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Post by Wackoguy on Jul 14, 2016 3:44:44 GMT -8
Glassman and Fiera glanced toward the bright light that built up behind them, listening calmly as the mystery person spoke.
"As far as this 'indefinite deletion', none of us can be positive about that...but as it stands, regarding the term 'deletion'...Earth is not a program, so Juno 'deleting it' isn't an option none of us can simply let happen." Glassman said to Rosary.
Though he wasn't ignorant to the mysterious being's actions in the not-too-distant past...
"And I'm pretty sure anyone and everyone who decides to come here is resolved to do something about this threat...namely putting a stop to it." Fiera spoke, nodding in agreement with her own statement as she kept her glance on Rosary.
"Despite these...circumstances, nice to meet you, Rosary. I'm Glassman." the gem-composed navi introduced, motioning to his red-haired accomplice.
"And I'm Fiera. Let's all do our best to put an end to this."
But now that they here, both GLassman and Fiera pondered what exactly they would do to even reach Juno...would they all collectively be brought directly to the mastermind...?
The answer to such a question was lost to either of them...but they did know that time was ticking...
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Post by Zeta on Jul 14, 2016 11:41:25 GMT -8
A mysterious navi appeared out of a portal several meters from where the rest of the group that stood before the presence of Juno. As he stepped out, he adjusted his tie and brushed off several dust fragments off his left shoulder for it seems he was on the rush to the area. He looked around to gaze upon those who have responded to the message that've been sent around the globe. A screen then popped up in front of the navi and on it was his operator, a male with dark brown hair and light brown eyes.
Ezekiel: "Did you make it to Elysium, Spartan?"
Spartan: "Yes, I made it to the location that was on the message we've received earlier. It seems others made it before me. By the way, are you sure about going through with this?"
Ezekiel: "Don't worry about me. If this mean you can live on, so that our culture won't cease to exist. Then go through with this even if it means the end of the Earth and humanity itself."
Spartan: "As you wish... Let's get this show on the road then..."
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Another navi appeared in Elysium, not far from a group of navis that were gathered because of the current situation at hand. This female navi had black plated armor with a hood over her head that barely covered her blonde hair. Underneath her hood she had noticeable wintry blue eyes and a cold facial expression to match with.
Incendina: "I did not want to get involved in this dilemma... But I know if he was still alive, he would of told to me come here either way to try stop this mad men..."
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Post by notegg on Jul 17, 2016 10:58:08 GMT -8
"I see many of you have come to stop me. I suggest you reconsider this choice, and consider that the future of navi-kind lies with us heroes, and not mere men."
In that moment, the great hollowed tree that served as Juno's base of operations disappeared, wavering into a long garden of endless pink flowers.
At the centre of this garden was a statue of Megaman and Lan Hikari, heroes of long ago. There was a plaque upon the memorial. From this centre point spread five paths, three to the south, one due south and two paths splitting to either the east or west. Two paths to the north, spreading to the northeast and northwest.
Meanwhile, those that had gathered to Juno's side were lectured.
"Yes, this is the only way. This is how The Angel had devised it, and so this is how it shall be done. Thank you for your cooperation." |
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Post by Wackoguy on Jul 17, 2016 15:04:30 GMT -8
Although they certainly heard the warnings, Fiera nor Glassman were backing out of this now. The voice that spoke served as a mere distraction to them both...
Taking notice of the change in the area, Glassman noticed the monumental statue and walked toward it, with Fiera trailing behind him.
"Hm. Funny of him to say that and yet have a statue of two heroes here...if he really believed that himself he'd just have the navi..." Fiera said, shaking her head.
As Fiera mused to herself about the voice's 'reasoning', Glassman leaned in to read the plaque. Maybe it held something important on it...?
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Post by Raven8 on Jul 18, 2016 9:28:56 GMT -8
This feeling, this determination, this rage. Far too long now they'd been quietly lost, forgotten to the sands of time as the life that all digital beings lead fell to virtual silence.
