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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Oct 7, 2011 23:02:00 GMT -5
*in the upper room that attaches to the laser room, a certain robot has summoned a wind board and is coming down the elevator*
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Taisean: *pauses when they pass X, putting a hand on his shoulder and giving an encouraging smile*
Estrya: *gently takes X's hand and stands beside him, nervously giving him what she hopes is another encouraging smile*
Neretta: {Since it stopped being about Axl.}
-after X says his bit-
*a soft, apprehensive discussion rises up, with some whimpers heard among the words*
Classic: *steps for wards, followed swiftly by her twin* *takes a moment to compose herself*
Dirty: We don't want another Beta War.
Classic: What do you need us to do?
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Synchro: *sudden burst of anger* You realize that if I do what you want me to do, I will almost certainly be killed?! *clenches a fist and her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment, pausing before speaking again* What's wrong with human things? *sets down the screen she's holding* Don't tell me you're one of those who blame all the humans for everything wrong in the world. *coy smile as she moves a little closer* As for my 'condition', I'm not contagious. I may be an early test, but removing the contagious behavior was the very first thing he did. The doctor is trying to isolate the strengthening effect, did you know that? Amplify the good, discard the bad. I volunteered to help. It sounded like a good cause. *moves a little closer still* Please, Angel. Haven't you ever wondered why they like it? Haven't you ever wanted to feel it too? Angel... I don't want to die. But even more... I don't want to die and have never been kissed.
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{Oh! A Progenitor is more then a leader, Alia. A normal leader gets called a "Master" or some other title. No, the Progenitors are our creators and the founders of Rinam. I hear they're all pretty secretive. Heh, I don't even know what most of them look like! Just Swash and Serif, really.}
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Glyph: *glances at Light every now and again while he's talking* .oO(Should I interrupt? Should I answer his questions? What I'm doing feels so deceitful.. should I stop? He's already seen my design, so I've already broken that rule. Serif and Calli will be furious when they find out.... if they find out. Nng! I'm so tired of secrets!) *eyes meet Light's as he turns back to her* Well... .oO(Come on Glyph, think!) If robots fulfilled the requirements put down by The Smithsonian Institution to be classified as living entities, wouldn't at least some people have to rethink their positions? The capability to perform the three basic functions of something that is alive... Interacting with the environment is the easiest, of course... But reproduction and obtaining nutrition from the environment? I've only half solved those. .oO(Better to never speak of the Thetas. That secret should remain buried where it is. Forever.)
*the water turns an inky black as the SRSFFR gives a massive shudder*
Glyph: *turns back to the small robot, rolling up her sleeves* I have yet to successfully have a robot of human level intelligence give birth to another robot in a manner like a human birth. I have had a robot give birth to a human, but that's a different tale. No, instead the mind can create and develop an infant mind. A program begets another. The body must still be created separately, but it is a step. *kneels down beside the makeshift basin, reaching her hand out to gently touch the back of the SRSFFR that sits in the water* Abuse... yes, that is what my sisters fear. I've added many safeguards. A great many safeguards... and that is why I was so vague about that "troubled" section of my programing. *glances back at Light, cheeks red and eyes filled with shame* I did not want to admit to you that I have been neglecting to add my own safeguards to myself.
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Vice: *eyes widen* I don't think anyone knew that. What I heard was that Swash found Sigma in the woods with a bunch of dark elves. He asked for sanctuary, she granted it. Speaking of the dark elves, where are they? Normally can't go down a hall without running past several. Besides, if I had known, why the heck would I have mentioned him to you? That would be stupid. Why did it get cold all of a sudden?
Ullet: *running up to them* Hey girls!
Vice: Hopper is a boy.
Ullet: *looks at Harpuia, confused* She is?
Vice: Yes.
Ullet: How can you tell?
Vice: I saw up his shirt in the elevator- aren't you supposed to be dead?
Ullet: *another confused look* No?
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Min: *releases Fefnir's hand* Since none of it has anything to do with Harpuia, just forget I mentioned it. *turns to address the robot at the front desk, who has a sign that says "Hi, my name is Nouvelle, how may I help you?" next to her* Hey, did a tall green reploid get brought in here? Fly type? Named Harpuia? Guardian of that Earth city?
Nouvelle: *slight glance at the door behind her* I'm afraid that's classified information.
Min: So he is here.
Nouvelle: I didn't say that.
Min: What room is he in? Is he alright?
Nouvelle: *glances again at the door behind her before lowering her voice, leaning in a little* The Reploid brought here was in critical condition. He's likely being worked on right now and should not be disturbed.
