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

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Airship Rising Dawn | Hangar
Time: 10:00 AM EST​

Hello Hand! Meet Forehead! Forehead, meet Hand!

It seemed that Katya's own lack of anything remotely resembling social skills had offended Wanderer. It wasn't that Katya had meant that Wanderer being radioactive made him an outcast, it was more along the lines of Wanderer's radioactivity, no matter how low, made him apt to making other things radioactive.

"Sorry!" Katya muttered slightly above a level of being under her breath, " I wasn't trying to be mean about living in your home. It's just that being radioactive has got make finding friends sort of hard. I mean I'm sure that it's a nice shack but isolating yourself up there has got to be lonely."

She was transferring. Not data but more along the lines of emotions. She, like Wanderer, had been forced to live life outside of the crowds. The difference was, while Wanderer could make people sick after a long enough exposure in his presence, Katya needed to stay away from people in order to keep her from getting sick. The side effect of her treatments had ravaged her auto-immune system to a dangerously low level, at least that was the case before B3WP was bonded to her.

Looking outside at their Autumn surroundings in the New England countryside, Katya couldn't help but agree with Wanderer's sentiments. The world was wonderful once you got to experience it.

"Anyways. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you homesick."

What in the... was Katya being civil... for once? It seemed that the crew was having a strange effect on her personality.

"So you eat junk? My parents say that I eat that too."

 

[StormShaun]

FLASHBACK.
Wanderer, & Katya.
Location: VTOL.

Pondering at Katya's question, Wanderer thought about what would be considered junk. "Um, potato crips, sugar bombs, noodles, and Mac and cheese. That's all the pre-war stuff, found in the rubble." He said, scratching the soft stubble on his chine. "You could consider my homebrew alcohol and drugs ... definitely the drugs." He said awkwardly, especially at the mention of drugs, which he viewed in more of a battle perspective compared to this world.

"Not the worst crap I've tried, there has always been ... worse ... meats." Wanderer said, closing his eyes as he was taken back to one of his worse memories. Pinching his cheek slightly, he returned to a more better mood, putting on a semi-forced smile. "The food is much better here though. The same for friends, I don't have a "kill one hundred people to get one friend" ratio going on." Said Wanderer, whose thoughts were partly confused for talking this much about himself.

[sub]"The Lone Wanderer for a reason, huh?"[/sub]

Speaking under his breath, he wanted the topic to be a little lighter. "So what do you do for fun?"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Airship Rising Dawn | Hangar
Time: 10:00 AM EST​

Wanderer might not have known it but he had asked quite the loaded question. Between surfing the internet, breaching high security networks, hunting down criminals, killing them and harvesting their body for raw bio materials in order to extend her own life, there was little else besides a penchant for shopping at some rather expensive boutiques, not that money was any object since she could just simply extend her credit limit with a few keystrokes here and there. Even if the murdering of a murderer was fun, did it mean that the work was any less important? Did it mean that they didn't deserve it less?

Katya realized that Wanderer was staring at her and that she was just sort of zoning out, lost in an ocean of thoughts regarding the morality of what she considered fun.

"Oh, um. This and that. Stuff. Yeah. I like to do stuff for fun." The Haxx0r that looked like Oshino Shinobu stated vaguely. She wagered it might be better if she showed him. Pulling out her mobile phone, Katya quickly hacked into Boston's metro net and pulled up a series of traffic cameras, connecting them to the FBI's facial recognition database.

"Here we go." Katya said as she duplicated her phones screen onto a monitor, "That man in the Grey SUV is Mad Adam, responsible for some 33 hits for La Madre Vacca. The witnesses to his murders have ended up either disappeared or later recanted their testimony thanks to his connections. Let's see how he likes it when his car malfunctions."

~BEEP~

The SUV on the monitor suddenly accelerated through the traffic light as it sent a cloud of white smoke from its screeching tires. The scene suddenly cut to an interior camera located within the car itself, the driver's surprised face dominated anything else as he attempted to reassert his control over the out of control vehicle. The radio suddenly turned on and started playing a song...


The camera cut to another one located in front of the car, which was pointed directly at the lowered ramp of a car transport. The car was suddenly airbourne, the horn blaring "La Cucaracha" as the SUV took flight directly into the open jaws of a car crusher. The monitors suddenly went black as the car and its passenger was converted in a small metal cube.

"Heheheheh." Katya chuckled to herself.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Massachusetts Institute of Technology | Boston | Massachusetts | United States
Time: 11:30 AM EST​

Azan

Azan felt self-assure, knowing fully that Kazuya had ignored his question to tend to matters of another sort. The sort that dealt with a customary dress up of a heroine figure. Azan did not feel much for the outfits of many of the others, taking small slender and somewhat heathenish forms and costumes, but he did recognize the armor of the Black Swordsman being donned by the wyrm-riding blood knight.

Azan stood uncomfortably underneath two sets of heavy plate armor. It was also unbearably hot. It would have been an apt idea to remove the layer of heat-insulating padding that was within Havel's armor. Unfortunately Azan's intellectual keenness failed him unexpectedly. Azan positioned himself next to Caim, Dragon Tooth in hand.

