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Post by Shiki Ritsuka on May 1, 2013 16:19:08 GMT -5
The nature of this particular game was by far exceeding what Shiki had originally mapped it out mentally to be. The creation, naming and meeting of her assigned Digimon was by far the most interesting event to happen in this original creative game thus far; with the addition of choices of areas to go. By looking down far below from the starting structure Shiki had found herself in, the digitally created world could be seen stretching out and warping beyond sight. It had intrigued her for so long that she had taken her time actually considering her choices, which was an almost shocking predicament for one such as Shiki, whom could usually pick out something in quick time and go. Her newly made Digimon had not long acquainted themselves with their creator, and already something similar to an invisible thread had connected them. Despite each of their initial differences - both physically and mentally - they had all met together to do well as a pack, a group, and that was what they were going to do. Even if the four of them didn't always see eye to eye... As Shiki continued to dwell on her choices, her blue Falcomon took it upon herself to point out one particular place. "That one," she said, tapping at the double-glazed window with a blue-grey talon. The newly appointed Beta Tester looked in the direction Elizabeth pointed to and noticed an odd factory-like structure - it stood out like a sore thumb amongst its scenery. "It looks as good a place to start as any.""I think I'll have to agree, Miss." The scarfed oddly coloured Biyomon stepped forward, his nuclear green eyes resting on the far-away building. "The longer we dwell here, the more you will wish to stay." He nodded, as if in agreement with his words. Whilst the darkly furred Phascomon snorted. "I don't give a damn either way. Let's just get outta' here already." "... Fine, let's go there." She turned and headed to the room emblazoned with words that fit the particular structure Elizabeth had pointed out: PROCESS FACTORY. And soon they found themselves at its doorways. The noise was, quite frankly, loud. Not altogether unbearable. Even from the outside you could hear it. Machines most likely clanking away, doing their job, whilst other foreign sounds echoed outwards, unable to be identified. Shiki didn't care about the noise, nor the supposed daunting appearance of the factory, as Songbird seemed to consider it to be. She entered first, soon to be followed by Elizabeth and Booker. Songbird lingered outside for a short while, rubbing at his left wing and looking up at the building with large eyes. It was only when Elizabeth returned with a dramatic huff to shove him inside that he was able to get over the initial nervousness, a little, and allowed himself to be dragged on in. Projectors flickered from many a wall, filled up time and time again with complicated calculations, of which Shiki couldn't make out. Elizabeth seemed to eye them for some time further than the others, her interest caught by certain methods, which flooded the screens. However, she was soon pulled along in the wake of the others, who had decided to settle themselves down near a cold metal wall on the right hand side of the wide room. To their immediate left, a small conveyor belt span, stretching out beyond their line of sight as its design held it in place half-way through the wall. "We will investigate this place soon," Shiki began. "But first I'd like to take a small rest." She knew how games worked, but this one seemed different; more refined. Every single detail was beyond normal handy work. The air felt as metallic as the noises and smells of this factory. It was all very real. Very interesting. Soon, she would begin to explore this entirely new world, free from the conflict and clutches of her mother... This will definitely be something she will return to time and time again.  WORDS 678  TAGGED Richard Jensen SUMMARY Shiki wonders where to start and Elizabeth suggests the Process Factory. They agree on going there and are now currently sitting close to the entrance way, resting for a brief amount of time. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Richard Jensen on May 2, 2013 21:08:05 GMT -5
The hum of the generators. The pounding of machinery. Algorithms, delicious algorithms, flowing from wall to wall just waiting to be processed. This was it. This was home, home was right here. No place better for a creature born from code. Sammy Davis floated through the facility, tendrils loosely tangling behind him as he took in every detail. Soon his team would be back, but for now he was alone. At peace.
They sent him to scout ahead, and that's what he did. His claws longingly caressed every monitor, reflecting the gigantic grin on his face. The fibers that made his body wiggled with joy, occasionally drifting too close to a sparking machine and giving him one heck of a jolt. He didn't mind, though. The machines were here and he was here and he was the machine. All he needed was more data . . . it made him hungry, indeed. The data made him hunger and the hunger made him grave data: positive feedback. More X, more Y, a wondrous yet dangerous equation. More food, more pleasure, more food, more pleasure.
More power.
Not that Sammy understood all of this circle-of-life stuff, though. He didn't know if the chicken came before the egg, he didn't know why these machines brought him such a comforting feeling, and he certainly didn't know why he wanted this data so much. All he knew was that he wanted it. Needed it. Craved it. And everything that brought him closer to finding data made his Cheshire Cat grin grow even wider.
