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Post by koga on Oct 5, 2015 16:13:17 GMT -8
"Well, you might be the dumbest box 'o rocks out here."
There was now a blueish white light surrounding Kidd as he lifted off the ground and allowed himself to be pulled towards Legion.
"Honestly, you need to chill."
This was energy that Kidd had been holding onto since the reaver king appeared. Kidd pushed it all into Legion when he made contact. If all went as planned, Legion would either A: cease to be, or B: get frozen in time and space.
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Post by Kazu on Oct 5, 2015 20:51:02 GMT -8
Most if not all of the other workers had Gated out leaving tools, materials and now damaged data, everywhere. The wind blew as ice crept along the ground of the construction area, not able to travel up structures, but easily built up around their foundations.
Far off elsewhere was Brawn, heaving construction rubble off of him as his aura flickered briefly before disappearing abruptly. How someone that small managed to generate that much force so quickly was beyond him. Kidd's words were unnecessary though, the Tempests had already been notified, however there wasn't a response from them yet.
The clouds in the sky quickly began to dissipate as if their fluffy exteriors disappeared into the upper winds of Creamland. The amount of light in the network strangely decreased with their silent and largely unnoticed disappearance. The weather itself was indeed changing. A most abnormal occurrence.
To Legion's right, a thin, black visor over looked up and down the icy prison that kept Kidd intact (mostly), while its owner walked around into Legion's view. A navi wearing a familiar looking indigo colored lab coat stared at Legion until his steps took him completely in front of Legion.
He faced Legion with his entire body, waiting for a response.
...?
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Post by Kazu on Oct 6, 2015 1:13:34 GMT -8
(OOC: It was there when I was making the post, so that's why I had it in there.)
Silently he stared at Legion before replying, his accent coming through.
Dr. A? You mean Alkahest?
A closer examination would reveal he wasn't Dr. A, but he did wear a very similar lab coat style. This coat however had a couple of golden bands around the wrists, and wasn't black like the previous coat.
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Post by Ion on Oct 6, 2015 15:47:11 GMT -8
Watching intently as RuinGrade charged the orb of darkness, Ion began frantically waving his outstretched hands in front of him as if to deny the growing shadows. Then Legion began to speak of things that could only be heard over the Comm.Link and Ion couldn’t help but feel his body still and a wolfish grin spread across his face. Even as the Omega Nightmare charged forth to consume him completely, Ion stood silently smiling at Legion. Between the glitches and explosions there was nothing remaining of Ion’s body or the rubble pile he had stood atop. The sheer force of the assault had annihilated the first Ion and destroyed any evidence of his trickery, leaving only smoky char in the place he had stood.
It was then that a gentle voice echoed within Legion’s head. “Well. I’m still here…also you destroyed my tracker but kept the communicator? Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to install programs from unknown sources?”
Two azure eyes gazed towards the courtyard from deep within the castle and they twinkled with the challenge laid before him. With Legion’s foolish demonstration that he had absorbed the link to Ion within his body, Ion quickly worked to split the two lines of communication. Splitting Kidd and Fulgur’s from Legion so that he could speak to either but neither party would overhear the other anymore. Running a new line of encryption over each secure line, Ion spoke in curious yet condescending tones to Legion from deep within the castle, knowing that the mockery in his voice would only further enrage the already erratic navi.
“You kept the one thing that would link our minds yet corrupted it so that it was only a one way path: me to you. I’ve been curious about you for a while now. Let’s play a game. Can I hack into your mind and memories to figure out what makes you tick before you can find me? Because you see…I have this hypothesis that you don’t have only one personality, and I’m really curious how many of you are crammed into one skull…”
Now directing his thoughts to Kidd and Fulgur, “For the love of…planning to throw your life away isn’t a good plan. Your comrade is behind the pillars, I’m going to try lure Grade into the castle. I think I can hack into him and give him a real headache. At the very least, it should buy you guys some more time.”
The third Ion had already made his way into the inner sanctum of the rebuilding castle, standing tucked neatly into a corner high on the third tier overlooking the throne room. Once Legion began moving, he would have to hack fast and move even faster…
”I wonder if I could find a trigger to knock one of those OTHER personalities loose…Here’s a hint: I’m IN the castle.”
With his thoughts racing on the razor edge of focus, Ion’s fingers flew through the air as he began the hacking process. The engrained link through the absorbed Comm.Link provided a nice solid connection, but what he was attempting pushed the very envelope of live coding and manipulation skills. Even with the strategic use of glitches to weaken the innate protection on a navi’s core programming, this would be devilishly difficult.
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Post by Phen on Oct 6, 2015 17:18:44 GMT -8
Yet somehow, Ion found Legion's innate protection to have been limited. His access being granted uncannily quickly as he delved deeper into Legion's inner reaches. Layer after layer of files eventually found its way into Legion's would be inner sanctum within his programming. Though what was found there may not have been what was expected. A visual appeared before Ion's eyes, even as his fingers flew across the screen his body felt wholly in this new location.
