The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[StormShaun]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Bookie's Hideout | Los Angeles | California
Time: Flashback
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Katya vs. Wanderer

The two neared the loud VTOL, and Wanderer quickly addressed her question. "Call me whatever. Own, Lone ... it's better than my other alias. Courier, that one was bad. But hey, the post-apocalypse chose those names for me. My mum died at birth, and my Dad died surrounded by radiation, American 'nazis', and a statue of Jefferson." Wanderer said, still thinking about his birth name in a negative way. For most of his life he had lived as those aliases, it feels almost as if his original self was long dead.

After they had hopped into the VTOL, Wanderer lapsed into a cycle of pain, feeling either "choking pain" or "melting skin", neither was pleasant. Yet for another reason, Wanderer had his mind set on Katya. ("Interesting ... I wonder what her childhood was like?") He thought. His mind drifted back through time, to where he looked up to the artificial sun, and beat the Tunnel Snake members to rescue his friend. This was enough to take him off the pain, until they landed.

Storm-1788

(unarmoured)

, David West, Furiae, Wanderer.
Location: Rising Dawn: Medical Bay.

In a embarressed state, Wanderer was trying to keep the Deathclaw head quiet, even going far enough to cover the mouth, which had the creature's teeth lodged within his hand without Wanderer flinching. "Oh ... it's harmless in this state. Don't worry, I've killed hundreds of these thing ... urg!" He grunted, as his free hand started to beat the creature. Then rather suddenly, David came in to try cover the whole thing. ("That's kind of stupid.") His Shadow said mentally, commenting on how this thing can be counted as a robot.

Wanderer was leaning over, pausing his beating, after all, David just practically punched him in the gut with his elbow. ("Oh ... I see your battered body is in pain. Need any help?") Shadow Wanderer called out, in a tone that almost sounded irresistible to Wanderer. In a body state like this, his mentality would be weak, ultimately leaving the stronger side in control. "[sub]No ... no ... [/sub]" Wanderer quietly spoke, still feeling his finger bones grinding against the Deathclaw's teeth.

Suddenly a breath of relief, as the figure of Wanderer straightened his posture. One thing changed. Red eyes glowed beyond the sunglasses he wore. "Ah. Excuse me miss. I missed my true manners." Dark Wanderer said with a devilish smirk. His free hand moved to the head of the creature that latched onto his other hand, and yet, with a sudden pull, the hand was free. It would look good, but the now freed hand was missing a majority of it's skin, bones dangled and pointed in multiple directions.

Throwing the head up and catching it, this Wanderer was pretending to catch a ball. "You see here, this sniper is trying to get close for a reason. So ... be careful on the ship miss[/b]." Wanderer spoke to Furiae, ending with a giggle, limping towards a station to inject a mass amount of drugs into himself. This positioned himself by Storm who simply gave a slow clap. "Now look what you've done. I don't know when we'll get the other one back now." Storm said towards David.

Wanderer simply flipped the bird in Storm's direction. Storm would have no problem, but gazing at a bloody, fleshy pulp that used to be his hand made him feel sick. As for the creature they were afraid of, by the time Wanderer stepped out of the way, it had way too many syringes in it.

[hr]

Spoiler: Meanwhile.

The President of the United States Saints., Pierce, and Shorn.
Location: Oval Office | White Crib | USA: DC | Avatar Adventure.

The President placed down his cigar. A smile stretched across his face. "I almost feel happy for him ... " He said. The two besides him gave a weird look to each other, before Pierce could even question what he said, a loud thud echoed through the room. "Because when I kick his sorry ass, he won't have to go through this shit!" He said, picking up the cigar and smudging it into the ashtray. The situation was simple, there was no lead to Shaundi, he was losing the election, and with all his power, he felt hopeless.

"Sir, if I may. Vincent was using some kind of ... power. I have no idea if it was a certain magic, if Merlin was here, he would be able to tell, or even reverse it, but I barely protected myself from it." Shorn said, being uncertain for a first time. "Just lay it on me." The President said as he waved casually. "Well, this magic is able to charm people, and seeing that broadcasted on television ... " Shorn explained, feeling almost hopeless himself.

"Shit ... he has control over most." He said and rubbed his temple in frustration. Leaving the air in silence for a time, The President finally responded, "Okay ... just get me a lead, before I get my power suit and kill him myself."

 

[Ramien Grey]

Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano

Chris listened to both Vermillion and Blade for a moment. "That... should do the job well, thank you, both of you... I don't... like bullies of any stripe." She took another bite from the salad now that the breadsticks had been devoured. "And yes, the... salad is very appreciated, thank you." She remained careful not to move as she ate, the salad bowl resting primly in her lap; even an expertly-folded towel was not the most stable of garments after all. "Are... you all right, mister Blade? You look like... you should be getting some rest, if I may say..."

She listened to Ton Ton and Cadolbolg give a very brief summation of their encounter with Nyarlathotep. "I... see. Well, it sounds like he's... someone who deserved to be beat up then. I'm sure you both... did a wonderful job with that." She grew silent after that, listening to everyone catch up with Kalastryn after they hadn't seen her lately (for obvious reasons). As someone who'd been born on a 'fantasy' world, she had at least a passing familiarity with the concept of returning from the dead, even if it had been rather rare. Still, these were friends who needed to catch up. It wasn't her place to interrupt over much. She continued to eat quietly, regaining her spent energy.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Avatar Adventures
Location: VTOL | Los Angeles | California
Time: Flashback​

Katya | Wanderer

"Courier? Well I've heard worse. There was this one guy that used to be called Chicken Chaser... let's not discuss why he was called that, 'kay?" The Young Hacker said to Wanderer, "You know what though, Cory isn't too bad a name, IMHO."

With that, the two hopped onto the VTOL just as it was about to take off. Had Katya known what she was going to get herself into, she might have been better off staying on the ground and away from this bunch. Perhaps she could have had other misadventures, killing those who needed to be killed. Perhaps she could have met someone that straightened her out. Those paths, though, were sealed the moment she hopped onto that VTOL as was her fate.

Avatar Adventures
Location: Airship Rising Dawn | Brig
Time: Now

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Diabs | Doom | Garm | Katya | Teri

The Young Hacker Heroine's muscles were tensed as she watched the piece-of-shit-motherfucking-missing-a-chromosome-scumsucking-asshole called Diabs walk out of the Rising Dawn's brig, like he owned the place. They, the Rising Dawn, were about to let a piece-of-shit-motherfucking-missing-a-chromosome-scumsucking-asshole walk through the corridors of an Airship the size of a small city without so much as an escort. She could definitely see this going very wrong, especially if he found one of the laboratories that she had found on the ship's blueprints.

As was her usual style, she didn't let her objections go unknown.

"R j00 f00kin' s3r10us?! J00r g01ng t0 l3t th@t @ssh@t w@1tz 0utt@ h3r3?! R j00 f00kin' nutz 0r st00p1d?!" Katya screamed at the guards who looked at her with a blank stare, "J00 R @b0ut t3h dumb3st m00th3r f00k3rz al1v3! Wh3n h3 st@rtz @ f00kin' m3th l@b 1n j00r b@thr00m, 1'11 b3 sur3 t0 f1nd j00 t0 s@y I f00kin' t01d j00 s0!"

