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Post by Gaia on Sept 10, 2014 16:36:13 GMT -8
The new Navi had picked up and tossed around Antlion as though he were nothing more than an inconvenience. Blade knew, suddenly, that he wouldn't be much harder to dispatch of.
He asked him a simply question, and Blade realizing that this Navi was addressing him. He actually acknowledged Blade existed; rather than throwing him to the bugs. He made a gulp. Blade was indeed a prideful Navi; but stupid? That was certainly not on the list.
This was crack time. Let's go.
"I intended to gather the information everyone seeks for, and yet they know not of it. I choose to gather the information that others seek for blindly. . .the information needed to evolve."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2014 7:46:12 GMT -8
Ruin opened a clenched fist, two small chips orbiting each other in the palm of his hand. He looked down to it for a moment as he pondered. Evolution, was a term he had heard from time to time in regards to navis, but it was rare. Progress was a much more common term, and power even more. The chips began to deconstruct themselves, becoming streams of purple data that swirled in Ruin's hand. The torrent of code strings grew thicker and thicker as the chips unraveled, before they finally began to match up, swirling into a new chip.
"Evolution. Perhaps that is one way to put it. Interesting indeed, I'm glad my hunch wasn't entirely wrong."
Ruin tossed the new chip in his hand to Blade as Darkness welled up from beneath him once more, the same tendrils reaching out as if the drag him beneath the surface of the net.
"We could use one like you. Come to the Dark Colony if you wish to meet others who might further your quest in exchange for your talents."
As the darkness engulfed Ruin, he smiled at Blade, a similar wicked smile as with Antlion, but more confident, with less insanity that it would seem from the previous one. He maintained eye contact with blade even as the darkness from below engulfed his face. When he was gone, his voice echoed in Blade's mind.
"The Chaotic is Waiting."
[Ruin Location Change: ?]
[Blade Received Darkchip: DarkSword and Darkchip: DarkMeteor]
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Post by Gaia on Sept 11, 2014 13:49:41 GMT -8
Blade circled the Darkchips in his hand, juggling them around as he pondered the Navi's words. The Chaotic. . .
He closed his hands around the Dark Chips, fully accepting them into his programming. This was what he needed to do. . .
He forced all of his energy around him, pulsing out from his current location and streaming the Net, in the form of little more than a Dark Aura.
Here I come.
[Blade Location Change: Dark Colony]
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Sept 28, 2014 4:56:47 GMT -8
As Antloin had feigned his death, his systems came back online, knowing what they had said through recordings after his lights went out... This infuriated him...
"How dare they throw me aside like trash, I will show them. I will become the very thing they despise once more..."
He spoke as his arms spread out, lifting himself into the air slightly and dispersing into thousands if not millions of insects. These insects crawled into every crevice or hole they could find and began to search for entrances to the Dark Colony. This was Antlion's time to come back....
"...A challenge."
[Location change Undernet Main - Dark Colony]
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Post by B.o.B. on Nov 25, 2014 17:50:00 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE Disco ports in waiting around for this very mysterious salesman...hopefully it will be a GROOVY! experience.
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Post by Vilicious on Nov 25, 2014 18:08:39 GMT -8
The shadows see.
They see the navi waiting, hold themselves back in the edges of the peripheral, flit and dance to and fro and back to their source, cruising the cursed highways, ramps, pits, and sharing all they perceive with a one-eyed fiend who waits also. In the perpetual dusk he waits, listening to his listeners with an ear keen to their news: Another customer come seeking merchandise.
Around the new-come navi they, the shadows, bubble with laughter barely perceptible above the constant noise of static. They cackle as some dark brook, move as a brood, and spiral up a jagged spire's spiral pathway up, up, and into the disjointed night.
The shadows lead.
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Post by B.o.B. on Nov 25, 2014 18:13:54 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE A quick movement only perceptible in the corner of Disco's eye, but as he goes to look it seems like it escapes his view. Always just in his peripheral vision. When finally he sees it. The shadows them selves beacon to Disco as if teasing him with the rhythm of the night.
"...I can dig it"
Disco says, following the shadow stairwell upwards.
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Post by Vilicious on Nov 25, 2014 18:41:49 GMT -8
"...dig it, ig it, it, it... it... it...?"
The shadows dissipate.
The spiraling way wanders high and higher, separated from the other rising walkways by air and at times cleft to the rising spire by only stressed supports and what could only be the hopes past of those that had passed.
As the peak approaches so too does the pathway's end... or so it appears, until DiscoKid takes another step. Where it seems only the static reaches higher, there's evidence of a trap door that opens upward, shrouded in (more?) darkness and lacking the headache inducing busyness of the Undernet's ancient backdrop.
Beyond, something speaks in hushed sternness with chattering shadows.
Those shadows await.