"How are we expected to find such a diminutive man in throngs of perverts and heretics?" The thought was aloud and to no one in particular. He stood and looked at the Space Marines that held the 'security' of the place in check. Since Azan was far too encumbered to climb to the service entrances and far too large a man to fit through the air vents he decided that he would enter the building through the main gate.

Indeed he walked toward the main gate, cutting off much of the uncouth masses and made an attempt to enter through the gate.

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Spoiler: Paradigm Story

He Who Would be God
Chapter: 3 - Superposition of Threads - Observing Eyes
Location: In Transit​

The Storyteller

Ruby. A name that felt familiar and distant at the same time. Her very existence seemed incongruent with the reality around her. The stranger was simultaneously more vivid than the dull environment and so plain that it would be easy to overlook her. The world around her seem to bend in an attempt to supersede her while being under her control. Her eyes were haunting, a look that lend itself to a frightful eternity.

"After you pulled the fire alarm people started to panic, and in the confusion Lambda lost herself in the crowd and vanished, right?" The waitress said. I wish I knew her name. She nodded to herself in sly confirmation. "I am sure of it, and then afterwards you boarded your flight in the panic."

It seemed improbable that the 9/11-shocked era would have allowed a plane to board passengers between a murder and fire alarm. Ruby seemed to acknowledge this.

"It was a massive-scale intervention by a third party," Ruby said, "a figure that we would meet and deal with for the rest of our journey. A figure that dealt with the entirety of perceived reality wherein I, and many others like me existed."

"Are you telling me God saved you?" I didn't mean to sound dismissive, but that was how it sounded once I heard my own voice. Ruby held her stoic expression however.

"No." Ruby turned to look down the hallway as a nurse walked by. Her footsteps echoed in the silent room. The pause held to the air tightly, unable to be broken by anything other than death itself. It lingered long, but death found it sooner or later. Rolling wheels and pounding feet tore a hole in the tranquility. The waitress was holding her breath, biting her bottom lip. "It was not God."

I leaned forward. The soft beep from my heart rate monitor hastened. "Then who was it?"

"An azure so deep it was even darker than black, but you will not understand yet.

Ruby took her seat at the window, Mother Deborah sat in the middle and Mother Titania sat in the aisle seat. In the intervening chaos she had redone her hair, binding it into a neat ponytail. It made her look even younger than she was. Titania closed her eyes and drifted into a sweet slumber. Selmy sat in first class. When they boarded the staff gawked at her ID and whisked her away into the priority section. She seemed somewhat bewildered. But in the absence of her Observer, the darkness inside of Ruby began to stir again.

The plane taxi'd for takeoff. Soon they had left San Francisco behind and were drifting above a sea of clouds. The dull rumble of the engines was almost therapeutic. Deborah had regained her former composure, going over her book with a deep seriousness.

Ruby placed her head on Deborah's shoulder and closed her eyes halfway, staring out at the wing of the airliner as she drifted in and out of a sleepy stupor. A faint buzzing tickled the base of her head, like white noise. For the briefest moment she thought she saw Selmy standing on the wing, blonde hair flapping in the wind, body clad in an azure armor similar to that of Lambda's. Ruby blinked and shook her head, rubbing her eyes to take a better look.

Then her heart leaped into her throat. She felt like she was going to die. A black eye peered at her. A black blob shaped like a young girl holding a parasol. A single machine eye smiled at Ruby.

He, though it looked to be a girl Ruby felt very much the masculine presence, was overly vivid and obscenely plain at the same time. He stood out against the colors of the world, so black it was bright. He blended into the colors of the world, the black muddling the colors of everything around it.

W H Y A R E Y O U"

"Excuse me?" I coughed, the noise she made hurt my head. The waitress seemed similarly distressed. Ruby cleared her throat and looked around.

"I should come back another time perhaps. Let me just finish the exchange between me and... him before I leave."

 

[StormShaun]

FLASHBACK.
Wanderer, & Katya.
Location: VTOL.

For the majority of the 'example', Wanderer kept his mouth shut, wondering what this girl does for fun. By the time she had explained the target, Wanderer knew where this road was heading. As the scene played out, and the car entered the machine, Wanderer cocked his head at the contraption. When the crusher was done, the small metal cube was ejected. "Ah ..." He gasped, not shocked at usually horrifying scene.

His eyes focusing on the metal cube. Wanderer could just sense the trickling blood, which poured from object. Giving a nod, he accepted the death easily. "Killing a killer, I see, something we share too." Wanderer said, giving a nod once more, he motion giving off the notion that he was analyzing the scene in his mind. "Could be mistaken as a accident, no connection to you, and of course, no view of the actual death, making it lighter on not just your soul, but to everyone's around you. I see assassination has become more accessible to this time."

Wanderer was fairly interested in the assassination, or "vigilante justice" as others would put. Opening his eyes, they looked like the focus was gone from them, as if the man in front of her was looking at past memories ... of death. The look in them contained a fair sadness, yet acceptance. From his tone from before, blood was not just common to the man, but it was the very thing he saw most in his life.