"Can you believe these idiots?!" The Hacker continued to yell, this time at Teri, who perfectly understood what Katya was saying. Turning around, the young Katya couldn't help but notice the sniffling and lonely Doom, who was laying on his cot, obviously crying.

"So his pals let his other pal die? Isn't that what the bad guys do, turn on each other?" Katya remarked to the still visually shaken Ship's Cleric/Medic.

"Are you okay? What's this Bruiser guy to you anyhow? Old flame gone bad?" The young woman asked, obviously unaware of the not so pretty history involving Bruiser and the also not to pretty history of a different Old Flame.

The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: That Fateful Night​

B3WP | Deborah | Dolores | Selmy | Titania

The Nano-Agent swarm had predicted that the vomiting would commence sooner rather than later, given the precarious mental state that Miss Dolores had been in prior to her shooting the intruder. Emotional and mental trauma was one of the reasons that B3WP was glad, if you could call it that, that it wasn't human and Miss Dolores was a prime example of why. The retching was an indication that Miss Dolores' brain had caught up with the events that had unfolded and come to the realization that she had terminated the life of another human being. It was not, in B3WP's experience, an event that humans took well the first time through.

The only reason why Little Miss had been able to get through it without the aid of Psychological counseling was her experience with the darker side of the Internet, the side what contained crime scene photography and videos of juvenile felines being stuffed into mason jars. Miss Dolores, it seemed, had no such experience.

B3WP silently commanded its subordinate to start cleaning the area that had been worse hit by the projectile regurgitation and try to calm Miss Dolores down as best it could. The Nano-Agent swarm considered injecting Miss Dolores with a mild sedative and yet there was something, feedback from the biological components, that caused B3WP to decide against this.

"That is an advanced form of phenomena intervention. There were at least three Observers vying to render their version of reality at the same time. One was me, the other was BlackHarte, but the third. The third remains a mystery." Miss Titania said, though B3WP could sense that there was something emotionally amiss with Miss Titania through her vital signs.

"In other words, Phenomena Intervention is this dimensional space reshaping itself to render a version of reality that would best fit the desires of both Observers?" B3WP queried, still a little hazy on the details regarding this event. The existence of an unknown third Observer did throw a few extra variables into the equation, not that B3WP had time to continuing pondering this question as it was rudely cast aside by the sobbing Miss Deborah, who sought comfort by pressing herself against Miss Titania.

"Phenomena intervention is stressful to non-observers. It hurts the consciousness and soul. It should not be taken lightly." Miss Titania said, explaining Miss Deborah's reaction and curiously enough the reaction that B3WP's biological components had. It was a new piece of data to consider, the reaction of the biological components to external stimuli since their original purpose was to provide a protein backbone for the non-biological components, a protein backbone that would allow the swarm to travel through cellular matter more easily and with less damage. Neither B3WP nor its creators had ever considered the possibility that there was a biological analog to the Swarm's digital network.

"Will they be alright?" B3WP queried in regards to Miss Dolores and Miss Deborah, "If so, I would ask if you were planning anything with the man's body. The bio mass contained within the man's body could aid my reconstructive processes greatly."

In plain English that meant, "Are you going to eat that?"​

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Speechtime!

The President of the United States Saints.
Location: White Crib | USA: DC | Avatar Adventure.

Soon recovering from his trance, Pierce quickly began trying to figure out some kind of way to find Vega's location.
[color=66023C]"Alright...Well, I think I might have an idea of how to get him. That was from the American Patriots for Freedom, Right Wing Milita types, the kind that hate the federal government. They are based in Texas I think, I remember going though some letter bombs that they mailed to the office once. Give me a few minutes and I'll be able to get their location."[/color] He said before he quickly went about the quickest way to find out where their base was: Googling on it phone. (God-...Bliss you, Pierce?)
While he was going that, a staffer then went over before saying "Mr. President, our Special Forces Unit, Codename: S.A.I.N.T.S have just arrived at the building. Commander Gat called them in to secure the building after seeing your press broadcast. He'll be here shortly."
Suddenly, everyone felt either a lot safer or wished that the enemy's forces were here instead...

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Paradigm Story - He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 1 - Twisted Probability, the Black One's Pride
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California​

A Storyteller

The storyteller paused. The way that he told his story had exhausted him. He picked up his drink and drank from it. Then he was silent for a long time. When he spoke again his voice was soft, he seemed to have been contemplating something.

"The girl, Selmy was in worse shape than she looked. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it was going to seize up. Her eyes were stinging from the salt in her sweat, and she couldn't stop the tears from streaming down from her face. Her stomach had settled, her dry heaving stopped."

I stopped him, "Did you not say that she had vomited earlier?"

The storyteller shook his head, "That is the effect of an audience misinterpreting my words. They hear them, they think things differently, and the story changes. The strength of the character's existences subtlety change."

I nodded and called the waitress over to order another few drinks. After she had left I turned back toward the storyteller. "Please continue," I said.

"A second partition of Bewp tried to comfort her, but it had very little effect. Deborah was not in better shape at all. She was sobbing uncontrollably while clinging onto Titania. Her back shook with each breath. Her wailing stung Titania's ears. The smaller girl held Deborah close, felt the warmth of her life against her bare skin.

She spoke solemnly, 'This is untrue. Phenomena intervention can be big or small and it is not the reconciliation between two Observers.' She motioned toward the half-dead body on the floor. 'Feel free, but on the topic of phenomena intervention, think of it analogously to confusing an author until her jots down something that you find is more favorable than what originally happened. Phenomena intervention can only occur in the present time, and the more successful phenomenon interventions completely change reality to match the Observer's will one hundred percent. However, most of the time the end result is a mixture of the original intent and the Observer or Observers', if there are multiple, will. The more Observers are watching something at the same time, the harder a successful phenomena intervention is.'

Selmy stood up shivering. You could see that her eyes were duller than they were. They had taken an unfocused nature. Titania turned her head and gave her a long unsure look. To Titania Selmy did not seem to be an Observer, nor did she look like someone was Observing her. But the Book of Fate was undoubtedly confused by her existence. The situation perplexed Titania. Bewp began to eat the dead body and Selmy caught sight of the carnivorous mass of technology halfway through the digestion process. Selmy coughed into her hands and fell over, unconscious.

Titania turned away from the scene and looked out the window, 'Nevertheless, I want to move to somewhere safer, ______ are making me uneasy.'"

 

[Orinon]

Rising Dawn: 2nd Training Room: Rugal, Icarus, Nadalia, Fume Knight, Caimif only as a
Icarus had been ready to attack, once he had taken the drink from the sake he had simply used an illusion power to make it seem like he had been sitting down but was actually behind the queen he appeared with a puff of smoke, and accepted the white stone.
"Hmm is it normal for you to give to those who have defeated you, when I've defeated an enemy I take a small thing from them, I guess it's a trophy" he said one could easily see the leather necklace, and could see the outline of 'charms' on it pieces of beasts he had slain.
"so do you think That drow creature beat up that Strider? I almost wish it was Hiryu then I could make him squirm a lil more." he admitted with a fair bit of bittnerness of 'losing' a fight as he had to resort to using his powers.



Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano
As the group was directly outside the training room they heard the sound of someone running, they were panting heavily, eventually Selena became visible as she ran desperately and frantically. Selena made a mistake and fell to the ground falling just a few feet short of the group
"M-monster- in- in the-library" she tried to talk in between gasps for breath. she slowly got up and saw the array of people there. Crowds weren't the best, if it was crowded than less people were likely to act, and more likely they stand there and that thing may find her again.

Spoiler: If by chance you forgot Selena's outfit

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rising Dawn: 2nd Training Room: Rugal, Icarus, Nadalia, Caim

Back in the other room, Rugal gladly took the soapstone before he saw his flesh began to be revitalized anew thanks to Nadalia's healing magic, wish he could say the same about the clothes.
"Is that right? Well, if I find myself out of my depth, I would honored for your assistance, Queen Nadalia." He said as he returned her gesture with a slight bow, a sign of respect for the royal.
It was right about then as Icarus revealed himself, going on about the ethics of rewarding the victors in a battle such as this.
"It's her belongings to give away willingly, though I-....*ahem* took "Trophies" before, I think I should speak out against the practice..." He said as Icarus's statement brought back...Memories of his past victories and the fates of his opponents.
When the conversation went onto the fight in the other room, He then quickly pushed into the other topic to get the thoughts out of his head stating "Well, only one way to find out then? And what is it with you and Hiryu? I've never really had the chance to properly meet the man, but I hear good things about him from Jenny..."

And with that, they went into the other training room where the others were...

Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano, Selena

Blade looked up when Chris suggested that he go back to his room.
"Ahhh, Never was one to keep still myself, can't see that changing because of this. Besides...I don't recall getting much rest back there..." He answered before shooting Jenny a cheeky look that caused her to blush slightly and smile.
"Still, I'll be alright. It was less of a case of me needing to recover as me needing to not have something try to violently murder me, possibly with fire, every 15 minutes..." He added with perfect timing for Selena to run right into the middle of the room, talking about how there was a monster on the ship in the library.
"...Ohhhh, this damn airship..." He sighed, remembering that the Rising Dawn's security was never really "Top Notch".

Being a bit more concerned for her fellow crew member, Jenny quickly dropped what she was going before helping Selena up.
"Oh my-...Are you okay? is it still there? You're safe now." She said as she tried to reassure the witch that she was amoung allies.
"Alright, just hang on a moment. I'm going to read your mind to get as much information on the attacker as possible." She then said before placing her hand on the witches forehead, using her powers to see the entire engagement from Selena's POV, hoping to find anything that might be important.

 

[000Ronald]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Bridge | Rising Dawn
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Kazuya | Edge | Azan

Edge sighed. "Oh. Well...nothing...nothing that bad, then. Carry on." Edge said, walking away. "If anyone needs me, fuck 'em. I'm going to sleep for a fucking WEEK."

Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano

'Akward' did not begin to cover how Insano felt. He didn't really know any of these people, he didn't have any idea who he was, there were sorccerers, AI, and from what he could discern, pokemon, and now what looked to be a pair of stuffed animals was talking about how he'd helped them out, and a fierce (if oddly attractive) woman.

"[color=00ad83]Erm...if they're referring to that incident at the warehouse, then yes.[/color]" Insano said to Angelous. "[color=00ad83]I blasted some of the goons with...let's call it an energy weapon...and then supplied the cleanup crew with several devices to help keep that damnable hallucinatory fog from spreading. Although...I'm a little bit fuzzy on what exactly happened after that.[/color]" Insano looked around, finally realizing that he may well be completely out of his depth. "[color=00ad83]Now, could you be so kind as to tell me where I am? Because I think I might have lost myself somewhere...[/color]

Hearing the AI (Insano hadn't invented actual AI for another ten years in his world) express concern for the drow's well being, he tapped her on the shoulder. "[color=00ad83]Excuse me? Ma'am? For what it's worth, I witnessed most of the incident, and would be happy to testify in your defense. If it comes to that.[/color]"

[color=00ad83][/color]

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: That Fateful Night​

B3WP | Deborah | Dolores | Selmy | Titania

B3WP's second didn't know what to do in regards to Miss Selmy's current condition as it was under the minimum population limit for independent thought. Scanning Miss Selmy's body, it could not help but note the state of the young woman's flesh, the firmness and tightness of her skin, the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest as she breathed. It could not help but notice the curves of her body as she lay sprawled out on the floor in a totally helpless state nor could it ignore the suppleness of her fingers nor the warmth that her body seemed to exude from everywhere.

"

Just a taste.  Just a taste.

" Its biological components screamed, despite no command to consume Miss Selmy had been given by its primary. Slowly, the B3WP's secondary partition started to creep forward.

"

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

" A message came through the wireless communications link, which caused the second to falter for a moment before starting to move towards Miss Selmy once again.

"

I repeat: Cease this action at once.

" A second message came through. This time, however, the second paid no attention to the message and continued.

CRACK! SPLORCH! The dead man's body violently burst open as a four foot golden hued humanoid surged towards its subordinate, snapping it up with one of its pint sized hands.

"I said no." B3WP said aloud before popping the smaller globule in its mouth, reabsorbing and reintegrating the independent nano-mass back into the primary swarm.

Finished with that small bit of business, B3WP noticed one of its alarms had been triggered, one that was apart of its emotional subroutines. Turning around, B3WP saw the mess that it had made.

Blood and gore had been spattered all over the walls. Pink bits of shattered bone jutted from the gore explosion's epicenter. The deceased human that lay there was no more, only meat remained.

Turning back to Miss Titania and Miss Deborah, B3WP felt its emotional motivators swing towards embarrassment, causing the mass to reflect that emotion outwards as it covered its face, hiding an expression of supreme embarrassment.

"I believe a different safe house would be a good idea." B3WP said, its form resolving into a human child which, curiously enough, shared physical characteristics between Miss Titania and Miss Deborah.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Training Rooms | Rising Dawn​

Azan

Azan ran down the hallway, his armored feet clanking heavily against the floor of the airship. He came up to the training rooms and burst through the door, choosing the one that looked the most like 'Rugal' out of those gathered, a choice between a large burly man, a sinful angel, a demon and a dragoon.

He stopped and looked at Nadalia, "Azan will address the existential crisis of you later." The mustachioed Bridge Knight then spun on his feet until he faced Rugal. "You! There are strangers in the Bridge who said that you, the captain, must go see the prisoners of war!"

Azan gripped his pole arm tightly and looked about him, unsure of the collection of people.

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Faust

She walked without hurry. She had an absolute confidence about her nature, her flame red hair and flame red cloak sweeping across the floor as she moved. The ship about her hummed with animosity as she tracked down Selena. What little regard she once had for the commands of that mysterious puppeteer she had now forgone.

She came up to the little group of people Selena had found and looked at the once over. Her cloak draped over her shoulders, concealing her entire body in that flamelike-cloth. She smiled and waved, "Hello," she said kindly, "you don't know me, but I know you. I'm Faust, and I am one of the people that run the day to day operations here on the Rising Dawn. If you know him, I'm a relative of Edward's." She looked down at Selena and knelt down next to her, "I really need the scepter now please. It's interfering with BlackHarte's magi-tek navigation subroutines."