Min: What can you tell us about the person who trashed him? My scanners say they were Rinamian.
Nouvelle: I know nothing. But it was the Queen that brought Harpuia here.
*door behind the counter opens, a Patroler stepping out*
Patroler: Is there anything I can help you with, *pauses, shifting a little to get a better look at Min's wings* Sunwing?
Min: Ah- *salutes* I was just... wondering where I could find a blind robot whose name starts with "O".
Nouvelle: That sounds like Oksana. She's a repairer who lives outside the city, on the inner rim of the volcano's lips.
Patroler: You're asking about the hermit?
Min: Oh, well, that was easy. Thank you. *turns to leave*
Nouvelle: You should ask if she'll fix your wing and helmet. Tell her I said hi when you see her!
Min: *slight wave as she heads back out the doors* Will do!
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Swash: .oO(I don't know yet, but fixing that stutter in his laser attack is a good place to start.)
robot: Yes sir! *scrambles around, setting up* If you could come over here for a moment I'll get the scanners running and I can figure out what to do based on what I'm working with. *glances at the screen that is following her around* Miss Swash? Could you... power down a little? You're affecting my equipment.
Swash: *mutters darkly under her breath before concentrating on downgrading her level* Fine. .oO(This wouldn't be an issue if everything was stronger!)
*room grows warmer and the instruments that weren't already on become so, while the lights in the room begin to shine brighter*
*a Digital cap rises off of a nearby table, the digital that appears tilting her head a little, regarding the newcomers in the room with curiosity*
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Robot: Follow me. *heads out the doors and down a hall while the robot who scanned them goes the other direction* Progenitor Calligraph is a very busy person and normally speaks to low ranked individuals by appointment only. I don't suppose you have an appointment, do you?
Clarendon: No, but it's really quite urgent.
robot: *air of disbelief* If you say so. *stops and gestures to a corridor they come to* First door on your right. *walks off*
Clarendon: *looks down the dark, cold hallway* ... Okay. I guess this is as cheery as it gets.
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Post by Omni on Oct 11, 2011 21:26:53 GMT -5
*flying with the Mavericks* [/color][/right] Hey Lumine... Do you know where you're going? Yes. I'm following the Elves. Do the Elves know where they're going? Yes. They can sense their energy, and thus each-other. They can guide me exactly to where Swash is. *to a random Dark Elf* You do know your way around, don't you? The actual rooms and hallways? As long as we keep in mind that robots can't move through walls, you should be fine. ----- *seems somewhat confused at Taisean's and Estrya's gestures, but at the same time, somewhat less pained* {We only know so much about your cause. We have our own reasons to continue to fight, as X tried to explain.} ... *to the twins* I don't know yet. You would know the area better than I would, or even Pallette would. We'd have to work together to come up with a plan. ----- *hears the part about humans, almost shocked at the accusation* What?! No! Humans are the ones that came before! The original inhabitants! Without them, we wouldn't be! But we are so... different. Both Humans and Reploids have needs that the other race doesn't. But considering their place and their history... If anything, it would be more like trespassing on land where we don't belong, unworthy. And you're a system administrator! You could manipulate the very terrain of this cyberspace to protect yourself if needed! ----- {But they still lead. So why doesn't it at least list their goals as a leader?} *turns back to the console* {Though right now I'm wondering where Phantom went. I'll try a traceroute, but if that doesn't work, *somewhat stressed* I may need your help.} *enters traceroute command* ----- *strokes beard* Some, yes. But many of those that fight against this have their own opinion on how to define 'life.' It's just a very... complex concept that's hard to define just one way. A pretty common argument involves things like organic cells and all that they entail. One could even argue that what you described makes it sound like humans and animals are no longer 'living' if they can no longer have children. Or that most plants wouldn't count as 'living,' depending on how you define 'interaction.' ... .oO (I hope that will come off easily... Or at least that it won't cause any damage...) *at the robot-to-human note* ... *at the comments on the safeguards* ... ? I'm afraid I don't see the relevance. ((Aaaand after writing this part, I started thinking and came up with an idea on how meeting those requirements theoretically could work. XD)) ----- *gives no comment, but takes a couple steps in the wind-tunnel-elevator's general direction* Please tell me you have that map. ----- *holds open palm out to stop Min* Wait. *takes a step toward Nouvelle* Which direction? ((Feel free to skip to them already being there after this information is revealed.)) ----- Sarrel: .oO (Oh when things can't keep up with you. ...) ‹Stutter? Granted, it changed directions a lot, but other than that, it seemed pretty solid to me.›((Yeah, I know. Arguing definitions again. Sarrel's doing it for a reason, though: Not the usual reason from me. ))
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Post by Chloemew on Nov 15, 2011 14:51:05 GMT -5