"Bah, I can't help it." Wanderer threw up his arms, his eyes now looking as if he can't accept some of this world. "I can't see the fun, I guess." He said, his tone a little disappointed in himself. Looking back at Katya, he gave a bigger smile than usual, with a tad of normality to it, considering the topic. "Damn. I'm just too used to my code ... which is, allowing the enemy to see you before their passing." Wanderer expressed, except this time, his eyes betrayed his act, allowing a more colder mask to overtake the look he put on before.

If he were imitating anything, it would be a corpse's smile.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile ... Raiden would be proud.

Johnny Gat [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140318181551/villains/images/a/a8/Johnny_Gat_(Super_Saint)_close_up.jpg] Vs. Khamsin
Location: Desert Compound | USA: Texas | Avatar Adventure.
Time: Night

The "Wubs" in the air was enough to take off the tail of the Heli, ensuring that the gunner couldn't make pink mist out of Gat before it crashed into the desert outside, exploding in a mess of metal and audio feedback.
Khamsin however was more concerned with the notion that his hammer had now been sliced in two by Gat's Sword, something that seemed to concern him as some text appeared on his HUD:

Kill. Gat. Now.

With that same goal in mind, he then brought up the hands of his mech around Gat's body before slapping them together, attempting to try and swat the Saint's body between them like some kind of bug.

Meanwihle, the Cyborgs were starting to snap out of their trance now that the Wubs were gone and attempted to re-focus on Gat while his CO fought on.

 

[StormShaun]

Spoiler: Meanwhile ... El Gato enters the ring.

Johnny Gat [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140318181551/villains/images/a/a8/Johnny_Gat_(Super_Saint)_close_up.jpg] Vs. Khamsin
Location: Desert Compound | USA: Texas | Avatar Adventure.
Time: Night

When the mech decided to swat Gat, he was right in it's range, doing an amateur karate taunt seen in a old movie. Closing and opening his palm opening, Gat had a psychopathic smile. "Come get me *****." He said daringly. Yet when the hands came down, Gat was not there anymore. Instead he had jumped backwards, and just like in a action movie, he replaced his laser sword with two twin guns [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/6/67/SRIV_Pistols_-_Heavy_Pistol_-_Cumia_Magnum_-_Default.png/revision/latest?cb=20131028193411].

Opening fire, three shots with each guns, Gat targeted the mech's pilot, then had landed. Getting off his backside, Johnny began to run to each of the grunts. Staring with the ones just snapping out of trance, he unleashed a furious mix of drop kicks, high flying clotheslines, and nut smacking attacks [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXUBf6gBeQQ]. As for the people who had began to firing on him, Johnny used the rest of his in-chamber bullets as distractions, until his physical attacks would break them. After all, he would have the best fun with the pilot.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile ... El Gato enters the ring.

Johnny Gat [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140318181551/villains/images/a/a8/Johnny_Gat_(Super_Saint)_close_up.jpg] Vs. Khamsin
Location: Desert Compound | USA: Texas | Avatar Adventure.
Time: Night

Having a few hollow point bullets in your body would usually cause a bit more damage, but Desperado Merc were made of harder stuff.
While he was bleeding from 3 holes in his chest, Khamsin was still in control of his Mech while Gat engaged the rest of his men.
"You think I'm done, asswipe! Full power!" He commanded as the steel of his mech began to glow a super-heated red before suddenly charging forward in a massive burst of speed, plowing clear though the remaining buildings as he zoomed around in an attempt to hit Gat.
Meanwhile, one of the surviving civilians watched on before suddenly picking up a weapon and aided Gat against the remaining Mercs, seeing how the tide of battle was in their favor now

 

[Kalastryn]

Basically everyone.
Location: MIT Dropzone.

Seeing the exchange of the odd Deadpools getting on Nadalia's bad side by trying to buddy up to her made Kala think one thing. Well, Violet chose to give "The Iron Queen" A costume based on a damsel in distress? They'll blend in just about as well as a pirate ship gliding over land. Funny, I'd tell those freaks to leave her alone myself if it weren't for the need to blend in. This character is mute right?

She thought, and as she walked over to their exchange, pointing a finger at each of the Deadpools, then put her hands together and signed for them to separate by then spreading her hands in opposite directions with her palms out.

ARES on the other hand was quite a bit more direct. "I might inform you that the princess there is not your friend. Haven't you heard of "personal space?" She said, though trying to bluff a bit to keep up appearances. "It took a lot of work to get them to come here. She's nervous of crowds, so please do give the princess some room to breathe before she ends up having a panic attack."

She addresses the group, lending no hint as to whether or not "Panic" or "Attack" was the more important word.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Airship Rising Dawn | Hangar
Time: 10:00 AM EST​

The concept of a personal code of conduct in reference to those who would otherwise not have lost any sleep after stabbing you in the back was a rather foreign one to Katya. What was even more upsetting was the fact that Wanderer seemed to take offense at her display as he went into some sort of funk, his face setting into a false smile as he tried to pass off whatever he was feeling as something else, the l33t haxxx0r was unused to reading emotion from faces. On the internet it was so much easier to know what people were thinking since you could only take it at face value. To do otherwise would have meant that you'd spend much of your time wracking your brain over what the subtext of a person's private message was.

