DaemosYeah, go ahead. I'll try to keep this scene as interesting as possible while we wait for Avice to say something. Then I can figure out what to do next.
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Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
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@ExcalThat is very unfortunate undeed. I won't kill your character. That would be such a shame. If anything, I will try to use her for the story since she already has a lot of ties anyway.
Whatever the case, you are welcome back if this is still going.
Whatever the case, you are welcome back if this is still going.
@Excal You don't have to wait on the others to post, by the way. Ours is a side thing, so it doesn't involve them yet. I planned on it being resolved by the time the other one is done. Maybe even earlier.
And here I was, looking forward to a good ol' PC getting shot and dying in the first 10 posts too... Boo. Just kidding. Sorta. Fantastic posts from all of you. I think we're still waiting for one more person before I really push things along.
Been working on a few more concepts. But I won't unveil anything until the time comes. :^D
Been working on a few more concepts. But I won't unveil anything until the time comes. :^D
Looking forward to it!
@Excal It's good! You have yet to disappoint me.
Now, if only I can do the same...
Anyway, the ball has been set. And by 'ball', we're talking a highly volatile coalescent of dark matter. Now to watch it roll off and hopefully not destroy everything in sight.
Now, if only I can do the same...
Anyway, the ball has been set. And by 'ball', we're talking a highly volatile coalescent of dark matter. Now to watch it roll off and hopefully not destroy everything in sight.
@FourthKing@Rune_Alchemist...
Bolt turned around in surprise at the voice. In his fear, the lumbering droid emitted a low motorized growl. But his fear soon melded into astonishment and awe, his surprised, all too embarrassing, gaping expression curling up. He nearly shouted in his excitement.
"W-whoa...!"
The boy was already hopped off the back of Jung and all over the half-jack girl at this point, eyes wide in awe. He was peering off to the side then swerving to the front, and back again, all in the blink of an eye. It was like he saw a rare animal. And in a way, it was. He had never seen such a display of mods, let alone a catalyst this close up. A functional one, at least. He simply needed to know more. As much as possible. They were well installed too, integrated seamlessly into the jack. Handling such things were extremely finicky, which is why he never played around in that area much. Not to mention, expensive. Where did this person get this kind of money? With all these illegal properties, that lead him to have only one conclusion.
"Are you some sort of Alchemist?" he muttered, glancing up, completely misguided by his own nativity. But when his sallow blue brown eyes met her face, he blushed. Cute and into machines? Yep. This is definitely an entirely different district. He quickly wheeled himself in. Keep it together! Don't blow this!
"Er..." he laughed, now folding his arms together, attempting to look as 'suave' as possible. As much as a 12 year old boy dressed in chummed clothing can. Taking off his hard-cap and slicking back his hair, "Yeah. Me and Jung here. We're a bunch of high profilers off in District 18. You might've heard of us. The 'Dynamic Duo', the 'Machine Menace', the 'Tag-Team Terror'! Yeah, I like the ring of that last one. Um. Anyway! We got contracted by some secret organization for our awesome skills. But like, we plan on totally turning them down. Not worth our effort, you know?"
"Bzzz..." the droid droned in response, face-palming.
"Hey! Shut it! I'm working with what I got here!" he says in an all too loud 'whisper. Turning back around. "Anyway, if you're in the Foundry, mind giving us a good word? I'm sure I can do some favors for them and all..."
It was easy to hear the excitement piercing through in his voice. The very thought of working alongside the very folks who put together the city is a dream-come-true to him. He never got the chance before, nor was there any defined method. There wasn't any sign-in, or place one really went. Their recruitment cycles are very mysterious. It seems you had to be 'chosen'. And perhaps this was his time? If so, and this is his only chance, Bolt'll shoot with all he's got.
In all his day-dreaming, he did seem to notice the man now standing off to the side. Rooky mistake, some would say.
@Excal...
Bolt turned around in surprise at the voice. In his fear, the lumbering droid emitted a low motorized growl. But his fear soon melded into astonishment and awe, his surprised, all too embarrassing, gaping expression curling up. He nearly shouted in his excitement.
"W-whoa...!"
The boy was already hopped off the back of Jung and all over the half-jack girl at this point, eyes wide in awe. He was peering off to the side then swerving to the front, and back again, all in the blink of an eye. It was like he saw a rare animal. And in a way, it was. He had never seen such a display of mods, let alone a catalyst this close up. A functional one, at least. He simply needed to know more. As much as possible. They were well installed too, integrated seamlessly into the jack. Handling such things were extremely finicky, which is why he never played around in that area much. Not to mention, expensive. Where did this person get this kind of money? With all these illegal properties, that lead him to have only one conclusion.
