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I'm still here. I've just been chasing an internship, so I'm less active than I want to be.
Location - Government Agency - Later
"You let him leave?"
The room was cold. Ziggy sat in the center of a small room, as a voice echoed out from a set of speakers. Interrogation Room B, he knew it well enough. This is where he went when Mr. E showed up. Mr. E was the supervisor, and thus the final say in 99% of the cases Ziggy was involved in. His creation, his training, his future all rested on the cold, unseen shoulders of Mr. E.
"I did it to minimize casualties." Ziggy said after a long pause, just to make sure he didn't interrupt his supervisor. "This machine managed to creep into the facility, and he had a weapon designed to kill humans, and me."
"So, you should have tried to stop him."
"But it was a heat weapon." Ziggy said, eyes narrowing at the glass window that hid Mr. E from his sight. "How could I stop that? All it would have resulted in is more people being injured, and he would have gotten out anyway."
"That's the mistake you made. Did you not consider that he'd use this stolen technology to hurt more people further down the line. While I commend you on your ability to consider the immediate loss of life, this machine creature you described clearly has no qualms about hurting people. Worse, civilians. The men in this facility should have been willing and ready to give their lives too keep this machine from escaping. You made a poor choice of judgement." Another long pause, before a sigh filled the air. "Either way, this will have to be handled discretely. Thankfully the press hasn't caught wind of this, so until then, you are to keep your eyes open for this robot."
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But let me present this question to you. Why are you content being their little lapdog? Their little weapon? You could be so much more. You should be ruling them, not taking their orders. You are superior to the humans in every way.
Why did he say that? Ziggy was sitting alone in his room now. He was doing a lot of sitting. Because laying down seemed too relaxed, and standing was too hectic. And yet, the words Talos left him with. He left that out of the official debriefing, because he didn't want the humans to worry. And yet... Was Talos wrong? If Ziggy wanted, he probably could have broken down the glass wall and confronted Mr. E personally, instead of being chided at through a set of speakers. He could have killed any one of those bank robbers the night before. But he didn't. Because it just didn't... It just wasn't... It wasn't what he wanted to do. Right? He never really thought about it. In fact, he couldn't think of ever thinking that way. Being better than humans? Maybe he just never thought about it like that.
"I could." He whispered, and then clasped a hand over his mouth. As if he wanted to take back those words. But it was like a genie in a bottle. Once said, he couldn't help but think about it.
And it made him feel sick to the stomach.
Indra and I started one, but nobody was really interested. It was about an alternate versions of Naruto and crew.
If you're interested in something wholesome, let us know.
If you're interested in something wholesome, let us know.
30 Silver - Team B
Running Late. Of course he would be. After all, if you're a minute late it's the same as two minutes, or three, or a good ten. But eventually, he had to move. He had to get up and be alive. The being alive part of things though, that was the hard part. The day was hot. He hated hot days, and he just wanted to stay where it was cold. But that wasn't possible, not if he wanted to get back. Get back that thing he lost. Whatever it was. He just knew something was missing.
"You alive?" It was an older man who spoke up, finally paying attention to the thing that had been resting in the alley way. In a box. With that visible eyeless skull, those arms and legs stripped of meat, and that shaggy body that at the very least seemed like it could still be alive.
"أعيش" The noise the creature made sounded old. A dead langue, but it wasn't a demonic language. It was the lanaguage the thing knew best. The language of his home.
"That english?"
"No... It's older." The creature let out a sigh, which was like ice. Slowly he stood, towering over the old man and letting the box fall to the ground. It collapsed, clearly held up entirely by the sleeping creature. Slowly he turned around, his empty eye sockets seemed to take the world in for a moment.
"You usually sleep in a box?" The answer was... No. He usually slept wherever he could. He liked that. Being able to pick and choose where he slept. Having a designated place felt... Caging. Slowly the monster walked off, and the old man waved him away. "Well, catch you later then. Weirdo."
Brimstone Avenue wasn't hard to find. Well, harder than most places, but not all that hard to find once you knew where to look. A lot of space to cover, but it couldn't be all that hard. Not for that creature. He drew a few eyes, with his bright white coat of fur, but most ended up looking away. After all, it was rude to stare.
He was the last to step into the group, a claw brushing against the stone. He brushed the grooves of the stone, as if ignoring the others. He was probably the last to arrive. He could tell just by looking at the others. One of them, the big guy, and clearly Big Red just by the look of him, was the most striking of the group. Well, at least the one who stood out the most. The beast man drew his attention to the vampire, who had just finished shuffling his... Well they were probably prostitutes if one was to give a guess. The other two didn't have much to talk about... Though they had their uses, or they wouldn't be there.
