's eyes perk up. He gives a wry smile and a wave in Guardian's direction as he slowly pulls his foot back from where Nu's caustic loogie had landed and offering her some of his popcorn simultaneously.
Edge: Oh, hey Unicycle! Didn't recognize 'ya as women's clothing!
...even those not on his OS could feel the face-palm from Unity at this comment. he remains silent for a moment before stating a reply.
Unity: ...nice to see you, Edge.
Gravity Beetle rolls his eyes and motions to the exit again as he slowly hovers towards the pen that the narwhal had initially escaped from.
Gravity Beetle: Like I said, I've got it from here, kids. Go take care of yourselves.
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Post by Chie Kira on Mar 15, 2017 12:25:18 GMT -8
Impressed by the ability to catch the narwhal, she immediately knew she was out of her league here, she prepared herself to burst for the exit, but pleasantries kept intervening. She knew that it was a big interconnected net, but wondered how an operating system, an OEL navi, and a ONB commander would know each other. As Edge spoke, Guardian checked her watch as she did not want to wait for a bunch of blokes to stop gibbering to leave. However at the mention of clothing, she soon missed her fashion chips but didn't let that bother her.
"Edge, is your name meant to be ironic for your poor humor? Anyways, I'm not fond of gold and blue, is rather have my base colors. Anyways, I'm sure I need maintenance, Unity's OS is not mixing well with one of my programs. "
Gravity mentioned the exit again, which Guardian started to head towards, looking back to Gravity beetle once.
"thanks, I'll be taking my leave, if unity doesn't boot me off his OS I might be taking him with me. My name is Guardian for the record."
Guardian soon left for the exit, to soon return to her netOps side.
Net transfer:
Aqua to OEL
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Mar 17, 2017 18:03:39 GMT -8
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*Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp*
Nu sat sipping out of an extra large plus size unhealthy edition of soda cup from Aqua Net. It was ridiculous what they sold when business was booming. The whole time, the blob girl seemed to be watching, irritated at the sight of Gravity Beetle, but glad that the group of NetNavis finally left. She had sighed as she tossed her head back, letting the cup fall between her legs, and copied the frustration of a little child. It was not authentic…not all of it. Still, she was upset that the NetNavi had interfered.
The ONB had been inactive for a while, and the Net was not left doing anything. Watching, Nu had got up, sitting down her cup for later, and then snapped her fingers at Gravity Beetle as if to ask: “What gives?!”
The blob girl had seemed to be in her sanity. The randomness, the fun, the joy of materializing a mutated whale in an aquarium? All of it fun, but still, she had a goal in mind. She saw Gravity Beetle, an ally in some regards but an eye sore in others, to be reasonable. So, she had shrugged with her hands upward, expressing pure amusement that he had appeared before her. Regardless of her randomness and playfulness, she was working and she had good intentions.
She fanned her hand downward prompting Gravity Beetle to toss the lightweight whale and to come down on the bench and talk to her as she leaped back upon her perch and patted the seat next to her. It was a comically small bit of a seat that was a three foot wide stretch, knowing that Gravity Beetle bulk was much huger than that. She smirked…because…well…technically it was a fat joke.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 17, 2017 19:38:36 GMT -8
With twin orbs of black anti-mater seeming to burn beneath his wings, Gravity Beetle holds fast on the air and watches Nu's actions. He gets the basic gist of it and rolls his eyes. What ever happened to the days when Navis respected the ONB and actually did what they said?
....well, he'd never seen those days, but the stories seem nice.
Gravity Beetle: Look, here's the deal; we really need to keep things quiet for a while on the net if we can...
Gravity Beetle hovers over and gently returns the narwhal to its pen. He then opens a small pad on his left arm, types a bit, and restores both the beast and most of the area to perfect working order. This makes him simply shake his head for a moment before looking back to Nu, who is now patting the seat next to her; the gesture is not lost on the armored commander, who simply rolls his eyes again.
Gravity Beetle: ...a lot is going on right now, and I'm trying as best I can to keep order. There are only a few ONB members left, so we've got it pretty hard.
Gravity Beetle hovers over and lands in front of Nu and Edge... largely ignoring Edge.
Gravity Beetle: It's obvious from your reaction that you know that I'm pretty reasonable; I never did buy in to the old ways. Navis are Navis; most of us were made to fight, but we get punished when we do it out of turn.
Gravity Beetle crosses his arms and narrows his eyes in thought, reviewing what he had just said as he looks at the pink blob girl.