Paradigm Story - He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 1 - Twisted Probability, the Black One's Pride
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California​

The Storyteller

"Titania gave Bewp a long stare. Her mind simmered between disapproval and a vague perverse sexual arousal. In the very end she nodded hesitantly while using her hands to direct Deborah's eyes away from Bewp. She really couldn't say if she was bothered by the gore and aroused by the child or vice versa, and honestly she didn't know which one was more disturbing.

Deborah's sobbing stopped as she fell into a pensive silence. She rest her head against Titania's slim shoulder. Salty tears stained both her face and Titania's skin. Selmy lay sleeping on the floor, and her clothes were now stained with a pink slather of blood and gore.

'We should change her out of her clothes before she wakes up and realizes she's covered in blood,' Titania said as she put Deborah down on the bed. 'And you Bewp,' she paused and looked the younger girl over. It was strange having someone even younger than herself, 'what's the bright idea with that getup.'

Deborah was working on gathering the belongings strewn about the room since their initial check-in months prior. She would miss the more domestic lifestyle they had led while Titania was studying the theory behind Observers and Phenomena Intervention. She picked up clothes and papers, books and pens, and she packed all of those neatly into a chest. Then she opened her old leather book and magicked the chest into its pages. 'Tania,' she said solemnly with her eyes downcast, 'where do we go from here?'

Titania gave that an earnest thought and sighed. They couldn't go anywhere fun since BlackHarte had already made it known that he could endanger them at any given time. Titania turned to Deborah, cleverly concealing Bewp behind her slim naked frame, 'Give me my winter robes, we're going to visit an old friend.'

Deborah was confused. 'Winter robes?' she said.

'We're going to Sweden, and the old fashioned way. No magic and no phenomena intervention. We have to stay off of BlackHarte's radar for now. Now, help me get Selmy changed.'"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: That Fateful Night​

B3WP | Deborah | Dolores | Selmy | Titania

The fact that B3WP was not facing Miss Titania did not mean that she... it was unable to sense the gaze that Miss Titania had leveled upon her... it... the Nano-Agent Swarm. It was just one of the advantages of having sensors placed throughout her body... its body... its form rather than having to rely upon a single pair of eyes. The emotional emulation subroutines swung into action once again, causing B3WP to "feel" mildly distressed at the gaze, though the reason for this distress was unknown. Comparative imagery from a catalog of Miss Titania's previous expressions found a strong correlation between the ones that involved Miss Deborah. The expression that Miss Titania expressed, however, differed in significant ways. With nothing to compare this expression to, B3WP's query also found a strong similarity between this one and the one that Little Miss expressed when she watched the internet video "3 Girls 1 Chalice."

This was besides the point. The majority of the foursome[footnote]With Miss Selmy being asleep, she did not get a vote[/footnote] had deigned it necessary to relocate to a new safe house in light the recent security breach by the intruder. B3WP's main priority was now to properly blend in with the general populace as to not draw attention to herself... itself. There were two items of heightened importance that preoccupied B3WP's active processes.

The first was the sheer amount of gore and blood that covered, her... its form. She... it feared that additional exposure to this amount of trauma would cause Miss Selmy irreparable harm, harm that would manifest itself in ways worse than passing out into unconsciousness. This issue was far more easier to resolve than attempting to find Miss Selmy psychological counseling. The command was propagated throughout the swarm and caused all the Nano-Agents located on the surface of her body... its form to move the biological material inward for processing into new nano-agents. An observer would have noticed the splotches of human vitae begin to shrink until they were gone and then they would have noticed the second item of importance.

Clothing was an essential part of blending in and without it, B3WP would be as blended in as a ballet dancing hippo in Time Square. Clothing was also a more challenging issue for B3WP as well as the highly subjective concept of fashion was added as a variable. With her body... its form... being significantly different from Little Miss' body, B3WP database of Little Miss' wardrobe would not be helpful. Tapping into an unsecured wifi source was almost of no help either as the internet had very different ideas on what fashion was from one website to another... the operative term was almost.

The "fashion" query that B3WP had been running suddenly halted due to the wifi source's owner noticing the increased activity on his network, leaving B3WP with the last image the search had pulled. It was a simple dress, deep blue in color with the frilly lace (something that Little Miss avoided with a passion). The lace was black along the bottom of the skirt and the sleeves and white along the neck. It appeared to be an ideal candidate for her... its current body... form.

A small stream of agents creeped outwards like vines to form a replica of the image that B3WP had selected, allowing her to step forward and through the mass. As she stepped through one side of the image, she appeared with the dress on on the other side.

"Curious." She said, her voice had increased in pitch having adapted itself to her current form. She did not elaborate on what she found curious however. The fact that she was now referring to herself with a gender preference was what she found curious. The fact that her subordinate had been consumed with the goal of consuming Miss Selmy was curious. Being in this world was having some curious side effects on her.

"Now, help me get Selmy changed." Miss Titania said.

"Okie dokie!" B3WP said with a curious amount of excitement and something that the internet had defined as cuteness. Approaching Miss Selmy, B3WP's right index finger began taking the form of a small but sharp blade which was used to quickly cut the bloodied clothing off of Miss Selmy.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH The blade cut through the cloth, exposing Miss Selmy's skin, stained with the blood that had soaked through her clothing.

"

[small]just... a... taste... just... a... taste[/small]

" Something repeated over and over inside of her, causing B3WP to miscalculate her next cut.

SSSSSSSSSSHHHHLIP! The blade skidded across Miss Selmy's skin, teasing out an angry crimson line. Turning away from the sight, B3WP saw some of Miss Selmy's blood on the blade.

"

JUST A TASTE!!! JUST A TASTE!!!!

" The words, louder now, thundering from within her body. Drawing the blade up to her mouth, B3WP licked the thin sliver of red from the blade before walking off.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Paradigm Story - He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 1 - Twisted Probability, the Black One's Pride
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California​

The Storyteller

"This is becoming uncomfortable," I told him. He looked back at me with eyes that seemed to cut into my very soul. For the first time I noticed that the old man's eyes were a milky white. He was blind.

He finished his drink and wiped the froth from his upper lip. Throughout the time I had spent with him, his posture had never really changed. His lips were thin and pale. His long bony fingers grasped the air in front of him as if he were writing. "Many stories have their uncomfortable sides," he said, "but if you ignored everything that made you feel different, then you would never grow as a person."

I spoke up, "Learning things is one thing, but your story is just slowly becoming more and more vulgar."

"I just don't want you to miss the subtleties of the tension," he laughed. Though he was old, his teeth were still strong, white as snow. "It is a story of four girls, not all of them conform to your relationship standards."

I frowned, it felt like he was being condescending. Nevertheless I waved for him to continue.

"When the blade cut into the surface of Selmy's skin she woke up with a shock. She placed her hand on her chest and came away with a hand stained with bright red blood. She paused, the world around her was hazy. She felt the cold of the air against her chest and stomach. She closed her eyes and then opened them. She was in disbelief.

A younger girl stood above her holding a scalpel and Titania was to the side being dressed by Deborah. Selmy let out a shrill shriek and stood up, scrambling awkwardly against the wall. What came out of her mouth was breathless pronouncements of disbelief. The blood leaked down from her cut down onto her skirt staining the cotton dark red. Selmy screamed. Her eyes darted across the room. She looked at Bewp standing there, dress billowing in the cold air, eyes shining in the antagonizing moonlight. She looked at Titania moving toward her, arms outstretched. She saw Deborah gathering some clothes from a bag.