When he thought nobody was looking he picked up a wire and gave it a light nibble. It wasn't the data he was looking for, just a simple algorithm, and it settled in his maw like a breath mint rather than a feast. However, it did have some effect: the factory darkened for less than a second before returning to normal. He must have bitten into the light switch or something. The warm, somewhat tangy, taste was so distinctive.
Still, while Sammy wasn't the smartest Digimon, he knew what boundaries were. And he knew the next nibble might do something way worse than dim the lights. Besides, there was so much to see here! Who knows what, or who, he would end up encountering?
As he drifted, taking another path toward the entranceway, his wavy antennae picked up on some voices. They all sounded pretty sure of themselves, rather than the madcap collision of egos he called a family. Were these wild Digimon? An admin checking up on the area? Or just some really competent beta tester?
No matter what, only one thought was on Sammy's mind: greeting them properly.
The melon-headed glitch crept in the shadows, silently drifting to the ceiling while out of sight. He wasn't too obvious in his approach, but not too careful either: a dangling shadow and the occasional twitch of a wire were tells as to his glide. However, in his own overly-optimistic mind, he was invisible.
Soon he was at the top. If anyone saw him before he was gone now, pretty much compressed against the ceiling. He gave it a few seconds, hoping any previous sightings would be disregarded as imagination. Then, when all was quiet he sprang head first from the ceiling, hanging upside down like a cackling, ghostly Spider-Man.
"Hi there!"
While the mad look in his eyes and humongous grin made him look quite sinister, his voice was 100% innocent. Strange.
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Post by Shiki Ritsuka on May 3, 2013 16:03:26 GMT -5
As Shiki sat, Songbird copied, twirling the ends of his scarf absentmindedly as he glanced about. He wasn't too sure what to make of this place, it seemed a little out of sorts, but, then again, he was new to this sort of thing, and many areas may seem out of sorts to him in the future. The shuddering, juddering sounds, however, put him slightly on edge. He wasn't fond of the machines here. Elizabeth didn't seem to care either way. She moved to stand beside her Tamer, leaning back against the wall to her right. Booker, in contrast, remained restless, pacing about before them on all fours. The noise wasn't bothering him, no. It was simply that he thought it would be better to stay alert and awake, rather than falling into a half-stupor on the sidelines. It was Elizabeth who noticed something first. A telltale sign of a shadow, which slipped across the metallic floor stealthily. She unfolded her arms and raised her talons, her gaze switching to Shiki. The Tamer seemed calm, but she had caught her partner's eye. The look that she had given her was enough to put her on the alert. Whatever that shadow belonged to, it definitely wasn't a simple mechanized portion of this building, that was for sure. Elizabeth's eyes curved to slits. The sudden outburst of a Digimon's physical appearance and greetings caused Songbird to scramble to his feet with a cry. Booker growled quietly, turning his head to look back at the others and then getting up on his back-feet. He tilted his head back to take a glance up at the source of the voice, his expression a mixture of curiosity and distaste. There was a moment where, when Shiki looked up at the thing, she briefly pondered if she should be ordering the others to attack, but after studying the odd Digimon for a little longer, she patted Elizabeth's shoulder; silently letting her know to put down her weapons. "You gave us a fright then, darling," Elizabeth said, crossing her arms again across her chest. Goofy, was the first word to enter her mind about this one. Such a disgraceful entrance... "Yeah, we coulda' ripped into yer," Booker added as an aftertaste, frowning up at the stranger. "Yes, well, it's nice to meet you, nonetheless." Songbird offered the Keramon a smile. "Are you, by chance, a wild Digimon?" He tilted his head in a quizzical manner. Shiki remained a silent bystander throughout her team's speeches, instead choosing those few moments to examine the Digimon further. It was... rather unique if she said so herself. Different from her three. Had it been a choice she could've picked from as a partner? She couldn't recall. They were all individual in the way they looked, species-wise. "If you are, we'll fight you," she spoke up. Songbird glanced back at her with a worried expression. "I-I don't think that would be necessary, he seems nice enough.""It might be," Shiki replied. "... Oh." WORDS 500 TAGGED Richard Jensen SUMMARY Elizabeth goes on the alert/defensive when she sees a shadow. She expresses her alarm through a look at Shiki. They all jump in some way or another when a strange Digimon greets them from above. The Digimon trio greet him in their own ways, whilst Shiki does her part and includes a quick message. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Richard Jensen on May 4, 2013 11:47:32 GMT -5
Sammy Davis let out a resounding cackle, an undulating "Bebebe!" that echoed up and down the twisting halls of the room. "Looks like I got you guys good, didn't I? I mean, you should've seen the looks on your faces right there!" The strange spectre continued laughing, holding his sides as if he was telling the funniest joke in the world. "Wild? Oh, I'm very wild! But not like that, so don't get any funny ideas," he added, staring directly at Shiki as he said this. Clearly he didn't want a fight right now, but who knows what the Keramon would do if pushed?
