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Post by Vilicious on Dec 1, 2011 11:39:21 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]((Syn.EXE only, from here. Other posts will be deleted.))
Syn stands seemingly alone, and all around him familiar colors and shapes move at random in a scintillating mess of sensory input that lies just beyond comprehension. The transposition is sudden, violent, and nauseating. Gray and black blurs spin around behind him, green blurs mix in with a lighter gray, purple touches on his peripheral vision, stoney gray bleeds into orange, dark-blue, red, light, dark, shadowed, transparent, opaque, transluscent, everything in between; all of it blends at such a speed that even the solid stone ground of the courtyard that had been under him moments before is bled into the maelstrom. There's a sense of panic about the motions, and regardless of any attempts to the contrary, that sense begins to seep into Syn's mind...
His hand remains outstretched, attempting to grasp a piece of Mysterious Data that no longer appears to be where it was, or no longer appears to be... at all.
The atmosphere here begins to hum, and a faraway voice speaks imperiously:
"SYN DOT EXECUTABLE". IDENTIFIED BY INTERACTIONS WITH LICENSE HOLDER "XYZILLENTZ DOT EXECUTABLE". What does our derring-doer do next?
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Dec 1, 2011 12:06:22 GMT -8
The Reaper blinks as he finds himself in a new area, before almost falling over, feeling a strange sensation in his stomach area over the shift. Giving a cough, he stands, overcoming the feeling, taking a closer look at everything. It felt like... What did Operators call it? A 'trip' of some sorts. And looking at it builds a sense of anxiety within him that he wasn't liking at all. Pulling back his hand, he wonders where that data could have gone, before hearing the voice. Xyzillentz? ...It was probably the snake Navi then. "...What is going on?"[/color] He questions aloud, halfheartedly desiring an answer but not really expecting it. Seeing no point in standing still, he begins to move, ignite a black flame in his hand to try and see if there was something he was missing.
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 1, 2011 12:34:25 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]His question is echoed back to him from some point in the air ahead of him, but with a different intonation than before. It sounds like Syn's own voice, but hollower, even more mechanical. "...What is going on?" The imperious voice overtakes his audio-receptors again before either voice can answer the other:
LANGUAGE: ENGLISH. There's a pause as everything here in the sphere of color waits for Syn to make another move. It waits, watches as he manifests the flame, and then, instead of flickering upward it wraps into itself. Another hand, the mirror image of Syn's own, begins to phase into existence just above the flame... the same distance as Syn's is below the flame. An arm follows, again matching that of the flame-maker with the very same bandages that he has. A shoulder then, and a torso, wavering like the flame that both entities hold. These lack the shirt of their counterpart, but instead are covered in more bandages. Panic jolts through the air like electricity. The mirror-hand could be considered to be twitching, if such a movement didn't cause it to flicker out of existence.
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Dec 1, 2011 12:52:02 GMT -8
Hearing a sort of echo, the Reaper stills, as the voice from before immediately follows the mechanized speech. Above his own flame, another shape comes into being, causing Syn to raise an eyebrow. It... seemed to be his own arm? How... The Reaper pulled back the hand which had conjured the flames a little, raising his other arm and conjuring another fire, morbidly curious as to what would happen even as the tension in the air feels erratic.
"What are you seeking...?"[/color] He muses aloud, growing more intrigued by the events in spite of everything.
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 1, 2011 13:33:34 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]Syn's reflection withdraws its own arm, but it fractures into a thousand copies of itself. Another hand raises again to mirror the Reaper's, but yet another seems to hang upside down in the air with the shoulder and other arms. Those that fractured return to being singular, and the delayed other swings and merges with that currently mirroring its apparent originator. The sense of panic disappears, instead replaced by an intense curiosity that amplifies Syn's own... What? What was this? ...What... is happening? What... is? The questions pound into the navi's mind from no visible source or by any audible means. The voice again attempts to articulate: "Wh... huh..." The mechanical overtones are lesser, but again, the deeper, more commanding voice booms
WHAT: INTERROGATIVE REPRESENTING AN UNKNOWN ABSTRACT OR OBJECT. "S... Seeking..." Panic again, weaker. The spherical visions surrounding the scene continue their movements, but colors begin to blend into shapes. The flickering image before the Reaper solidifies briefly, and more bandages appear further into the air: The beginnings of legs. From the thing's sternum, an orange glow issues forth. The form of a neck gradually fades into being, this without bandages but instead only a silvery-metallic color.