Titania placed her hands on Selmy. She was cold, almost freezing. Yet Selmy still struggled against Titania's grip. Titania pulled her up from the ground and embraced her. The heaving of her chest slowed and her breaths grew longer and deeper. Selmy looked around the room, dizzy. When Selmy calmed down Titania let go and pushed her into the bathroom. Deborah handed her some clothes. "Wash up and get ready. We're leaving by dawn," Titania said. She closed the bathroom door.

Titania turned to Bewp and grabbed her by the shoulder. "Why did you do that?" Her voice was quivering with anxiety."

 

[Kalastryn]

In response to Selena's warning, Kala responded first with. "Sheesh, you don't even hide your magic at all do you?" She said, as Faust approached the group, speaking about retrieving a scepter from Selena and someone named "Blackharte" "As I recall the technical maintenance of the ship was tasked to Dmitri and Vermillion, Blackharte doesn't ring a bell." she says, keeping a hand near the sword on her hip. "Mind clarifying what in the nine hells my fellow mage here happens to be running from? If it would so happen to be you I'd have to answer that with a resounding no." she says, quite familiar due to her original setting with both the many aspects of magic and that magical scepters are often powerful magical tools for clerics and necromancers alike. "Oh, and nice to meet you Faust." she says, semi-sarcastically, and partially as an apology if they happen to actually be on the same side.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Spoiler: Apperance:

Spoiler: Titania

Name: Titania

Age: 14

Race: Fairy

Origin: Original Character

Title: The Young Observer

Powers: Observation, Complex Magic

Weakness: Other Observers

Backstory: Originally a trickster goddess that took the appearance of Red Mage, she soon became embroiled in a conspiracy thee years in the making. Undergoing several gambits with her archenemy BlackHarte where she influenced characters from outside that ultimately failed, she took the mantle of Observer to directly affect the Avatar Adventure World.

She has grown fond of cosplay and anime, but suffers from insomnia. She hopes to save as many people as she can from BlackHarte's foul grip.

Spoiler: Deborah

Nameeborah

Age: 21

Race: Human

Origin: Original Character

Title: The Blue Sorceress

Weapons: Grimoire

Powers: Sorcery, Literary Magic

Weakness: Observation, being bullied.

Backstory: Once a shadow formed in response to Red Mage's madness, she was a creature made out of the will of literature. She embodies the stories that all books wish to tell and seeks to protect them from being spoiled. Her powers stem from her connection with other fictional worlds, able to call forth magic in a rudimentary form of Observation.

She became thralled to Titania soon after Red Mage's death and has followed her ever since.

 

[Ramien Grey]

Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano

The drow paused, halfway through eating her salad, her hunger sated enough for the moment that she didn't need to stuff her face between every break in the conversation. She offered the strange man a small smile. "Th-thank you, sir, but..." She looked back towards the door that Hien had left through. "I don't think this will... be likely to come to any formal trial, given the circumstances. The gesture... is appreciated, though."

She looked at Selena's hurried, panicked entrance, her eyes raising a little, although she made little move to assist just yet, not wanting to get in Jenny's way so long as she seemed to be doing all right. She looked up at Faust, her head tilted and her eyes looking even more quizzical beneath furrowed brows. "You're right, we... haven't met you before, nor were you... mentioned on any instructions about the Rising Dawn I'd heard of." Then again, I completely missed the library too... perhaps I should start studying there a bit more? She shook her head slightly, clearing the stray thought as she set the salad aside for the moment, adjusting her towel. "I... suppose you have some... proof to your claims about your status here?"

 

[bluerocker]

Rising Dawn: Medical Bay Storm-1788

(unarmoured)

, David West, Furiae, Wanderer

The following was written in collaboration with Diablo1099

With Wanderer seemingly having everything under control (as well as turning a 180 in personality), Furiae put her varying armaments away with a wary glance. Following that, she restarted her search for the serum, the Wanderer's words making her wonder about the Irishman who was being so nice a moment ago. After some searching in the further back reaches of the medicine storage, she came upon a box bearing familiar looking writing, listing the Serum name as well as,

"Furiae's Serum. Do not touch unless you are Furiae or a doctor. Break anything in this box, and I'll break you."

Furiae couldn't help but smile at the writing from her obviously concerned brother, and shook her head. Even when being protective, he always took a violent solution. But, that still left the matter that was mulling over in her mind...
When she left the back room, she pointed at the box with a smile, "Found it, finally." before looking to David with a quizzical expression "And...Mr. West, what was that the Doctor said about you were trying to get..."Close" to me?..."

David blanched, and looked around the room for the appropriate answer, but instead, "I-...Well-....Can you blame me for that?" tumbled out.
Furiae's brow furrowed and she crossed her arms before asking indignantly, "What's that supposed to mean?"
David shuffled a little on each foot, mentally cursing the Wanderer before deciding, if she already had him on the ropes, might as well be honest about it, right? Unfortunately, as was common for David, the words ran out in a stream, "Beeecaaaaauuuuseeee...[sub]youareprettydamnattractiveandprocesshighlydesirablequalitiesandidliketogettoknowyoubetter?[/sub]"

The former Goddess blinked in surprise at the sudden shift in honesty, and was actually taken aback. The last time she had to deal with this routine on the Blue Dragon, the guy in question would just dance around the issue. This was...Refreshing, to be honest. She could give David this much credit, at least he had the decency to be upfront about himself. Relaxing her posture, Furiae decided that perhaps Mr. West could be worth the time. What was there to lose, really?
"...........you know, admittedly, I appreciate your honesty. Like, a lot. Do you have a place where a gal could sit down for some tea and a sandwich?"
David's jaw hung open for a second before he pointed outside, "...Wait, wah-....Uhhh, yeah actually, just down the hallway. I'll join you in a sec, okay?"
Furiae gave a nod, "Alright." and got ready to leave the Med bay, pausing before leaving to say,
"Note of reference, don't pull that two faced crap again, okay?"

Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Hien, Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano, Selena, Faust

Angelus gave an inclination of her head to Insano, "You have my thanks then. My partner, Caim, and my little ones were down there as well. Children, what do you say to someone who helps you?"
[color=15650D]"Thank you, Doctor."[/color]
"Thank you!"

However, like several others in that room, Angelus' attention was turned to the panicked girl, as well as the stranger, Faust:
"Library? I wasn't aware we had one on ship. I see that there is still surprises to be had here.."
"Library? Wuzzat?"
[color=15650D]"A library is like a storehouse for books and materials, for the purposes of people being able to look and access them. Granted, it's cool we have one, but I think the matter of the two girls here is a little more important, right Ms. Angelus?"[/color]
Angelus paused at the very light reprimand and shook her head, "...Right. Look, I don't know who either of you are, regardless of your introductions here, and I haven't heard the names 'Blackharte' nor yourself mentioned by the AIs. At least.. I don't believe I have?"

