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Current 乇乂ㄒ尺卂 ㄒ卄丨匚匚
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A sentence you wasted 5 seconds to read.
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10 yrs ago
Who came up with the idea to make our statuses quotes from philosophers, anyway?
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11 yrs ago
We could be doing something productive with our lives... instead, we're here.
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11 yrs ago
A random quote from some philosopher that we'll forget in a few moments.
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Rumi Bers Polamor

@Hitman@canaryrose


Chris was standing several feet away from the front door when Blake made his announcement to Polamor Inc's reception area. Stepping forward, he said to Blake, "My name is Chris, Mr. von Brandt. And yes, Mr. Polamor informed me that you would arrive. Follow me, please." With that, Chris would lead them through into a hall, entering a door to Rumi's office. It was a nice place, with a few bookshelves lining the wall, and an oval-shaped rug was laid in the center of the room. At the end of the room was a long wooden desk, with many drawers at the side and a phone and computer on its surface. Chris picked up the phone and dialed a number into it, then opened a drawer that held a false bottom, revealing a liquid metal scanner. After placing his hand inside, the rug in the center of the room moved to the side like a roomba, and a panel of the floor opened up, revealing a staircase. Climbing down the stairs would finally lead to Rumi's personal workshop.

"They're here, sir," Chris announced to Rumi, who had just finished prepping what he would need for the scan.

"Great, thanks, Chris," Rumi said. "You can go now."

After Chris left, leaving Blake and Jamie with Rumi, Rumi told them, "Just place that collar on the table. Let's see what secrets it's got for us." Once Blake placed the collar onto the table, it would begin to scan, a band of light moving across the screen like a printer. A holographic image would then construct itself in the air, with all the parts the collar was constructed with, both large and intricate. Rumi made gestures with his hands to separate the individual components into separate layers, enlarging a certain part if he found it of particular note.


Rumi raised an eyebrow at the information he was receiving. "See? Now that's much more interesting," Rumi said, amused. "You know where to find me. My secretary Chris will show you in." Rumi then hung up and handed the phone back to Chris. "You know what to do," Rumi said to Chris. "Of course, sir," Chris responded as he left Rumi's workshop.

Rumi turned back to his microbots. "Let's get you guys cleaned up," Rumi said, raising his hand and snapping his fingers. At once, the microbots began to surge back into the boxes they originally came from, pouring into them while stacking themselves neatly. In mere moments, the testing chamber was empty again. Rumi took off his wristbands and visor, placing them into an open compartment that automatically closed itself after. He then pushed a small button that popped out a box with an opening at the top, filled with what looked like liquid metal. In actuality, it was a multitude of nanobots that scanned everything that would stick its hand in, from fingerprint to DNA to pulse. Rumi stuck his hand in, letting the scanner do its thing. After the confirmation of his identity, the table sunk into the floor, and it was soon replaced with a new table that was far more technologically advanced.

"A collar meant to track and possibly control Leftovers, huh? Don't see many of those everyday," Rumi muttered to himself. "And GUGL... interesting."


Rumi outfitted himself with a pair of glowing bracelets and his visor, entering his testing chamber. Several large boxes lined a wall, but the room was otherwise empty. "Alright, we will start initial testing of 'Cerebellum', beginning with movement and shape tests," Rumi announced. He raised an arm and snapped his fingers. The boxes began to shake, and a mass of tiny machines burst out of them, all converging towards Rumi. They were not the nanomachines he commonly used, however. They were the predecessor to them; a larger machine called a "microbot". Still very small, but gargantuan compared to a nanobot. Rumi had quickly moved on from them due to the lack of easy storage while traveling, which was unacceptable for Rumi. He still didn't have a solution as of yet, but he would just have to think of something. For now, he would test.

The microbots began to stack on top of each other and form a giant hand, moving left to right as if waving hello, then began to form various one-handed gestures. "Seems good so far," Rumi said as he began to step up, the microbots forming stairs as he climbed up a cylindrical tower. The tower then collapsed, the microbots moving as if they were liquid, except for a a group that formed a surfboard shape to keep Rumi on the surface and allowed him to "surf" on them. Rumi extended his flailing arms out, trying to keep his balance.

Rumi then spread his arms out, dispersing the microbots away from him, and brought his back back together, palms apart while fingertips met. The bots stacked up and around him, making a barrier around him with honeycomb shaped holes in it. He clenched his fist, causing the holes to close up and leaving him in darkness. With a spinning wrist and a slashing motion, the bots began to open up and spin around him, gathering together into a ball and split apart as if slashed apart. "Hmm... pretty good performance, but a little slower than I had hoped," Rumi said. "I'll have to do some finetuning."

There was a knock, and a door slid open, revealing his secretary Chris. "Sir, you have a call," he said, holding up a phone.

"I'm a little busy right now," Rumi protested. "Leave it on voicemail if it's not important."

"It's from 'Blake Ignatius von Brandt', sir," Chris continued.

"Fire Tweety? The heck does he want with me?" Rumi asked. In the end, his curiosity won out and he took the phone. "This better be good." Pressing the answer button, Rumi brought the phone to his ear, answering with, "Talk to me."

...

"A 'collar thingy'," Rumi responded. "Come on, Blake, you're gonna need to give me a bit more information than that to make it worth my while. Y'know, like, what does it look like, or what was wearing it before you got it?"
So what's the status on the duel? Any progress made?
Rumi Bers Polamor


Rumi looked through his various programs again and again, searching for any way to improve them further. It was in vain, however; he had done the best he could. The main component, the one designed to disable Phantom and extract it from Skylar, was still incomplete, but that was inevitable as he could not complete the code without studying Phantom's original coding. The next best thing he could do was include a function that would scan the virus and produce a copy of its coding into an isolated storage unit. The biggest problem with this was that he would need to be in close proximity to Phantom in order to do this, and he could not simulate an outcome where he'd have enough of an advantage to achieve this goal.

Of course, he realized what the problem was: he had reached his limit. Nanomachines and a reinforced bodysuit alone was not going to be enough to combat and/or subdue Phantom. Rumi needed an upgrade to his current gear. Fortunately, he knew where to start. He still had old prototypes lying around, and he could easily draw up some schematics for new machines to aid him. All he needed was some time. Grabbing a toolbox from a nearby countertop, Rumi took out a drill and began to get to work.
Michelle Kine

"An exhibition match..." Michelle Kine said to herself. This was something she certainly did not want to miss. It was a chance to see what this school had to offer in terms of competition, as well as information about the Duelists' strategies. She only hoped this "Jason" and "Dorian" provided some intel worth studying.
Michelle Kine


Michelle stepped out of the helicopter once it landed, taking in the new sights. It was here that she would soon be shaping her new future. Michelle took a deep breath, readying herself for whatever challenges would lie ahead. She checked her luggage and pockets, making sure one last time that she had everything accounted for.

"Welcome Students both new and returning, Please make your way to the auditorium where our opening ceremonies will begin!" said the voice of the man who must be the headmaster.


After the announcement, Michelle began to make her way to the auditorium, curious to see what these "opening ceremonies" would entail.
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