*walks over to the robot, regarding her with contempt* ... *glances at the Digital for a moment, but otherwise dismisses her* Hm. *looks around as the room becomes brighter, then watches the Digital with mild curiosity* --- *sneers at the robot as she leaves, then looks down the hallway* Eh. Nothin' I haven't seen before.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Dec 6, 2011 12:52:45 GMT -5
Omen: I can move through walls. With my help this whole group could move through walls. Helvetica: I forbid it. Using your ability on these people *gestures at Vile and Gate* would put you and anyone else involved at a higher risk for catching the Maverick Virus. Taisean: The energy sensing sounds very familiar. Mother will know we are approaching... What do you plan to do, Lumine? --- Neretta frowned slightly and was silent for a moment, thinking about Layer's response. {You should be out looking for Axl and Zero. Yet you remain. We can take care of ourselves, if that is your reason.} Dirty: We didn't move in that long ago, so we don't know the area very well either. Classic: But we know it well enough. *stifled yawn* We built it. Overnight. There was an outbreak of yawns in the crowd, and many of the girls looked ready to drift off to sleep where they stood, some leaning on others for support.Classic fidgeted, a troubled expression on her face. "When you meet Progenitor Swash, will you... be kind to her? Dirty: We don't like fighting, and the idea of robot against robot makes me ill to think about. A member of the crowed shouted out "It's sick!" , and there were many nods and mumbled agreements.Noah had been silent, eyes closed with hands clasped together, almost as if he had been praying. His eyes opened slowly and he stared out at the robots that crowded the room. His proud shoulders sagged and he let out a heavy, defeated sigh. "Dirty, Classic, you will escort our guests to Miss Swash's office. I will find Miss Swash and bring her there as well. I ask that you try to speak with her first, and that if you must fight, take it elsewhere. A battle with a Progenitor on this ship would surely kill everyone here." --- A sadistic grin appeared on Synchro's face, and she put her hands on either side of Phantom, pressing them against the wall that had a appeared behind him, and leaned in. "Yes... I can control our environment. But one word from Swash and I'm replaced. Which will happen as soon as she suspects I've betrayed her. The new Master would kill us both. What is cyberspace?" She was growing impatient and decided to dismiss his odd comments on humans.--- *quietly looks around at his new surroundings* .oO (Here I thought I'd be brought somewhere underground. I guess this makes sense for their camouflage, though. Hmm...) *tries the communicator he was given on page 15 of MoDEoN* { query: EYF_hear(ProtoMan), Omen_hear(ProtoMan), Nosegrind_hear(ProtoMan), Caslon_hear(ProtoMan)} *the group begins walking* 5: *glances at 2* You should blindfold him so he won't know where the entrance is. 2: Okay. *more shadow cords wrap around Proto's face, blocking out sight and sound, leaving him alone in a cold, dark, blank world* *after a few moments of the void, a distinctly lime green glowing dot appears in his 'vision', moving closer toward him out of the abyss, the glow providing a strange sort of warmth* {*a happy squeal* PROTO!}*another dot appears, but this silver one switches between giving off warmth and becoming colder then the void* {Hey Prots.}*no response from Caslon and EYF* {Too busy? It just sounds odd, and I don't think anyone does it. Also, I just had contact with Protoman.}*a message appears by Phantom stating a user is requesting his response* --- Glyph: *shrugs* Forget I said anything. .oO(I just don't know how to approach the subject and I'm afraid he'll think less of me for wanting my kind to gain species-dom...) *sighs* The SFRF in the small pool gave another shudder, and then started humming a soft tune. Little blobs came to the surface and made their own highly unmusical notes.((I have my own ideas, but I wouldn't mind hearings yours in a PM)) --- Vice: Yeah I have it. Let's go. Ullet: Where are you going? --- Min: *stops* .oO(Good thing he asked, we could have been wandering around for a long time.) Nouvelle: *frowns* I'm not sure, exactly... Here! I'll message someone who would definitely know, she delivers stuff out there. You can just have a seat over there *gestures* -not much later-robot: I hear you need someone to take you to Oksana's place. I just went on break, so I can do it. Min: Sounds good to me. Can Fefnir ride on the back of your windboard? He's not used to them. -a trip over the city and the lava lake that surrounds it later, during which Min flew without use of a windboard-robot: *waves and she leaves them in front of a solemn-looking home that is mostly buried into the side of the volcano* Hope your business with Alpha Oksana goes well, she's a nice lady! Min: *waves back, muttering under breath* An Alpha. That explains a few things.--- robot: *shifts a little, noting how Terra looks at her, but forces a smile and remains cheery* Thank you, Progenitor Swash. Sir, please have a seat on this table so I may begin the examination. Digital: *pulls her eyes away from the Stardroids and goes to watch a screen* Swash: .oO(It pauses. That pause is annoying and make the attack easy to dodge.) *taps her foot impatiently* *a small noise sounds from Swash's wrist*Swash: Jupiter, you should get on that other table and you should both go to sleep. This girl will do an initial examination, and then I'll send some more of Kern's assistants your way to help. Trust me, he trains them well, you are in good hands. If you'll excuse me, it seems a package has just arrived that the designated location. --- Clarendon: Still, I thought... eh. *walks down the hall to a very bare room and sits in a chair* Hope this doesn't take long.
