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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 11, 2011 14:23:56 GMT -5
The unknown female next to Uelle went wide-eyed for a second, throwing her arms in the air in a sort f flail at the response she was given. "Don't fool around anymore!" she cried, turning around as she did to reach into her backpack for something. "We only get one prom, and I want it to really count!" she cried, turning around with two cut out magazine pages of two very different dresses. "I have to order them today, otherwise I'll be in big trouble!" she spoke with a nod, pushing the two pages out in front of Uelle for her to see.
On one of the pages was a beautiful hot pink dress, a curtain of fabric that was covered everything from one's bust down; it would expand towards the bottom, like a normal dress would. There were no ruffles, no designs on it and no staps, just a zipper in the back and a cute little diamond-looking bow off to one size for the adjustment. It was nothing special, but it didn't look bad either. The price and the details about the dress were all blacked out with a permanent marker or something.
On the other page was a black prom dress, a completely different style than the pink one on the former magazine cut-out! It had a single thick ruffled strap that went over one's left shoulder, the entire dress made out of what appeared to be a satin sort of this satin-esque material. It too didn't have any designs either, but the dress would expand all the way down in the same slim fit with no blooming at all. It was a very slender dress that didn't show a figure, but it was very contemporary and very beautiful as well; it even came with a black fabric thing to put in your hair as well as an accessory! The information about this dress too was blacked out as well.
The girl next to Uelle was growing impatient, she brought her food up to her mouth and just began to eat as quickly as she could because the anxiety of Uelle's lack of choice since yesterday has been eating her up inside! How could Uelle pretend that she didn't know about the prom that was coming out!? How could Uelle be so mean and simply not have just made a choice, even if she wasn't too sure? Both dresses were pretty on her, that's what Uelle had said yesterday, so why not just pick something before they both get sold out? "Come on, come on!!!" the plain girl cried, dropping her empty tray of food as she got on all fours to move her way closer to Uelle. "Piiiick!"
Uelle was left with the decision.
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[Flick Reaper]
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Post by Uelle on Dec 11, 2011 15:32:05 GMT -5
Uelle watched her reaction with alarm and a nervous smile. If they had been in an anime, her eyes would have shrunk to little dots and a sweat drop would have trailed down the side of her face. Her shoulders recoiled a little even, as the girl opposite to her suddenly brought her arms up. The girl rummaged her backpack and pushed at her two pieces of magazine papers. Uelle became stunned for a moment, but decidedly stared at their content the next, shooting wary glances at the brown-haired girl for some other sneak attack. She blinked at the pink dress for a few seconds, then at the black one, and back again to the pink, brows furrowed like bolts striking her forehead.
She picked up her gaze and gave the girl a fixed, if still perplexed, stare as she finished munching down her food, trying to picture her in any of the two dresses. Uelle hadn’t even noticed her own box still wrapped up and getting cold at her feet.
“Uhh…!” Panic quickly swiveled into Uelle’s expression at her fiery insistence. “ This one! This one looks better on you!” Uelle exclaimed and slapped the girl’s face with the paper showing off the pink dress before the girl could lean in any closer. Despite how random it looked, Uelle actually based her choice on a couple of reasons. First of all, black seemed like such a depressing color for a prom. She wouldn’t have chosen it for herself or for her friend, in her own opinion. And second, for some reason she believed pink to fit the girl’s personality much better.
“B-but!—“ She stammered, which she noticed was out of character for her.”—the prom is still far away. Even if they sold out, you could find another! There’s still time.” The words flowed from her mouth seemingly of their own will, forcing her to breath them even though she had no idea what the heck she was saying. Or why she was following any of this. A vague sense of familiarity kept tugging at her from behind, but she couldn’t nail down what it was exactly. Who was this girl? Why where they speaking as if they’d known each other for a long time?
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 11, 2011 16:00:27 GMT -5
The plain girl let out a small yelp as the magazine was shoved in her face, reeling backwards she fell on her bottom as she pulled the paper off of her face. She looked at the pink prom dress Uelle had chosen and gave a nod, folding it up and stuffing it inside of her backpack before she grabbed the black dress and crumbled the paper up into a ball and tossed it neatly into a near by trash can. "You were going to settle on that one yesterday too! I have no idea why you made me wait this long..." she trailed off, Uelle's next words passing on deaf ears as her eyes followed something in the distance with a blank stare. Could it have been a cat on the school grounds? Maybe it was a cute boy? Perhaps it was her worst enemy! The moment came and went, and before Uelle would know it the plain-girl was back in her face once more.
The black haired female looked Uelle over and giggled playfully then, stuffing her empty lunch in her backpack as she spoke to the girl. "Aren't you going to open your lunchbox and eat or something? Jeez!" she exclaimed, her eyes staring into that familiar box with such desire. Was she still hungry or was it something else? "Don't give me that stuff about how you need to go on a diet or something either!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "No guy wants to dance with a skeleton!" As if a bullet passed through her head, she stared dumbfounded into Uelle for a moment before raising a hand and snapping her fingers. "Oh, my god! Did he ask you to the dance!?" she asked, her whole form lighting up once more in excitement. "You're, like, the prettiest girl in school. There's no way he could have not asked you!" she spoke with such cheer before her face twisted into something displeased. "He better not have asked any of those look-alike bimbos or they're all gonna get some!", her fists would playfully and sporadically strike at the air with the best serious face she could have mustered before her countenance broke into laughter.