"Are you some sort of Alchemist?" he muttered, glancing up, completely misguided by his own nativity. But when his sallow blue brown eyes met her face, he blushed. Cute and into machines? Yep. This is definitely an entirely different district. He quickly wheeled himself in. Keep it together! Don't blow this!
"Er..." he laughed, now folding his arms together, attempting to look as 'suave' as possible. As much as a 12 year old boy dressed in chummed clothing can. Taking off his hard-cap and slicking back his hair, "Yeah. Me and Jung here. We're a bunch of high profilers off in District 18. You might've heard of us. The 'Dynamic Duo', the 'Machine Menace', the 'Tag-Team Terror'! Yeah, I like the ring of that last one. Um. Anyway! We got contracted by some secret organization for our awesome skills. But like, we plan on totally turning them down. Not worth our effort, you know?"
"Bzzz..." the droid droned in response, face-palming.
"Hey! Shut it! I'm working with what I got here!" he says in an all too loud 'whisper. Turning back around. "Anyway, if you're in the Foundry, mind giving us a good word? I'm sure I can do some favors for them and all..."
It was easy to hear the excitement piercing through in his voice. The very thought of working alongside the very folks who put together the city is a dream-come-true to him. He never got the chance before, nor was there any defined method. There wasn't any sign-in, or place one really went. Their recruitment cycles are very mysterious. It seems you had to be 'chosen'. And perhaps this was his time? If so, and this is his only chance, Bolt'll shoot with all he's got.
In all his day-dreaming, he did seem to notice the man now standing off to the side. Rooky mistake, some would say.
@Excal...
@ReusableSword It's quite easy to miss, but it's right in the beginning of the OP. The 'Priority Notice' bit should explain pretty much what is common knowledge regarding the incident.
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Vatalla was seated atop the stairway, thin legs crossed together as she leaned against the railings with a shoulder. She was visibly tired, letting out a long sigh and shaking her head. She was a mess. The drain water had long dried, but her tangled white hair was all frizzled, like a overblown mop that had been dragged through the streets. And her bags only grew darker by the second. It could be because she was simply always running off a few hours sleep. But those who knew her better would know she didn't much care about that, nor needed it. She was powered by something else. There was a hint of restlessness muddled within the obvious fatigue. It was as though a stormy cloud formed inside her head. No matter how hard she tried to shake it out, the gray clouds would swirl back to place, clapping thunder. Out of anything, she felt a tinge of regret. All that mouthing off, she really hadn't any right to be doing stuff like that. But she just couldn't help it. When all eyes were on her, she always made an excuse to make off as soon as possible. An excuse not to know people. This is probably why that chair-holder in the club disliked her so much. At times like this, she didn't blame them. She was too chaotic. Too uncooperative.
She thought of apologizing to Aito the next chance she got. That wasn't a good way of showing her appreciation to him. After allowing her on the club's special little mission, of all things. He trusted her, and this was how she acted.
"Dammit... why is it so hard...? Just leave me alone, and live your lives peacefully, happily." she muttered to herself, glancing down the descending steps over the railing.
Though Vatalla had asked the question, she already knew the reason why.
From all the way at the top, the stairway looked like a twisted mouth that opened. It felt much like the thing lurking inside her. Each step and turn, a row of teeth, a step-off leading into the unknown. It swallowed everything endlessly. There was no satisfying the monster. Even now she could feel it, the face lurking underneath her skin. The face that awakes every time she closes her eyes. The face that laughs every time she lies. The face that... stared back.
Help me... Please.
Opening her eyes, Vatalla darted her body forward with a gasp. The gloomy, filmy memory beginning to form dispersed with the rapid batting of her eyes. Just like that, in the slightest moment of idling, she was almost sucked down into a dark well of buried emotions. But luckily, that moment had been interrupted. The internal ding. of the Enlil System alerting the user of a new private message had stirred her from the daze enough to retake her mind's throne. She already knew who it was. How ironic for him to accidentally save her. Again.
With a heavy hand, she opened the message. She half-expected Aito to tell her off. To say that she was stupid and overly temperamental, and just a stuck-up brat in general. But like always, he always blamed himself.
Vatalla clenched her fists. "Yep. You are an idiot... the biggest fuckin' idiot I know."