"Right." The Haxxx0r said simply as she looked out the window and saw they the VTOL was approaching MIT.

[hr]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Massachusetts Institute of Technology | Boston | Massachusetts | United States
Time: 11:30 AM EST​

Seeing as how the others weren't exactly listening to Katya's suggestion as to how they could not only gain entrance to the building but gain greater access to the events, Katya quickly started jabbing away at her mobile, accessing the event's wireless signal and gaining access to the MIT networks. It was a rather simple affair since the WIFI network at MIT had been designed to give its students wifi everywhere on campus. The only problem with that, from a security standpoint was that it also allowed an unwelcome intruder such as Katya and B3WP access to other devices on the wifi network, such as the event staff database.

The Database itself had been encrypted with a 128 bit encryption algorithm, a standard that had become so common that Katya didn't need to decrypt the output in order to understand what it was that she was looking at.

A couple of minutes later, new entries had been logged into the database using the existing biometric data that she had on the Rising Dawn Crew. Additionally, she had flagged their badges with Event Staff access that would give them free reign when wandering through the event building. The other buildings were a no go since that would mean enrolling the crew as Students at MIT. This would involve adding their data to the student database, designing a class roster, adding financial data and finally and most impossible of all, convincing the professors that the RD Crew had been students through out the semester. Then there was the fact that some of the crew looked way too old to be students.

"S33 j00 guys l@t3r!" Katya waved as she headed off towards the event registration to pick up her competitor's badge.

Spoiler: Paradigm Story: Biological Enhancement Weaponized Phage

He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 2 Superimposed Possibility, Phenomena Intervention
Location: SFO | San Francisco | California​

The Stranger

Despite my exterior facade, I wasn't so vapid as to not sense both the confusion displayed by The Waitress and Patient Zero, as I had taken to calling him, or the fact that Patient Zero was once again on the verge of another massive headache. Perhaps the revelation that the story which the former taxi driver and Grand Sire to the Waitress and I recited was not a story but a recitation of historical events in conjunction with the after effects of his reaction to the cafe's "special spices" was the cause. Or perhaps there was something else causing this, I'd been living quite the quiet life off the radar.

"Sorry about prolonging this but it was a request that was made of me, the type that I cannot refuse." Ruby said before starting the recitation once again.

"Even as I felt my body trembling at the sight of the figure perched on the aircraft's wing, part of me recounted a similar scene out of a movie in which the lead character swears that he sees a creature on the wing of the passenger airplane. Part as in a partition of my memory that I had removed from myself when assuming the form of Ruby Babbage-Lovelace. It was this partition that made me less human as it housed the routines that allowed me to reshape my form, to access wireless networks and the internet and the subroutines that allowed me to craft weapons out of my body. It was this portion of myself that stirred at the sight of the woman on the wing."

"'W H Y A R E Y O U?' The Entity queried as it glared at me through the window and suddenly I found myself screaming as sensation of my separate partition reintegrating itself within me caused my all too human pain receptors to fire off all at once. As loud as I heard myself scream, no one sitting near me looked at me. No one came to my aid. I was alone with the entity."

"The sudden cessation of the pain was surprising and I realized, subconsciously, that I was BEWP once again. I was once again a machine that had traversed dimensional boundaries to investigate a signal that was controlling Little Miss. Pressing my fingers against the window, a felt part of me pass between the molecules of silica that had been used to craft the aircraft's windows and I found myself standing on the wing of the aircraft, looking at the dark form. Even as I stood there across from the Subject, I could sense that I was still seated within the aircraft's cabin." I shifted in my chair, one of my legs had fallen asleep.

"When I spoke, I did not speak as I did in the presence of Mother Deborah or Mother Titania. I spoke as I once had."

"'Why am I?' I echoed back to the black form, 'Why are you?'"

"This was not a quip or joke in reference to what it had asked me. Rather this was a handshake between two machines. When establishing a network connection, the two machines in communication with each other perform a procedure known as a handshake. Its purpose is to ensure that the correct machine is being communicated with and that the communication is secure. As the handshake had been established, normal communications could commence."

"'Greetings Progenitor,' I, BEWP, stated, 'Why are you here? Why have you come to visit me? Explain your purpose.'"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Dropzone: Basically everyone

Rugal

While the rest of the crew was scoping the place out, Rugal was busy shaking his head at what he saw, sure, he had been to fancy dress balls before, but this was something else.
So many adults pretending to be kids again...urg, the youth these days... He thought as he rolled his eyes at the growing wave of Deadpool Wanna-bes who were bothering Nadaila.
While ARES and Kala was trying to be civil, Rugal was a lot more "Hands on" about getting them to piss the fuck off.
"Alright, kids, fun time is over, get the hell out of here!" He said before pulling one of them aside roughly, throwing him to the ground in a show of force to try and shatter the crowd.
This however merely got more ire from the group then anything.
"WHOA!...Thought this a E-sports event, not a FURRY Convention!"
"This guy trying to Yiff us?"
"Nice fursuit you Cockhead!"