Did he ask you, Uelle? Did he pick you over those trashy look-alike girls? Did you say no, Uelle? Are you too good for him?
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[Flick Reaper]
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Post by Uelle on Dec 11, 2011 16:44:53 GMT -5
She looked visibly discouraged as the girl’s gaze trailed off on something far away, her words flailing in the wind unnoticed. Somewhat put down and wriggling her brows in mild annoyance, she let her eyes drop back to her shoes, which was when she noticed the lunch box. But the girl sprung back at her before the question even popped into her head and Uelle was looking all over wary again and expecting some other form of assault. When the girl only giggled, Uelle finally began to flush with some frustration. Argh! What frequency was the girl thinking on! That skeleton comment kinda hurt too, figuring she was already quite skinny.The discomfort probably showed a little on her face. “Who’s on a diet!” She wanted to strike back, trying to take advantage of the girl’s brief pause, but it hadn’t been brief enough! Her words had been swiftly cut off like water almost immediately.
If she could, she would turn Uelle’s face into the shape of a giant question mark. She couldn’t really follow her anymore, although the ‘prettiest girl in the school’ bit oddly did register in her head. “Me? No way.” She said quickly and waved her hands in denial, of course while thinking of her own school she attended and how fierce the competition for that position was in her class. That last expression really broke through to her though. Well…because… “Pfft! What’s with that expression?” It obviously didn’t suit her and she suddenly found herself giggling along.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 11, 2011 19:12:41 GMT -5
The two of them were sharing a laugh like they have been friends their whole lives, and perhaps that was true in this space and time. The black-haired female tackled Uelle, knocking the lunchbox over onto it's side as she did, the two of them falling into the grass as she would proceed to try to tickle Uelle as best as she could wherever it would make her laugh the most! However, their horseplay would come to an end when the sound of the school bell rang throughout the air around them. Looks like their little break was over, and it was time for them to go back to class!
The mysterious female pushed herself onto her own two feet and offered a hand to Uelle to help pull her up from the spot she had been dropped to. It was after this that she picked up her own bag and through it over both her shoulders, nodding in accomplishment of this before turning her head over her shoulder as she began walking towards the building to the northeast. "Come on, we're going to be late!" she cried as she picked up her pace so that Uelle would get her own butt moving as well. "We can't be late anymore or we're gonna get in serious trouble! Come on!" she called out in a half-joking manner, as if she was mimicking someone. She was heading towards these two double doors at the end of the building closest to them. Was Uelle going to follow her in or what?!
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[Flick Reaper]
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Post by Uelle on Dec 11, 2011 21:36:33 GMT -5
The all too familiar sound of the school bell marked the end of their play. Uelle was on her back and panting from the ticklish torture, her cheeks happily flushed and her uniform in clear disarray. In that position, the sky stretched infinitely to every side, greedily soaking every corner of her sight. It made her feel like she was floating in a moment of peace.
The sunlight cast thin shadows across ‘her friend’s’ face as she leaned over to help her up, blocking the sky from her view. Just as the school bell rung its final chimes, and the wave of playfulness that had taken control of her sipped out of her system, so did her smiling face began to dim. Slowly. More and more. It was unreadable by the time the other girl had stepped several feet away. If there was any expression that could best describe Uelle’s face at that moment as the girl looked over her shoulder to urge her on, it would be a nostalgic one. So nostalgic, that the scene saddened her. And even more than that play, her ‘friend’. She’s so much like Ellia, it’s a little shocking.
Restless. She felt restless then. Like she had forgotten something and it was prickling at her terribly. Like she was stuck and didn’t know how to move forward, which literally became the case. Her legs wouldn’t budge, stuck to where she’d gotten up under the glaring sky. She wasn't going in there. “Sorry. You go ahead. I’ll…catch up.” She said suddenly frightened but trying to wave and smile reassuringly either way. Did it show though? There was the sensation of coming out of a daze ever since the bell rang and her senses clearing up from some induced fog. The thought Where am I? echoed hollowly into her head. It’s…too bright. the next thought followed as she frowned up into the sun, as if there was something wrong with the sun being bright. Wasn’t I supposed to be doing something? Helping someone?
"…Where’s Lopper?” She inadvertently asked out loud to no one in particular.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 11, 2011 22:04:31 GMT -5
Her friend wouldn't reply back to her, she wouldn't make any protest about Uelle not running in with her to make it in time for class. In fact, she was long gone; so was everybody else who was out having lunch. Perhaps Uelle stared at the sun for a bit too long and had a heatstroke, or perhaps she just got stuck in a trance, or maybe everyone just disappeared instantly. There was not a single sound that could be heard from anywhere. Her heartbeat was the loudest noise in the entire place at this moment in time, bouncing off of the walls of the buildings to her sides.
It was almost as if a screen had been placed over the entire area, the sun suddenly deciding to hide behind the grey clouds that swung overhead from no where. The last bit of God ray's cleared up before it all turned really grey, as if a tornado was about to happen, but nothing would come. It was just dark, dreary, and dead; there wasn't any life out there anymore, Uelle was all that was left. It could all just be in her mind, but the tree she was under was losing it's leaves. Was it already like that? Was the tree already red and yellow? Wasn't it all green? Who could say for sure? Time is all relevant, and perhaps she stood out there and watched a whole season fly by without moving. Did she miss prom? Did prom even matter to Uelle? What about her dear best friend? Perhaps these things didn't matter to an outsider, perhaps Uelle wasn't much of a social light after all.