Gravity Beetle: ...it's Nu, right? I've seen a few files on you, and I'm thinking that saying that you're a Navi isn't quite right, is it?
Edge's half-closed eyes slide over to Nu as he shoots Gravity Beetle a smirk, patting the slime girl on the head again...
Edge: She's actually my adopted daughter.
Gravity Beetle rolls his eyes yet again, not giving any credence to Edge as he continues.
Gravity Beetle: ...look, I don't care if you are or not; you're sentient and at least somewhat reasonable, so what I'm going to say applies to you just as much as anyone else. Rumor has it that someone in the net-senate has been pushing hard for Navi rights, and is finally getting other senators to his side. The junk that we've gone through as of late has been mostly because operators see the net as nothing but a tool for their own use, but the truth is it's our home, and we deserve the right to have more control. Rumor has it that that's how things may be going soon, but we need to avoid making waves until then. This guy's opposition is literally searching for any new reason to stop it, and we do not want to give them any ammo.
Gravity Beetle folds his arms and looks down at both sitting Navis, shooting a "shut. the. heck. up" glare to Edge as he does so.
Gravity Beetle: ...in short, an incident like this may very soon be a much smaller deal if we just play our cards right.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Mar 18, 2017 23:05:59 GMT -8
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“ ...in short, an incident like this may very soon be a much smaller deal if we just play our cards right.”
“What if it does not?” at the chime of the voice, a screen opened right behind Nu. The colorful eyes of a vibrant young woman were seen gazing upon Gravity Beetle. “What if it’s just one of many incidents on the net. Unlike the others however, this one is under control.”
It was hard to say that such a tragedy as a mutated whale being “controlled,” or even the idea of the small blob girl, Nu was under some type of control. However, it was not farfetched if anyone would remember. During the time, when Nu stormed the Mall area along with the group of NetNavis that rescued Juno, she seemed to be acting in more favorable ideas that crossed with her own. In fact, that idea was from the same justified young girl that was walking around in the real world.
“Gravity Beetle, right?” the little girl chimed, “I know you are reasonable. Nu may not be one for conversation with you and others, but she is with me. I am Rosetta, and I am aware of Nu’s movements. My apologies if our methods were…extreme…but, no one was hurt. We made sure of that.”
Nu was lounging, relaxing on the bench. Her legs were crossed butterfly style and she brought up a single digit of her index finger as if to emphasize how right the little girl was. It was obvious then, they both were working together, but to what end? The little girl looked on to Gravity Beetle, her expression seemed to be more blank than curious and innocent. Her expression dead-pan, thinking simply of the loved one on her mind, and everything else was to be ruin or nothing more than a means.
What made her like this in such a short time? She did not talk about it. Tehre was only something else on her mind.
“So, it’s true,” she chimed, “The ONB’s hands are tied, and it’s mostly because of politics? That’s not the answer I was hoping to get after all this time. I figured that you were all not able to protect the public anymore, that’s why Nu and I have taken things into our own hands, and there simply isn’t much time to waste.”
She was adamant as she sat up right from her seat. Her right hand moving, tapping the desk with a single digit impatiently as it seemed. Her eyes become more glazed over, more empty, more tempered. She was a smart intellectual for someone her age, someone who was just entering her juniors, but still she had the temper of a child.
“When did you become so…above yourselves.” Rosetta’s eyes showing some signs of emotion as her fingers stopped tapping. A fist forming, one of few ever in her life, “I cannot bide my time because of a piece of paper to be passed. The only reason your Net Society is standing is because of the vigilante actions of a blue NetNavi, and that will go to waste if you rely on parliament. Gravity Beetle, do you truly feel like this is acceptable?”
She sat idly by, waiting for an answer, her body like stone.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 19, 2017 6:59:33 GMT -8
This was an unexpected turn of events. Gravity Beetle doesn't show it, but the surprise that he feels at Rosetta's chiming in is fairly substantial. So there is more to this little jello girl than meets the eye. Still, right now the conversation was about politics and vigilantism; something that he had a bit of experience with in his relatively short time active.
Gravity Beetle: First, it's nice to meet you, Ms. Rosetta. Second...
Gravity Beetle pulls up security footage of the moments prior to his appearance. When taken in the context of anyone just watching it from the outside, all that can be seen is a beast under Nu's control thrashing about a network while causing collateral damage and using attacks with obvious destructive potential against two young Navis.
Gravity Beetle: ....the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Why this incident happened is largely moot in this light. Your Navi was not obviously saving anyone or fighting off a threat to the net, she was just causing property damage and attacking two bystanders. From any logical standpoint, I have the right and duty to bring her and that idiot in.