A mission abandoned
A purpose lost
A dream forgotten
...but how long can the essence of a tortured rage be silenced?
As if responding to Fiera's earlier call, the sound of heavy, metallic footsteps break into the heavenly light of the other-worldly network of shattered truths. With teeth gritted and fists clenched, a long-lost figure clad in heavy, violet armor takes his stand. His wrist-mounted cannons shine in the same light that causes the golden horns adorning his helmet to glint like newly-risen sunlight. In his walk is power, in his stance is authority, and in his eyes sparks the raw, unnerving determination that can only be found in one single being; the Armored Destroyer.
?: At last.
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Post by Kman on Jul 21, 2016 16:21:21 GMT -8
A burst of barely-controlled data erupted behind the others as the beast known as K-414 made his appearance. The beast's eyes were narrowed, not one who was fond of being told what to do, but the Animus Syndicate had all-but threatened him into going with the threat of deletion. He had argued with his NetOP the entire way, but now it seemed that he had little choice. "This had better be entertaining, Richard," the beast growled as he stomped forward.
"Relax. Just think of it as one of the biggest fights you've ever had."
"I was having that before-" the beast was beginning to growl back at the other before the tree that Juno made his home suddenly vanished, replaced by a plaque with what appeared to be a navi and a human. The navi looked primitive, and he gave a low grunt. "Who's that?" grunted.
There was silence on the end of Richard for a moment. "Are you kidding?" he asked.
"I don't understand the fundamentals of humor, Richard. No. I'm not making fun." The beast moved up near Glassman, his red-eyed gaze on the plaque for a moment before he heard footsteps coming in from behind them.
"Well, I guess the best way-"
But K-414 wasn't listening anymore as the violet armor came into view. His nostrils flared- he remembered this navi. It was one of his first forays into the Net after he'd been approved. There had been some sort of...meeting. He had been assigned to help guard as a show of good faith and to show off the power of the Animus Syndicate and then it had been this one that had arrived and destroyed much of Element City.
He didn't know, or care, if the Armored Destroyer knew him or not- K-414 could feel his virtual blood pumping through his synthetic veins. The possibility of pitting himself against the Armored Destroyer cut out any and all thoughts of Juno. Unless of course the fighter was on their side, in which case K-414 would wait...but he would have his fight.
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Post by Wackoguy on Jul 22, 2016 4:08:38 GMT -8
While Glassman kept his eyes on the plaque, giving a bit of divided attention to those who arrived after them, Fiera turned around to actually witness who had showed up.
"Something tells me we've got two serious contenders here." Fiera spoke under his breath, but enough for gLassman to hear her.
"That's a good thing. As long as we're all against this madman, we should be Ok." Glassman replied, doing his best to see whatever the plaque said...if it contained anything relevant to them at all.
Glancing at the wolf-like (OOC: or would lycan be more accurate..? Hm...), she definitely noticed his reaction to the heavily armored navi's arrival.
'It's not only a matter of what happens now...it's the aftereffects we might have to really be on guard against...
Keeping her thoughts to herself, Fiera waited for whatever would happen next...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 15:31:10 GMT -8
[Feint entering from Faith's Apartment]
[Nymphra entering from Faith's Apartment]
Two newcomers entered the area -- one in a black combat suit that fit her shape much better than imagination could describe, and the other wearing gray and crimson clothing with only four knives as far as her apparent weaponry was concerned.
The black-clad woman didn't look to be functioning at her full potential, but the stern look in her face still made her presence quite threatening.
She looked around at everyone that had already come. It was nice to know that she wasn't alone.
Nymphra, the gray-clad woman, stood closely beside Feint as they assessed the scene. She continued to scan the group that was here, as if expecting to find somebody that was absent.
" ... "
Warrior was nowhere to be found... and that was strange to her. But it was less important than the situation at hand.
They were here to stop Juno, but the commotion didn't seem to start just yet. Instead, there was a statue with a plaque on it in the middle of several branching roads. Nymphra took the time to read the plaque before making any further action.