Hopping to her feet, she batted away the text box with an angry swipe and started a quick reply:
Though her movements were quick and angry initially, exploding with all her rage, once she reached the end, her ringed fingers stalled and her pale eyes glared at the message for a moment. It was like she wanted to say something more. That she must. But even through this superficial medium, she couldn't find the courage to usher her earnest thoughts forth. She could already feel it laughing at her, knowing the path she would choose before she even made it yet. For being a coward, when being truthful was many times more easy. When it would've made things less painful. With a sigh and curse at herself, Vatalla sent the message and started off down the hall towards the location where Aito had specified.
She buried her hands in her pockets. Now she really wanted to punch something
...
Vatalla was seated atop the stairway, thin legs crossed together as she leaned against the railings with a shoulder. She was visibly tired, letting out a long sigh and shaking her head. She was a mess. The drain water had long dried, but her tangled white hair was all frizzled, like a overblown mop that had been dragged through the streets. And her bags only grew darker by the second. It could be because she was simply always running off a few hours sleep. But those who knew her better would know she didn't much care about that, nor needed it. She was powered by something else. There was a hint of restlessness muddled within the obvious fatigue. It was as though a stormy cloud formed inside her head. No matter how hard she tried to shake it out, the gray clouds would swirl back to place, clapping thunder. Out of anything, she felt a tinge of regret. All that mouthing off, she really hadn't any right to be doing stuff like that. But she just couldn't help it. When all eyes were on her, she always made an excuse to make off as soon as possible. An excuse not to know people. This is probably why that chair-holder in the club disliked her so much. At times like this, she didn't blame them. She was too chaotic. Too uncooperative.
She thought of apologizing to Aito the next chance she got. That wasn't a good way of showing her appreciation to him. After allowing her on the club's special little mission, of all things. He trusted her, and this was how she acted.
"Dammit... why is it so hard...? Just leave me alone, and live your lives peacefully, happily." she muttered to herself, glancing down the descending steps over the railing.
Though Vatalla had asked the question, she already knew the reason why.
From all the way at the top, the stairway looked like a twisted mouth that opened. It felt much like the thing lurking inside her. Each step and turn, a row of teeth, a step-off leading into the unknown. It swallowed everything endlessly. There was no satisfying the monster. Even now she could feel it, the face lurking underneath her skin. The face that awakes every time she closes her eyes. The face that laughs every time she lies. The face that... stared back.
Help me... Please.
Opening her eyes, Vatalla darted her body forward with a gasp. The gloomy, filmy memory beginning to form dispersed with the rapid batting of her eyes. Just like that, in the slightest moment of idling, she was almost sucked down into a dark well of buried emotions. But luckily, that moment had been interrupted. The internal ding. of the Enlil System alerting the user of a new private message had stirred her from the daze enough to retake her mind's throne. She already knew who it was. How ironic for him to accidentally save her. Again.
With a heavy hand, she opened the message. She half-expected Aito to tell her off. To say that she was stupid and overly temperamental, and just a stuck-up brat in general. But like always, he always blamed himself.
Vatalla clenched her fists. "Yep. You are an idiot... the biggest fuckin' idiot I know."
Hopping to her feet, she batted away the text box with an angry swipe and started a quick reply:
Though her movements were quick and angry initially, exploding with all her rage, once she reached the end, her ringed fingers stalled and her pale eyes glared at the message for a moment. It was like she wanted to say something more. That she must. But even through this superficial medium, she couldn't find the courage to usher her earnest thoughts forth. She could already feel it laughing at her, knowing the path she would choose before she even made it yet. For being a coward, when being truthful was many times more easy. When it would've made things less painful. With a sigh and curse at herself, Vatalla sent the message and started off down the hall towards the location where Aito had specified.
She buried her hands in her pockets. Now she really wanted to punch something
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@Excal The Magistrate may be seen as mainly the 'militant peacekeeping force' of the city, but they are also the most geared in terms of raw manpower. So sometimes they act in the best interest of the city first and unveil their motives later on. But they've been quiet so far. And it's not like they push all the responsibility on the hired divers under their payroll. While they share a mutual 'give and take' relationship, they would not consider a Diver nearly the same prestige as a Magistrate soldier. For greater, more prestigious projects, they would never resort to outsourced hands. These quarantine zones are nothing new though. There have been attempts by the 'Recreation' initiative to restore pockets of life in the Eclipse across the years, with the Magistratum dealing with the security. Though with meager success. Often, the research compounds are left abandoned. All the precious technology already uprooted and hauled back to Reclaimed Terra.
But, from the eyes of someone who lives out there. For them to move with such force and outward aggression, something strange is definitely going on here.
But, from the eyes of someone who lives out there. For them to move with such force and outward aggression, something strange is definitely going on here.
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