Far away, far out of sight and even further out of reach, there was a sound coming from the distance somewhere behind one of the buildings. It was similar to metal on metal, like the grinding of brakes, or the sound of a metal pipe grinding across the floor. It was in the distance somewhere, but the high-pitched noise made it seem as if it was right in your ear as well. Just what in the hell could it have been? Did Uelle even want to find out? Just what would be going through her recovering mind right now? Panic? Fear? Confusion? Desperation? Perhaps all of that and more? If only there was a word for that, if there was a word to explain what ran through someone's mind when they understood that they were far away from their safe room; that they themselves are the victim to something they cannot control, a part of some sick little game.
The lunchbox that had toppled over was right side-up once more, still gleaming off it's chrome accents with no light at all around Uelle to grace the lunchbox with such a glow of life to it. It was truly awesome to look at in this place of nothing, all dark and empty. It was almost calling out to Uelle to come pick it up, begging her to open it as if it had the answer to everything right there inside of it. What harm could be done by opening up a lunchbox, especially your own? Lunch boxes were suppose to symbolize a source of happiness, the preparation made to enjoy the time given to you. They were neatly packed, by you or a loved one, to carry your meal in and to bring you and your stomach all the joy in the world for having a good lunch in the middle of a hard day. Why wouldn't you want to open up one so inviting? Why wouldn't Uelle want to open up that little treasure.
"Open me up," it would almost say in Uelle's mind, "let me in."
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[Flick Reaper]
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Post by Uelle on Dec 11, 2011 23:29:10 GMT -5
She looked up into the sun and felt like her head was being pried apart. Or was it her eyes? Or her skin? How was she even feeling anything though? It seemed as if she were confusing the emotion with a dull, pulsing headache. It wasn’t until the light of day was clouded over in slate-gray clouds that she realized her gaze had been captured and now, letting it fall to her surroundings, her heart skipped—there was no one and nothing. Her ‘friend’ disappeared, as did all the other children. Up above the clouds became increasingly dark and for a brief, silly moment she fretted over the lack of an umbrella.
The world became disturbingly twisted as everything fell into a state of death and loss. The dying tree. The mournful sky. The echo of silence and emptiness like some pestilence had swept and ravaged everything at the speed of light. And then there was that groaning metal sound loudly scrapping against her sides. “What’s happening?” She whispered to herself, voice trembling, and fell to her knees. Not out of desperation or a devouring confusion. To be sure, she didn’t know which of all her emotions she should be registering right now, but her legs gave away anyways, perhaps as some indication. This almost made her want to run back into that endless, pitch black stairway from before and plunge into another induced trance. It could perhaps soothe her growing headache.
A silvery glint caught her attention to her side. She’d been on her hands and knees, staring at the solid ground in search of a reprieve, when she became aware of her lunchbox. The first thing to pop into her head was the memory of how it had been toppled over when she’d been tackled. But it was soon replaced by the unnatural gleam of its surface. She’d never admit to have been drawn in by a lunchbox, but there she was anyways, crawling to its side like a starved woman, but realizing it was too heavy to pick up! “Oh—what’s wrong with you!” It was a lunchbox. It was nothing to be screaming at, but then her frustration had already reached its peak and she might as well start taking it out on inanimate objects. On a closer look, the small box was knotted with a rope in a weird fashion. The entire thing felt off in fact. Why would she, this girl who she embodied, need to tie up a lunch box?
She seemed to sense a tingle of mockery coming from the box’s lively glow. Uelle’s face twisted with irritation. “What are you hiding?” She accused angrily, pulled the knots free by its loose ends (surprisingly easily), and opened it.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 11, 2011 23:54:33 GMT -5
Uelle had found her personal Jesus, her very own messiah, the one that would come to take away all of the pain. She dropped down to her knees and fumbled at the ropes that had tied the lunch box closed. Her heartbeat would only heighten more and more, becoming louder and louder with each passing moment. It was all Uelle was able to hear, her heartbeat and whatever was coming from the distance behind that accursed building. Finally, the ropes had completely fallen off of the lunch box, it was unrestricted and free of the binds that were placed on it in another time and place. Uelle, without much thought, spoke to the atmosphere as she pulled open the lunch box in all of it's glory.
It was in this moment that she hadn't seen a walking corpse whose skin was pulled over it's own face slowly come up from behind her with gardening scissors for arms. It was in that moment where she had open the chest that she didn't realize that impending sound, like metal being dragged along, was right on top of her. Uelle didn't realize all of the madness that was slowly encroaching on her, all of the blood that was all around her, all of the rain that was pouring on her. In that instant, when that chest opened, and all of Hell itself seem to appear around her for that moment, it would vanish in the next; Uelle was gone too in a flash of light.
"Excuse me?" came a voice just off to the side of her, one that had belonged to a male in a dress shirt and tie. He was standing, hanging onto a handle that hung from the ceiling. Uelle would immediately notice that she was somewhere else now, somewhere else completely; she was moving, very fast, in the darkness that had surrounded her. She was inside of a subway train, taking up the entire bench with her resting body that was laying down on it. The train itself was pretty empty, at least in this cabin it was; there was only Uelle herself, the male that had spoken to her, and a mother with two of her kids at the far end. "I'm not hiding anything." spoke the male again with the laugh, shaking his head as he studied Uelle for a moment before peering off through the windows of the transit. "You were dreaming, I'm guessing."
