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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 13, 2011 14:22:00 GMT -5
Lopper was being so generously escorted by Silvar's hand around the collar of her outfit, Alexei following behind him like a good little bitch. Strung up on all sorts of different monitors that wouldn't yield any information in the least bit at all, and yet they continued to diligently work at her like she was some sort of experiment, Lopper wouldn't protest the way she was being handled or treated; she just didn't know any better.
The three of them would reach the rift in the ground, like some sort of crevice in the space and time at their feet; like an earthquake that had tore a whole in the ground people walked on every day. It was dark, and deep with virtually no end in sight. There was a digital staircase that lead down into the depths of the darkness. Would Silvar be bold to take his little puppy and his casualty down into the darkness before they got any answers from Lopper? Would they all go down without first waking Lopper up? Did Silvar have possibly any idea what it was he was leading them all into? Perhaps, in the back of his mind, he knew something. What didn't Silvar know when it came to this sort of thing?
If Lopper hadn't have been swallowed up by the void within herself, she would have ran head first down those stairs to save the girl who was trapped in that nightmare all by her lonesome. It wasn't that she suddenly had a change of heart, and everything and everyone seemed to matter to her, but this one was somehow different. The World around her was talking to her, speaking to her about Uelle and whispering sweet nothings in her ear about her. She didn't know what it was that she had heard, or why Uelle is special, but all she knew is that she had to keep the girl safe. Just what the hell was going on down there?
Uelle struggled there in the darkness with the small pocket knife that she had found in her french coat, ready for anything and everything that would come for her. The question was, of course, if that knife was ready to do anything for her. Just what in the hell was she up against? What was happening to her and where the hell was she? The pain, it all felt so real, so violent and painful! It wasn't as if she could distinguish anymore if she was inside of a game or not, but she knew somehow that she had to be, because this just wasn't right. Perhaps she'd entertain the thought of dying here and now, for just a moment, as if someone had placed it delicately between her ears. "If I die, will I die for real?", or something helpless like that. Despair was so dark and brutal, cold and stale; it was delicious, to those that walked the darkness eternally.
Perhaps it was in that moment of despair that took over her mind that Uelle didn't think about using the light the cheap phone she had emitted, or perhaps she just didn't want to give away her position or see what in the hell there was in front of her. Maybe if she stood still long enough, if she tried to blend in with the darkness all around her, perhaps everything would go away and it will all be back to normal before she knew it. Was that her mentality? Did she feel that way? Decisions had to be made, careful ones, because there was only so much that could happen to such a soft and frail psyche.
The sounds of moaning could be heard in the far reaches of the space Uelle was in, the choking sounds that were escaping from the distance seem to be quiet - but in this dead silence, it was all so loud. It would soon be accompanied by the pitter-papper of the things that go bump in the night, all across all of the metal and glass surfaces of the entire train on the outside. It sounded like tons of scurrying feet were moving in Uelle's direction relentlessly without yielding to the nothingness that stood in their way. Uelle didn't have very many options, but she did have options, and it was up to her to make the best of them. Was she good at working under stress? Let's hope so, because perhaps she would begin to feel the train she was standing on becoming soft and fleshy - like a corpse.
FLAG TRIGGERED: Uelle will...- ...hide, somewhere in the cabin.
- ...hold her ground against the back of the train.
- ...attempt to use her body weight to break out of the train.
- ...attempt to look for a better weapon before progressing forward.
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Post by Silvar on Dec 13, 2011 15:28:12 GMT -5
Oh, yes, they were going to go down, and all the while the program Silv had set to run would continue its diagnostics and restorative measures, doing what it could on its own to isolate corruption and eliminate it. He honestly didn't have a clue as to how long it would take to find the source and unravel it from the inside out, or even whether or not he would be able to, but he'd damn well try. The thing of it was, though, that he wasn't simply going to sit here and toil over something that was likely insignificant, and there was another player down in that abyss. The mouth of Hell indeed, and he couldn't help but stand on the edge near that staircase, grinning down at the dark abyss like it was home, beckoning him with wicked, jagged, thorny arms befitting of such a horrific place.
What was down there, he hadn't much of an idea, but he'd been through Hell before and lived to tell about it, so it was that he took the first step down those stairs with no fear. Yes, he could easily be dragging the girl by her hair, and she would be none the wiser or simply unable to complain, but even he had a semblance of care for her, miniscule as it may have been, even if it didn't extend so far as to the point where he would carry her.
"What do you suppose we'll find?" he asked, though any reasonable or knowledgeable answer he wasn't expecting to find from his odd companion. "Don't you think it's fitting?" And he glanced back over his shoulder, not in the way of making sure that Alexei was following, but in a manner of a shared joke. The Devil's Advocate and his tempestuous, broken follower, heading down the pathway to the Abyss after Aura knew what, and for what? For his own curiosity, in a nutshell. He truly couldn't resist it, and depending on what they found, he might change his plan, set to purging the girl he so thoughtlessly tugged down the stairs after him himself rather than letting the program run its course.
Still, the possibilities, and while he had never been interested in the Key of the Twilight or any such legendary item, he was interested in the religious behavior such rumors and powers caused. People scrambled over themselves for it sometimes, and it was the folly of men that amused him the most. Human beings were a stupid, cattlelike race, often driving themselves to the edge of destruction on their idiotic notions of being better than each other, but still they prevailed. Their struggles were always entertaining, and while he himself was only human, there were a select few that were actually smart. Unfortunately, the majority of those did either too much in society or too little, and what did he do? He stayed neutral and provided for himself, all the while managing to keep the things around him afloat, because it really wouldn't do if there was no society to prosper from, would it?