"تحية طيبة." He said, stepping forward and brushing his neck. "I am Thirty Silver. I apologize for my tardiness."
Running Late. Of course he would be. After all, if you're a minute late it's the same as two minutes, or three, or a good ten. But eventually, he had to move. He had to get up and be alive. The being alive part of things though, that was the hard part. The day was hot. He hated hot days, and he just wanted to stay where it was cold. But that wasn't possible, not if he wanted to get back. Get back that thing he lost. Whatever it was. He just knew something was missing.
"You alive?" It was an older man who spoke up, finally paying attention to the thing that had been resting in the alley way. In a box. With that visible eyeless skull, those arms and legs stripped of meat, and that shaggy body that at the very least seemed like it could still be alive.
"أعيش" The noise the creature made sounded old. A dead langue, but it wasn't a demonic language. It was the lanaguage the thing knew best. The language of his home.
"That english?"
"No... It's older." The creature let out a sigh, which was like ice. Slowly he stood, towering over the old man and letting the box fall to the ground. It collapsed, clearly held up entirely by the sleeping creature. Slowly he turned around, his empty eye sockets seemed to take the world in for a moment.
"You usually sleep in a box?" The answer was... No. He usually slept wherever he could. He liked that. Being able to pick and choose where he slept. Having a designated place felt... Caging. Slowly the monster walked off, and the old man waved him away. "Well, catch you later then. Weirdo."
Brimstone Avenue wasn't hard to find. Well, harder than most places, but not all that hard to find once you knew where to look. A lot of space to cover, but it couldn't be all that hard. Not for that creature. He drew a few eyes, with his bright white coat of fur, but most ended up looking away. After all, it was rude to stare.
He was the last to step into the group, a claw brushing against the stone. He brushed the grooves of the stone, as if ignoring the others. He was probably the last to arrive. He could tell just by looking at the others. One of them, the big guy, and clearly Big Red just by the look of him, was the most striking of the group. Well, at least the one who stood out the most. The beast man drew his attention to the vampire, who had just finished shuffling his... Well they were probably prostitutes if one was to give a guess. The other two didn't have much to talk about... Though they had their uses, or they wouldn't be there.
"تحية طيبة." He said, stepping forward and brushing his neck. "I am Thirty Silver. I apologize for my tardiness."
Going solo for so long really made it tricky to get back into parties. Something about it... It wasn't wrong, but maybe a tad to formal? In truth, she didn't really have much else to do this day. She had work off after all. She'd figured that she'd have spent the last day of Yggdrasil working, but instead management decided that she wasn't needed for once, and that alone was more than enough reason for Astrid to kill the last few hours of the online game. Mostly in making sure that when she finally left, she had a last selection of solid duels under her belt. Plenty of other players seemed to feel the same way. From newbies who never got the chance to go PVP for real, or even more advanced players who just focused on PVE, or players like her. Who just wanted one last match to end it on. Except...
WINNER!
Again, she won. She loved it. The rush, the action. But this time? No. This wasn't fun anymore. "Okay, I think I can beat you this time." The player before her was at least 10 levels under her, and his class was a wizard. Astrid wasn't sure what guild he was a part of, but just watching him get back up after his fifth loss in the arena had lost its appeal. "Come on, one more try!" He said, waggling his finger. "I spent ages with my buddies mastering this spell."
"Well, Reginald Mcbutters the Archduke of Florence..." Astrid said, taking his hand in her own, and then pushing him right back. "I'm not sure you can keep doing this. After all... You're boring me. You don't actually have a strategy to win, do you?"
"Well I-"
"I thought so. Look, the crowds are thinning, and I'd like to fight somebody worth it before the servers go offline." Sadly, it was true. At the start of the day the amount of players in the arena of her brother's guild must have been at least a hundred plus. Now as the night was ticking by more and more logged off. Going to bed, or just bored of losing. Astrid still didn't have the fight she craved most though. All these people, she'd never see them again after the night. But there was one, who she knew without a doubt she'd be seeing for dinner when mom and dad wanted to get the family back together. She needed one more win against Grey.
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Astrid stepped into the main hall, and actually had to pause to take it all in one last time. Yeah she got kicked out, but that was because of her desire to use a Witchblade. Naturally the guild was a bit stricter back in the old days, but hey, those days were gone. Truth be told, she missed it, just a little. After all, that kinda roleplay really did make a scene pop. They actually got somebody to play a judge, and she stood trial. Heck, she even added in a whole thing about how the blade had stolen her morals. Good times. She even ended up leaving with a winky face. How wicked was that? Very.