Uelle was wearing a black french coat with matching black attire, her gloves made out of a warm fabric to keep her hands warm in whatever frigid temperatures there were topside. It was around this time that she would notice that they were in the last cabin on the length of the subway train, and peering through the forward windows would only indicate a few people in each of the cabins in front. Not a single one was full, or even close to being half full. People just wanted some privacy from their busy, packed lives she could guess.
She didn't seem to be carrying anything on her, or see anything that had belonged to her. All she had inside of her french coat was a money clip with no identification, a cheap cell phone, and a pocket knife that someone must have given her for protection because she knew immediately she would never buy something like this for herself. Uelle, of course, may or may not remember bits of where she was just moments earlier. Was it all just a dream? Coherency, space itself, was so fickle around these parts.
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Post by Uelle on Dec 12, 2011 0:43:10 GMT -5
Her headache was gone. It was the first whisper, the first thought that slipped into her more fully awakening conscious. It was so relieving, after all. She wasn’t used to prolonged pain, even emotional one, so the long exposures had begun to take their toll on her. But now, she felt…light. And wobbly. Something was moving. Moving her.
"Excuse me?" A male voice, easily wrapping around her thoughts. She blinked and realized she was staring up at a metal ceiling now. A very familiar looking ceil—a train!? Uelle bolted upright, her eyes wide with surprise. She looked around too quickly, as if impatient to trace everything with her inquisitive gaze. There was a man sitting nearby. The one who spoke to her? Uelle didn’t realize she’d been panting slightly, as if she really had woken up from some nightmare. He seemed to consider the confusion starkly written across her face for a moment, appearing a little curious himself, and then chuckled his reply and stared out the dark window. This made Uelle stare out the window too. It was dark, as was to be expected within a tunnel. The flashing lights striking by told her just how fast they were going.
Then everything came in a rush. The blackened stairway. The odd meeting with that school girl. The world succumbing to grey solace in just a matter of minutes. And now, now she was on a train, wearing unusually warm clothes, styled in all black. Her hands rummaged across her own body, as if to ascertain she were not hallucinating, and found the various few items that had been in her person. None of them helped her identify who she was now. Especially not the pocket knife! Don’t think….Just do.
Her brain went into auto. It quickly started analyzing things, like she often did in real life, through the least semblance of logic. She picked up the phone and tried calling the last dialed number. No signal. Well duh. We’re in a tunnel! she scolded herself. The money clip was just as useless. The pocket knife she eyed warily. And so did the guy nearby. “Are you alright, miss?” He asked with what she would say was genuine concern laced to his voice. “Y-yeah” She hastily replied back, a bit embarrassed for some reason, and fumbled with the knife until she hid it back in the trench coat. “Mam, where is this train headed?” She asked the woman with kids. If she couldn’t get information by herself, then perhaps these people could enlighten her bleak, senseless reality.
“Hmph” was all she said and looked the other way, tightening her grip on one of the kids. Uelle was affronted by her reaction. After all she’s gone through up to this point, a cold shoulder was the least she deserved!
Pressing her lips into an angry line, she got up and stomped out of the cabin. Shaking with each turn or bump the train advanced through, Uelle wobbled her way ungracefully unto the next cabin. “Excuse me—…” It was empty. She went on to the next. “Excuse me.” Someone was in this one. “Where is this train headed to?”
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I, your shadow...
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Post by Silvar on Dec 12, 2011 0:44:15 GMT -5
There was nothing so grand to the entrance of this particular hacker. No thunderclap, no ripple that foretold his entrance to the field, simply a rend in the broken data of the field that would allow Silv to step through. A simple backdoor to the area, and he kept it open long enough to admit something rather odd for him. A companion, but his crimson eyes were scanning screen and field alike. The corruption was obvious, this was no normal event, and while he couldn't place the cause of it right away, he was sure to do everything he could to riddle out the source before he was through.
A step forward, and while the visible data was fragmented beyond recognition, there was a manner of ground to stand on, even though in places it appeared not to exist at all. Curious, so very curious, and what would come of this place? Was it something to do with the happenings here, or was it merely a glitch? He had the distinct feeling from seeing so many places in this World destroyed and glitched that this was no mere glitch, either. A quick scan didn't reveal the source, either, but it did reveal several anomalies. One, in fact, hardly a few yards in front of them across a distance of potential pitfalls and cracks in the data, but not one he had any trouble navigating.
With a surety born of experience, he made his way toward the unmoving form, all its color stripped away. It was obvious to him that it was a player, but nothing ordinary, similar to the way that Alexei wasn't ordinary, and she was, indeed, quite unconscious. Dead, even, if one were to think of it that way, but these were things that could be taken care of in a place like this, weren't they? But how did one dare to use something typical to bring back to life something entirely atypical? Surely, a method such as that wouldn't work in this case. His wings shuddered into existence behind him, a precaution in this field should he make a miscalculation in step. It wasn't particularly as though he needed them to fly, but in a way, it was a visualization of the existence of the modification, much like a shortcut to run that particular program.