"...The hell is a Furry?..." Rugal merely asked outloud, prompting even more laughter as the vein in his forehead threatened to burst out from under his mask.
The straw the broke the camels back as when one of them threw a cream pie at his face, causing him to pause before slowly wiping it off his mask and allowing him to get "Fully in Character". [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAM6mG6BWjw]
"...You really shouldn't have done that..." he growled as he raised the blood cover bat that seemed to be part of his character's costume before swinging it flat into the offending Deadpools chest with enough force to launch him back into his friends, knocking them all over like bowling pins, there was no more laughter after that.
"Right...ANYONE ELSE WANT TO JOKE ABOUT MY ATTIRE?!" He shouted, right before the hoard ran off, most of them having played Hotline Miami and already knowing where this could be going.
"That's what I though! Tch, kids these days...You Alright Nadalia?" He then asked as he wiped pie off his mask.

David

David all the while was looking at the guards while the others tried to find a way around them.
"Hmmm...Think I can get past them. Even if Cortex did go whole hog on the security, they are still just that, security for a convention. And I'm just a Western Enthusiast with a decommissioned M500..." He chuckled as he quickly cracked open his weapon and took out the firing pin, turning a handgun able to blow limbs clean off bodies into a simple prop, though he pocketed the pin for once he needed it.
"Alright, I'm going go in the front door. They shouldn't stop me for my equipment and even then, I should be able to talk my in. I'll keep you guys posted." He said to the group before moving towards the main entrance and got in line.
Once his turn came, he remained calm as he got his ticket.
"Well? how's the men? Admit 1, please." He asked in standard cowboy fashion, tipping his hat and all.
The guards eyed him up as the detector went off, prompting him to point to his spurs and weapon.
"At ease lads, they're props. Can't get that plastic shit, breaks if you so much as look at it too hard." He explained, the guards seeming to buy his excuse as they let him in.
"Thank aye kindly." David then said as he went inside, finding that the crowd inside was nearly twice as big as the one he just left behind and that just for one of the games they were hosting

Spoiler: DIGITAL SPORTS!

Blade

Blade was able to pass off as the Acid Ninja from Mortal Kombat with great ease, though he had enough of guards with really big guns for one lifetime so the front entrance was not something he was keen on.
"Well, Wanderer, if you want to go for the vents, I think I can make a distraction for you for anyone else..." Blade chuckled before he walked over to one of the sides of the building.
Rubbing his hands together, he then began to climb the side of the building competely unassisted, though he took his time to make it seem like he was just a guy in a special suit rather then some Pokemon Ninja.
All the while, the crowd was looking in awe as this guy put several of the Spiderman cosplayers to shame, his act being enough to ensure that the crowd and the guard's attention was on him.

Misc

If Katya was to look at the roster for the event while she was going though the network she would find that most of the guards weren't from MIT but rather were part of a Merc group called "Desperado Enforcement LLC" and seemed to be paid personally by Cortex or "Dr. Clancy Lang" himself, though that didn't explain the armor and weapons they had.
Also, it seemed most the building security systems were, rather wisely, competely unconnected from the building Wifi.
Finally, if anyone else wanted their "Staff Badge", they would have to pick it up in person from the Staff office inside the building.

The event registration area itself was away from the main entrance, sparing the pro-players from having to go though the convention to reach their games.
The man running the place, a rather bored looking Matt Horner cosplayer [http://files.starcraft-2.webnode.cz/200000207-866b686c93/matt.jpg], was reading a magazine and didn't even bother to look away from it as he printed off Kayta's badge before lobbing it at her.
While pro-gamers weren't given full access to the building, she did get free reign over the entire stage area for whatever game she signed up for (but only for that game), as well as bragging rights for being a "Real E-Sports Athlete".

The Metal Detectors could be switched off, but if Alpha was to look, the OS used to control them was custom coded, most likely by Cortex himself.
While it wouldn't be hard to turn them off or at least alter them to not go off when the crew went though them, it seemed like the entire building security was connected to this OS, meaning if she could get inside the network, she could possibly have access to the whole building.
Having said that, there was a serious risk of her being detected once inside and if he willing to hard code the entire building's cameras, doors and databases in his own personal language for the sake of security, lord only knows how much countermeasures he could have installed on his network.

 

[StormShaun]

Basically everyone.
Location: MIT Dropzone.

Wanderer [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/58/72/245872571834f97032c2e068a0216252.jpg]

By the time Blade had addressed the disguised murderer, he was already within the Deadpool crowd, guiding himself through the insults, shitty jokes, and redness. Almost wanting them to squirt blood, luckily enough they started to move away from the angered Rugal. As the crowd was attracted to the wall climbing Blade, Wanderer was already by the vents, with one Deadpool cosplayer in a head lock. Looking up, he smirked as he witnessed Blade's skill.

