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Post by Genesis on Jun 3, 2015 18:47:52 GMT -8
*And another timely arrival. Just a little sooner and he would've arrived as they described everything. Though this time his eyes possibly narrowed slightly behind his armor. It was hard to tell because of his armor, after all.*
"We both know you have way too much time on your hands to be concerned about it no matter how you look after your arrival just now."
*Jax had a problem he frequently had so he knew his pain. But then he also didn't rub it in that he had to move in a timely fashion because he had enough time to do whatever. Not a lot of times that they had an excuse besides the sake of doing it when they did things. To save the verbal conversation, Xion sent Jax the game plan in a message. With the adjustment that their first goal with be the lonely land of Netfrica before stepping it up. Would let them experiment a bit too.*
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Post by Shast on Jun 3, 2015 20:03:14 GMT -8
Jax He wasn't wrong, but that didn't really matter to Jax. Despite having a potentially infinite amount of time there were still personal tasks to attend, bridges to forge, shatter, and sculpt to his liking. Often these took precedence over what menial task that was begged of him.
Jax flicks some dirt from his shoulder and erects another passage. This one to Saul Kada. Before he can step into it however the portal disperses. This has happened before. Dead links to networks or an offline server. An issue that can be overcome but requires resources Jax lacks. He turns to Xion nods his hood in disapproval.
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Post by Genesis on Jun 3, 2015 20:22:28 GMT -8
"Oh?"
*Well that was a bump in the road he hadn't quite accounted for. So he tried himself and realized that... yeah, they couldn't get to Saul Kada. That would imply that it had just been terminated. Xion's own eyes held trance hints of confusion and his own disapproval at the matter. If they couldn't find a way around that dilemma then they would just have to hit Creamland first instead anyway.*
"As it would turn out, our target's become a bit hard to access, AirMan. Do you happen to have a way around that problem, Silence? If not we have to switch targets back to their original order."
*He didn't have the resources to get around it either. He didn't know if AirMan did or not, but if he did he would mention it in a few moments. If Silence did, then he would show them rather than tell him unless it was a detailed process and there was work to be done on that front.*
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Post by Vilicious on Jun 5, 2015 19:14:14 GMT -8
The sleeping mask lowers its head for a moment as though in thought - outside his mind, he reaches for the distant deserts and island of Saul Kada, as he normally would to reach a place, and sees (as the others had failed to perceive with their network reaches) nothing where something once was.
Another moment passes, head lowered. The moment stretches into a painfully long minute. The minute becomes more. Just when he feels patience has been stretched to its limit for an answer, the hood raises. It twitches subtly toward AirMan, leaving an implication of words unsaid left lying on the wind, but such remains not quite broached... No. There was a solution that did not require exposure of any kind just yet.
A single bandaged hand rises, upturned, and beckons the others to follow. Its owner flickers twice, and disappears in a hush of static and chromatic energy - ft, ft, fshhhhhh. The network trace it leaves behind is clear, and clearly intentional.
<Silence -> Rammount>
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Post by Genesis on Jun 5, 2015 20:05:11 GMT -8
*The silence was killer, and it was coming from Silence. And then the hand raised. Well he did think that the guy would act if he had something in mind. He had to try to do something too now that he was here. It resulted in him being covered in a sphere of shadows instead, failing the attempt as he mumbled to himself. The sphere still fell into the ground, dissolving as he made for the trace left behind.*
{Location Change: Rammount}
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Post by Shast on Jun 6, 2015 6:39:11 GMT -8
Jax Tick, tick, tick. The internal workings of Jaxs' mind count the seconds by the hundred. While consciously trying to recall where he had seen this meditative navi before. He had met many like it in his travels but this one seemed oddly... Then finally movement. That same navi departs for pastures less dismal. Beneath his hood Jax's expression changes slightly. Not of contempt or disgust but curiosity. He raises another dark gateway and steps through. It disperses behind him. Interesting company indeed. [Jax -> Rammount Castle]
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Post by Raven8 on Jun 6, 2015 6:49:57 GMT -8
Being led around by the nose by this shady Navi.... AirMan didn't like it. Why did he suddenly have such a firm grip on Xion's ear? This is a situation that would need strict observance, and this "Silence" would need to be at the center of the focus.