He shortly began orbiting around the group, tentacles flailing with interest as he looked at them all. "Yes, yes, enough about me. Now who are YOU supposed to be? Bird, bear, and-"
A pause for dramatic effect. Somebody was feeling theatric today.
"A hyuuuuu-man? You three have one too? Mine's a little late, but I'm sure he'll be here soon. But first, tell me, what IS it like on the other side? Please tell me there's good food!"
Thankfully, poor Shiki wouldn't be stuck alone with the crazy for long. Footsteps echoed down the hallway as a voice called out, "Hello? You get lost or something, Sam?" Soon two figures began to appear from the other side of the factory: apparently they got bored waiting for their Keramon and went to explore on their own. There seemed to be a tired looking human and a Betamon approaching, and on closer examination there was a tiny rat on the Betamon's head.
"C'mon, Dean! Hustle, hustle!" the rat called, earning a glare from the melon-like amphibian in response. "Can you wait a damn second, Frankie? We've been walking all day," he muttered, clearly not on the best terms with the other member of this little Rat Pack.
"Well, there's the boss!" Sammy Davis called, his grin widening. "Richard, Richard, there's another you here! And isn't she a pretty one, too?" Another taunting cackle broke from Sammy's throat as he circled the group one last time, flying back to his human's side.
Richard merely smiled at the other human, either not knowing or not caring about all of his Keramon's taunting. "Seems like you all met Sammy, eh?" he commented, walking forward and offering a handshake. "Name's Rick. Rick Jensen. And these two bozos over there are Frankie and Dean. Nice to meet you."
Dean nodded and grunted, looking a little irritated at the interruption. It was too dark and eerie for his tastes, even if the other three seemed to be lapping everything up. Frankie, on the other hand, hopped on Richard's shoulders to get a better look at everyone. "Pleased to meet you," he finally responded, after looking the group up and down for a few, silent minutes.
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Post by Shiki Ritsuka on May 5, 2013 13:16:18 GMT -5
"Hmph." Elizabeth shook her head, her distaste for the Keramon's entrance directing itself instead upon the Digimon itself. It was one thing to surprise something like that, and another to enjoy scaring them. "Such a dear..." she muttered darkly. Shiki remained impassive throughout the Keramon's stare, it's eyes reflecting her own hooded face back glassily. If one was to just stare, you would be unable to tell if the thing was actually alive at all. Shiki was very much aware of the fact that the creature hadn't said a thing about itself, but she didn't really care. Facts and details didn't need to be mentioned, she'd figure them out by herself, is she was interested in them at all. "Hyuman? Ours?" Songbird's head tilted the other way as he contemplated this for a little bit. Affinity was what she had referred to them by as a team, and if Songbird remembered correctly, it meant something similar to a kinship between one another. She wasn't theirs, nor were they hers. Shiki merely turned her head away, internally annoyed by the questions of this outsider. "Life beyond this is as it should be." Food wasn't an important factor at this time. Mentioning thoughts relating to that particular subject wasn't needed. She didn't need to add this collection of sentences aloud, however, as footsteps approached. She looked in the general direction of where they came from, considering how high of a percentage it would be that this mad creature belonged to whomever was coming. That was soon answered when two figures came into view - no, three. There was something on the back of the small amphibious monster. Caring not about standing, Shiki remained where she was, bending her knees to balance her arms across them. Booker grunted and grumbled something to himself, eyeing the strangers with a bored expression. "Shiki Ritsuka," she said, refusing to take Richard's proffered hand. "Um, uh, it is very nice to meet you all," Songbird said, hoping to break the impolite atmosphere with a dose of courteousness. "Likewise," Booker grunted, in both a return greeting to the Frankie mouse and an add-on to Songbird's own words. Elizabeth eyed each of the newcomers in turn, instantaneously setting tabs on each and every one them. That Betamon; grumpy. The mouse; annoying. The human man; could do with some more sleep. "Greetings, newcomers. May I ask what you are doing here on this fine day?" WORDS 413 TAGGED Richard Jensen SUMMARY Shiki answers one question that Sammy poses, and then promptly goes on to just thinking about the other, instead of speaking about it out loud. Greetings are given to Richard and his team, although Shiki's not the politest about it. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Richard Jensen on May 5, 2013 22:09:43 GMT -5
Sammy's everpresent grin withered at the complete lack of friendliness his greeting had received. So what if he jumped out at the shadows at them? All he was doing was saying hi, not asking for all of this tension! He sulked back over to his team, gently bobbing up and down. In particular the silver-haired human's cold glare stung the hardest. While he didn't know much about her or her team, he had the feeling that if Richard and company didn't arrive sooner they'd be cleaning chunks of his data off of the walls. Frankie joined him, hopping off of Richard's shoulders and leaving him the head of the group for now. Humans were so much better at this whole talking thing.