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Post by Omni on Jan 3, 2012 22:14:40 GMT -5
Well, just because we can sense each-other doesn't mean we always notice. Kind of like how someone might look over something but not really see it because they're not paying attention. Besides, we already like to travel in groups and stuff. She probably won't realize we're coming. For crying out loud the energy- *interrupts* I'm working on it. You mean you don't have a plan yet? We only learned about the situation a few minutes ago. We don't even know the terrain, so to speak. It takes time and information to come up with a plan, even on the spot. Right... At any rate, I suspect we'll want to divide her attention. Make it near impossible for her to focus on us all at once, and reduce the chance that she'll be able to hit more of us at once. Those of us with the energy should probably try to draw her attention more, since she'll be able to sense us more readily, even when we're out of her line of sight. We'll also want to draw her into a fairly big area when possible. Yes, she'll be able to move around, but so will we, and we wouldn't do well in a cramped battle. ----- {It's not just you that we're worried about.} ... Suuuuure. We can give up the element of surprise and wait for her to attack first. That'll make things a lot better in the long run. Perhaps you should evacuate now as a precaution. When the battle starts, there won't be any time to wait. No one will hesitate. No one will delay. We can't take that chance and neither will she. ----- *now rather tense, leaning back, close to the wall* If you defend yourself, you can keep her from replacing you. ...Or at the very least, buy yourself some time to escape. You have the power to do it. And cyberspace is just what it sounds like: A cyber world. ----- *physically facepalms* {You accept them as your leaders and you don't even know what they're leading you to? ...} {... Who's ProtoMan?} *jumps somewhat at the coards coming around his face* ... *starts trying to pay attention to the movements of #2, as well as he can* ... ! *a little surprised to see the glowing dots, but relieved once he realizes what they are* { set greeting = "Hello Nosegrind, Omen."
ProtoMan(status) == captured, bound identity(capturers) == "Phantom's People" Phantoms_People(motive) == "Orders" ProtoMan(location(surroundings)) == forest(redwood) ProtoMan(coordinates) == NULL
query: Nosegrind(track(signal(ProtoMan))) query: ProtoMan(coordinates) request: assistance} ----- *somewhere between confused and just a little bit grossed out* ... *awkward pause* I know you said you want to help however you can in order to pay me back, but I'd like to know... What can you do, specifically? ----- ((I actually had to read back to remember what Harpuia wanted to do... Not a good sign. )) *very irritated, starts moving down the hall again, air currents picking up around him somewhat* To find someone who can help us end a conflict before it gets worse. Perhaps stop it before it even starts.----- {During flight} Robot: Please... Mister... don't hold on so tight... I'll let go when we get there. ... Tell me when we get there. {After flight} *step-jumps off* *deep exhalation* ... *looks at the door to the large Hobbit-house* ... Let's do this. *starts toward said door to Hobbit-house* *knocks loudly* ----- Sarrel: *pause* ‹Seriously? That thing seemed plenty fast. Ramp it up any and you'll probably overload his circuits!›
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Post by Chloemew on Feb 18, 2012 22:58:29 GMT -5
...Hm. *after a brief pause, he goes over and sits on the table* Very well. But this had better be worth it. ... *nods at Swash silently, goes over to the other table and sits on it* --- *follows her down and goes to sit in a chair as well* ...Me too. Rather not be in this weird place for longer than I need to be.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 28, 2012 2:21:14 GMT -5