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Post by Uelle on Dec 13, 2011 19:26:23 GMT -5
Trying to stare past the blackout was useless. It was an unnatural darkness. It felt heavy upon her shoulders, as if it possessed some sort of weight to press down on her. Or was it simply her body that was becoming heavy? the thought crossed over. She was tired and, as impossible as it sounded, in pain despite her insistent denial, so it would make some sense. But that's about it. It was impossible unless she was out of the game. And she obviously wasn’t. Unlike in that school ground where she had met the nameless girl, there wasn’t a trace of life to be felt from anywhere, not even the train’s very passengers. Maybe she was just imagining it. She already felt like she just wanted to scream her lungs out so maybe it was that stress that made her believe the sensations squeezing the flank she had fallen on with a dull ache.
This was like a freaking horror movie! And now that she found herself caught up in such a similar situation, she vowed never to criticize the protagonists again whenever they made dumb, fatal decisions. It was hard to even think straight under all this stress! Her hands were trembling again, so she squeezed them tight. It was too late to back down now. She had long chosen to enter the game to fulfill her promise. And she was still worried about Lopper whom she left behind in that unstable, damaged field. She looked so…truthfully unconscious. Dying so gratuitously, without ever having progressed at all, was simply not an option right then. Die…Will I? The thought made her lower lip quiver. But wasn’t that always the point of everything? To survive?
The infernal moaning just kept creeping toward her at a snail’s pace, as if trying to wear her out mentally before…Oh she didn't want to think about it. She couldn’t identify which way they were coming from though. Was it from the back? All those people she had passed? Or from the front? It sounded like the front…The groaning slithered nearer, louder, and she shuffled backward, carefully, feeling her way across the cabin walls with her fingers, knife at ready. And as much as her legs were shaking to bolt, her body itching to start some life-or-death race, Uelle coolly backed up ever so painfully and slowly toward the back of the train until her back smacked against the wall after some minutes. It surprised her. She thought she had been running forward for a long time, but she was suddenly already all the way at the back! "Stop messing around...Please.” She had the urge, the need to speak. To make sure she was still alive, even if cornered like some animal.
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Post by Alexei on Dec 13, 2011 20:00:17 GMT -5
Come to think of it, all of these weird ordeals didn't start happening until Silvar showed up. Alexei was questioning the hacker through his eyes, suspecting him. After all, he wouldn't be 'awakened' if the hacker had never appeared, and he had this slight feeling that this field wouldn't be like this if Silv didn't come back. It was like the game had decided to put up some kind of firewall. Was it for Silv or was it for Lopper? Right now it didn't seem like a coincidence. Alexei was sure things happened for a reason. The worse part about his suspicions was that he couldn't do a damn thing, even if he wanted to. The hacker was preventing him from doing anything marginally on his own. As Silv had his back turned, Alex made a funny face at the hacker – one of those expressions kids would do to an adult when ticked off.
As Silv began to talk, the expression was wiped off of his face. Usually when the hacker said something, he had the intention to usually look back at Alex. As the other male finally did turn, he beamed at the hacker. As if making the expression that he just made even worse, more ironic. “Skeletons, we'll find,” he answered in a lyrical kind of way. Something about skeletons relating to the past; skeletons being hidden in the closet. That was fitting. Stairs leading into the depths of Hell, it wasn't his style. However, it was definitely Silvar's. As Lopper's body began making thumping noises as she was being dragged down the stairs, he avoided the sound by concentrating on what would lie ahead.
Then again, he still wondered why he was following the hacker. He suppose he could try and gate out and leave the two of them to deal with the 'problem'. But he had to admit he was now curious, maybe even a little sympathetic toward Lopper. Perhaps he didn't have the heart to leave her; perhaps he wanted to stay around and find out if she would suffer due to Silv's intervention. Alexei wouldn't dare get close to the two, he felt strange around Silv and even worse as the girl was being dragged along. He felt like an eye-witness to a murder, watching every step to find out where the murderer would dump the body.
In a soup can. Under the stove. In your head.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 13, 2011 20:59:43 GMT -5
So, the loosely knitted team would descend the steps that Uelle herself transcended into the very darkness that had consumed them as well. They would walk forever, just as Uelle had, going down and down and down into the depths of the very game. Any light that Silvar would have tried to conjure up wouldn't have even sparked in this mass of darkness that consumed this whole place. The only thing that they could hear in the silence was the deafening noise of Lopper's body banging against each step they blindly took forward. Were they going to meet the same fate as Uelle or were they going to see what was truly going on within this darkness outside of the games that are being played on that poor lost soul down there? Only time would tell, and it would tell so soon.
What felt like hours would pass before they broke through the darkness and stepped into blinding light. Immediately they were drenched in heavy rain that poured on them from the endless grey sky that hung overhead for miles and miles. They were there, standing next to a dead tree, amongst the wreckage of what looked like what was a very large campus that extended in every direction for a good mile or so at least. Silvar and Alexei would be greeted by the walking dead, all neatly stitched up with flesh over their face and the rest of it as tight as it could possibly be around their bones. Their limbs were amputated off and replaced with household items, the sharp and deadly kind you'd use every day to make the front of your house as beautiful as can be so you can win that homeowner's award for the best garden. There had to be at least half-a-hundred of them that encircled the entire area, all of them shaking violently as if they all had an invisible body shaking them from their shoulders and their hips.
One of the many nightmarish creatures was bent over, picking something up as best as it could with its scissor hands. It brought that something up clumsily above its head to inspect it, where it then slipped out of the sharp metal points of the blades it had for arms and fell neatly onto its head. It now adorned a gold lunchbox as a sort of hat, the silent sound of a distant wind tunnel could be heard coming from the lunchbox along with little bits of darkness that slipped out of black hole it was that floated into the air before popping and disappearing from sight. It was a clear distinguishing that whatever it was, it was something Silvar needed to get his hands on.