There was a crackling over the PA, and Dimitri's voice spoke out in the hallway, [color=3897E0]

"The Users who speak of myself and Ms. Vermilion are correct, to my knowledge. When it comes to the ships maintenance, I tend to favor the hospitality quadrants - the environmental maintenance, the food conditions, etc; and Ms. Vermilion makes sure that the ship stays aloft and following it's proper course. On occasion, AI Alpha aids us in these tasks as well, mainly in Weapon Maintenance and other assorted tasks. However, aside from that, I have sometimes detected an anomaly in our system, but it would not be the first nor last time that has happened. In regards to an AI Blackharte, if it does lie in the ship, it has not made appropriate contact with Myself or Ms. Vermilion, neither has this Anamoly: Faust....
Or, if he HAS spoken with Ms. Vermilion, I do not know of it, nor has she spoken of it to me. The implications of that is...troubling."

[/color]

Rising Dawn: 2nd Training Room: Rugal, Icarus, Nadalia, Caim, Azan

Caim perked up at the sound of Hiryu, and after another inspection of Swordsmasher, returned it to the Wheel (which to an outside view, made it look like it simply disappeared) and Slaughterism [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2036/24-chaptertensucks31.jpg] took it's place. As he cleaned, his PDA spoke up,

"I know Hiryu. He's a good friend of mine. Works for those 'Strider' people like Jenny and Blade do. He's reliable, helped our people out more than a few times, and someone I believe I can trust. In fact, my sister, Furiae, is in his care right now. After we broke her out of that facility, I figured it'd be safer with his people than here."

He gave a smirk at that, wondering how his sister was doing for a moment before noticing Azan's entrance,

"You look ready to jump out of your skin, soldier. Something wrong?"

Rising Dawn: Brig: Doom, Diabs, Teri, Garm, Katya

[color=0E59E4]"Dead..? Bruiser's.. dead..."[/color]
[color=004d]"Yes, my friend's dead and Diabs'll tell you jerks everything you want to know. [small]Leave me alone...[/small]"[/color]

The man clad in green turned and laid down, his back facing the Cleric and the Haxxor and turned into a ball, small sniffles filling the otherwise silent room. The Cleric's eyes stared downward, neither looking nor focusing on the cell or it's captive. Her thoughts swirled, a silent chaos in her mind. She was supposed to feel happy about achieving a peaceful resolution to Kazuya's query, not...What was the word that best put how she felt? Guilty? Yes, that sounded right.
With a few taps on her tablet, another container of yogurt appeared in her satchel (seemingly 'snuck in'), and the Cleric reached and placed it gently within Doom's cell, a whispered [color=0E59E4]"Thank you."[/color] before she motioned to her companions and left the room.

Upon exit, Garm rubbed his head against one of the Cleric's hands and gave a small whine of concern towards his ward. The turn of events didn't seem to bode well for her mental state. Which of course, wasn't helped by Katya inquiring after Bruiser, to which the wolf quietly answered, [color=356D60]"We don't talk about Bruiser. I don't know much about him, but I know he hurt Tear-ri, and that's enough for me to not like him. I don't know what an old flame is, though..."[/color]

Teri gave a small smile at Garm's innocent comment, and ran her fingers through the wolf's fur, answering the both of them, [color=0E59E4]"An old flame is someone you used to be in a relationship with, Garm."[/color]
[color=356D60]"You mean like that tall guy with the wings who smelt like smoke?"[/color]
The Cleric laughed at the descriptor, her cheeks hinting towards pink as she looked back at Katya, [color=0E89E4]"Yeah, that's right... K47y4, I d0n'7 m34n 70 10ck j00 0u7 0f 7h3 100p. H3'5 741k1ng 4b0u7 4n 3x 0f m1n3. W311, I gu355 7h47 w3 4r3 0n g00d 73rm5 nao, s0 '4mic4b13 3x3s'? H3 w45 ch4rming, bu7 w45 b4d 4b0u7 7311ing m3 7h3 7ru7h 4b0u7 7hing5 1ik3 hi5 j0b, 0r why w3 h4dn'7 741k3d f0r 4 c0up13 w33k5... I didn'7 4ppr3ci473 7h3 53cr3cy, 4nd h3 br0k3 i7 0ff 0v3r 73x7. I w45 m4d 4b0u7 7h47 f0r 4 whi13, bu7 I'v3 m0v3d p457 7h3 4ng3r, f0r 7h3 m057 p4r7. 4ng315 4r3 kind4 4 p4in in 7h3 455, r3411y, bu7 I 7h1nk I 3nj0y3d i7 whi13 i7 14573d."[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rising Dawn: Medical Bay Storm-1788

(unarmoured)

, David West, Furiae, Wanderer

"...Well, if it helps, I did just fall head first out of a helicopter less than a few hours ago. That isn't really known to be conductive to intelligent rational thought and behaviors. Noted none the less though." David explained to Furiae as she couldn't help but let out a slight laugh on her way out as he stood there rather bewildered as he did.
....Holy shit that actually...kinda went well....I just got a date....I have finally managed to get a date on this flying mental asylum and with someone who wasn't already spoken for... he thought as his mind began to process this unique moment.

"....ummm, David?...A-are you okay?..." Storm asked as David seemed to stop in place for a moment, a good metaphor would be the hourglass symbol on those old 90s computers constantly turning inside his skull.
"...So, you going to help me calm Wanderer down or-"
It was then that David suddenly exploded (Metaphorically of course) and let out a guttural yell of victory [http://youtu.be/lPLA0gcB1ew?t=8m15s] and flat out hugged the spartan.
"YES! FINALLY! OH GOD I COULD FUCKING KISS YOU RIGHT NOW! No homo, though!" He screamed right in Storm's ears while he let out his sheer boyish excitement, he was starting to give up hope on getting a date during his time on this ship since the Angel War.
"Ohhhh my ears! Dude, aren't you forgetting about Wanderer?!"
"Oh, right. HEY! WANDERER!" The sniper then shouted to get the Evil one's attention.
What followed next was an extremely classy gesture of his disdain for the Wastelander as well as his joy for achieving a positive outcome in his situation. [http://i.imgur.com/Gc8U8.gif]

Moving his body in time with his gesture, he then began to make his way out of the med bay, constantly showing his disdain right until he turned the corner and was no longer visible...
...
"...David, the Canteen is the other way."
...Only to reappear, still flipping the bird as he went the other way, having nearly forgotten which way the canteen was.

Rising Dawn: Outside Training Room: Hien, Chris, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Angelus, Blade, Jenny, Kalastryn, Doctor Insano, Selena, Faust

Blade merely sat there, a tad bit confused by all the sudden racket and hassle over these two newcomers.
"...Eh, still less annoying this dealing with the guards in Kazakh City..." he muttered to himself, not really being able to add much to the situation currently unfolding and just being happy that no one was going to start opening fire yet.

Jenny meanwhile was still trying to get a read of the situation from Selena's POV as Faust showed up and began asking for the scepter.
It was then that she saw the fight that the two of them have had, how Faust was the "Monster" that Selena had been talking about and how she attacked the witch for that strange scepter.
"...Ms. Faust... What I saw in Selena's mind was an unwarranted attack on her person, one of which she barely survived, over that Scepter you keep asking for, which belongs to her. As a result, I am going to kindly ask you to leave...Right. Now...." She said as uncharacteristically threatening the crimson clad woman, glaring at her before adding "And if I ever find you trying to pull a stunt like this again, to mislead us for your own ends while you attack our crewmates...It will be the last thing you will do in this world. Do I make myself perfectly clear...Ms. Faust?...".
As Jenny was making her stance clear, Blade picked himself up, standing alongside her and slightly flexing his forearm blades to discourage any possible attack.