Taisean: We're not fighting Mother! Helvetica: You do not understand. *to the cyber elves as well* {She knows when her children approach.}Omen: I'm fine in cramped fighting space, as long as everyone around me is an enemy. This team fighting kind of takes the fun out of it. Taisean: We're not fighting Mother! ------ Neretta: {... Alright.}Ginga: {I'm glad you're here.}Noah: Element of surprise? She already knows you're here. And evacuation is out of the question. Neretta: It would be dangerous. I would like to take the battle elsewhere as well. Noah: Yes, I imagine Neretta would like to keep her base as intact as possible. Neretta: *tensely* This base is designed to give Aeriel types like her every advantage. A better fighting ground would be somewhere watery or underground. Ginga: {I can't control things that are already liquid...}----- Synchro: *sighs* Oh Angel, if only it were that simple. *leans in a little more* One word from Swash, and I'm replaced. I was a guard-Master, there is another just like me at every entrance. If any of the others die, they join me here and share my power. *notices the screen appear near Phantom* Looks like its for you, love. ------ *quite angry* {Because an illegal and undocumented immigrant has so much say in politics. The leaders of the Rinamian people don't know we're here, and we prefer to keep it that way.} *a long pause as she tries to calm down* {Protoman was the Earth bot that was with us when we first confronted Lumine, Vile, and Gate. After that he vanished.}{He's really short and his mental systems are incomplete. Thought at first maybe all Reploids were like him, but you girls seem fine.}{He's not incomplete! He's just different.}{Face it Grind, the Reploid's subpar.}----- Glyph: .oO(YES!) Well, Dr. Light, when I was first created I- .oO(Actually, I don't think I should mention that I was considered a failure for my original purpose.) I became an assistant to all of my siblings, who focused on different areas of study. My favorites quickly became biology, robotics, and cybernetics. I remember the first time Oblique showed me a human body she was preforming an autopsy on I fainted. Why did I just mention that. Um. I can build robots, machines, complex programs, and robotic parts for humans. I can also digitalize a human mind. .oO(I don't think talking about my other experiments in human artificial enhancement are going to help me here...) ----- Vice: That. Uh... you can come if you want, I guess. *follows after Harpuia* Ullet: Well I didn't track you down to be left behind. *hurries after* *jumps somewhat at the cords coming around his face* ... *starts trying to pay attention to the movements of #2, as well as he can* ... ! *a little surprised to see the glowing dots, but relieved once he realizes what they are* { set greeting = "Hello Nosegrind, Omen."
ProtoMan(status) == captured, bound identity(capturers) == "Phantom's People" Phantoms_People(motive) == "Orders" ProtoMan(location(surroundings)) == forest(redwood) ProtoMan(coordinates) == NULL
query: Nosegrind(track(signal(ProtoMan))) query: ProtoMan(coordinates) request: assistance} The robot carrying Protoman was walking, adjusting him on her shoulder now and again.{...What?}{Don't worry, Proto! We'll come get you!}{EYF is in a prison too, in case you've forgotten. She would need rescued first since she disguised herself as Neretta so she'd be arrested and taken to Serif. Big flop of a plan since Swash defeated Serif. Calligraph's the boss of the nation now, right?}{Yes. Progenitor Calligraph is now in charge. What about Protoman?}*after Grind relays what Proto told her and Omen* {Set me up with a direct line to Protoman. I may be able to identifiy.}{Done.}*no light appears, but the voice speaks into Proto's mind* {Protoman, this is Neretta. Can these people do things with shadows? Like me, but more... completely?}----- An abnormally lengthy period of time had passed and still the door had not opened. Min had followed Fefnir up to the door, and was now examining the neatly stacked stones that made up the front of the house.Min: ... Might not be home. *door slides open* Min: *jumps a little* Oksana: *cautiously* Who is it? ----- Swash: {It is energy! It should move like energy! Not slow and sluggish! Too fast for the eye to see! Like me! If his circuits can't handle it, then we'll just have to improve his circuits! Revamp the entire robot! And it pauses when changing direction, and for far to long! Now shut up! You don't have to provide commentary on everything I do!} If it's not satisfactory, you can kill her. *gestures at the Rinamian bot* Bot: M-Miss Sssswash? Swash: Quiet, darling, and don't worry, you'll do fine. *smiles* It's just a little extra incentive. Now, I really must go. *vanishes* Bot: *looks back at the Stardroids* I-i-if you could please go to sleep, Sirs... --- Clarendon: Hahah, yeah. I'll take the outdoors any day over this. No wonder that bot's wires are in a twist, look at the work atmosphere!
