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Post by notegg on Jul 12, 2016 16:13:34 GMT -8
A man strangely familiar to some looked to the sky.
So that's how Juno was going to play it.
"ƬƠƠ ƁƛƊ."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 21:06:05 GMT -8
Atop a tall building, a lone navi watched over the area. Wrapped in a cloak, and covering her face with a mask, this lone navi seemed to be looking for something, or someone. Opening a menu, she accessed the email app and sent a message to an old acquaintance. It read as follows.
Sender: Serix Recipient: Gravity Beetle Subject: Project Firestarter I have an idea. But we might need some help. I'm going to kick up some dust here in the undernet. With any luck, I may be able to meet with an old friend. End Transmission.
With the email sent, Serix walked over to the edge of the roof and dropped down to ground level. A quick glance at her surroundings allowed her to figure out her next move. Walking into a nearby store, she ignited her hands and started burning their products.
"Tell me where a certain navi is, and all of this will stop."
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Post by Unknown on Feb 26, 2017 17:53:06 GMT -8
Apart from it all, a story untold was about to happen here...or one hoped.
So, in that hope, they began to warp the scenery. The hanging spires were blasted at their base with an aura that crunched at them with a loving embrace. Torn from the void of darkness, they had begun to plummet and fall, spearing themselves into the terrain. One by one, they had been chocked in the same manner and plummeted in the same fashion. Finally, this had only ceased when they built a prison around a squared off area that was in a small corner of the network where nothing was alive but the glowing screen of the nearby bulletin board.
The prisoner gracefully strode over to the screen, a single digit reaching, as they begun to write characters on the board that would notify the residents of this place of the new message that would be news for today: the news that there was a fool in their midst.
By the time the digit had finished stroking the BBS, there was one message:
"I request an audience with you, my UnderKing, Serenade."
Nothing more said as the simpleton who hoped that the UnderKing, notorious for his mercy, would spare enough to hear out their request. So, the individual waited in the prison that would be their meeting ground, if possible.
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Post by Raven8 on Feb 26, 2017 17:59:32 GMT -8
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and yet no response comes. Though merciful, the UnderKing does not respond to the summons of those who have not yet earned audience.
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Post by Unknown on Feb 26, 2017 18:23:41 GMT -8
...silence remained, and so did this individual.
The sight could not have been anymore depressing unless it had rained on their cloak and weighed them down along with the looming sadness. Still, they had some sort of hope. That same hope kept them pinned their idly and thinking how could they possibly know more than what was known now? About the mysteries of the net, about their fate, about...what would happen to him?
Nothing but worry and concern brought the figure here, and so they remained even though they felt danger could swoop in at any moment. It was apparent that they created a beacon now, but that still was a dwarf to something much bigger. Turning back to the fallen formation of rocks, the figure swept out a hand making a wisp of aura gather around and crush each of them until rubble remained.
The silence was answer enough, and a reasonable response at that.
"...I need to know more," the figure thought, "I need to know, what will become of...us?"
A thumb swept against the ominous mark across the pixels that simulated what could be describe as lovely fragile skin. Had Embera been roaming about, perhaps she could help give more answers, but alas the figure was alone. The fiery king was not here to give words of advice, and even if she was, one knew well she was not one to hold someone's hand.
It was obvious then: there are only some questions that could be answered by one's own self. So, in a wisp of light, the figure went to search
[??? Location Change to ???]
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