Richard merely raised his hands in absolution and took a step back, as if affirming that he wasn't trying to offend anybody here. While he remained easygoing looking, deep down he was quite confused and irritated. A handshake told you so much about a person, after all. Its firmness, its duration, its enthusiasm . . . they were all such great tools for finding info on a person before they even said a word. In a social situation it gave you power, and Richard loved power. Now, however, he was stuck playing by the same rules as everybody else. All remained quiet: at least, of course, until Elizabeth broke the silence.
"We're just exploring for a bit. Saw the factory, thought it'd be cool to check it out. Of course, some of us got a bit more into it than others, as I think you found out." He made his usual easygoing laugh, showing a remarkable poker face despite the awkwardness in the room. To anyone who couldn't read a room's atmosphere it would almost sound like a gathering of friends. "Guess I'll ask the same of you."
His Digimon didn't seem convinced. Dean's back gently crackled, the occasional spark of electricity visible. Clearly he sensed the hostility in the room, and even now he looked everyone up and down to see who was the biggest thread. This earned a pat on the back from Frankie and a muttered "Easy now, big guy."
Clearly Frankie was sick of all the silence, because he coughed to make his presence known and commented, "Jeez, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife! Sammy, what did you do to these people?"
The Keramon protested "I just tried to say hello! Why, am I a scaaaaary Keramon?" His grin returned in full force, his eyes bulged out of his head a little, and his already melonlike head seemed to inflate in size slightly. He looked like a cheap Wal-Mart halloween decoration, something more fit to be sitting on a porch and singing "Spooky Scary Skeletons." Fortunately, a cynical glare from Frankie shut him down.
"Jeez, what a goofball," he muttered, shaking his head as if to apologize for Sammy's actions.
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Post by Shiki Ritsuka on May 6, 2013 12:07:47 GMT -5
Tension was the least asked for feeling at this particular time, but, it still made itself present. Mostly by Shiki's own fault. However, she couldn't care less. The tension would soon fade as quickly as it had come. Her cold gaze was still on the man who had introduced himself as "Richard". ... Usernames did not seem to be important at this point in the game, or maybe it was dependent on the choice of the Beta Tester playing? Not that it mattered. "Similar; exploration and general decision to come here." She shifted slightly, one hand now planted on the ground, whilst the other remained casually placed across her knee. Patience was a virtue, but there was only so much that one could take at any one time. Staying dormant here was taking it's toll. Elizabeth cocked her head to the side to survey the Betamon, a hint of a smirk playing across her beak. Impatient, irritation; those were some of the many things she could already list down for the electric amphibian. Soon she'd have a five-page mental notebook based on her judgements. When the cough cut through the silence, Songbird jumped and twisted the end of one side of his scarf around his left wing. He covered this up with a small smile. "It's okay, he's not been cruel to us, or anything." Although, that bulge of his eyes wasn't really helping his first impressions of the creature. In fact, it made him all the more wary. He fell silent shortly afterwards, unable to think up anything else to say throughout the growing quiet. "This silence is gratin' on my nerves," Booker growled lowly. "You considerin' any fightin' about this place?" He turned his gaze to Richard, his demonic wings fluttering for a short time as his mind ticked over. "It seems like it would be rife with that kinda' stuff, what with the dark aura it's producin' an' all." He gestured with a dangerously taloned hand to his surroundings. Elizabeth sniffed. "It is rather on the quaint side, yes, but I don't see that dark "aura" there, darling. Just a lot of noise." She smiled sweetly at the Phascomon, hinting that his rough voice was, in fact, a lot of the noise that she'd mentioned. "Better than just sittin' around and lettin' the machinery take over from our speak." He shot a dark look over at Elizabeth. "There could possibly be strong opponents here," Shiki spoke aloud in a cold tone, a hint of her thoughtfulness seeping through into her voice. WORDS 423 TAGGED Richard Jensen SUMMARY The side-ways returned question is answered by Shiki and Booker decides to end their silence with his own query. Elizabeth adds a little something to stir Booker up, but it more or less fails. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Richard Jensen on May 16, 2013 20:07:38 GMT -5
"Strong opponents, eh?" Clearly, Richard's interest had been piqued by that statement. "Figured there'd be some kind of robot or something, judging by some of the 'mons I've seen romping around. If we're lucky we might find some in here." A smirk flashed across his face: he had been waiting for a challenge for a while now.