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Post by Omni on Feb 28, 2012 2:54:21 GMT -5
Even when she's in a coma? Even with as powerful as she is, I doubt she's that good. ... If you're concerned, you could hold her attention. If what you say is true, perhaps she'll be so focussed on you that she won't notice us. Or perhaps you could wait to come in until we call you, and again, draw her attention. I think I like this plan. Yes... .oO (It should keep the fools out of the way until they can be useful.) ----- You have a point about the aerial advantages... But how would we get her somewhere she wouldn't fly well? Would we have to flood the area? Set it on fire? Is there anything you could think of that we could use to draw her out? ... ----- *keeps his gaze on her, not even looking away as he reaches to grab the screen* *holds the screen, still not allowing himself to look away from her* ... *tries to read what's on the screen while still keeping his eye on Synchro* ----- *trying to familiarize herself with the system a little bit* ... *thinks for a moment to try to figure out what Nosegrind's saying* ... {So you don't accept them... You only pretend to accept the laws, and follow them for the most part so that you can go undetected while you work on what you really want to do. Not a bad plan, though you have to be very careful.} {And whoever he is, go easy on him. He could be the result of an experiment in neural processes. He might even be a prototype. Anyway, I should be asking what this means and how he could help us. If he happens to be a hacker, let me know.} ----- *somewhere between confused and awkward as he listens* ... !!! *backs up at the last part* ... ... *trying to sound fairly... stern? firm?* Remember that you are my guest. You may not touch my equipment without permission, nor may you order your own. Also, Roll is the cook and housekeeper of this place, and Auto is my main assistant. And we have a guard dog with enhanced senses. Is that understood? ----- *begins flying forward* .oO (I hate to have to take more time, but there's not much chance on my own...) ... *looks back briefly* ... *sinks back to fly up next to Vice* Which way? Show me. ----- { statement = true
query: Nosegrind(track(signal(ProtoMan))) query: ProtoMan(coordinates)} ----- {During lengthy period of time} *impatient, knocks on the door loudly several times during the wait* {After said period of time} Visitors. Customers. ----- Sarrel: ‹I dunno if he'll like that... He might never trust you again.›
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Post by Chloemew on Mar 15, 2012 16:08:10 GMT -5
*gives the robot a nasty smirk* ...You heard her. ...Now... I expect this entire thing to be worthwhile, is that understood? If it is not, I shall take great delight in tearing you to pieces in the most excruciating way imaginable. Do keep that in mind. *glances at Terra* (...Overkill, much...?) *does as the robot says and closes his eyes* ... *soon follows suit* --- Heh. Seriously. If this place gets any livelier, I really think a funeral's gonna break out.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 15, 2012 20:48:31 GMT -5
Taisean: In a coma? What are you talking about? That's Aunt Serif, not Mother.
Helvetica: Speaking of Progenitor Serif, someone needs to free her... someone who can break the seal.
Omen: Didn't you already say those with the energy would be drawing her attention? What you have is a virus, what we have is an energy.
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Ginga: What about the mountain we carved out? That's underground, and we can send everyone there here.
Neretta: ... I can think of a few items, but they are far away and hard to get. There are certain ... things much closer in reach, but their effectiveness depends on how far gone she is and whether she still cares about... these certain people... *glances in Noah's direction*
Noah: !!! *dashes for the door*
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*the screen is just that thing Alia did, trying to get ahold of Phantom*
Synchro: *lifts a hand from the wall and touches the side of Phantom's helmet with a finger* Sweet angel, I'm not going to hurt you. But that is as much as I can help.
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{That's not now I would have phrased it, but yeah, pretty much. It's not like my goals are evil or anything, I just want to live. Um. I don't know if Proto is a hacker...}
{What Proto being back in the picture means is Grind can finally admit her crush to the guy it's on, instead of to everyone else.}
{I'm not admitting anything. I don't think he likes me back.}
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{No, I can't track you, Proto. My systems are only complex enough to mind-speak, I was only able to lead you around underground because I could see you through the facility security cameras.}
{I know where you are. Remain calm and keep in mind that those around you are like humanoid canines in the terms of thoughts and behavior. Their pack leader is known as Phantom. She is an Alpha that is easily recognizable by her nine tails.}
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Glyph: *hurt and very confused* I know all of that already. Did I say something wrong, Dr. Light?
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Vice: *pulls up the map on her own screen and then summons a wind board* Here we go. Could you still manipulate the air like you were talking about around us if we were all on the board with you in the middle?
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Oksana: ... Visitors I will accept. Customers are in the wrong country. *opens the door* You may come in. It is nice to hear new voices once in awhile.
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Swash: *appears in her office* *frowns* .oO(The girls I left them with will make appropriate changes.) *sits down at the control panel of a large, multi paneled screen, and begins typing*
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robot: What am I going to do? ;~;
Digital: Run scans. I think there's something wrong with him. And Progenitor Swash...
robot: I'm dead no matter what I do, he wants to kill me.