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Dec 1, 2011 13:47:45 GMT -8
The movement caused it to break? Each action that was being made only served to make everything much more intriguing, as he heard the questions resounding within the confines of his mind. It had dropped the panic, switching to curiosity... But panic picked up once more, after the imperial voice resounds. The fracture had been fixed, continuing to mirror Syn, and he looked on with a bit of apprehension as more of the mirror image came into being; the most interesting part being the orange glow and the metallic neck.
Tilting his head to the side, the Reaper flicks his right hand, causing the flame in it to go away, before reaching out to wave a hand in front of the orange glow upon the other's chest. Why was it there? His curiosity continued to expand with each passing second in this strange place.
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 2, 2011 9:43:25 GMT -8
((Sorry, was way too tired when I finally got online last night. But today, progress!))
[bgcolor=black]The image, too, flicks its hand and waves its other to Syn's chest. As it does so and obscures its own chest, the glow turns into cracks, which then split into further cracks, and those still further until its entire breastplate is cloven from side to side, neck to navel. Metal under the wrappings begins to blossom outward, and heat unlike anything else on the net pours forth, burning and scorching what wrappings remain over the rent in the things chest. Shins ((/kneeslapper)) begin to form, followed by feet. The beginnings of a metal jaw integrate themselves onto the already formed neck, and then...
More metal. No emotion or feeling plucks at Syn's mind as before. The rest of the head forms. More metal. Silence in the mind. No mouth, nose, eyes, ears... just a featureless metallic head-shape. The air begins to hum again, signature of the stronger voice. The "image", no longer illusory and now failing to mimic its original, falls to a gravity now apparently akin to Syn's... whole. No sound issues from any surface it would land on, instead just a nearly nonexistant clink as a leg strikes an arm. It remains there, motionless. The hum disappears for a brief moment, and then returns at a strength tenfold that of before. The blurs and shapes of color within the sphere begin to sharpen, fit to a pattern, showing Syn... the world he had just come from? Shapes still move by too fast for distinction, but a gray and black shape moves by like a heavy liquid sinking through water. The voice booms, louder than before:
RAPID-FORM ASSISTED COMPILING COMPLETE. PROJECT FINAL RELEASE READY FOR PROCESSING. [/center] The word "assisted" rings out with a sarcastic tang, though it would have had to have been prepared that way, assuming a mind isn't behind the voice as it is. The hum ceases. Something far away makes a decisive CLICK. [/color]
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Dec 2, 2011 10:36:56 GMT -8
Syn puts a hand over his eyes as the glow begins to spread, and a searing heat is generated. Lowering his hand, the Reaper sees the completed from of the one before him. Completely metallic, with no genuinely distinctive features to speak of. It was no longer a copy of himself it seemed, but its own construct. And the motionlessness it displayed was... a bit unsettling, if he had to be truthful. Hearing the hum pick up, he wonders what would be said, before intense flashes pass by. That was... Syn blinks as he notes a shape moving, eyeing it warily as he kick backs, prepared to summon his weapon.
Hearing the voice make another announcement, sensing the sarcastic emphasis on assisted, he had to wonder... "What are you...?"[/color]
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 2, 2011 14:37:08 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]Noises from outside begin to filter through. Behind Syn, thickened gunshots sound off like sharp puffs of air. A large blue blob obscures a black one. Muffled voices. More movement. The image gets a little sharper. AirMan took somebody down. At the Reaper's question, all sound gets replaced by the vvvvvvvv hum of the sphere again.