"Now that's interesting." He muttered just before the Deadpool cried, "not the face!" Wanderer sighed before he pointed towards the entrance, and put on his best Commander Shepard impersonation. "I'm sick of your ... ... shit? Look, boobies!" He yelled, making the guy look to the entrance before being punched in the skull. Before any attraction went towards Wanderer, the vent hatch was already missing, and a hum came from within. "Dum, dum, dum, dum~ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAYhNHhxN0A]"

For all he knew, he was heading towards a pool of acid. Yet he did not fret, for Wanderer knew he could get out of any situation ... ... with a mass amount of violence.

Storm [http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/330/8/9/toshiro_hitsugaya_render_1_by_roronoaroel-d5m9t5d.png] & Alpha [http://media.tumblr.com/2e810595bdd3afb970d246379deaf03b/tumblr_inline_mybdqxc9JR1r2xyr2.png]

Seeing every placing their own plans into action, Alpha sighed. "I sort of knew this would happen." He nudged her in a caring way. Giving a nod, she looked to anyone else wanting a way in. "

[color=nvayblue]If you want to get through the front door, follow us[/color]

." Alpha announced as she marched away, Storm naturally following her, even secretly 'admiring' what she was wearing with a smug smirk.

As they walked, Storm took quick glances at the guards and security. Alpha was looking at a brief within her eye interface, it was a folder one Cortex. "

[color=nvayblue]They call Neo Cortex "reckless". I believe that he may be too confident in his own skill[/color]

." Alpha said, their group coming up to the security checkpoint. Under pressure, Alpha was excercising her AI power. Going through files, commands, even the more 'casual' files the Cortex had on "woman in science outfits". Ultimately she got through just time, turned off the detectors, and they all managed to pass the checkpoint, gaining access to the area.

"

[color=nvayblue]I don't want to go through a lonely man's files ever again[/color]

." She admitted, holding onto her beloved's arms. "Don't worry, you did good ... also, I must admit, I have my own files." Storm said, looking away into the crowd of people, he could feel some eyes on him. "

I know, they're all photo of me though. You keep us walking, I'll see if I can scan this crowd and find him

." Alpha said, being fully conscious of the blushing Storm next to her.

("Yes, but she hasn't found her nudes file.") The disguised Spartan said, smirking as his overally suppressed boyhood came out in his mind.

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Spoiler: Meanwhile ... Rules of Nature kicks in.

Johnny Gat [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140318181551/villains/images/a/a8/Johnny_Gat_(Super_Saint)_close_up.jpg] Vs. Khamsin
Location: Desert Compound | USA: Texas | Avatar Adventure.
Time: Night

*Que music* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0]

"Oh, you done playin'?" Gat spat out of his mouth. Looking at the damage he had done to the big Boss, who had turned rather red, both mech and pilot. "A real man wouldn't need toys to kill." Gat said once again, adding salt to the rather literal wounds. Smirking Gat pulled out his favourite gun [http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110331203321/saintsrow/images/3/37/K6_Krukov_(AK-47)(SR2).png], possibly the one he has killed the most with. Looking over to the civilian, he gave a nod. "Get your fill and get out of here. This ain't going to be pretty."

Turning his gun on the mech, as it charged, Gat began to fire. Each of the bullets were either on target or near their mark, hitting the mech instead. When it came close enough, Johnny attempted to roll out of the way.

 

[Kalastryn]

MIT Dropzone: Basically everyone

"Well, I guess the simplest way in is probably the best." Kala said as she hopped into line right behind storm and alpha, many "characters" acting out a fear of their costume. Sheesh, one would think these people would have grown up by now. I'll admit though, it's an odd feeling to inspire fear whilst IN my disguise.

ARES was reluctant, however they did the same. They could just play off the detector as finding their costume's armor right? Though to their surprise, the detector didn't go off. Strange, did someone disable the metal detector? they thought as they made their way inside.

 

[Orinon]

MIT Dropzone: Basically everyone

Icarus, Selena.
Icarus and Selena saw Rugal nearly murder the Deadpool crowd, Icarus turned his head away, he could feel several eyes on him. he wanted to just find cortex and get out seriously regretting his disguise.
A man in a Sora costume suddenly wrapped his arms around Icarus
"Xion my dear Xion I missed you"
Icarus didn't even flinch he simply flipped the man onto his back
"Egh I- Mean no harm I just miss my kairi-waifu, Please marry me."
I umm I'm not the marrying type,.
" PleasePleasePleasePlease-" he tried to beg but Icarus put his hand on the mans mouth
"Unless you know a dragon who can perform the ceremony I wont consider it a valid wedding"
Little did he know Icarus was standing very close to Teri whom could easily hear Icarus's statement.
"A a dragon that's ridiculous who would be married by a dragon?"
"That's how my parents got married, I'm sorry" he turned away hearing the guy grumble about how girls were
'too demanding' he shook his head trying to find Selena when he he saw a Deadpool sneaking behind Nadalia he pulled his hood over his head planning an interception he got very close when The fool made the worst mistake, the slap resonated loudly he froze about kept his eyes on the Culprit but that's when Nadalia exploded

[HEADING=2]"WHICH ONE OF YOU HALF-BREED BASTARDS LAID THEIR HAND ON ME???!!"[/HEADING]

Icarus wanted to try and calm Nadalia but all he could do was cower and inch away, he had never seen a woman this mad, and it was terrifying.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: MIT Convention Center​

Azan

Azan was simply let into the hall. Bypassing the line and the security. Storm had done something strange that Azan could not comprehend. He was incredibly perplexed, but he was not of a mind to complain. The hall was large and bustling, more so than many of the events that Azan had bore witness too. Young adults pushed by him, each clad in strange skins and exotic cloths. His mustache bristled with irritation. There was an air of flippancy he despised. Decency was thin lined here.