Digital: He's getting free upgrades. What's to complain about? Calm down and help me run these scans.
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Clarendon: *chuckles* No kidding.
*after awhile a door opens and a robot motions them inside*
Clarendon: About time. *gets up and walks through the door*
robot: Progenitor Calligraph is busy, but one of her Sentinels will hear you. *turns around* Follow me.
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Post by Omni on Mar 15, 2012 23:50:28 GMT -5
I never said she was. I meant if she were in a coma. Hypothetically. >_> What's this about a seal? I don't think we have time for that right now. And just because we can notice each-other because of our energy, doesn't mean we will. It generally takes some conscious effort, especially at a distance. ... You really don't know what you're talking about. So which do you think she'd be more likely to notice? So far, you've given the impression that sensing her 'children' is 1. a natural ability of hers and 2. something that will catch her attention no matter how distracted or conscious she is. If that's the case, perhaps you should approach her first. ... Did you change direction? She teleported. She's actually closer now. There's an elevator that should take us almost straight to her.... Say, that pink-and-blonde Reploid was seen near where Swash is. ! ! ----- *dashes after* Oh no you don't! *switches to a large gun* *also dashes after, blade ready* *stays in place* ... ----- (( Traceroute. Pretty much what it sounds like: Trying to figure out what route is taken to get to something, and how long it takes at each step. I wouldn't expect something to need to consciously acknowledge when it gets there, but *shrug* I guess this isn't Earth technology. The article sort of mentions where to find it, so you could play around with it if you wanted.)) ... *still keeping his gaze on Synchro, presses 'confirm'* *the screen leaves* If you won't even protect yourself, then perhaps I should seek help elsewhere. ----- {Let's focus, please. We need to figure out everything we can to-} *thoughts interrupted by the console she's at* *reads* {I think I found out where Phantom is, and how to get there. Possibly minus security information, but at least I have a possible route.} ----- { query: assistance(ETA)} ... { "ETA" == "Estimated Time of Arrival"} ----- ... *sigh* I just don't want to be your lab rat... guinea pig... Test subject. ((I may want to make a less-stressed smiley in place of that 'puzzle.' :U)) ----- Of course. *uses wind to move the girls onto the board* ----- ... *walks in, resisting the urge to stomp even partially, trying to find the first place to sit* ----- Sarrel: ... ‹For both your sakes, I hope so.
... So, what are you up to?›
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Post by Chloemew on Apr 14, 2012 14:31:26 GMT -5
*seem to have shut themselves down now* --- *follows them* Pfft. Don't think much of the service 'round here.((dsjhgdfgssdhfgSDJFDSGDJGJHF i completely forgot to respond to this aaaaaaaa a@))
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Apr 14, 2012 14:48:20 GMT -5
Helvetica: *speeds up in the direction that the elves are now headed* The main elevator is this way. Taisean: But we can't fight M- Helvetica: Hush, you've made your point. What Taisean should be adding on is that it may be impossible for us to fight Swash. She is be our mother, and in her normal state cares for us, but our other creator is Noah, and he is exceptionally paranoid. Understandable when considering what happened to his planet. Omen, they can call it Maverick Energy or Pink Happy Clouds of Joy for all I care, and now is not the time to bring up the type of energy we posses. Taisean, I may send you and that green-haired robot- Omen: Grind. Helvetica: -to go free Serif from Swash's seal. She is not a fighter type and I would not force you to help with what will be done. I will go first, Verdana will need distracting. Omen: They should get Proto and EYF first. Who ever is guarding Serif won't be happy to see Taisean. .oO(And Grind's going to want to get Proto as soon as possible.) {Hey, uh, Alia? The tiny floating purple people say Swash is in your area.}----- Estyra and X were still standing next to the door, and Estyra moved in front of it. Noah hesitated, his panic growing. He wasn't very fast, and was quickly flanked by Pallette and LayerEstyra: Wait! Can't we do something that doesn't involve taking a hostage?! Shadows were gathering around Neretta, and her eyes remained fixed on Noah.Neretta: There isn't time for another way. ----- ((Non-Earth technology that I seem to have to make up the minute details of as I go along xp I don't really have time to mess with it, so... write what you feel is fitting for the situation.)) She frowned and pulled away from Phantom entirely, crossing her arms as she took several steps back. The wall behind him vanished.