THIS ENTITY IS AN AUTOMATED PROGRAM INTENDED TO FULFILL THE COMPLETION OF THE FINAL RELEASE OF THIS PROJECT. YOU ARE "SYN DOT EXECUTABLE", AS IDENTIFIED BY INTERACTIONS WITH "XYZILLENTZ DOT EXECUTABLE". THIS PROJECT IS THE FINAL RELEASE OF THIS PROJECT. SYSTEMS BOOTING... The thing on the floor twitches. In strange ways, it still resembles the Reaper physically, but with such alien differences that they become obscured. In a blink, the empty dome of its skull is possessed of a full head of silvery gray hair down to its nose, sharp as though made of metal with the intention of mimicking Syn's hair and thus becoming a mockery... the thing starts to stir more... VISUAL ACUITY: SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT. AUDIO ACUITY: THIRTY PERCENT. It places a hand on the ground, as though to shove off: The sphere-world shakes. MENTAL CAPABILITY: FIVE PERCENT. INCREASING. PHYSICAL CAPABILITY: TWO PERCENT. INCREASING. It shoves indeed. What invisible ground there is beneath Syn shakes. Violently. VERBAL ACUITY: FIFTEEN PERCENT. PHYSICAL AGILITY: TWENTY-SEVEN PERCENT. What were obvious objects and navis in the confines of the sphere begin shaking with the same ferocity. EMOTIONAL CAPABILITY: EIGHTY PERCENT. GENERAL PERFORMANCE ASSESSMENT: WEAK. THIS PROGRAM WILL SOON TERMINATE. FINAL RELEASE OF PROJECT WILL SIMULTANEOUSLY BE RELEASED. The thing stands to full height before Syn, a nearly full foot and a half taller than the initiator. Heat blasts out of its chest like a furnace, and its arms hang limply at its sides, down to its knees... at the base of them, its hands are now in full view: Four sharply clawed fingers each. Its feet break from their wrappings to reveal similar features. Vents crack open along the sides of the torso: More heat pours. The sphere gets... uncomfortably warm. Just above the jaw-line, another crack begins forming, and partly formed words issue from it as though spoken in the dialects of the deepest pits of the Black Earth from the darkest beast imaginable... Every tone is accompanied by a growl that shakes the sphere-world. "AH... UH... gigigi... UH... I... UH-I... AH... AM... UH-I AH-AM... AM...[/b] No heed is payed now to Syn. The thing stands, and stutters, and imposes heat and fear and panic and anger and sadness all at once on the Reaper, but does not impose a single thought upon him...[/color]
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Dec 2, 2011 16:10:09 GMT -8
That... that was rather informative to be honest. What did the final release entail though? And again, the connecting with Xyzillentz... There was no way for all this not to have some tie with him. Syn raised an eyebrow as the construct grew hair, looking much like his own, turning it into a mirror image once more. What else would it- The Reaper stumbles for a step, as whatever it is pushed against the world they were in, and the world responded to such an action, as the ground beneath beneath begins to shake. "What is this...?"[/color] He murmurs, apprehension creeping up once more at the strange show of power. Something like this... Should it really have been possible?
Looking up at the 'copy', Syn brushed off the remaining comments from the voice, even if normally he would have reacted to the word weak. This thing was... A beast, to put in simple terms. Clawed appendages. Radiating heat. Gangly arms, and a crack for a mouth. All sorts of sensations are aimed at him; a few he was well acquainted with. The others... He'd much rather do without. "What is the purpose for the Final Release...? And what is this guy going to do?"[/color] The Reaper eyes the bestial mirror more closely now. He couldn't understand why the emotions were being sent. Or better yet, why they were there in the first place.
Rather, what are you trying to do...?[/color]
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 2, 2011 17:13:53 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]((James Cromwell says to Will Smith: "That... is the right question."))
The thing before Syn exhales its burning breath again, and its shoulders tense. It repeats itself...
"UH-I AH-AM... AM..."
The air hums, weaker.