Gravity Beetle motions to Edge, who just sits there with a smile.
Edge: Love 'ya too, GB.
...another roll of the eyes. Staying around Edge for too long always meant the same thing for Gravity Beetle: the need for vision adjustment.
Gravity Beetle: ...anyway, miss, let me just say this; I can largely agree with what you're saying, but I think that you're missing a point or two here. Navis are essentially immortal. We generally cannot "kill" each other or cause long-term damage. It's not hard to think of us as basically invulnerable. However, we are actually far weaker than humans. All that someone in power would need to do is flip a switch and boom; our lives and society are gone forever. The worst part of it is that it'd only take a day or two for the net to be restored without any AI compatibility. No matter how free we seem, we're always just one senate decision from having our very existence wiped out, and we're entirely powerless to stop it. This is especially true for Navis like me who don't even have the luxury of a PET to escape to when things get truly tough.
The commander sighs; when did the world become such a place for Navi kind?
Gravity Beetle: You must do what you feel is right, but remember that your actions will have consequences, and they could reach far, far farther than your own Navi and those around you. Right now, that piece of paper yet to be passed may very well have the power to free some of us from outright slavery. With that in mind, let me ask you this; is your conscience in a battle really worth the cost of a war?
Gravity Beetle's head cocks back slightly and to the side, his arms crossing as he does so.
Gravity Beetle: ...I complain about my job from time to time, but let me ask you; what do you think would happen to me if I, a Navi created with the sole purpose of being an ONB commander, were to just stop enforcing what I'm told to? That question may as well be "what do you do with a broken can-opener", because the answer is the same.
Gravity Beetle sighs again, visibly tired of the "ONB is wrong for X Y Z" arguments; he hadn't created the policies, and he'd done his best to enforce them in a manner than was inherently fair, but his choices were so terribly limited. At this point, he could only hope that Rosetta could understand the bind that the net was currently in.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Mar 19, 2017 18:50:25 GMT -8
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”....the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Why this incident happened is largely moot in this light. Your Navi was not obviously saving anyone or fighting off a threat to the net, she was just causing property damage and attacking two bystanders. From any logical standpoint, I have the right and duty to bring her and that idiot in.”
Saving anyone? Far from it? If anything, Roset-…wait, he said her and “that” idiot? She had no further accomplices!
“Umm…I have no idea who that guy is and wat he is doi-…nevermind.”
Regardless, Rosetta did not have any intention to do property damage or terrorize people. If anything, those were just means to an end. However, if the NetNavi looked at the impression as just that, then it was fortunate. Her other plan in mind was far more drastic, and hearing how the NetNavi was talking was making the female terribly upset. She closed her eyes, hiding the hints of frustration, and then opened them with a clear gaze hearing his question.
“ I complain about my job from time to time, but let me ask you; what do you think would happen to me if I, a Navi created with the sole purpose of being an ONB commander, were to just stop enforcing what I'm told to? That question may as well be "what do you do with a broken can-opener", because the answer is the same.”
The little girl’s eyes seem to become more narrowed.
“This is what I mean: above yourselves.” The young female found this all illogical, “You’re programs. Created. An advancement of human ingenuity, some of it error, but nothing more. Your thoughts and feelings are simply emulations. Your idealism is nothing more than fabrications from the great minds that brought you into existence. At the moment, I am afraid I sympathize with the senator, no matter how ridiculous I find it that he is handling this politically, I think we are better off hitting the reset button and having Net Operators and NetNavis deal with justice together…not ‘broken can-openers’ who have their hands tied.”
Rosetta had motioned her hands limply and just as coldly as her tone as she opened files. Documentation and recent self-made research papers. She may had been young, but her goal to be a scientist was absolute! Her lips sealed until finally she turned back to the screen seeing Gravity Beetle. “But I could be wrong,” she spoke, “Program Colonel and Iris were two network revolutions that were activated after the destruction of the Cybeasts. One that deleted viruses, and the other recovering the functions of programs within the network. Have they too become ‘broken can-openers?’ The Auto-Navi Bass, a self-created disaster due to human error, darkloids driven by the augmented data of negative human emotion from Dark Chips, and last but not least…”
Her eyes shifted to the bench before her, there presented Nu, a perfect example of a potential crisis if anything.