And wasn't this entire game about shortcuts for him? Still, one thrived on the things one was good at, and he just so happened to be good at hacking, and if that paid him a hefty paycheck from the coffers of the rich that would never miss it every month, then so be it, right? It wasn't like when they were all kids and he was just a prodigial thirteen year old first stepping foot into a game that was so much more than a game, oh no. They were adults now, and he ran a business on information and deception, and this was likely part of a scandal so huge the world itself (and The World itself) hadn't seen the likes of it in years. All of these thoughts that trailed through his head as he knelt down by the fallen player's side. Just what could he learn from this?
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Post by Alexei on Dec 12, 2011 1:24:02 GMT -5
Alexei followed Silvar in tow, as if some kind of rag-tag team that went everywhere together. As he entered the field through this 'back door', his arms were crossed. It had been centuries since he had seen such a field in this state, as if the server had a shut down. Immediately, he walked forward a few paces, hearing the noise of Silv's wings stretching outward. The hacker must have been on his toes and a smirk came on his face. So, that man could feel fear, too? Alexei would have never saw the point of coming to a place like this, but this was a field just for Silv. All the colors were gone, fragments of the field displaced and out of order. It vaguely reminded him of other corrupt fields, now he was beginning to wonder what had happened. In the middle of the field, where they had entered he noticed a figure.
It was a girl, unconscious – maybe dead. His eyes scanned the body and his eyes landed on the matting of hair. Like a string of cotton-candy, bubble gum he slowly shook his head. Turning his head to Silv, he turned on his feet and began to walk back to the hacker. For some reason he wanted nothing to do with the limp body that sat on the ground, but he could see that Silvar was looking for some type of clues or answers. It wasn't like Alexei was a great help in these areas. “That girl over there. I recognize her,” he started off – trying to explain to Silv that there was some importance to the pink-haired girl. “Hm.” Rolling his eyes upward, he sat there and thought long and hard. What was the importance behind her? Lifting his left hand out from his arms, began to wave his finger around as if he could detect the wind.
“AH!” And it was like someone had slapped a note-pad on his forehead, scribbled down the answer to the significance of the girl. “Lopper! She … I don't think it's right to leave her here, she might have answers,” he crooned as though it was all he could offer. Then he glanced behind his shoulder and started to walk toward the body. Using his right foot he started to nudge the girl's rib-cage. She wasn't waking up from what he could tell. Shrugging his shoulders he glanced toward Silv, the red in his eyes looking peculiarly annoyed. This was a waste of his time and energy, but Silv could obliterate him in a second. Either way, the field felt off... as if there was something unseen to the eye. Alexei was concerned with what Silv was picking up on, so he took a few steps back.
As he watched Silv lean over her and search with his own eyes, he offered, “Can you wake her up? Or am I going to have to carry her?”
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 12, 2011 14:12:46 GMT -5
Uelle would be a daredevil, moving from cabin to cabin in the subway train like some sort of espionage soldier. She would move forward, towards the front of the train, but never seem to get any closer to it. One cabin to the next only yielded emptiness, loneliness, darkness; there was no one on them, not for the longest, but she had eventually found a single person in one of the many cabins she had traversed into. "Where's the train headed to?" she asked out loud with no response, the man just continued to stare forward with that plastic expression Uelle didn't notice before. He looked like a wide-eyed, glued together mannequin that just sat there whose mouth was too big for his face; that toothy grin as endless as the darkness all around her. It didn't appear like this one was going to be speaking to her any time soon, it looked as if he wasn't even alive at all; Uelle, honestly, would probably not want to talk to this man once she got a better look at him in the dim light that hung overhead. He looked so fake, skin stretched across his bones as tightly as could be; it was as if death itself had told him some great funny joke, and in the end touched him with it's very hand.
Up on top, back at ground zero where all of the data and destruction had occurred, Lopper still remained motionless and without much life at all. Her breathing was heavy, yet so slow that her chest wouldn't appear to be moving in the least. Perhaps this was why when Silvar and his company forced their way into the fallout, when they stumbled upon her body, they really couldn't tell she was alive or not without really studying the body that laid on the floor. Lopper was very much alive though, but trapped within her own mind. Just what could possibly be done to wake her up? Perhaps Silvar had something up his sleeve. Perhaps he could do something meaningful, something special, to pull her up and out of her trauma to save Uelle. "Uelle...", would the female hear Lopper calling out to her?
Alexei immediately knew just who it was that he was looking down at, and it was in that moment that he knew that if Lopper was in a field like this then there was double the treasure to be found - or something like that anyways. He had asked Silvar to wake Lopper up out of usefulness, out of a means to an end, and not so much as the knight that Lopper knew him to be. Perhaps that Alexei was dead and gone, perhaps that Alexei didn't exist anymore; perhaps Lopper didn't exist the way she once did anymore, or perhaps she wouldn't in a matter of moments.
Back down, in the far away depths of wherever in [The World] Uelle was, she might have felt a sudden tremor as Silvar hacked his way into the field through a backdoor code. The subway train she was on would rock suddenly, almost feeling as if it were to fall off the tracks, and the electrical power that was being supplied to the lights would go out for just a moment. When they would come back, however, the man that she had approached - the one who sat there as still and twisted as some makeshift voodoo doll - was gone without a trace; he was no where to be found. Who knew? He could possibly be right behind Uelle, up on the ceiling, blood soaked and doused in a shade of darkness that only made him appear to be the most wicked of nightmares.