But, for now, it's best to simply play along. A gust of wind fills the area and encases AirMan in a cyclone, hiding him from sight for a moment before dissipating, leaving no sign of the blue Navi behind.
[AirMan>Rammount]
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 7, 2015 14:42:19 GMT -8
Purpose and drive bring only so much immunity to the powers that would come to bare against one's very being. Legion's onslaught through the walls of the Dark Citadel does not go unnoticed, nor does his trek through its many trap-infested yards (OOC: Which, BTW, should be a bit too much for a V2 to be capable of so easily)This becomes starkly obvious as the dark Navi finds himself standing against the form of one of the caretakers who had inherited this lost realm; the the Wind Navi, AirMan.
AirMan: Ho-HO! What have we here? Yet another mouse attempting to make a home in these great walls?
AirMan's gaze stays locked into Legion with a cold and calculating focus, the propeller affixed within his turbine engine spinning at a visibly slow pace, yet kicking up more than a small breeze in its wake.
AirMan: Scat, little mouse. Unless, of course, you feel that this is as good a place as any to die.
A low, growling laugh resounds just above the sound of the winds that AirMan produces at a constant rate, echoing as if thunder to herald a coming storm.
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 7, 2015 16:29:51 GMT -8
AirMan gives a stoic and unyielding look to Legion, his mind categorically reviewing recent events and associates...
AirMan: My recent activities? Perhaps a more pressing question is this:
The wind picks up a bit more, pressing against Legion harder than it had and making forward movement even more difficult.
AirMan: What business have you with me?
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 7, 2015 18:13:44 GMT -8
AirMan: A fight?
AirMan laughs under his breath again, dropping a tension on the conversation as he does so.
AirMan: This would be little more than a whole-sale slaughter. Honestly, it's obvious that I could kill you where you stand and not even break a sweat. Even more obvious when you consider...
AirMan's eyes trail off of Legion and into the shadows behind him, where a total of 6 heel Navis of various design slowly emerge. However, these are not run-of-the-mill cannon-fodder, as each has an obvious amount of power to back any actions that may be taken.
AirMan: However, there's no advantage to be had in killing you, so your options are simple; state whatever business you may have, leave the area in peace, or die where you stand.
AirMan unfolds his arms and shrugs, his eyes lazily closing as he does so.
AirMan: Honestly, it makes no difference to me.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 7, 2015 18:45:03 GMT -8
~Alpha-Nu-Omega~
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"...good going idiot! You've got us in a mess!"
The first thought through Nu's head was also a telepathic scolding to Legion. As she wormed her way through the frames and cracks of the network, she found herself making a U-Turn through the Citadel and carefully evading confrontations. NetNavis and Programs were strong around the parts, and she could just barely use her miniscule advantage of making them have one heck of a sickness. The only thing that caught her attention through her little parasitic puppet was the sight of him: AirMan.
From a small opening in the ground, a pin hole, a small pink blotch came from the ground and seeped into view. The liquid piled itself continously until one small puddle became a large glob of gel. The mold started to make itself into a human-like form, and the arms risen in a haste before the body fully constructed itself. A single digit pointing to Legion amongst the winds that scattered small blots of its body.
"I'm with stupid!" That's what Nu's expression said as she appeared before AirMan with her face finally forming her passively annoyed look on her child-like face. The blob girl looked to Legion with a crossed expression. It was somewhat of a terrible catch as she thought about the situation: If AirMan butchered this NetNavi and found her parasite, he would have the impression that she put a hit out on him or that this clown "worked" for her in the most professional manner.
She could not have the vengence of some blow-hard hanging in the wind...or the embarassment of her puppet doing something idiotic.
Her hand that pointed towards Legion held up a palm to AirMan, warranting him to stop. Almost begging as her eyes opened wide. Instinct and drive to survive and grow was what caused her to submit at the moment. If the turbine carrying NetNavi scattered her bugs, data, and gel into bits; she would be set back or even grinded to bits with his ability.
She just needed to calm the situation.
_____________________________________________________ “Now watch me have a share of my cake!”
Now Playing: ----- Chatty Ditz: ----- Moving from Area: Rammount Castle
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 7, 2015 20:45:46 GMT -8
And then came a familiar face. Oh, how time flies, and contacts fade...