“But never mind her,” Rosetta went on to say, “If anything, she will be of service soon, and answer to these ridiculous pieces of parliament sent into place, and it all begins with the reconstruction of several Net Areas. You NetNavis that feel you can handle things yourselves, your world has Gods, and they are human beings. Myself and Nu will correct that, and I am afraid, you are standing in the way of progress.” she had exclaimed.
The adamant attitude remained in the tone of Rosetta’s voice. Her eyes gazing down upon Gravity Beetle filled with confidence. Her bigotry for auto-navis was made apparent, but the driving force still unknown. Either way, she did not divulge anything more than her hatred.
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 19, 2017 19:29:23 GMT -8
Ah, so that's where this was going. Gravity Beetle hadn't expected this turn of events, but it didn't really matter. The spacial Navi had just been told that his life and existence were inconsequential. That was enough for any day.
Gravity Beetle: Have a nice day, miss.
Gravity Beetle laughs under his breath, shakes his head and turns away. In one instant, the little girl had gone from someone that Gravity Beetle would willingly show respect for to someone that didn't matter at all.
[Gravity Beetle Log Out]
Edge holds his smile through the entire incident, not letting any changes be visible until after the ONB commander
Edge: Y'know, it really is funny. Everything that you mentioned there has a common thread; they were disasters brought about because of the stupidity or selfishness of humans, but were fixed by either Navis, or Navis and humans working together
Edge's eyes finally open, a smug look on his face.
Edge: Genesis, Resonance, Zane, X, Zero. These are just a few Navis who have risked or even given their "immortal" lives to protect not just their own kind, but humanity. And guess what? none of them have operators, and I'd bet that all of them have suffered far worse than you ever have because of it, kiddo.
Edge's smile continued, but his eyes were slowly becoming more serious as he continues; a stark comparison to his normal joking nature.
Edge: Are we artificial? Sure, that goes without saying. But does that make us any less "alive"? Think what you like...
Edge holds out his hand, turns it in front of his face and smiles.
Edge: ...but I feel a full set of emotions, I've experienced loss, and I've grown from it. Maybe you've got other opinions, but those opinions really don't matter to me, kid. I'd call myself alive by the definitions that human beings use for themselves.
Edge then looks past his hand to where Gravity Beetle had just been a moment before, thinking about the situation for a moment.
Edge: Y'know, when it comes right down to it, you just caused a scene and insulted a human appointed official to his face. I know enough about the law to know that he could have taken Nu captive, where we both know she would have been perma-deleted, and called on human ONB members to confiscate your PET. He literally could have legally unplugged you, but he was human enough to not ruin some punk kid's life.
Edge's eyes slide over to Rosetta's screen, though now he's far more aware of Nu's actions, ready to respond should the slime girl choose to defend her operator violently.
Edge: Oh, and by the way, I actually do have an operator, so don't try to hide behind that excuse. Now please, tell me why I'm wrong because your opinion is so very important.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Mar 19, 2017 20:21:18 GMT -8
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Oh, and by the way, I actually do have an operator, so don't try to hide behind that excuse. Now please, tell me why I'm wrong because your opinion is so very important.
Rosetta’s face had not moved…not a bit.
Well, maybe a waver, but it was more or less than in response to his words, but the solution she had in mind. Of course, she was rethinking her options, and what she believed in, but she was out of options. She had to place her power and blame towards something, and it was only logical that if she wanted to protect what she had dear: the only thing that she had dear, she would have to act out of her instinct: her logical one to remove variables.
“You’re not,” she responded to Edge, “Not one bit. If anything, I was serious about my questions. Where are the Auto-Navis, where are the those who are acting on a whim? It bothers me…if anything, it bothers me just as much as I am depending on…her. The net has been given to you all, and yet, you are asked to deal with tasks that…shouldn’t mean you have to risk your lives. Your wars…you have all fought them while human beings could do virtually nothing…especially when Juno threatened to destroy us both.”
Rosetta had of course been referring to Nu. Her smile still there, looking back towards the screen towards the fearful young girl. She was perfectly aware of the thought she dreaded, and so, she spoke nothing as she looked to Rosetta, to Edge, to the nearby shrimp tank as she shrugged her shoulders and acted as if she was removing herself from the conversation. She lifted her hand, acting as if she was not interested in their conversation as she moved her hand in a matter as to say “yap yap yap.”
“If he unplugged this P.E.T….I would be fine with it. It just means Nu would be off of her leash and she would finish with things, regardless of my presence. If he deleted Nu…that would be fine too, I would just have to find an alternate means of choking the network to ind its secrets. We already discussed about how we feel about this, and although she won’t admit it…”
There was silence for a moment. Nu’s empty stare going to the shrimp tank became a glare.