If Uelle were to look up, she wouldn't see anything. Perhaps if she looked around she would begin to notice that all of the traveling she did from the back of the train through the few cabins she proceeded through wouldn't lead her any closer to the front of the train she could see through all the aligned glass windows on the door to each entrance and exit. Doors, they've got a funny symbolism to them too. Isn't life just a series of rooms? You open one room, spend your time in it, then just up and leave when you close the door behind you to find a new one. You wander around aimlessly when you aren't inside of a room, and so you desperately search for the next door - the next opportunity, the next person.
"How does it feel to be replaced?", the grinding of the wheels along the tracks would almost seem to be screaming in the background of this place. "How does it feel to be so used?"
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I, your shadow...
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Post by Silvar on Dec 12, 2011 15:25:03 GMT -5
It felt like old times again, and it had been so long since Silv had been on the tail of intrigue in The World, but he would fall into it easily enough, wouldn't he? He, and Alexei on his tail, a fact he couldn't forget, and it was nice, even if the poor player hadn't a choice in the matter. He had enjoyed the dark haired one's company at one time, and now was truly no different, even if he'd preferred to spend the time with him in some secluded field as they always seemed to run across each other previously. But that was neither here nor now, and there was a wall of data to analyze on the fallen player. Thing. Thing, because it was an oddity, not quite this and not quite that, and Alexei knew this player, odd the both of them were. Well that made plenty of sense, and yes, he believed as well that if nothing else, waking this player (because he'd come already to realize that she was not dead) was going to get them some sort of answers.
Whether those answers were helpful or not remained to be seen, but answers there would be. First, something simple, to restore the proper attributes that the PC was currently lacking due to whatever had happened here. Color, wholeness, health, similar to the way one would restore one's system in event of an infection. He could take the data itself back to the point where it was corrupted, at least from this incident, because there was more to this strange girl than just what had happened here. Yes, to begin with, he would try that, and if that didn't work? He looked around, scanning the horizon and spotting that deep, fragmented crevasse. Forboding.
That was the source of the other anomaly, and he knew there to be another player there, though what exactly was happening to them... That much he couldn't fathom, for hacker though he may have been, the intricacies of The World could baffle even the greatest minds, seeing as this place tended, no matter who was ruling over it, to have a mind of its own. Such was how it had been in the years before, system turning against itself, and was this what was happening now? Perhaps The World itself had no love for its new, self proposed King, and was revolting? Either way, if a simple restoration wasn't going to work, he would have to go digging for fragments of consciousness, something he had no good feelings about. A restore, and a shock, much like zapping someone back to life, except this Lopper player wasn't dead at all, and he was no doctor.
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Post by Uelle on Dec 12, 2011 15:40:19 GMT -5
Having engaged on her auto mode, Uelle had dulled her sense of danger in favor of tranquility. There was only the slightest prickle of the hair upon the back of her neck as she lengthened her gazing of the unresponsive man. And the more she looked, the more she noticed the almost plastic quality to his bone-tight skin. His comical appearance genuinely intrigued her for a moment, almost making her forget her own question as her eyes fixed upon his laughing face. Logic told her this was but a man, after all, so what was there to fear? He might be odd, but then so were many people in this world.
Unfortunately though, her patience began to thin. And knowing that her present composure would vanish with it if she let it give out, she set foot into the cabin, all stubbornness and conviction in that one step, intent on getting some answers. But how soon was her resolution blown away like a leaf as she stepped in. A tremor shot up her leg, taking hold of her shoulders and briefly shaking them as if to snap her out of her self-induced state of calm. The man no longer looked simply ‘odd’. His smile was suddenly terrifying. And he looked somehow...not alive. Not like he was dead. Simply not alive. But which was more confusing? More disturbing?
In that terrible moment when her body seemed to have frozen up with fear, the lights flickered off and she couldn’t help squealing in surprise. It was brief though, because they soon flickered back on, gloriously showing how the man had been snuffed out along with the sudden blackout, no traces left. She looked around the cabin in startled sweeps.
A shudder raked along her back the next moment and she turned to glare at the ill presence that had sneaked up from behind. But she realized, as she soon began to hyperventilate, that it had been her imagination. Down the corridor to the front of the car, she had the inkling she had barely covered any ground. It still looked so long and far off. This is getting ridiculous. Her jaws clenched. The increasing metal grinding outside made her believe the train was somehow increasing its speed, the looming shadows inside the car waving from side to side along with the train’s movements. She evened her breathing, one slow exhale at the time, and marched once more down the long corridor, passing by each empty cabin without even looking at them this time. She was determined to find out what the hell was going on!
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Post by Alexei on Dec 12, 2011 20:47:11 GMT -5
The silence from Silvar didn't help the case. He already didn't like being in a field that was corrupt, knowing his own data was unstable already. Any slip in this field, he might find himself subjected to the same fate as Lopper. Yet, his eyes rolled over the hacker curiously. All this time went by, all this waiting, and Silv didn't budge. Had this been a situation that Silv never experienced? Alexei smiled slightly, amused if he found a flaw in the other male's skills. However, this wasn't the time to boast. While Silv was busy staring a hole through Lopper's head, he turned around to take the area into survey. He was sure the hacker was used to causing fields that looked like this, but it was obvious that the disjointed area was due to something else – perhaps unexplainable.