Synchro: I am protecting myself. I may like you, but I'm not willing to lay my life down for you. I highly suggest you accept what help I've offered. I'm the only person here offering, so who else would you go to? If it weren't for me you would already be dead. ----- {Sorry- How to get there? Are you going in after him? Do you need me over there to guard your body?}----- {ASAP}Abruptly the small lights dimmed and darkness consumed Protoman's vision. After awhile the coldness left and light returned, but this was not the light of Grind and Omen. The dim glow given off by the natural markings on the wall illuminated him enough to show that he was not shackled or chained. Each wrist and ankle did have a curious band on them, however. A hallway loomed in front of him, and scuffling noises behind him signaled the hasty retreat of those who had brought him here.--- Her expression quickly changed from hurt to horrified, and she withdrew her hands from the sunfish-like robot floating in the water with her new brood, and stood, turning to face Thomas.
Glyph: What? I'm sorry, Dr. Light, but I could not accept you as a patient. You do not meet my requirements, the primary ones being need and want. She let out an exhausted sigh, and rubbed her eyes.
Glyph: How about I say it this way: During my many years of life I have extensively studied both robotic and biological lifeforms. I am a Doctor, what would you like me to do? ----- The girls gave Harpuia startled looks as they were lifted by the air and set down on a wind board.Ullet: Woah. ----- The entire house was dark, illuminated only slightly by the glowing lava of the lake. To the left of the door stretched a hallway and some stairs that lead down. To the right was a room, and in front of the door was another hall, the end of which could not be seen.
Oksana made her way over to one of the walls and turned on some lights, gesturing to the room on the right as she spoke.Oksana: That's the parlor. Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable. Min followed Fefnir into the parlor and took a seat near him. She removed her helmet off and ran her fingers through her hair, dislodging a few leaves. She waited until Okasna had shut the door and sat down before speaking.Min: So... you're Alpha Oksana? Oksana: Just Oksana will do, dear. I am a Repairer who handles special cases. Min: Ah. She ran her fingers down the wide crack in the back of her helmet, pulling out a few leaves that had gotten crammed into the gap.---- Swash: .oO(I'm just making sure my message gets delivered. Then I'll work on getting my cat back.)---- robot: *sternly* Do you or do you not wish to speak with a representative? Clarendon: *sighs* We do. robot: *holds a hand up to a door, which waits a moment before opening* *two robots look over at the door when it opens* robot: Sentinals Xirwena and -name pending-, this is Clarendon of the Rawlinson Human Hunters and Mercury of the Stardroids. They would like to speak to you. ((It's alright))
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Post by Omni on Apr 14, 2012 15:51:12 GMT -5
*the Mavericks and Elves also speed up* ! You mean he force programmed you?! Then I guess you will be doing the distracting. Still, we'll need as much assistance as we can get. I'm sure the rest of us can take her on. I will personally ensure that part of your design is removed! What's the plan of attack? So far? Aim for the head. Basically, we need to be on our toes and ready to adapt. Elevator ho! ----- A hostage situation isn't what I had in mind, but you have a point about time. What do you have in mind, though? That's right... What are you planning to do with him? .oO (Not that this guy really deserves to be treated nicely. He might as well be a Maverick.) ----- ... Hide my traces and let me use the terminals. ----- {I'm not sending my mind in there. I'm already 'inside the system,' thanks to the terminal. I just want to make sure he's okay and help him however I can.} *looks at the Crystal Walls she put up* {... Though I might want some guarding anyway.} Omen: {Hey, uh, Alia? The tiny floating purple people say Swash is in your area.} ... *still to Grind* {On second thought, I will want help.} {X, Pallette, Layer, I just received word that Swash might be near the top of the base. ... Near where I am.} { ! ! !} ----- *amused* { query: ASAP(time) == days, ASAP(time) == hours, ASAP(time) == minutes} ((Hope that makes sense.)) { surroundings(immediate) == hallway, dim, markings(glowing)} *tries moving his limbs* ----- *sighs* ... I may need some time to decide on anything specific. In the meantime, will you allow me to reference your own code for one of my projects? ... I may ask for clarification or advice along the way. ----- *starts moving himself and the board forward, moving rather rapidly* *zooms into and down elevator* ----- Can you find out who caused the damage? ----- Sarrel: ‹Your... cat? What cat?› *watching things closely*[rand=56828245590440938344645909965038181338639231398710029243468306959]
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Post by Chloemew on Apr 18, 2012 15:56:35 GMT -5
*pulls a mocking face at the robot when she isn't looking* *looks to Xirwena and the other robot* Yeah, hi. Can we make this quick? I'd rather not have to stick around here for longer than I need to.
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