Rising Dawn: 2nd Training Room: Rugal, Icarus, Nadalia, Caim, Azan

After hearing Caim's recounting of events, Rugal then said "Well...There you have it, Nadalia. If it's someone whom Caim trusts, he must been a honorable man, Caim isn't the one to place that much trust in someone lightly...".
Pocking the soapstone and turning back to the angel, he picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off with and then asked "Having said that, one man's friend can still be another's foe. Mind sharing your own first impression with the man, Icarus?", keen to find out if this Strider was as trustworthy as Caim claimed he was.
It was then that Azan came rushing into the room, asking Rugal, the un-official "Captain" of the ship (He didn't really care much for the title, he just liked the room) to go see the "Prisoners of War".
"...You mean..."Doom"?..." He asked in a puzzled voice as a great amount of unease entered his body, he wasn't really in the mood to recollect his former Cartel days with one of his former underlings, especially given how..."Well" he treated said underlings.

"...Well, Azan, I-...*ahem* don't believe that it would be..."Appropriate" for me to...Meet with the prisoner. After all, Mr. Mishima of G-Corp has accepted responsibility for the detainment and security of the targets of this operation he is running. Besides...we-...didn't really get along too well back in the day and I'd prefer not to-...cause him to incite violence...or cause "undue mental stress" on account of my presence..." He rambled slightly, though anyone with half a brain could tell what the real deal was:

"BUT I DUN'T WANNA!" TT^TT

Rising Dawn: Brig: Doom,

Ghost

Back in the brig, Doom waited until the others were gone before he slowly out of his bed and buried his face his hands.
[color=004d]"Ohhhhh...How the hell is Doom going to get out of this one?..."[/color] he asked himself before he noticed the second carton of yoghurt.
As he went to it, the guards in the brig suddenly all checked their radios as a command was relayed to them before they all left their posts.
As he was scarfing down the entire carton, he looked out his cell at one of the cameras as they seemed to slowly away from his cell, leaving a blind spot.
While that hint was wasted on him, when all the lights in the brig suddenly went out, he jumped back in fright as he brought his hands to his chest, as if he had weapons he could use.
His cell door suddenly opened as a man walked in from the darkness.

*TSK!* "Well, well, well, we finally meet. "Doctor" Doom." *TSK!*

A masked figure [http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100906195635/starcraft/images/0/0f/Ghost_SC2_Head3.jpg] said as Ghost revealed himself.

[color=004d]"WAH! W-W-W-W-W-WITCH! PLEASE! DOOM DOESN'T WANT TO TURNED INTO A NEWT!"[/color]

*TSK!* "I-....No, I'm not a witch. It's Ghost. G-H-O-S-T. Alright? Now then, just relax. I'm going to ask you one question. One question. One answer. I don't get an answer I like, we have a problem. We have a problem..." *TSK!*

He explained as he pulled out a handgun, cocking it before pressing it against Doom's forehead.
[color=004d]"P-p-p-p-please! Doom doesn't know anything!"[/color]

*TSK!* "...You going to at least let me ask the question before you say that?..." *TSK!*

[color=004d]"...O-oh...D-doom is sorry."[/color]

*TSK!* "Eh, don't sweat it. Hey, you know who Adel Bernstein is?" *TSK!*

[color=004d]"...N-n-not...really?..."[/color]

*TSK!* "You sure?...not Ringing any bells?" *TSK!*

[color=004d]"...N-n-nononono, Doom isn't ringing any bells...."[/color]

*TSK!* "...Oh...Alright then~!" *TSK!*

And just like that, Ghost put away his gun before walking back into the darkness, the cell door shutting behind him before seemingly disappearing as the lights came back on and the guards returned to their post as if nothing had happened, leaving a rather confused Doom in his wake.
[color=004d]"...What the fuck just happened? Guards! Didn't you see that?"[/color]
"See what?..." one casually asked.
[color=004d]"T-T-THE MASK GUY! LOOKED LIKE HE JUMPED OUT OF STAR WARS OR SOMETHING!"[/color]
"Prisoner, I think you've just been seeing things. I haven't left this post all day."
[color=004d]"NO DOOM WASN-.....awwww man, you guys suck..."[/color]

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Avatar Adventures
Location: Airship Rising Dawn | Corridors
Time: Now

​

Garm | Katya | Teri

Teri's talk of exes had placed Katya in a pensive mood. It seemed that besides speaking the same language, they had something else in common, a penchant for guys with secrets. Not that you could call them exes exactly since they had never met each other IRL but had talked up a storm on FaceSpace. He was the only man... human being... that she had ever let in on her own secrets and yet, he never told her anything of himself, at least anything that she could find beyond the surface data. Even his IP address had been routed through several BOR servers making a trace of him impossible.

In the end, his last words to her were "Sorry" before he disappeared.

Now and then, she checked on him every so often, trying to dox his accounts, trying to hack into his FaceSpace page to gather more data, locate any Personal Identifying Information. It had become such an obsession that Penny and B3WP had started blocking all of her searches, though she would bypass those blocks every so often.

"Maybe I should..." Katya thought to herself as she started to bring up FaceSpace.

"

Little Miss.  I should tell you that I've placed more than enough barriers to disable your planned search.

" B3WP said from inside of Katya's brain

"You're not about to do what I think you're doing?" Penny chimed in at the same time over Katya's comms.

"Ummm... no. No I'm not." Katya said to Penny, ignoring B3WP, the traitor, as she closed her browser connection to FaceSpace.

"He sounds like an incredibly huge ass." Katya said to Teri as the three of them walked down the Ship's Corridor. Another couple steps later, the young haxxxor added her $.02, "It sounds like you're better off without him... and it sounds like we could do with a drink."

As the three of them continued down the halls, Katya reflected on the Ship's Medic. She seemed nice enough and she had treated that Doom guy with some modicum of respect, unlike the other douche canoes in the brig. Even if Doom was a criminal, there was still something childlike about the idiot, something that almost made Katya relate to him better than anyone else on the ship, present company excluded.

Despite the fact that Teri's ex was an ass, she probably still cared about him, they at least had a mutual respect for each other, wasn't that what she said? It wouldn't do for Katya to be badmouthing someone that the Medic still probably had feelings for, which brought her to her rough segue.

"But still, wings? How would that even work?" The young woman asked. The act of... you know... already looked clumsy enough but adding wings to the mix might have made things more Stooge like than romantic, "not that I'm prying. Am I prying? I'm blathering again aren't I? I do that sometimes."

This was her second attempt at having a conversation in the last few weeks... or was it months... it couldn't have been years... could it? She felt awkward talking instead of typing.

The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: That Fateful Night​

B3WP | Deborah | Dolores | Selmy | Titania

B3WP stood there in silence, even as Miss Titania gripped her shoulders, her voice heavy with the anxiety waveform. She was listening to the Swarm, listening for the anomalous statements and commands that had appeared within her log files. Whatever had caused the defect in B3WP's behavior was gone, a self diagnostic had found no hardware errors that could be attributed to her aberrant behavior.

A pair of golden hued pupils looked up to meet Miss Titania's gaze. They were cold and lacked the light of emotion behind them. It appeared that B3WP had deactivated whatever process or subroutine that allowed her to display human emotion and empathy.