Almost as if the nightmare had registered the thoughts of Silvar whom, at this point in time, would have seen the lunchbox on its head, it threw its wicked hands in the air and screeched as loud as it could - its muffled cry alerting all of the other nightmares that were minding their own business. It flailed sporadically, arms waving from side to side, scraping and digging into the wet dirt it was standing in with how drastic its movements were. It wasn't going to stick around to see what happens, it bolted in a weird crooked side-step run towards the building farthest to the west, smashing through the broken door; sending it off of its hinge as it disappeared into the building, screeching all the while until it could no longer be heard.
Now, as far as Silvar and Alexei and little Lopper were concerned, they had quite the problem on their hands. Of course, all of their weapons had been stripped of their players and they were all adorning uniforms of the NPCs that were there before them; defenseless and without weapons, Silvar had to make a choice for the entire group.
FLAG TRIGGERED: Make a decision, now!- Silvar will used the initial moment of panic to break through this reality and return their weapons and gear back to the way they were before they stepped into this area.
- Silvar will carry Lopper as Alexei follows as they chase after the monster that had fled, all of the monsters in this area chasing after them all of the while unless they could lose them somehow.
- Wake Lopper up!
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Uelle was at the wits of her end in that clusterphobic train that was being encroached on by something insidious. It moved closer and closer, the sound exponentially getting louder with each vicious step that it took towards Uelle. It wasn't until that whatever IT was ripped the door into the cabin that she was in right off along with a decent chunk of the cabin itself; all of it hitting the wall of the tunnel, coming to rest all bent to shit somewhere Uelle couldn't see. There was a long period of silence, all of the sounds she had heard before disappeared in an instant. It was one of those moments where you knew it was too quiet and that something was definitely up. Uelle had to choose now, what was it she was going to do!
- ESCAPE THROUGH THE NOW NON-EXISTENT DOOR.
- STEADFAST, HOLD YOUR GROUND!
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Post by Silvar on Dec 13, 2011 22:59:47 GMT -5
One foot in front of the other, an endless, pitch black tedium of steps down into their own little Abyss. It was navigated mainly by luck of the step, and by a reading of the surrounding data just faint enough to light the way for him in a way that the false glow of artificial light never could. Even still, that was bugging out, going haywire, going on the fritz, and he'd seen it all happen before, usually in conjunction with Something Particularly Bad. And it wasn't as if he'd neglected to keep an eye on his companion, either, but he said nothing, only chuckled at Alexei's response.
"I wouldn't be surprised to find those and more," he commented idly, voice a dead thing in this empty black rift next to the echo of the body hitting the stairs with each descending step. And wasn't it all to be quite appropriately assumed? Sudden, the light that washed over them, the drizzle, the... Well. He'd been in a field like this before, that much was for sure, but this... This was nothing of the sort, really, he could tell that much. The data, for one, was entirely wrong, double layered, so to speak, making a mess of his second screen and his HUD, but separating those things would take a bit of cunning and skill. Fortunately, he had both.
But that there... On the head of one of these strange creatures now, something particularly out of place. That was the key, the source of the anomaly, that was where all of the jumble came from, and he knew with quite a surety indeed that he needed to get his hands on it in order to unravel the bullshit of this field. That, after all, was the key. Unceremoniously, as the thing began to screech, he dropped the still unmoving body of the player known as Lopper (had any progress been made in waking her? It wasn't clear) to the ground, paid a brief glance to Alexei and their attire. Well, this wouldn't do, would it? It was, to him, as if everything had temporarily slowed down to a crawl around him, the screeching of the creature running awkwardly off into the distance fading into nothing as his lips curved upward, sharp and dangerous.
To get a fight out of something like this... And why not? But they were going to do it on his terms, and as the jacked up, wretched little skin walkers, anomalies though they were, realized the cause for alarm? A ripple, one that shook the very ground they stood on, and something dark spread at the hacker's feet. A second, and the sound rang out like a gunshot, one crack splitting out into two, into many, spider webbing their way across the horizon of this false reality as it all began to fall away. A third, and it was a complete purge, for he'd chosen to eliminate this flimsy little layer of reality in favor of following his own rules, which, all in all, was rather consistent with the role of a hacker to begin with, wasn't it? Not that he wouldn't likely be blamed for this entire field being corrupted, though... in this state of anarchy, who was to say what those consequences would be?
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Post by Alexei on Dec 13, 2011 23:28:34 GMT -5
The downpour over took his character's clothing and he stood there, frowning. This sucked, he hated this, and he was about to throw a tantrum. As he opened his mouth to protest his involvement in the matter, he noticed that one of the grotesque creatures fumbling around with a lunchbox. To him it just looked like an ordinary lunchbox, nothing significant – even the colors didn't appear to matter. Alexei wanted to pick up a rock and throw it at the thing, but before he could ever consider moving – the monster started wailing. He was taken back from the noise, that he ceased all comical thought behavior and sunk much harder into reality. There was something wrong in this field, but why couldn't he really sense it beyond his eyes?
The noise should have caused him to rip the terminal right off his head and throw it at the wall. And maybe he did, somewhere, extremely irritated with his positioning. Alexei wasn't a hacker, never cared to be – he was just a heartless enigma that wanted to do whatever his feelings persist. As the lunchbox ran away with the creature, his eyes dropped to the weightless girl. Silv had discarded her temporarily to do his hacker duties, but he was still watching her. Just as pointless. Of course it would be her to get into this mess. As the field did its truck to take weapons away from Alex, he would be the last to notice. Right now he saw no point to equip anything, and it wasn't like he was glaring intently at his inventory space.
No, he was too busy looking at the troublesome girl.