She scanned the area, eyes drifting through the very small crowd. And then, she spotted him. GREY! The witchblade moved closer, a hand raised to wave, and then... She felt a hand on her shoulder. Before Reidy could pull his hand away, Astrid had wrapped her fingers around his wrist, glaring daggers into the other player. "I like a party as much as the next guy, but I just got out of the arena. At least let me equip into something less combat-ish before you go inviting me over to take a photo, okay?" A moment was all it took for her armor, sword, and such to vanish into her inventory, leaving Astrid in a shockingly impressive dress. Something rather witchy, and very crowy.
Releasing her grip on Reidy, she made her way directly to the collected others. After all, they had stuff to do.
"Greeeeeey." Astrid whined, resting her arms on one of the comfiest chairs. "Brooooother, you've been avoiding me all night." She teased, adding just a little moan to what she had to say. As if flirting with her sibling. "Now, why don't you stop wasting time with others and come to the duel arena. I know you prefer PVE, but I need to make sure Mom and Dad know I'm the better sibling, so you better face me. Got it?"
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@Spiritzer - Grabbed his arm.
@vancexentan - Wants to fight.
WINNER!
Again, she won. She loved it. The rush, the action. But this time? No. This wasn't fun anymore. "Okay, I think I can beat you this time." The player before her was at least 10 levels under her, and his class was a wizard. Astrid wasn't sure what guild he was a part of, but just watching him get back up after his fifth loss in the arena had lost its appeal. "Come on, one more try!" He said, waggling his finger. "I spent ages with my buddies mastering this spell."
"Well, Reginald Mcbutters the Archduke of Florence..." Astrid said, taking his hand in her own, and then pushing him right back. "I'm not sure you can keep doing this. After all... You're boring me. You don't actually have a strategy to win, do you?"
"Well I-"
"I thought so. Look, the crowds are thinning, and I'd like to fight somebody worth it before the servers go offline." Sadly, it was true. At the start of the day the amount of players in the arena of her brother's guild must have been at least a hundred plus. Now as the night was ticking by more and more logged off. Going to bed, or just bored of losing. Astrid still didn't have the fight she craved most though. All these people, she'd never see them again after the night. But there was one, who she knew without a doubt she'd be seeing for dinner when mom and dad wanted to get the family back together. She needed one more win against Grey.
_____________________________***___________
Astrid stepped into the main hall, and actually had to pause to take it all in one last time. Yeah she got kicked out, but that was because of her desire to use a Witchblade. Naturally the guild was a bit stricter back in the old days, but hey, those days were gone. Truth be told, she missed it, just a little. After all, that kinda roleplay really did make a scene pop. They actually got somebody to play a judge, and she stood trial. Heck, she even added in a whole thing about how the blade had stolen her morals. Good times. She even ended up leaving with a winky face. How wicked was that? Very.
She scanned the area, eyes drifting through the very small crowd. And then, she spotted him. GREY! The witchblade moved closer, a hand raised to wave, and then... She felt a hand on her shoulder. Before Reidy could pull his hand away, Astrid had wrapped her fingers around his wrist, glaring daggers into the other player. "I like a party as much as the next guy, but I just got out of the arena. At least let me equip into something less combat-ish before you go inviting me over to take a photo, okay?" A moment was all it took for her armor, sword, and such to vanish into her inventory, leaving Astrid in a shockingly impressive dress. Something rather witchy, and very crowy.
Releasing her grip on Reidy, she made her way directly to the collected others. After all, they had stuff to do.
"Greeeeeey." Astrid whined, resting her arms on one of the comfiest chairs. "Brooooother, you've been avoiding me all night." She teased, adding just a little moan to what she had to say. As if flirting with her sibling. "Now, why don't you stop wasting time with others and come to the duel arena. I know you prefer PVE, but I need to make sure Mom and Dad know I'm the better sibling, so you better face me. Got it?"
Interactions with:
@Spiritzer - Grabbed his arm.
@vancexentan - Wants to fight.
@vancexentan I made Silence into a single target spell, but decreased the cooldown just a tad. Since 30 minutes was probably too heavy for a single target spell.
I would say that it would be better off if Ivan, the guy who got Grey into it, got her into the game by insistence. I don't think real life Grey would had the motivation to bug her until she played.
Silence should be a single targeter not an AOE i think.
I'm not sure if the titular witch blade is worthy of being denoted as a divine status weapon but I'll let it pass.
@Reflection
I gave it a bunch of powers at the start, but I cut them down a bit, since I felt giving it too many powers would be unreasonable. So I might drop it down a rank.
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