A small room with no entrances or exits, a warping, flowing darkness surrounded a thin white platform, the center of which held the navi to which Ion knew as Grade. Free yet simultaneously trapped within Legion's dominance, Ion could only glimpse the reality before him for a moment before another voice resounded in his Comm.Link. Belonging not to Legion nor Grade, but to another.
"Ya'know I really wanted to stay inside a bit longer. But I suppose you're gunna find out eventually."
As the voice faded, Ion's Comm.Link snapped off, his own systems forcing minor reboots all over from being so forcefully shunted out. His link to Legion severed, Ion had to have known what was coming, though he likely couldn't see it in action.
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[smear:FF0000]Back before the Doctor in the center of the carnage, without rhyme or reason, an armored hand burst out of Legion's chest, his darksoul quickly covering his body to save him from what would otherwise be a fatal blow. Another hand bursting forth from the hole created by the first, even as his darksoul prevented him from being deleted entirely, the pain of being so completely disemboweled from the inside was felt in every detail. Each of the gauntlets which had burst forth grabbed either side of the open wound, even as it tried to close with Legion's enhanced regenerative properties. Pulling the repairing wound further apart, a soaked head, hair covering its eyes and dripping in a dark, thick liquid began to emerge from Legion's open chest.
As Legion could feel his innards being pulled from his body, and it trying to be repaired only to snap and tear once more, the figure finally took its first step out from its host's body. The very moment this one's foot hit the ground, Legion's power instantly stopped surging, his aura all but vanishing. The reconstruction site stood silent for a moment as the sigil that adorned Legion signifying the Condensed Hope vanished from his body, reappearing instead on the gauntlets of the navi emerging from Legion's body. Readjusting to its form, the sigil became that of a navi mark, one bearing qualities very similar to that of cracked panels sometimes seen on the net. Even Legion's would be screams were quieted as the final sounds were the tearing and cracking of the host's body as the final bit of this navi tore its way out of Legion.[/smear:7d7d7d]
Standing, dripping the strange substance, the navi angled his head toward the Doctor, with no expression apparent. Turning around to face the carnage Legion wrought though, a grin did form on the navi's face.
Reaching to the husk that was Legion, his darksoul still keeping his body intact, though barely, the figured placed a hand on Legion's face, grasping it like a rag as with one massive tear, pulled the navi's Darksoul from his body, leaving the mess of mutilated data to its own devices. The ragged cloth like power hung from the navi's hand, and his grin grew wider. As if donning a cloak the darksoul wrapped around the navi, a tempest that left behind it black armor matching the gauntlets. Light and form fitting, leaving the head behind for last as the swirling mass finally finished in the helm which covered the eyes, hair no longer seen.
What was left then, in this navi's appearance? Only his namesake, wrought by and on his very host. The navi's deep voice finally apparent to all, it resounded through the silence to those who stood in the network, that which defined this navi, an old saying, as it were.
"In the end... All will fall to Ruin."
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Post by Hellbreaker on Oct 8, 2015 9:18:56 GMT -8
Fulgur flinches as Legion manages to hear him. Oh no....He couldn't believe it...did he just mess up?He clamps shut his eyes. He...he was useless....He couldn't help in the last fight, and he couldn't help in this one, either.
He hears Kidd attack, and be quickly beat down. The young navi clinches his remaining hand into a fist, then blinks as snow starts floating down, ice creeping along the ground. As Ion separates the channels, he sends out another message.-I'm sorry...I'm sorry..-He hears...sounds, and flinches, thinking Legion was enacting his fury on Fulgur's comrade, then hears a different voice. All...will fall to ruin?Then glitches begin to consume him. Feeling himself go somewhere, he reaches out to Ion, trying to grab hold so he could at least get someone to safety..
( Exit to Netopia Lake.)
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Post by koga on Oct 8, 2015 18:04:15 GMT -8
Kidd's version of things wasn't much different from Fulgur's aside from perspective. Having his own attack turned back on him...it was something he took as an insult. And then he passed out before being transported somewhere else.
[LC: Netopia Lake]
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Post by Phen on Oct 9, 2015 8:38:19 GMT -8
Ruin turned to face the mutiliated Legion as he began to slowly regenerate from the ordeal, though having his darksoul taken like that must have hindered it slightly. Looking down on the pitiful navi, Ruin's grin faded for a moment. Crouching down as the ground shook beneath Legion and Ruin, a the pulse of darkness rising from the cracked ground. Grabbing both open ends of Legion's wound, Ruin pulled them together forcefully and held on to the dying navi. Standing up with his sack of data named Legion, he spoke down to the mess once more.
"Still alive? Good. This place isn't what it used to be, so lets find someplace better. Either way you're coming with me. Gotta show some gratitude to my vessel I suppose."