Damn you, Silv! he was trying not to get overwhelmed with the utter disliking of being persuaded to follow the hacker into these areas. To him, it appeared as though Silv was trying to repair damages. Which seemed odd to Alex, didn't Silv usually have the intentions to destroy? There must have been something about that lunchbox he wasn't understanding. As he went to ask the other male about it, he noticed that Silv was creating a dash of spectral rays in the ground. The ground started to shake and Alex grew still, trying not to fall over from the slight shaking. He could deal with it, he could deal with earth quakes...
He saw the spider-web of data breach the rest of the field, as if destroying the mirror that was placed between dimensions. There was too much science and physics for Alexei to understand, those worm holes, alternative dimensions, the equations. Silv must have been an ultimate nerd offline. Alexei tried to imagine the person behind the screen, a guy with huge glasses and soda cans every where – the floor filled with paper, discarded hamburger wrappers. How could he even think like that when the field was going wonkers? He didn't know. He just did it.
“You're so pro,” he said randomly.
Alexei moved forward a little bit, knelt down and grabbed Lopper's right ankle. Maybe he wanted to drag her instead.
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Post by Uelle on Dec 14, 2011 0:27:16 GMT -5
There was nothing else to do now, was there? From the beginning there didn’t seem to be anything she could have ever done. Maybe that guy who had spoken to her before could have helped her, but it was way past ‘too late’—he too had disappeared along with everyone else. The things in her coat seemed to only be mere accessories with no purpose, as if whoever had placed them there had done so thinking it would be hilarious to see her trying to figure them out and then realize they had been put there to mock the girl. She sure as hell wasn’t laughing though.
And even if there was something she could do in that moment, just how was she supposed to get enlightened about it? She was no genius gamer, or did she posses any sort of useful experience from [The World] yet. She was not some classical heroine who could vanquish her foes with love, some ultra special ability, and a bit of outrageous luck. Uelle was Uelle. What was so grand about it? What did this freak show want about it? The door was torn away, sounding almost crunchy as it was easily wrenched and tossed to the side. Uelle flinched at the sounds booming like a full-volume stereo in her ears. Clearly, her brain was exaggerating everything now, but that fact didn’t make her situation any less true.
The cabin suddenly felt incredibly small as a deadly silence donned the air soon after. She could only hear her own frantic breathing. She was on her feet, up against the wall, her expression a mix between hesitation and defiance. In a split moment, she gripped her weapon and bolted for the torn entry way. The wicked silence was cut away by the sound of her rushing steps. All she could think of was of that far away engine room at the front of the train car. Should she attempt to reach it again? If there was anything in the way, she would barge into it with all her weight and the speed she could muster.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 14, 2011 11:02:48 GMT -5
The entire area around the three of them seemed to disappear in an instant, falling apart all at once to show the grid-like undertone this reality truly had. The night sky, the pouring rain, the wrecked school all seemed to vanish in an instant - but what would remain are the sickly little creatures that came flailing at them from all around in one big circle! It didn't seem like these creatures knew much about taking turns or sharing the action, they all wanted to dog pile on top of all three of them and just flay their skin and stitch it to their own bodies! Perhaps these creatures wouldn't be too much of a problem for somebody like Silvar with his bitch by his side, but how would they all fend when they had a VIP they had to carry around and protect! Did they even know she was a VIP? Probably not, and one could only wait and see what happens next before all of this chaos finally began!
Ten of them would come from the left, another ten from the right, another ten from the front and another ten from the rear; it was easy to see just how surrounded you were when all you saw when you looked around were able(?) bodies running towards you with no sign of freedom to move around. This wasn't the best situation the three of them could have found themselves in, especially Lopper herself, but perhaps the monsters weren't strong! Perhaps, just maybe, they weren't that hard to deal with!
Psh, yeah right!
Deep underground, blitzing down the cabin with the butt of her knife against her chest, Uelle ran boldly forward into the darkness towards the now non-existent portion of the cabin. One step after another, gigantic strides moving forward, escaping all of the darkness that was encircling the outside area of where she was once standing. As soon as her foot started to move, by just the fraction of a second, she missed ten different tendrils reaching in to try and pull her out; with one coming from each direction, it was more than likely she would have been yanked a part in an instant like a porkchop! Kinda of a scary thought, and a sickly one, but she wasn't out of the fire yet!
Uelle was reaching the end of the cabin she was in now, her body flying through the distance that separated both ends of the car she was in. She was moments away from being airborne, if only just for a couple of moments in space and time. Before she would get the chance to escape the car she was on, she would slam hard and suddenly into something fleshy and fall into a roll. Whatever it was that she had impaled with her knife let out a muffled cry, it's saggy and rotting flesh smearing itself all over Uelle's french coat as it reeled off to the side to collect itself. Uelle banged around, possibly nailing her head in one of the short poles under the seats that kept them sturdy, before she rolled off of the car and dropped down five hard feet onto the railroad the train was on - nailing her back in the process. The pain she felt would sting, and burn, and hurt a lot but it wouldn't stop her from getting up and doing what had to be done. It was, of course, just a game after all. Right?
In her confusion and panic, her heightened senses allowed her to take a better image of what was going on around her in the darkness. Tons of cute little Uelle's, standing there in all of their rotting glory, necks all broken to shit with missing fingers and eyes; some of them didn't have an arm, some not a leg, some not a pair of arms or legs! The kicker was that, the ones that didn't have any arms and legs, crawled around on bent steel rods that were jammed and cauterized into their flesh like some sort of wicked science experiment, they looked like spiders in a way. The creatures were hissing, bumping into one another as they crawled in a shamble towards Uelle. The spider-like versions of her crawled over the ceiling, readying their position to drop down with all of their dead weight and snap her own neck and impale her with their rusted contraptions. It only seemed to get much worse for Uelle, and in all of this panic, a decision still had to be made!