It must have been there for a reason, right?
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Post by notegg on Jul 26, 2016 12:02:51 GMT -8
((SORRY FOR THE DELAY GUYS! NO INTERNET FOR TWO WEEKS I HATE THE INTERNET COMPANY!))
The plaque was strange. It pulsed with strange colours at the edges, shimmering with an odd rainbow light. It was as if a trick of the light, only pearlescent in colour if seen at obscure angles.
The plaque read as follows:
Kindred spirits forged in FIRE. Brothers who saved the world. Lan and Hub Hikari, feet firmly on the EARTH, eyes on the HEAVENS. May we never forget their contributions to this world.
Meanwhile, in the massive tree that watched over the world, Juno turned to his allies.
"It is only a matter of time. In a few mere hours, this world will be cleansed, and navikind will rise from the ashes of this world."
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Post by B.o.B. on Jul 26, 2016 14:31:06 GMT -8
B.o.B. looked down at its feet, mulling over what Juno had said. B.o.B. was torn part of them hated the idea of unnecessary destruction, while the other half...the newer half...well they were all in consensus about Juno's plan. They were always like that though, doing whatever it took to survive, no matter what the costs. All these conflicting feelings were so new to B.o.B., but B.o.B. wasn't just B.o.B. anymore...they weren't alone anymore...They would just have to get used to each other.
B.o.B. held out its hand, small droplets of grey goo poured fourth from their palm,. The small droplets joined together and created a ball that floated above B.o.B.'s hand. It shifted and twisted, until it took the shape of a tiny Handy virus. The small virus floated around B.o.B.'s hand, weaving in and out of B.o.B.'s fingers. Finally coming to a rest back on B.o.B.'s palm and dissolved back in.
B.o.B. looked up from its hand, back to the Starless and Juno, B.o.B: "...Angels and ashes huh?...dust to dust..." B.o.B. trailed off, deciding that nothing more needed to be said, and that it was more important to prepare for the oncoming forces that opposed them.
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Post by Wackoguy on Jul 28, 2016 4:12:10 GMT -8
Going over the plaque's words in their minds and even reading it aloud for a moment, Glassman and Fiera both attempted to grasp the hidden meaning behind the plaque...
They were both digital beings of fire, but the rest they didn't quite get...
"Well, I'm stumped..." Fiera spoke, regrettably.
A hint of worry was etched upon her face afterwards...but she didn't quit her thoughts of what the plaque could refer to...
With a brief 'blip', a video window appeared next to Glassman, displaying the face of his Operator.
"Anything, you guys?" he asked anxiously, looking between the two of them.
"All we have at the moment is a riddle on this plaque." Fiera answered, pointing toward it as she stood aside to let him inspect it.
"Can you read it to me? Maybe I can help out."
"Sounds like a good plan." Glassman said in agreement, clearing his throat as he prepared to read the plaque once more. " 'Kindred spirits forged in FIRE. Brothers who saved the world. Lan and Hub Hikari, feet firmly on the EARTH, eyes on the HEAVENS. May we never forget their contributions to this world.' And that's all it says..."
Placing a hand upon his chin, Shakeem quoted the text to himself...and then an idea dawned on him.
"That's it! I should've thought of it immediately!" he said, as if mentally kicking himself for not recognizing the statue immediately. "It's still a bit of a longshot, but I'm gonna see how correct I am!"
Unsure as to whether or not the navis who accepted could just jump to and fro, one thing had occurred to the young man...the answer was likely where he had been earlier that day!