Legion in hand, Ruin kicked the ground beneath him, cracking the panels and the very network itself, opening a hole to the Undernet below. He fell in easily, carrying his previous host with him. He was back, things had changed a fair amount. This one would at least be able to fill him in some hopefully.
[Ruin and Legion => Hacker's N]
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Post by Kazu on Oct 9, 2015 12:59:27 GMT -8
The lab coat's arms crossed as Ruin emerged from Legion. The turn of events and degrading of Legion's power brought on by being an incubator for Ruin wasn't what puzzled him. In a hushed tone he spoke while his eyes shifted went from Ruin to Legion.
...this is the result?
Lost in his thoughts, he stared off into space, recalling various past events until the moving earth demanded his attention. His visor disintegrated into bits of data while his eyes wandered over to the source of the problem.
Right then.
The creeping frost began to crack and fragment into shards of ice that drifted upwards to just shy of a meter from the ground.
Saikikka: I think its high time to clean up. I've got a country to run.
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Post by Kazu on Oct 20, 2015 19:22:26 GMT -8
Saikikka's right foot pressed lightly against the ground as data began to manifest itself into the space around his feet. With a light one-footed push, he drifted off the ground as if he was weightless. Construction materials followed their benefactor instantly. Nuts, bolts, beams, bricks and even several power tools ascended with the navi whose main motto was "Mind over Matter".
Air filled his lungs slowly as the building materials came to a sudden halt, only meters overhead.
Inhale.
With his state of mind ready, Creamland's new de-facto was ready to begin assembling the castle, his castle from mere memory. In a blue flash, his gloves' data disassembled their arrays into clusters of data that orbited his hands. Threads of data mapped out their possible pathways around his hands, occasional allowing travel to shift other elliptical orbits for a time.
Recall.
Air space traffic, and lots of it. Things flew into place quickly into their designated areas. In less than three minutes, the entire castle was built, its size increased three fold, hence the need for towering scaffolds for the reconstruction team. The inside of the castle was more than stable, however it was completely undecorated. Bare bones for now.
Exhale.
The construction crew came back to the network by the dozens to get back to their actual job, constructing what needed to be built BEHIND Pride the castle.
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Post by Phen on Nov 10, 2015 21:03:38 GMT -8
In the courtyard outside of the castle, a distortion appeared. Minor at first until it reached the size of a navi. Crackling and sparking with strange energy, a small crowd of workers curious as to the nature of the anomaly gathered about it. After about a minute of observation, one foolish worker inched closer to the rift, hoping to observe more. Reaching out a hand slowly, the pack looked on intensely...
Until the hand was torn apart by another reaching out.
Well just like that though, the rift closed. Something came into the world once more, something meant for it yet not. Whatever it was, it likely would not be good.
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Post by Kazu on Nov 12, 2015 2:50:10 GMT -8
Furnishings for the insides of the castle arrived in waves of data clusters, all of which were uncompressed within the castle by a crew that gated-in the network only moments ago. Flooring was quickly assessed by Saikikka, who had already changed the flooring to a solid gold marble. His eyes were focused upon a trio of windows that were open in communication with each building team and the Tempests.
The wall, barracks and checkpoints were mostly covered by the Electopian Bank...'s private expense accounts. As such two representatives had made their way to the castle's courtyard after passing through a pair of checkpoints set up by Tempest soldiers. The first of the pair was none other than the navigator who ran the bank's online operations, Zeninage. Without his inscribed briefcases his appearance to most that recognized him seemed off, but that golden zenny emblem on his suit gave no room for second guesses.
The second "investor" looked like a dealer in a casino from ages ago. Red, black and gold were this one's colors of dress choice, all of which contrased strangely against his metal-gold skin.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 10:13:09 GMT -8
Sitting at the edge of what would become the roof of one of the taller buildings, one might barely be able to spot a female navi dressed in an old ONB uniform. Her skin, pale, but with a redish glow around it. She looked over what was once Creamland's network. This was her old home. Stepping off the edge, she glided down to the ground lightly. Upon touching down, she walked towards the center of the area. As soon as she reached her destination, she called one of the construction navis over.
"How close is this place to being fully operational?"
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Post by Kazu on Mar 22, 2016 0:23:50 GMT -8
She got a quick answer from one of the construction automatons, rather than an actual navi. A robotic reply of:
Government Offical buildings: Complete.
Residential Areas: 45%. Estimated time of completion, 2 months.
Miscellaneous: Unknown.
Was paired with a status holo-window projected from the automatic worker's face. It moved past whomever it spoke to while collecting small tools from below.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 8:14:22 GMT -8
"Miscelaneous? What does that mean?"
As she pondered the meaning of this, she received an explanatory message from her Operator, who looked just like her, except without the red glow, or the ONB outfit.
"Oh, you mean like the park, and shops and stuff. Well, I'll help as much as I can. After all, this is my home."
Saying so, she started looking around again.
"Where would I find the navi in charge of this site?"
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