Of course, as she turned her whole body around to take in everything that she was up against, perhaps she might have saw the glint of something yellow pierce the darkness to the far left of the tunnel. Perhaps, just maybe, she could make out the slightest hint of pink of the body that seem to trudge forward like a sleepwalker in repose. The door had some sort of sign on it that read something that Uelle couldn't quite make out. Was it even a word in the english language! If she had any knowledge of subway tunnels, she would know that it was probably a breakroom for the workers that came down here to do their thing. It would have vending machines, possibly left over belongings, and a staircase that would go up somewhere. There was still, of course, the front of the train that needed to be explored. Perhaps there was something in the front of the train, in the engine room, that was really meaningful and special. The question was, was it worth the risk to go into the pitch black tunnel and run towards the front of the train? What would Uelle run into if she did?
DO OR DIE: What's your resolve?- Stay and fight!
- Attempt to break through towards the break room.
- Attempt to break through towards the front of the train.
- Do yourself a favor and slit your own throat!
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Post by Silvar on Dec 14, 2011 15:20:35 GMT -5
So pro. Such an astute observation from his strange companion, and Silv merely chuckled, amused. The entire situation was entertaining and amusing, for that matter, and he'd never exactly been particularly defineable as sane. Skin walkers with garden impliments for arms and shrieking voices in a field of illusions and a golden lunchbox that seemed the key to everything, including this unconscious lump of uselessness on the ground behind him. Still, his imposed program was working to wake her, but he had no particular care on how quickly it succeeded anymore, or if it even did.
No, his focus was on the battle, and here they were, all running awkwardly toward them from all sides. Closer... Closer... He was patient with them, but there was a certain level of adrenaline to be had in pushing the limit, and when they were finally close enough to encompass near the whole of his vision, one single attack struck out at the lot of them.
It was a ring, forcing its way out in shadowed spikes that rose from the ground around them on all sides, sudden and swift and with an explosive force. The damage would be piercing, and a second ring followed the first in quick succession, further out to catch the stragglers. A powerful attack, to be sure, but if it didn't kill them, it would be tendrils next to pull them down, wont to drag them back to the Hell they came from like some kind of judgment. He supposed he was nothing if not efficient, albeit perhaps a little flashy, and this force didn't seem likely to be the whole of their problem in any case. There was something larger, and it was that which he would spend the most time on. The first wave, after all, was all too rarely the strongest.
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Post by Alexei on Dec 14, 2011 17:30:57 GMT -5
A massive group of skinheads didn't leave them alone, despite the layer of the game being shattered. The hand that was around Lopper's ankle moved, he slowly grabbed her to lift her up. She was awkwardly hanging upside down, and he attempted to shaker her. As he noticed the monsters closing he, he used his other arm so that he could drape her over his shoulder like a potato sack. Silvar was too busy playing footsy with the group of mobs to really pay attention to other players in the field. Although he didn't care what happened to Lopper, he decided that he wanted to wait for the girl to wake up so that he could tell her how useless she had been. But then again, it wasn't like Alexei was a contributing factor to the field itself.
Then he noticed the crazy apocalyptic attack, tendrils grabbing those freaky monsters into some kind of obtuse Hell. Alexei would have clapped his hands and applauded for the hacker, but Lopper's thigh was in his face and he turned his head in the opposite direction. She really did need to lose some weight. “God damn, you're too over powered,” he told the hacker that was too busy making fire works to notice that Alex took the girl. No, maybe he had noticed. After all, he was acting like Chuck Norris since the day he showed up. The King was running the show now, and if he wasn't, Alexei might send a very condescending note to the administration and complain about Silv. Nerf him. Nerf him so hard.
Alexei didn't like standing still for too long. And so he turned to Lopper's feet and began to remove her shoes, allowing them to drop onto the ground. Perhaps he was planning to strip her of all of her garments and equipment, so that she woke up stark naked and humiliated. Maybe he would toy with her to get Silv's attention. Well, he wasn't sure what Silv's 'type' was.
If he had been really paying attention, he might have ran off on his own to go find this lunchbox. But he was too distracted, so he stayed near Silv's flanks because he enjoyed being a useless piece of garbage. “YAAAAY!”
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Post by Uelle on Dec 14, 2011 19:54:59 GMT -5
Success!? Her voice sounded incredibly dubious, yet ecstatic, in her head a she bounded through the cabin’s new opening, the sound of grasping…things…closing right where she had been. She leaped through the shadows, turned, and began the blind race. Before long she finally did bump into something. Well—slam, actually. The fine point of her knife ate and stuck into the flesh of whatever she had rammed. The thing moved aside however and she suddenly found herself falling forward to the floor with her accelerated momentum, banging the side of her head against something hard and metallic in the way, and rolling off the train car somehow and unto the rails on her back (but at least she was out of the train now). Did she just break in two? For a terrifying moment, she could…feel everything, and she marveled at the sensation. The shock of the last fall paralyzed her body for a few torturous seconds in which she could do nothing but tremble through the pain as the gross moaning would get nearer. The sound of horror stepping closer and closer urged her body to recover from the impact faster and she was able to roll unto her stomach with a loud moan and look through some tears that had slipped over her shoulder.
Finally, she caught sight of what was chasing her. But instead of that fierce loathing and courage she thought would have possessed her at the sight of her enemy, she became terribly cold and feverish. The things had her face. Uelle’s face. And they were all hideous. She had been calling herself a freak all this time! She had never heard anything about this game being quite so horrific. Or perhaps it just felt that way because she was staring them at them so closely, as if she were right there with them, being hunted like an animal.
As much as she didn’t want to, she quickly turned and hauled herself back up, her balance unstable. Her head was pounding like never before, that bump from before having amplified what had already been pulsating there. Back on her feet, her eyes fell upon the door to the side of the tunnel. She wasn't sure where it led to, but inside a tunnel, she sort of didn’t much of an expectation for it. No, she wasn’t familiar with subways. What if she ran there and trapped herself in an empty room? No, she would stick to her primary goal. The engine room. An unnatural sound had wavered in from that direction. And if it was unnatural, then it would surely make more sense than something that looked sensible at this point. It was all topsy turvy.