“I do not remember your name,” she had started again, “But I am sorry. A ‘punk’ kid may be fitting. I am, after all, responsible for…being naïve. I kept thinking, perhaps, that by using Nu, I can do an impossible task…to be able to make it so that my brother and his friends would not have to keep stepping in to save the world. Instead, now, I-”
She stopped. It was probably not wise to get emotional.
“B-but…like now, that’s just the consequences of my actions,” The screen oriented itself, opening itself in multiple windows as her icy expression returned, “I need to clean up my mess, and this is probably the only way I know how. Gravity Beetle and the officials will hate me regardless…as well as my brother. If Gravity Beetle and the ONB actually has his intentions on trying to salvage this bill, then I want him to fight for what he believes in, because I will as well. I-I…don’t want anyone getting involved.”
Whoever this NetNavi was, Nu did not seem to think of him as a threat. Rosetta had been puzzled about his intentions, let alone his motivations. Yet, he was operated by a human being? She did not, at heart, think it was relevant, but yet he seemed actually interested in talking to her. Here, she had thought she burned most of her bridges by now. She could not even think of the “receive call” button on her P.E.T. being warm. The thought was lost to her as she tried not to remember Million’s Streets hectic noises and the last time she had seen Xeenneth and Megami.
“Your presence, it baffles me though,” Rosetta went on with a smile thinking herself a fool, but for other reasons, “You don’t seem to have an interest in either my goal or the ONB’s, and I can’t imagine Nu becoming chummy with someone for any reasons but simple amusement. I am guessing, you are here because you are pitying a little girl? It’s okay. I have made peace with myself long ago. I knew long after I set out to accomplish my goals that my ideas would be…Mad. Still, I need to do this, and I can’t imagine any other way.”
Rosetta’s smile vanished as her face became straight once again. It was as if she felt that she was about commit social and psychological suicide in some way.
In one’s perspective, they would be right.
_____________________________________________________ ”Everything else is leftovers!”
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Post by Raven8 on Mar 20, 2017 20:28:20 GMT -8
Well that was a record-setting waffle. First she thinks that Navis should basically be enslaved to humans, and now she's feeling sorry for them? Yeesh, this kid is more screwed up than... well, Edge!
Edge: Let me set 'ya straight on one thing, kiddo; I don't really have any pity. I pretty much go where I want, do what I wanna' do...
Edge then motions over to Nu.
Edge: ...and right now your little friend here made me wanna' stick around for a while.
Edge then stands up and yawns, stretching as he does so.
Edge: I will tell 'ya a few things about yourself though, even if 'ya don't want to hear them. The first is that you're putting way too much stock into labels. In fact you're using such big labels that you can't even see what you're labeling any more.
The second is that you've put way too much weight on your shoulders. The world doesn't want a piggyback ride, kid.
Edge then drops a hand, forming a white energy saw on his wrist as he does so, holding it up towards Nu as he glances to Rosetta with a wry smile.
Edge: And speaking of weight; this convo is a bit heavier than I wanna carry on. Let's have a bit of fun instead, eh?
Despite his unique nature, Edge had never been one to trifle with, and this display would show that. Like a bolt of lightning, Edge launches a green energy chain and attaches it to the wall above Nu's head. He then recoils the chain and jumps to the side, skidding across the surface of the shrimp-tank water with his saw-blade lowered to the surface. His speed and veracity scream across the over-sized tank as the water duck-tails behind him in a massive cascading wave. This entire show takes roughly a second to play out before he finally reaches Nu, his weapon drawn, and performs one swift blow to end it all.
....as the water finally splashes to the ground and the bafflingly sudden and uncalled for show of speed and power ends, Edge stands on the wall, anchored via his chain. The deed was done, and all that remained was the after-effect.
Roughly a dozen shrimpy virus now lay at Nu's feet, headless and skinned, ripe for a shrimp feast!
Edge: Now those are raw, so you should probably cook them first. Wouldn't want you to make any of the parasites that may be living on them sick!
Edge laughs to himself, obviously entertained at his antics. He flips off of the wall and shoots a wry smile to Nu before performing a two-fingered salute to Rosetta, his eyes sparkling as he does so
Edge: Name's Hippopotamus, by the way. Let's talk again after you stop carrying around that cross, eh?
Edge crosses his hands behind his head, winks at Nu, and strolls out of the network. His instincts were telling him that he could have fun elsewhere, and being too heavy for very long really puts a damper those instincts.
[Edge: AquaNet>?]
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