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Post by B.o.B. on Nov 25, 2014 18:48:54 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE As Disco reaches the peak of the stairwell, he is stopped by a mysterious trap door...He pushes it upwards and pulls himself into the darkness...only the shadows know what awaits him. As they tease him even further into their depths...
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Post by Vilicious on Nov 25, 2014 21:17:13 GMT -8
The shadows relent.
Darkness welcomes its new... victim. The door disappears and the subtle edge to phantom shapes reveals a pair of chairs that don't quite face each other in a room that doesn't quite exist. The very walls now whisper madness (anewoneanotherheretakehimtakehimtakehimclosethepass), the very walls are darkness, and a figure (here described) cuts his seated image against his favored ally.
The eye watches its quarry keenly; a long-fingered hand gestures openly to the remaining chair and the figure smiles thinly. "Dost thou know such that ye tempt? Souls apart from thee, drearily downer, richer if mine eye doth not deceive, drown dearly, deeply, whenupon these seeds see sour day. Seen, I have not, a one of particular taste nor exceptional prominence, so let it be promised that nothing be promised."
There comes a pause, a blink (a wink?), and into the patrons soul this merchant stares. He studies stolidly from his seat and makes an offer. "If yea, taketh thine seat and knoweth expenses might be served excepting other manners, else track thine travesty back and avaunt vi' yon escalations below: Mine obligations lie fulfilled, forewarning, thus leaving only unpleasantries in the form of query and thought... for what didst ye seeketh me?"
The shadows grumble.
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Post by B.o.B. on Nov 25, 2014 21:26:46 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE Disco enters into the abyss... to find himself alone in a room that feels to be drifting through purgatory... but Disco never lets the venue put a damper on his funk. He spins and struts to the empty chair listening patiently to this odd eyed stranger. Pulling off one final pose he sits arms back over the chair and one leg propped up on his knee.
"I heard it through the grape vine that you were the person to contact for an interesting happening....I can dig the requirements brotha, my talents are at your service."
The room was full of maddening sounds and dissonance, but this was Disco's perfect environment. Plenty of chaos and no order, the most interesting things in life are all because of chaos.
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Post by Vilicious on Nov 30, 2014 20:11:11 GMT -8
The shadows murmur.
Melodiously, shadow fingers dance upon the recliner's arm. The owner persists in his eerie staring, eying his guest down to determine potential personal assets.
"What, pray tell, art thine 'talents'? He leans, lurches, leers at the patron, not acting to challenge the other but acting as though challenged himself. The disquisitive eye widens, the iris expands to almost dominate it, and the pupil dilates to a maddening degree; a black aperture mirroring the guest's face and reaching to his deepest mind: "Why then, the question is begged, shouldst onesuch as I employ onesuch as thee?"
The shadows inquire.
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 1, 2014 9:07:45 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE Disco grinned, feeling the gaze of this shadowy denizen of the darkness. Disco preferred it when all eyes where on him, always one wishing to be the center of attention.
"My talents are many and marvelous. I live for chaos that is the only true way to live! and as such my talents are related to spreading its euphoric fever!"
Disco says standing and doing a turn, ending in a fabulous pose.
"GROOVY! Can you dig it?"
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Post by Vilicious on Dec 2, 2014 16:58:38 GMT -8
The shadows surcease.
The shade himself shivers, his eye closes. Though the room is chill, it is not so much that a shadow would shake - this' are sourced in his patron's words and in no warm way. He raises a hand, opens a dark mouth as though to speak, is only silenced by a sudden explosion of shrill laughter from the gremlins of the room. This he ceases with a wave of his same hand and continues.
"Fie! Vagary vets naught but nattering when thou art of meager means... Afore mine assent to thy wishes for a 'happening', prithee ye heed a one wish from I: Prove thy words. Sow chaos, reap reward. Degradation, death, demonize such that would seek glory. Drown those puissant dreamers whereuntil mine wares wear twixt their body and soul... THEN thou'lt be worthy here, THEN seek mine presence again. "
A single mote of a shadow, subservient to the greater, separates from the room encompassing. Its black eyes speak of mischief. It latches to the cast of Disco's own. "Thy companion, thy watcher, thy judge and thy jury," he ends, and the entire scene is gone. But for a single pair of glass eyes watching from darkness, all evidence is as well. The groove-navi sits alone on a stone at the top of a dark world. A stale wind blows.
The shadow leers.
((In short: This is going to be your alternate payment method. Prove Disco sows chaos. Go spread darkness, delete some navis, backstab people, whatever you feel he needs to do to prove his words, and after you've done that link me in the shop topic with your request for V's presence. The shadow's there, unobtrusive but watching, to give V a value on your credit later.))
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 2, 2014 17:42:16 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE "...well then so be it..."
Disco said now abruptly alone except for his new shadowy passenger. Looking down at it,
"Why don't we go looking for some trouble..."
Disco says standing and then spining out of existence.
[location change: Dark City]
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