One hand on her throbbing temple, she broke into another dash, picking up a long metal pipe that had been lying nearby along the way. Her running seemed awkward, maybe because she sort of wanted to limp, not run. But run she did anyways, toward the front of the train engulfed in those glaring dark shadows. She’d been blind so far so what was the difference?
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Dec 15, 2011 9:14:43 GMT -5
It all happened so quickly, in a flash Silvar displayed all of his power in an instant by completely wiping off every enemy that surrounded the three of them. At least, of course, he thought he did. There were monsters that had been completely cut in two, some had been cut vertically in half and there were some who lost a few limbs. They would all simply drop to the floor in one large screech that came out in unison, one that echoed throughout the field endlessly for a while.
Perhaps it was somewhere between Alexei taking Lopper's shoes off or congratulating Silvar on his overpowered traits when all of the monsters seem to slowly spring into life like a mechanical toy that hadn't been started for awhile. Their bodies, their limbs, and all the pieces that had been cut off in the wave began to boot right back up as if they all had a mind of their own. Twisting and turning, twitching violently, all of the bodies and the limbs began to continue their vicious charge right towards the three of them! One might imagine that they did themselves a good thing by amputating and nearly destroying all the functionality in the monsters, but that was far from the truth. They all moved just as fast, all of the limbs becoming self-sufficient in their own way, after their meal!
Double The Trouble!: It's all just too much!- Try to run and find the lunch box, where ever it was by now!
- Strike again! Rip them apart even more!
Further down the rabbit hole Uelle decided to run, deeper into the darkness towards something that may or may not exist. She ran endlessly forward with all of her twisted selves chasing in tow. They were much slower than her, and she could put some good distance between all of them and herself, but they would catch up eventually; they always do. As she ran down the tunnel, she could maybe feel or hear all of the other horrors that she was running past; the deeper she would go, the more at a time she would run into - all of them simply turning and shambling after her as well, joining in on the chase.
The train she was running with at her side seemed to go on forever, the only thing that distinguished one cabin from another was the different blood stains and corpses it had hanging in the windows as she ran by each one. It may have been in her mind, if she were watching that scene out of the corner of her eye, but if Uelle didn't know any better than she might have started thinking that the further she went the darker everything seemed to be becoming! One step after another, unyielding, she traversed the darkness and had eventually found the front car that lead all of the others.
It seemed, somehow, different than all of the other cars that she had passed on her long run up here. She was out of breath now, having blitzed the whole way down the tunnel to get to this point. There were no monstrosities close by, but the sound of their wicked feet clapping as they continued to follow her in their slow precision consumed all of the silence this place might have had. The front car still had power, and instead of the a normal paint job it seemed to be painted in a gold color; it's chrome accents much more polished than the stainless steel the rest of the train had used. There was a flickering light on the inside, one that waved back and forth as if it were a fire or a light that was soon about to die. It was up to Uelle now to make a decision, to to affirm the one she had made prior.
There's No Turning Back!: Is This The Answer?- Enter the gold-plated transit.
- Go back from whence you came.
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I, your shadow...
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Post by Silvar on Dec 22, 2011 18:05:00 GMT -5
Well, this was quite the predicament, wasn't it? Here they were, and in the end, even an attack deemed overpowered wasn't enough to destroy these irritating creatures. No, instead, as Alexei went about the business of stripping away pieces of the anomaly known as Lopper, much like a bored five year old playing with a Barbie doll, the pieces of the creatures continued after the both of them.
Except Silv wasn't really going to have that. The space itself was anomalous data, and therefore it was likely actually easily modified, or so he speculated. He spared a glance back at the girl and his tagalong, though he'd kept an eye on the two the entire time regardless, offering the troublesome creature parts yet another wave of shadows. Again, the thought was to bind them in place, to keep them from advancing, and to pull apart a space wide enough for the hacker and his motley little crew to step through.
After all, the lunchbox itself was the key, or was some kind of key, and these pathetic marionettes were just things that were getting in the way. Grunts, numbers, nothing more, and the thought struck him to open up the anomalous data beneath the creatures, like a pitfall with a double dose of gravity, a sinkhole. And wouldn't it just make sense to run down the list? This was his challenge, and in a way, so was the girl he still tested, but there was really only one thing to be done at a time, after all.
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[Flick Reaper]
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Post by Uelle on Dec 31, 2011 16:48:06 GMT -5
She felt like suffocating beneath the long, headless shadows. Short, labored breaths, the reminder of pain in each step, it all made the train seem that much longer and her goal that much farther. Just what kept her going at that moment? when all her senses had been spent and she became just a being who could experience fear. Why trouble herself over such an unwanted emotion? Her body was almost running on its own, pried apart from her consciousness. It felt like she just existed to survive, even knowing that by doing so it would prolong the pain. Run. Dodge. Don’t look at the windows. Keep running. Believe. All these things, they were just reactions to her fear. Perhaps it was because she feared that she existed... Regardless she had no choice but to make use of the only capacities she had left. Fear. Survive. Block out. Reach out. She thought the race would never end and that she’d be stuck running forever, so she didn’t realize the last car was already in sight until she stumbled past it and the absence of further train cars made her turn back.
She stopped then. She just had to. The air wasn’t even going into her lungs. She didn’t know how, but she had put all the pain on hold; it patiently waited to be soaked in at the end of her adrenaline rush. While she greedily sucked at the air, she stared at the front car and its testing chrome hue. The light inside fluctuated as if it were about to die out, but to her it seemed like someone inside was laughing up some joke with a candle in hand. Had she made the right calls until now? It seemed silly now to think back on all the choices that had brought her to this point. Did they lead her to perish here, like some nameless, unfortunate victim mugged and abandoned in a dark alley? Would dyeing even mean anything in this game? Surely, all that awaited her at the end of such a nightmare would be a cold, unfeeling reality. Well what else was there?