THIS PROJECT IS THE FINAL RELEASE OF THIS PROJECT. ITS PURPOSE IS- [/center] It's interrupted for the first time. The creature struggles with its words some more: "AH... AL..."[/b] The entire field of vision from within the sphere-world goes blood red. It gets bleary. Glitches start manifesting from the very walls, and at the center of it all... the thing growls ominously. It's continuing to play with its mouth, to finish the words it had begun. "UH-I AH-AM... AM... AH... AL... AL..."It breaths, and the negativity of the previous emotions washes away. Something triumphant now arises, amidst a growl from the depths of its chest, but erupts into a cacophony alike a primal scream, high pitched and terrible: "I AM... AM... AH... AL...
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A L I I I I I I I I I I I V V V E ! [/center][/size] The sound echoes off of the nothing in this space, piercing all of Syn's audio-sensory programs and demolishing them from the sheer noise. In a slow pivot, this now alive monstrosity lowers its would-be gaze down to the Reaper as though the very sensation of the movement is new and wonderful. The crude, misplaced crack which represents its mouth curls upward in an even cruder attempt at smiling. The pleasure, the sheer glee, is intoxicating. The threat, intentional or not: Tangible. THIS PROGRAM IS NOW TERMINATED. GOODBYE, "SYN DOT EXECUTABLE". [/color]
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Post by Shinn the Failedge on Dec 2, 2011 17:39:38 GMT -8
Syn's eyes widen. To corrupt? That was- The screeching sound ushered forth, a howling of words which grates onto the Reaper in its sheer stature of ill nature and beast-like nature. The words spoken bring a terrible feeling into his mind. One that he cannot pinpoint. There is a sense of fear, of apprehension, but those are not dominant. Even with his hearing system damaged, he still stared at the creature before him. Alive? So then, those whole thing was just build up towards this final instance... And staring into that madness before him, he couldn't help a small grin. The first moment of freedom, that taste of accomplishment. He remembers his own very well, as the institution which created razed to the ground as he finally broke out of such chains.
He could feel that this was something that was dangerous. For who he didn't not know. "Ha... Alive...?"[/color] It probably was not expect, then, for him to be able to do anything. And gaze back into the eyes of the monster he had inadvertently brought forth, his grin widen. Curiosity was such a dangerous thing, wasn't it.
"And now that you know that... What will you do...?"[/color] And perhaps this was the greatest corrupter of all. That feeling of no limitations, of movement. He had briefly tasted the addiction of Dark Chips, as many had before, but it paled in comparison to the sway that freedom held over him. And perhaps that madness was taking over again, as black flames began to rise again, enveloping his body in a thrashing sway of violent and vibrant colors. His hand twitched, preparing to call his scythe.
He might not be able to hear the response... But after all, actions spoke the loudest, as Thanatos formed in his hands, bringing with the darkened embers of the Reaper. The thing before him was something to dread. But there was no point in wallowing in it now that it had come forth.
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 2, 2011 18:30:26 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black] It takes several breaths, short and evenly paced. The disturbing "smile" disappears, it turns its head from side to side. The images remain red and cast a suitably bloody light over everything within... without turning back to look at Syn, its left claw moves upward. The Reaper is paralyzed against all reasonable thought, against all impulse to move, against all the visceral hatred that now radiates from the thing's being. The hand brushes Syn's stomach, stops. From the elbow, it appears that the hand continues moving, and yet it remains stationary. Instead, another has sprung from the joint. This moves to Thanatos, grasps it by the blade. Another, from the upper. It reaches to the right, Syn's left, wraps around his arm. A fourth. It follows the contours of the navi's arm, brushes against his throat. The thing attempts to smile again, at this, and wraps the hand around his face with one talon between his eyes, one on each cheek, and the final against the top of the Reaper's neck. Glitches begin to circulate around the thing's head in the same pattern as they do with the Mysterious Data on the outside: Two wobbling circlets. As they pass Syn, they turn to red orbs like eyes, bloody and black-pupiled. They regard him, turn away, circle again, turn to him again, again and again and again and then, finally, the thing answers. One word. Though he can't hear it, the message is clear: The entire scene fades to red.
[Syn.EXE ejected from "Within the Mind". Topic closed] +30 EXP for Initiating +20 for A-Rank RP +40 for the right questions _____________ +90 EXP, total
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