Nadalia was ahead being harassed by a series of men in red suits. Rugal got involved shortly thereafter. Ares too. Yet the situation diffused in the worst way possible. Nadalia was furious beyond furious, a burning aura consumes the air around her. She moved forward. The air was stiflingly muted. Azan gave little thought to his next action.

He ran.

Azan pushed through the crowd toward the back of the hall, toward the maintenance rooms. He pulled Havel's helmet over his own with a earthy thunk. The slate scaled rubbed dully against each other. He reached one of the double doors. Two guards moved forward to try and defuse the situation. The mechanical eyes were watching the scene. He was invisible. Azan pushed the doors. Locked. He took Dragon Tooth in both hands and gave a great heaving swing. The doors swung open in its wake. Not anymore.

The hallways behind were poorly lit and small. He beckoned quickly toward those he could see. Ares in particular.

There was nothing to do about Nadalia. If they stopped her, there was no hiding their connection to each other. If they left her be, she would have the entirety of Cortex's attention on her. It would be best to capitalize on her sacrifice. He thought that Cortex might be the type to be hiding behind the scenes.

---​

Spoiler: Paradigm Story

Paradigm Story
Chapter: 3 - Superposition of Threads - Observing Eyes
Location: In Transit​

The Storyteller

"The Formless Dark answered. Blank but present. It felt like he was smiling. 'W E A R E N O T H E R E F O R P L E A S E N T R I E S W E.' He paused. The formless shape changed into that of an older woman. She was sitting on a throne built of books. Clothes hung loosely off of her body. She wore nothing. She had a beautiful face. You could not see her face.

He cleared his throat, 'I apologize for my brusqueness.' He pulled a book from the throne and opened it. The book melted into his thighs. 'There are several problems that I am trying to resolve.' Slowly the voice of millions harmonized into a single feminine tone. It sounded almost human. 'The first order of business. We have approved 14 unique partitions. You are not one of them. Why do you claim to be part of us. We have not given you form.'

'Second order. I am now observing your mechanical form directly. If you do not wish to lose your 'Ruby' persona I would learn quickly to Observe yourself. Selmy's Observational powers will be removed soon.'

'Third order. One of the independent partition that I have approved the autonomy of has become rogue after receiving the power of Observation from another Observer. Be wary of her. She will no doubt approach your group under the guise of a friendly Observer. She is irrational and dangerous.'

The world around us melted into whiteness. Gone was the plane and the people on it. Then beneath white marble crept up like vines, entangling themselves into columns and benches. Soon we were standing in the middle of a garden. The whiteness was surreal. It was a digital world. Inhabitable only by artificial intelligence.

'Fourth. Why are you exhibiting the superposition sequence indicative of Cauldron-type phenomena. Do you understand the gravity of the situation? To clarify, this is your sudden disposition to devour human souls and hold them within yourself. You have already tempered two Observing souls within yourself.'

There was a book on a table between them. An old leather book with time-worn pages made of creamy paper. A quill and a bottle of ink rested by its side. It was a familiar book, but foreign at the same time. Lambda and Nu appeared behind me. They stood at attention, outside of their battle suits.

'Please take your time in answering. I trust that you will have little trouble coming to consensus.'"

 

[Kalastryn]

Basically everyone.
Location: MIT Dropzone.

[HEADING=2]"WHICH ONE OF YOU HALF-BREED BASTARDS LAID THEIR HAND ON ME???!!"[/HEADING]

Alright, who has the balls?! was the first thing to come to Kala's mind as she heard Nadalia's scream of rage induced by unwelcome physical contact. Noticing however that this, alongside Blade's performance seemed to have distracted a great number of the crowds and guards, she decided to go with Azan's capitalization on the matter. However, she remained a bit more covert in her entry, slipping in without notice and without storming the building. This sort of thing is why she hated the idea of this "cosplay." Sheesh, when one takes on another persona amongst a multitude of people doing the same it really emboldens them beyond all decency hm? Why so many people partake in such an event is beyond me. she thought, as she had work her way inside by blending with the distracted crowd.

ARES on the other hand had decided to use their perfectly legitimate entry to browse around a bit. While she reasoned that many of the group would suggest this "Dr. Cortex" to pull the strings from behind the scenes, she deeply considered entertaining the idea of him being amongst the crowd enjoying his own festivities. That and... well, there weren't ever any real festivities she was allowed to enjoy in the first place. No one she knew really ever threw parties or conventions in New Eden. At least none that the "humanoid artillery" were told of.