The sound of her pursuers finally closing in urged her to go through with her decision. She sucked one last lung-full of air, climbed up and pulled on the access to the car. Wasn’t this like heading toward the light at the end of the tunnel? Not the best idea to be having.
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Post by Alexei on Jan 1, 2012 22:50:38 GMT -5
Alexei left Lopper's shoes on the ground, leaving them there, as if it would food for the monsters. He would have withdrawn his blade, put up a fight, but he saw that Silv had ensnared the creatures with his powers. Although he was bitter toward Silv right now, he was thankful that he hadn't be stuck with a different partner. A weak one. After all, this field wasn't a normal one. It reeked of danger. Sometimes he didn't like to be useless, like right now, but he was still upset. He wanted to watch Silv carefully, dissect him with his eyes. To figure out those powers and use them in his advantage. It never occurred to him that he should just attempt sweet talking Silv.
Why was he here, what made him follow the hacker so easily? It wasn't like he was easily manipulated into things, but he felt curious. Silv was someone with an abundance of knowledge; Silv stirred his conscious and made it hard to recognize himself as a person. Alexei understood his situation, but it was Silv who held much more. One of his arms wrapped around the girl's legs, pinned her body against him – turning her in a way so that she was a mere potato sack over his shoulder. As he noticed the gap that the hacker had created, he moved a few paces forward toward it. Their aim was to go to the lunchbox, not because it was shiny, but because it had some importance. Silv had to know.
The two hadn't exchanged a lot of words, but he was feeling a little fuzzy just walking around without a noise. “Silv..” he said, the name slow so that he wouldn't break the male's concentration – if Silv even needed to concentrate. “What type of... data – field, is this?” It was a meek question, but a curious one. Silv had to been able to decipher what was the cause. Was it the King, viruses, a bug?
Although the real question was toward Lopper, and just what the heck she was doing here.
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Jan 4, 2012 22:31:14 GMT -5
The best way to deal with any enemy, as Silvar so elegantly demonstrated, was to let its environment take care of it for you. The attack by the endless barrage of marionettes, those skin-wrapped dolls were all gone but one. That one puppet, that one sickly sort of creation, was running around with its head stuck inside of what everybody assumed to be the key to making it out of this crazy sort of nightmare! It had ran somewhere off in one of the school buildings on the far side of the grounds in which they were on now. There was really only one choice they had at this point, with all the decisions they had made, and that was to go towards that building and the unknown inside of it to find what it is they require!
So our makeshift Alice ran and ran and ran, deeper into the darkness that consumed everything inside of it. She ran and she ran until she couldn't run anymore, but she wouldn't have to. Uelle had made it to her destination, to the front of the train that she so desperately risked her life for. Was it the right choice to make? Was it the right answer? There was only one way to find out, and Uelle was going to find out, but not without consequence.
As soon as Uelle had made her way into the engine car, the metal door behind her slammed shut like a blast door with no visible way to even think about breaking through it or opening it up in any way. Perhaps it was the little time she would take to turn around in shock that it would take all of the monsters she had outran to slam into the sides of the cart with all of their inertia and body mass. Hundreds seemed to be plowing themselves into the car, over and over and over again; the car was on the verge of tipping over, but it wouldn't appear as if any of them would be able to get in! So, besides about to be inside of a metal and painful hamster ball, did she have anything to fear?
On the far side of the car there was an absence in [The World] that floated like a portal of darkness in space itself. It wasn't attached to the end of the train, or any of the sides, it was independent and bobbed up and down as if it were resting in water. Black globs from the bottom of the portal dripped out onto the floor, splashing like paint. The globs would shortly be sucked right into the portal once more, as if the portal had a mind of its own and was greedy about its contents.
THIS IS IT!:The end of the line!- Enter the portal of darkness!
- Investig- What the fu-
It was like a knife through hot butter, the way a fork can easily cut through a nice cooked fish, the same way expensive meat just melts in your mouth. Perhaps Uelle would find the time to look down before she would be sent into the black pit of despair to find that she had been bored out like a piece of metal. All of her stomach was gone, her appendages flying all over the cart she was in as if a grenade had just went off inside of her. In reality, there was a monstrously large and vicious claw that had forged its way through her body and out the other side. There was nothing she could do, not from the shock she would be suffering from.
The other hand of whatever it was that had gored her was placed against her back, delicately pushing her so that it could get its hand free of the cavity it had just made. Perhaps the hole only widened then, but the damage had already been done. Uelle would fall, plopped down onto the palm of the monster that had surely ended her life. She remained there in its palm, as if it were studying her, as if it were admiring her for one reason or another. All of the monstrosities that were outside were still smashing into the car, still trying to tip it over and get inside. Hadn't they already won?
Slowly, like a peace offering to something higher than itself, those disembodied arms slowly moved towards the portal of darkness. It rested there for a moment, tilting its fingers downward as it was going to let Uelle roll off and into the pit, but there was a moment of what appeared to be hesitation. Was it hesitation or something else? It wouldn't matter, for in the end she simply rolled off of those fingers covered in her blood and bounced right into a sudden pitfall of nothing. She might be lucky enough to stay alive long enough to feel the impact of the ground in this abyss, if it weren't endless.
Still alive, but completely disabled, Uelle was in a world of hurt. What would come of her now?
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I, your shadow...
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Post by Silvar on Jan 5, 2012 15:20:38 GMT -5
It was a simple matter to dispatch the monstrous creatures that had seemed more to come from a horror game than the fantasy of The World. It was all data after all, and Silv, being the hacker he was, rather had a knack for disassembling and reassembling all manner and sort of data. In the end, this was really no different, only a virus that needed cracking, a glitch that needed troubleshooting. A bug, perhaps, and he still hadn't quite figured out the source of this anomaly any more than he had when they'd entered the field.