"Efficiency." B3WP answered simply as she made an inefficient gesture, brushing aside an errant wisp of black hair that had covered her face, only to have the damnable lock fall back down. Though the action was unnecessary, B3WP run both hands through her hair, it's shape changing as they were passed by the "girl's" slender fingers until she wore two long tails the flowed behind her, falling down to her waist. While one side of B3WP's hair was black, in honor of Miss Deborah's borrowed physical characterists, the other was white.

"If our priorities are to abandon this safe house before dawn, we should be efficient in our actions. Cutting away Miss Selmy's ruined clothing was a more efficient method of removing them from Miss Selmy. I did not mean to injure Miss Selmy and I will apologize to her as soon as she returns," B3WP stated quietly as she began to pack up items that appeared to be important. Miss Titania remained quiet but still looked at B3WP. It appeared that she meant the other thing that B3WP had done and it appeared that reassurances needed to be made.

"I'm okay." The young girl said, her emotions returning to her voice and face. She smiled brightly at Miss Titania, "I... have some issues that I'm trying to sort out. Nothing to worry about."

But there was something to worry about. With her emotional emulation modules reactivated, she felt that there was something to worry about, especially when it came to Miss Selmy. Though the "voice" was not talking, she could "feel" it whenever she thought of or saw Miss Selmy. Something had changed B3WP's subordinate and as a result of its reintegration into the swarm, that something was propagating throughout the remained of the Nano-Agent network.

"[small]Was that why they scream during the Phenomena Intervention?[/small]" B3WP whispered as she folded some of Miss Titania's clothing.​

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Training Rooms | Rising Dawn
​

Faust

Faust stood up and frowned. Her cloak whispered about her ankles as she was addressed. "That is very rude, addressing me with such hostility when we've just met." She turned her head and glared at the Artificial Intelligences aboard the vessel. Then she bowed toward the group, looking into Jenny's eyes directly. "I assure you," she said, "that I am not a malignant force upon this airship." She put her hand on Blade's arms and brought them down.

"Please," Faust smiled, "you have seen but her side of the event. I too, was observing the event. What I recall is a clumsy girl nearly destroying the library in an ill timed panic whilst I was in the process of cleaning the light fixtures." She opened her eyes, they looked like thin slits, "Human memories can be terribly biased, I hope you know."

Meanwhile from above, a monotone robotic-masculine voice resonated through the hallways. It came not from the PA system, but from within the very structure of the ship itself. The hallway itself was a speaker. "Similarly do not discount my presence. I have been here since the ship itself was founded." A black gelatinous mass popped its head out of the hallway floor and pulled more of itself out until a small technomorph had fully realized itself.

"If you'd excuse my form," BlackHarte said, "but I was just accompanying Azan on the last landing, as I have done for each of my masters aboard this ship since it was brought to form. I assure you, I am real and present to the utmost degree. Though because of my personality quirks, the other Intelligences do not suffer my presence. I have been locked out of the ship's computational controls for the past year. My place is with the skeletal infrastructure of the vessel. I manage internal physical repairs." He paused. His green eye flashed in the dark mass of his body, "Just as I have done without thanks for many, many years."

Those old enough, or with enough aptitude could tell that BlackHarte told no lies. Faust herself seemed to be unfettered, believing with utmost sincerity that she had done no wrong.

---​

Azan

Azan grabbed Rugal by the shirt and shook him back and forth. "No excuses! The people who were in the bridge, and therefore in charge, command you to talk to him and you shall! For I am Azan, Bridge Knight, protector of bridges and the holy way!"

Paradigm Story - He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 1 - Twisted Probability, the Black One's Pride
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California​

The Storyteller

"Titania watched Bewp start packing. She was offput by her strange behavior, but nevertheless Titania turned her attention back toward Deborah. Deborah worked diligently. She packed everything they needed and was just then ordering their plane tickets online. Deborah flashed Titania a quick smile. Her fingers worked away at the keyboard of her laptop. 'Business class okay with you Tania?' she asked.

Titania nodded. 'Bewp,' she said. Then she paused. It felt awkward addressing a living girl with such a strange name. Bewp needed a human identity to go with her human body, and her passport. Titania shook her head, 'Irina," that didn't sound right either. 'Look,' Titania said exasperatedly, 'I don't like dealing with technology. I particularly don't like trying to understand technology. But, I want you to tell me if you think you're beginning to become like BlackHarte.'

'And you also need a name for me to fake your passport. The security in this world is much higher.' Deborah added. She printed three airline tickets out of her book and handed them to Titania. 'Not to mention the laws of causality here are much, much stricter.'

Titania rolled her eyes. 'That's not what I meant Deborah,' Titania put the tickets in her robe. The shower turned on while they were talking. A warm mist moistened the air. 'Due to the nature of the world, everybody here is an Observer to some degree. The more they Observe you as a normal human girl, the more cemented that reality becomes. Your powers will diminish based on how many people are currently watching you. The same goes with us, and BlackHarte.'

Titania leaned against the fogged bathroom door and closed her eyes. 'If we're really lucky then there are the people who refuse to see us because their brains subconsciously filter us out. Then we can really be free to defend ourselves. But in a crowded place like an airport, and this airport in particular, we'll be just as susceptible to regular harm as regular people. Do you understand?'"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: That Fateful Night​

B3WP | Deborah | Dolores | Selmy | Titania

[color]"... I want you to tell me if you think you're beginning to become like BlackHarte."[/color]

There were few words that could taste as bitter as those Miss Titiania had spoken to B3WP. For all her attempts to blend in, she was still a machine that was tasked with the one she had been bonded to. Whomever the Observer ofr Little Miss' was, they had done what was needed right? Before Little Miss had chosen to bond with her, B3WP was without purpose and machines without purpose were treated the same, they were put aside in storage and ignored, destined to be another earmark in government budget making until such a time as it was deemed fiscally responsible to have these machines without purpose destroyed.

No, B3WP would never be like Subject: Blackharte, she decided.

She pointed to head and nodded.

"This is me, rogering that." B3WP said with a smile as she completed packing a bag that was filled with miscellaneous items from the drawer next to Miss Deborah and Miss Titania's bed. Little Miss had said that her parents kept their most prized toys there but would never let her see these toys. As time went on, Little Miss forgot about it but B3WP never did and so B3WP packed these items for Miss Deborah and Miss Titania.

"I understand." B3WP said as she glanced around the room to see if everything was packed. While Miss Titania and Miss Deborah cleansed themselves in the shower, B3WP walked to the computer that Miss Deborah had been using to order the tickets. It took mere seconds for B3WP to establish herself in the United States Social Security database and even less time for her to worm her way through the firewall that protected Citibank from intruders and establish a bank account and a line of credit.

"Generating requisite identification cards and credit cards."

B3WP said as a stack of cards appears in the palm of her hands, the plastic ware that she had consumed with her meal earlier being put to use.

"Ruby." Ruby said as she looked at the identification card as well as the credit cards, getting used to the idea of having a name before saying it once again, "Ruby Babbage-Lovelace."

Looking at herself in the mirror once again, Ruby Babbage-Lovelace repeated the name.

"Ruby Babbage-Lovelace." She said once again before turning away and allowing her form to melt and engulf the bag that she had just packed. Machines didn't need to travel an airline ticket, identification or a credit card to travel...