Alexei's attention span had been very short, hardly paying attention to the boundaries presented – his mind was reeling over random thoughts. As his eyes looked outward he began to wonder about older players, newer ones, and this caused a sense of emptiness. Blinking a few times, he turned his attention back to the hacker and to the girl sprawled upon the ground. Dead weight. He got a little closer again, eyed the length of the girl's body. Some deep dark secret part of him was concerned, aware of the fragility of the situation; aware that Lopper would suffer. There was no safe outcome, no answer, and Silv would have to do a careless surgery. Alexei would have protested, told Silv to get away from her – to say it was far better to hold her in this unconscious state until she rose on her own accord. But this new visage of himself didn't care, and he wanted her awake now.
Perhaps he was bitter over his own awakening. Silv tore into him as if he was mere shreds of data, like an insect easily squashed. With the way he looked at the unconscious girl with hostility, he wanted Lopper to feel the same way. It was as if he was focusing all of his disliking for Silv's decision onto the girl's frozen, still body. If the hacker didn't do something now, he might lose himself and subject Lopper's unconscious body into a dead body. And who would have known what would come of that. “What's taking so long, hmm?” he pried at Silv, egging him on, the need of solution in his eyes.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 12, 2011 21:06:05 GMT -5
Silv would figuratively reach out for Lopper, someone whom he had never gotten to know personally in the least, with her kngiht watching as he restored the colors to her body. He worked at her, delicately, gently; he didn't care about her, but his work was always something he took appreciation in. Once she returned to the way that she was before, with that cotton candy pink hair and pale skin, Silvar would continue his work on her as Alexei watched in anticipation. It felt like forever between Silvar working his first miracle before his second one, bringing Lopper back to life!
A course of electricity surged through Lopper's form, her form reacting appropriately as it should. All of the nerves fired off and triggered, her entire body twitching after the short burst had traveled through her before it simply died off with nowhere to crossover into. It didn't help, she was still there on the floor, but inside of her own mind she screamed at the top of her lungs; biting down on her fingers in pain as she curled up into a little ball. "What the hell is going on out there!?" she cried furiously, kicking at the nothingness all around her. "LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT!!!", she'd get no response.
Uelle walk through each cabin, passing all the sitting bodies that were there each time. One after another after another she blitzed through, and still she seemed no closer to the front of the train than she did when she was all the way in the back of it! The people she had passed wouldn't turn to look at her, or turn their eyes to follow her down the cabin as she passed them. They sat there, just had the male she tried to talk to outside of the cabin she had found herself in. They were all there, with their twisted expressions, staring off into nothing like a stockpile of mannequins that were placed around on this train like some sort of big joke! Just what the hell was going on anyways? Every time she had passed one of the bodies, the lights in the train would go out and immediately come back on; the darkness stealing away the hollows from her vision. Every time the lights went out, it took just a moment longer for them to come right back on - or, perhaps, that was just all in her head.
When the color was being restored into Lopper's body, the sound of a generator powering off in the distance could be heard clearly over the sound of the train speeding down the railway. It seemed to go on forever, as if it didn't want to die, but it eventually would when the shock Silvar had given Lopper short-circuited all of the electricity in the tunnel. The lights, for good this time, immediately shut off and the train's emergency brakes slammed down hard on the calipers they were riding on. All of the wheels in the train would seize up, lock up, and the train would skid across the railroad in the darkness; the force of the brake power sould send Uelle flying forward, possibly smashing her body into the front of the cabin she was in.
It would appear and sound as if this death train would never stop in all of this darkness, it was almost as if it would go on forever; chewing away at her hearing, at her sanity - but it would come to a stop, in all of the dead silence and complete darkness one's mind can take in. It was so quiet that the silence was ringing inside of Uelle's ears, perhaps covering up the sounds of rotting flesh hitting the floor at her feet.
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Post by Silvar on Dec 12, 2011 21:51:55 GMT -5
All the while, Silv was aware of Alexei's impatience, but in a matter such as this he could pay it no mind. No, something like this took focus, loathe as he might have been to admit that, because dealing with an infection and corruption side by side was something he hadn't dealt with in a long time, and was more difficult thanks to it being a sort he hadn't dealt with before in the past. He was confident, however, that he could wake the player, even when the shock that rippled through her form seemed to do absolutely no good.
There was activity there, though, he could tell that much, so it wasn't as if she'd completely stepped out, and he glanced back at Alexei when the player tried to antagonize him, a wry sort of grin curving the corners of his lips even as his upper lip curled back enough to show sharp teeth. "The conscious mind is a delicate thing, after all, it wouldn't do to wake her and turn her brain into Swiss cheese at the same time, wouldn't you think? No information to be garnered from that at all, I'm afraid." But it was a complicated thing, this infection of hers, and something he was realizing rather quickly that he was likely going to have to deal with.
Well, to any who said Silvar was not reckless at times...
This time, he sat back on his haunches, and this time, a transparent screen popped up in front of him. One step, to drag this box here, this piece of data over here, and in no time anyone who didn't understand the code and the process would be confused as all hell, heads spinning. So many smaller windows, with streaming data and statistics, consistent updates on the statuses he could read while he worked. Failure after failure, and yet he pressed on, making headway. Now, he supposed, it was more a matter of letting the program run its course, a veritable attempt at separating and repairing the corrupted sectors, and until then?
Until then, they would head toward the other source of the anomalous data, the rift in the field that opened like the digital mouth of Hell, and how fitting for him. He stood then, catching Lopper by the collar of her attire carelessly as the windows continued to hover over her form, data glitching every so often with the process. Just as carelessly, he headed toward the rift, glancing back at Alexei to make sure the player would follow, dragging the unconscious girl behind him. After all, he held no companionship or compassion for her, only caring for the information that she could hold in regards to this place and what had happened. And if she had no information?