It simply was, to put it lightly, fucked. The field was a horrendous mess, and so was this dead weight they were carrying around by the name of Lopper, the other anomalous player that Alexei knew, and he turned at the sound of his name just as the field opened up and swallowed the monsters whole, never to be seen again (they would hope). It caused the corners of his lips to quirk upward in some semblance of an amused sort of smirk, red eyes trailing over the way their tagalong had become a facsimile of a sack of potatoes.
"Aside from the obvious corruption, the exact source of this particular glitch..." A light shrug, and he began to walk in the direction of the building their treasure trove of information on the head of a creature reminiscent of old Silent Hill games had run off toward. "The patterning of the glitching up above indicated everything was focalized around a central source," he explained, that source, he suspected, to be the thing they were chasing after.
Whether or not Alexei actually understood what he was talking about, however... His travelling companion had asked, and he would explain. "The area in which we find ourselves now, however... It appears to simply be a space within the belly of The World, a pocket of anomalous, raw data shaping itself around circumstance and intrusion for its own purposes. We could be looking at a rogue program, because a glitch in The World is never so simple." Oddly enough, he had the passing thought to quote The Matrix.
"Suffice to say, regardless of what sort of beast this corruption is, we're looking for the source, which in turn can normally be used as its own undoing. Vaccines tend to be, after all, made from the virus they're vaccinating against." He turned his head, slowed enough that he came up level with the two of them. "I honestly doubt she has any information that I can't discern myself, but you'll have to continue to drag her along for now, until I have the time to devote to waking her."
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Post by Alexei on Jan 5, 2012 21:34:19 GMT -5
Alexei was good at playing oblivious, and uninterested. A player could look him straight in the face and assume he wasn't paying attention. But he heard everything, observed the very last drop of rain. There was nothing that could get by him, albeit he had no choice when it came to Silv. There was a hindrance that the hacker knew about Alexei, an idea that he was so fixated on that it was out of Alexei's control. But manipulation of data could only go so far, was the hacker merely forgetting about the stream of conscious? It was as if he asked to forget that he had a train of thought, to follow a master to his demise. Though he wasn't going anywhere so easily.
This place, he got it. A game was layers deep of content, data – everything was streaming, being manipulated. Whether it was from the game's content, a user, or some rogue device; it would end up the same. Like a virus attacking a space and program, the field was subjected to change. Players would become victims, and he could see it – being that the girl was draped over his shoulder. The information would have even been more solid, if he knew about Uelle. Yet, he knew that his stream of conscious wasn't normal like Lopper's or Silv's. But Silv was able to evade the attack, due to his expertise.
Had it been avoiding Alexei, was he welcomed here?
The device, and now he continued to move through the spaces of the field. Lopper was beginning to feel lighter the longer he had held her, but that didn't mean he was getting annoyed by it. He would have just focused less on the field and woke the girl up in the middle of it, not caring what the consequences were. Perhaps he was always hellbent on causing trouble, destroying everyone. All this movement and he knew that Lopper was under a sheet of ice, the only option of her awakening had to be done through Silv. He disliked having his independence reaped and placed on someone else.
Enough time? Alexei gave Silv a sudden look, as if he was about to smash the girl into the ground and attack him again. Like he wanted the hacker dead, but it slowly subsided into a softer expression. That's right, he didn't really run on time. But these people did. Good thing his logic got to him before he did anything irrational. “After you wake her up, if she's useless, we can just kill her!” His expression looking too happy.
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Post by Uelle on Jan 9, 2012 10:30:08 GMT -5
She was inside now. She made it. Even though she’d been scared and all her decisions up to that point had seemed like spurs of the moment, it was impossible to hold back that small spark of triumph that stretched her lips over the sound of death hammering against the car. It didn’t matter that she only just turned her face from a certain to an uncertain death. Death was imminent either way, she realized. But in that enclosed little space, everything would be simpler. It was do or die now, considering she had nowhere else to run to.
The feeling of cold, heartless metal against her back threatened to tip her over as the monsters outside slammed one after the other in a desperate attempt to reach inside. It was not easy ignoring them like that, but it was needed. Taking hold of something or another to keep her balance, she strained her eyes and scanned the insides of the room she’d locked herself in. Trapped in with her was this swirling mass of darkness that appeared like a portal slipping through some anomaly in the field. If only her senses had not gone haywire from her traumatic fall and run, she would have been immediately wary and cautious in her approach. But she abandoned what remained of her caution and stumbled forward on a full limp, frantic to be anywhere else but there, to reach some sort of haven.
Her first reaction was to gasp when a clawed hand suddenly slipped out of the portal and skewered her. Her flesh gave in so easily to the quick motion that she hardly felt its fatal entrance. After her brain caught up with what happened she quickly wanted to lurch, but then she realized she had no stomach to do so. That made her want to throw up even more. Uelle wasn’t all that afraid of gore, but this was a bit…Soon enough, she began to see everything through a thin veil of gray while her body convulsed as it remembered all the pain it had stored up to that point. Whatever it was that had finally got her was somehow pushing at her from the back as well. It felt gross, having an entire claw removed from her body and her fall limp on the very hand it belonged to. But that didn’t matter right now. She was dying.
Her body frantically worked to keep itself alive, her mouth sucking vainly at the air. It was a silly thought, but she wanted to cover the hollow in her abdomen before she finished bleeding to death. Her arm only twitched however, as it ignored her command. She wanted to curse at it next, but a soft whimper slipped through instead. Despite everything, it was an embarrassing sound and the last thing in her mind before she fell through the abyss and the sensation of falling and a maddening helplessness took over her thoughts.
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