AirMan: Ho-HO! If it isn't Nu... a tad smaller than I remember, but I do not forget a face.
AirMan waves off his men, allowing them to go about their business. The situation was defused well enough for the moment, and he'd call them back if things became ugly. In like suit, he brings down the threatening winds from his turbine engine, bringing about little more than a breeze. Then, with Nu's presence acknowledged, AirMan returns attention to Legion.
AirMan: I'd use caution when calling someone a miser, child. This castle is my current base. I did not fly here just for you, you assailed my property; an act that would net you a far less enjoyable conversation if not for my.... understanding.... nature.
AirMan takes a few steps forward, his fan slowly turning in his chest with each passing step.
AirMan: Now, since you ask; I am AirMan, and the Navis that met you moments ago were my "family" of sorts. My story is of little consequence, but of more interest is your name and story...
AirMan then motions to Nu with a passing gesture.
AirMan: ...as I am already well enough acquainted with your pretty little friend here.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 7, 2015 21:02:52 GMT -8
~Alpha-Nu-Omega~
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"I needed an assistant..."
Something Nu gestured to AirMan after he gestured to her. She had taped a single finger upon her chest, and then afterwards, swept her hand outward presentingly to Legion: her secretary. The blob girl seemed to roll her eyes, dismissively, as if to act as if the NetNavi was nothing. Truth in the matter, he was like a little node to her. She needed someone to move around and help her see the world with little to no alert.
So far...he was paying off. She looked around with her hands on her hips.
Her hand went out in such a passive manner, as if this "place" seemed like more of some cliche backalley hideout humans would present in a movie. Although, she had to admit, in her mind this was the best place. Strong NetNavis and programs wondered the place, and it made it difficult for her to get her like it was a long drive from the most distant land. No one wanted to make the same trip everyday if it meant it would cost their life.
"He is..."
Nu's eyes rolled in a bratty way, as if she did not recall Legion's name, what he did, his middle initial or any of that trivial stuff that was no concern to her. She turned a shoulder to him as she gestured her index finger off the top of her head. Her eyes settling upon the NetNavi as her face had gone still as stone, and with a furrowed brow.
"Small words..." she thought tauntingly to Legion. Her parasitic connection serving her well for this situation. "Don't even give him a hint that I'm talking to you!"
AirMan had the advantage on her; she needed to have some kind of trump card...and sadly, this reckless NetNavi might be it!
_____________________________________________________ “Now watch me have a share of my cake!”
Now Playing: ----- Chatty Ditz: -----
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 8, 2015 16:48:45 GMT -8
As Nu had hoped, Legion didn't even mildly tip off AirMan, who simply nodded to the explanation. He gives no real hint as to his feelings on the situation, instead just having a very obvious thoughtfulness through it all, looking off in the distance as he contemplates.
AirMan: Ho-ho... I see...
AirMan's eyes slide past Nu and over to Legion, looking with a strong focus that seems to look almost through the darkloid.
AirMan: So tell me; what plans do you have for your continued existence?
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 8, 2015 21:03:31 GMT -8
~Alpha-Nu-Omega~
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He was better as a puppet than she expected...
Nu liked the idea of his destruction tendency. The NetNavi tearing down the establishment and leaving nothing but scraps of data was perfect for her to collect information. Not only that, but the ameoba saw lots of value in the host. Eventually, she would consume him too, but she supposed collecting data from a more longitudal study and simple behavior observational manner would be interesting in the long run. She had shown a demeanor, unusual to her, that was very focused and calm as she stared at Legion.
His human-like features raised more questions. It tickled her instinct to devour and know, but yet, not so much to want to have her cake and eat it too. The parasite would do its final task in time: tell her where he was and give him his last marching order. For now, he was the perfect mask for her face as she stood before AirMan. Her hand tossed out haphazardly as she seemed to be posing a question to AirMan.
Her hand presenting Legion once more to AirMan as Nu swept her finger through the air in a circular motion before pointing to AirMan.
"He caan be useful." she implied to AirMan. Maybe giving the NetNavi as an offering of a free agent would probably keep the blow-hard turbine off her back.
_____________________________________________________ “Now watch me have a share of my cake!”
Now Playing: ----- Chatty Ditz: -----
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