A wiry tongue ran across Sammy's fangs as he heard the news. "New friends to play with? Fun, fun!" he cheered, his hovering intensifying until he looked like he was caught in an earthquake. "I can't wait to meet them! Maybe they'll know where I can find some good data . . . the wires here taste awful." The glitched-out spectre shuddered, sticking his tongue out in disgust. However, he soon found his dramatics earning himself a glare of ire from the Betamon behind him.
"This isn't a joke, Sammy," he muttered, gritting his teeth to avoid flying off the handle. "There's a lot of shit way bigger than us out there, and you screwing up could cost us big-time. And I don't think the Phascomon's wrong here, either. His type's good at picking this kind of thing up." Whether the Betamon meant cynics or demons was unclear, but he seemed pretty tense as well. Every spark or flicker earned a suspicious glance, as if the fighting Shiki's team mentioned could come from around every corner.
"You worry too much. You'll get an ulcer~!" The cheeriness of Sammy's response only made Dean lightly pad the ground, hoping to vent out his irritation before unleashing it all on the Keramon. "So what if we find something big? There's six of us here! Eight, even if you count the squishies with us. If we all worked together we could take anything down, right?"
Ignoring the squabbling of his teammates, Richard decided to strike up a conversation with their fellow factory-dwellers. "So, what have you seen around here so far? So much ground to cover, so little time . . . "
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Post by Shiki Ritsuka on May 19, 2013 11:49:22 GMT -5
Shiki nodded in response, considering machines as possible oppositions would be suitable for this kind of environment. It was probable that they would be difficult to face off against, however. Which would make for an interesting match or two, in her eyes. "Yes, if we're lucky," Elizabeth emphasized. "The jumble of sound about this place can make it difficult to hear one's own thinking. To actually come across something amidst this noise will be a feat, I'm sure." "If it's large enough, we'll see it. Probably even before it sees us. This place ain't dark enough for my eyes," Booker spoke up. "It isn't too dark at all," Elizabeth retorted. Booker just shot her a nasty look. Songbird turned to look at Sammy, as a quiet scrabble broke loose between the blue Falcomon and the Phasco. "Er, is it possible to talk with the wild Digimon?" he asked, tilting his head slightly at the end of the question. He didn't think that they could talk. Although, he hadn't been around long, so he wasn't too sure about that. After all, there were many surprises awaiting adventurers on their quests. The Aviator turned her gaze away from the trio of Digimon. Suddenly feeling weary from the fight breaking out amongst her avian pair. "Nothing," she replied. "We have only just got here." It was possible that she may have come across something, if she had decided not to rest first. Yet this place was compelling in its sounds and sights, which had led to her wanting to sit close to the entrance. If she hadn't been where she was, she might have avoided such conversations as this. Yet it was now something that could not be helped. In a way, it could not be helped, whether or not she chose to conceal herself from the various Tamers, it was bound to happen at some point. She'd just not found such interest in talking. Although, there was that slice of thoughts that brought her thinking back around. Due to the Keramon's logic, it was made official that partnering up was an ideal way of fighting off adversaries. If she wished to allow her team to grow stronger, team-work with others couldn't be helped. WORDS 371 TAGGED Richard Jensen SUMMARY A quiet scrabble breaks out between Booker and Elizabeth, whilst Songbird asks Sammy a question. Shiki replies to Richard's own rather bluntly. LAIKA OF GS! |
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