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Post by Zeta on Jul 30, 2016 7:07:40 GMT -8
Spartan took a moment to process the words spoken by Juno towards the group of navis that have assembled before his presence. "Truly, will we rise from the ashes of this world,... due away with this planet and begin a new day and age in just a matter of hours?...", he said to himself. Because the thought of the end of the world exhilarated him, albeit knowing well it'll be at the cost of billions of lives, including the few people he'd cherished. Although, there was an extremely high risk of extinction for many, the situation doesn't seem to concern him very much. There wasn't time to turn back now and run. The descision has been made, might of been for selfish reasons, but all he can do at the moment is persevere as long as possible, and defend the cause by any means necessary. Time well tell what'll the future have in store, but for now it'll be wise to conserve as much energy. Because soon, enemy forces would rally up against Juno and his followers, to potentially put a halt to his plans of a new world. And when that happens, surely they'll will fall before the Great One...
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Post by Raven8 on Aug 3, 2016 16:44:44 GMT -8
Always games. The brutal Navi sees the occasional gaze pointed his way, but doesn't care. With this goal so close, all that matters is what must come next... however, for the moment it's better to wait and see....
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Post by Wackoguy on Aug 4, 2016 18:14:21 GMT -8
"Ok! So, if anyone here has an idea of how to answer this riddle or solve it, please speak now...or we'll be stuck here." Fiera said, hoping to get some kind of response out of the lot of them.
She wasn't one to normally speak up like that buuut...it seemed the situation called for them co-operating beyond just the actual impending battle...
As for Glassman, he looked at the statue and wondered if his Operator had really figured anything out himself. It'd be great if he did...
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"Glassman! Fiera! I've got the answer for all of you! Walk down the paths in this order..." he spoke, tapping in the order from Southwest to Southeast and finally South.
Glancing at the pathways that branched from the statue,Glassman and Fiera nodded to one another and followed the directions as they were given.
Walking down the Southwest path, then the Southeastern path and finally they traveled down the Southern path...
"...did that do anything...?" Glassman asked aloud, as both himself and Fiera waited to see what would happen next.
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Post by Gaia on Aug 6, 2016 18:37:18 GMT -8
Plagueman.EXE
They descended from above as a beam of data, the stream of light distorting and shifting about even in this most simplest of states. Trying to keep themselves together, Plagueman touched down in a patch of grass.
As soon as they landed, their data form coalesced into physical form, their collected mass forming into a large, formless blob on the ground, prokaryotes of all shapes, colors, sizes and species piling out. Some had differing effects upon contact with the grass: Some of them shriveled up and shied away, while others ate and absorbed the grass like cotton candy. Others tried tucking themselves away within the plant, acting as a plague did and infecting its host. Fungal pods attempted to plant themselves for the long haul, when, the protozoan that kept this mass of prokaryotes in check sent out a mental command.
All of them recognizing their decided leader, Plagueman's separate parts began pulling themselves up and off of the ground, colliding together and attempting to bond in order to make form. Naturally, prokaryotes weren't meant to work together in the way that they did, but, they had evolved - and, of course, were programmed - beyond that limitation. They formed together and took shape, and, within a couple of seconds, they have a feasible form for themselves. Working together to drag their lead, full-body suit out of their mass, they wrap it around themselves and wait as it seamlessly closes inward.
With their mold properly fixed and their form beginning to take root, the last thing that they create are their eyes. Blinking them open, they look around at their surroundings.
The hivemind gasped, a chorus of millions of tiny voices echoing together as one. They found themselves in a beautifully kept garden, paved with cobblestone paths and perfectly trimmed bushes. They had materialized right next to a statue of some famous hero, apparently, and others were already here, gathered around like they were just finishing some serious conversation.
They stretched out a bit, testing their limbs and flexing every part of their combined being, some of the more dangerous microorganisms forming the face shifting down into the lead suit to allow the less dangerous, but equally complex, ones be their face. Their skin tone changes from a deep blue to a gentle green, like a windshield wiper going across glass, those watching being able to tell that something beneath their paper-thin "skin" was moving.
Making a small smile, the mass turned to the group, hoping they had formed around potential allies and not enemies. "Hello," they echoed, waving a hand. "We are Plagueman, and we heard the broadcast a little moment ago. Although not very strong, we wish to assist in whatever way we can. In what way can we be of service?"
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