Well... People who had no use were expendable, after all.
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Post by Alexei on Dec 12, 2011 22:26:02 GMT -5
Swiss cheese. Well, he had rather liked cheese a lot. It was part of his favorite snack. The look on his face was strained, as if he was pissed off. And these poor beings had no idea that Alexei was fantasizing about cheese with that look on his face. But then he snapped back to what was actually going on, remembering this word 'consciousness'. Just like Silv who had burrowed into his character and resurrected memories that he had worked so hard to repress. He had used the game to his advantage, to start a new leaf – but it didn't matter now, his mask was ripped right off his face and smashed into a million pieces. Now Silv had to deal with a moody male who occasionally thought about cheese. Whatever. He didn't care about logic and the facts, a gentle shrug came from him.
He didn't enjoy standing around like this, feeling useless. Silv could have made things interesting, like shaving the girl's hair off before she woke up. Anything. But instead he watched the hacker labor over his uber technology. Alexei had always been old school, enjoying the first program of [The World]. Everything was so easily modifiable, and now there were complexities of the game's code that he could no longer decipher. He could not read the encryption in walls, nor could he see it in characters. All he knew about data was his own character, and he would keep silent until he was dead. A human scanner went over Lopper's character and he watched the way Silv picked up Lopper with careless intimacy.
Alex just stood long and hard at the way he was holding her.
That's not right. This isn't right. He shouldn't be touching her like that.
No other player could hear it, but he heard a pleading whisper. The look on his face appeared to soften, as if he was having issues dealing with his own thought process. Slowly, reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from the girl to see the rift in the field. During this time he noticed that Silvar glanced to him, making sure that he was following. Like some master who carted a puppy dog; he resented that sort of look and it caused him to close off again. “If it were me, I would have dragged her by the hair,” he said with a hint of a sinister smile, the overall expression foul. For what reasons they were here, he had to know and it would have to be worth it.
Taking a few steps forward, he followed behind Silvar and the girl being dragged along. He kept somewhat a safe distance, acting as if the two of them had acquired some sort of plague.
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Post by Uelle on Dec 12, 2011 22:51:23 GMT -5
An eerie feeling crept its way between her shoulder blades, slowly breaking through her defenses, breathing an icy shill down her spine. It was like when she first gated into the field and how the gloom of deserted nightlife had become so thick it was almost tangible through her numb fingers. Just like that, on this mysterious train, she tasted that foreboding, sinister whisper somewhere in her subconscious again. With all her emotions running in disarray and frantic however, despite the seeming calmness she had managed to pull into the surface, the warning instinct remained buried and almost untraceable. She was holding it back.
After that initial surge, the lights kept toying between on and off, between the relief of light and the hungry promise of darkness. The light seemed to stay on until she would pass by certain cabins, but Uelle wasn’t noticing these small details anymore. Rather, her mind was slowly being drawn out and swallowed. She was beginning to panic, as much as she hated to admit it. Her breath would come out in pants now, though if it was from all her haste or her nervous breakdown she couldn’t tell. That headache from before too was dimly beginning to pulsate against her temples. The corridor kept on stretching in time with her pace, seeming endless. The unnerving concept of endless—it fit so perfectly snug right now. She already realized the car she was in was abnormal, but in her stubbornness she refused to let up and kept on irrationally walking, making no progress at all. Inevitably, she could see the shadows of the passengers in each respective cabin she passed through. Not by much, just from the corner of her eyes. But she did notice no one even bothered to turn her way and she was quite nosily racing down the corridor.
Finally, something stopped Uelle, her face pale beyond its natural health by now and her body overly warm under the trench coat and labor. There was a strange sound coming from up ahead. A change! She thought with a sudden spark of hope. A change would mean a break in the damned circle she was trapped in. However…The sound, she recognized, didn’t seem all that like good news. It sounded….It sounded like an engine was shutting down. And just as the thought struck her the train jolted into a stop. The rails screeched as if in agony as the train tried to halt, throwing Uelle forward to the ground and skidding until she caught herself by hooking her hand around the entryway to one of the cabins. The lights went out. For good it seemed. And a deadly silence quickly ate through the still air. Her own groan was what kept it from completely deafening her. “Ugh…! What…happened.” She asked herself, the sound of her voice quickly being responded to by the sound of various consecutive thumps around her. To her dismay and even though she furiously wanted to deny it, it sounded like dropping bodies. Very still bodies that didn’t groan like she did or cast any sound at all.
“Haah…!” Pain slipped through Uelle’s lips as she quickly dragged herself on her two feet, jolts of electricity knifing her right leg and shoulder. Her face was contorted with this pain, making it look like Uelle was actually feeling it. Was she? Was her Uelle actually suffering? That…that would be unforgivable. And it quickly reminded her of Lopper’s face when she had been skewered. Maybe it was possible.
Staring into the dark depths of the train, she felt the pocket knife from before suddenly squeezed between her fingers in her fist. The only weapon she had and yet, she hadn't opened it yet. “Well? What is it now? Just come out with it already.” She said almost below a murmur, yet it sounded intensely defying. Her eyes bore into the darkness with increasing apprehension, herself clinging to the cabin door frame for support.
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