It wasn't truly the hardest life to live. Especially because she knew little else. The whole reason presented to the public for her and the other ARES initiative droids was to bolster the line. In truth though, they were the line. If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it is likely a duck no? That was the whole purpose to their existence. Fighting the Chosen, so their makers didn't have to. In other words, a decoy... a diversion...

The thing is, when you design to make a being of such adequate humanity to confuse and divert the efforts of ones who wish to destroy humanity, it wouldn't "feel" fair to not recognize them as such.

Wandering the halls of a place of knowledge (admittedly being currently used for what sets an odd example for the festivities of this world) she decides to peek inside a few of the empty classrooms.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Dropzone: Outside of the building

Rugal

Just when he thought that he defused the situation, some bastard just HAD to try and be a "Player" and possibly cost the lives of everyone within a mile radius.
"...Oh you stupid son of a-"

[HEADING=2]"WHICH ONE OF YOU HALF-BREED BASTARDS LAID THEIR HAND ON ME???!!"[/HEADING]

Wincing instantly at her outburst for bringing about the attention of everyone in the area, while it was a great distraction, Nadaila could be blowing their cover if she got all "fired up" and went to town on that poor bastard.
"Nadalia! Calm down! You'll bring the whole damn building down on top us!" He shouted to her in a bid to snap her out of her anger, mostly from a lack of better ideas, the crowd getting the way of him reaching her before she went off to try and part someone from their internal organs.
Either way, he saw the guards quickly move in to see what the racket was about, causing him to grumble as he tried to get to her before they did, shoving aside the attendees that got in his way.

David

David meanwhile was none the wiser of the situation outside as he mingled with the crowd, while he wasn't a massive gaming nerd, it was still a rather enjoyable feeling to be out and about in "Public" public with the bog standard people.
He went from stall to stall, posing for the odd passerby and showing off his quick draw skills to the ladies.
Man, why can't more missions be like this? He thought as he regrouped with the other members of the crew who made it inside.
"So Azan, where you going to loo-aaaannndd he's gone..." He sighed as Azan took off in a big hurry for some reason, though it was lost on him.
Not one for sublets that one, is he?... He shook his head dismissively while Storm and Alpha made their way inside.
"Hellva a crowd huh? Didn't think video games where that interesting to watch. So, ideas where our target is?" He asked the Spartan and AI before stopping at a water fountain to fill his canteen.
"...What? When else can I dress up as a cowboy and go to work like that?" He said before taking a drink, humorously offering Kala a sip, despite her mask having no holes to do so with.
"Hey, Kal. Pretty sure the rings still work if you want to try them?" He said as he tapped his own, least the Triefing get bored of standing around in silence/muffled speech.

Blade

Blade was enjoying his little act, for someone so used to covert ops, it was a little jarring being the center of attention, but it allowed Wanderer to go vent crawling.
However, it was also a little worried when Nadalia's screaming and shouting ended up getting all the attention, as well of the ire of the guards.
Still, making the most of the distraction, he quickly climbed up the rest of the building before running along the roof.
"Blade to all points, I'm on the roof. If I can assist from up here, I will." He sent over the rings was he went about the top of the building, hoping to find an unguarded window or something.

Misc

While Nadalia went for the kill, her harassment was picked up by the guards as they moved from the entrance towards her, the crowd moving out of their way as they did, not wanting to mess with them.
There was 3 in total as they move towards Nadalia, The pretty-est prince-..er, "Queen" seeing a shadow cast over her as they towered over her. [http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/129/4/c/Terran_Marine_With_Gun_by_SgtHK.jpg]
"Lady, is there some kind of problem?..." One of them said though some kind of voice box on the suit in an annoyed tone, they didn't sound like guards, in fact, they sounded more like the marines they were dressed up as.
Either way, they stood over her with their weapons in full display, showing off the care to attention in each C-14 Impaler gauss rifle. [http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/C-14_rifle]

Back with Alpha, after she cracked the Metal Detector, she paused when she saw a Command Line prompt that seemed a little out of place upon reviewing her recent actions:

[color=nvayblue]runas /noprofile /user:...Bob.../administrator cmd[/color]
enter administrator password: [color=nvayblue]*********************************************[/color]
Password accepted

Front Lobby:/[color=nvayblue]cd Front Lobby/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem[/color]
Front Lobby:/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem>[color=nvayblue]Shutdown /r /t 10 /c "Device needs to update"[/color]
Front Lobby:/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem>[color=nvayblue]cls[/color]



Front Lobby:/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem>[color=nvayblue]Exit[/color]

Clang:/Users/Adminstration/AIMBot>[color=grey]cd Front Lobby/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem[/color]
Front Lobby:/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem>[color=grey]type warning.txt
I am watching you[/color]
Front Lobby:/Devices/DesperadoLLCSensorsystem>[color=grey]exit[/color]

Wanderer meanwhile soon found himself near the maintenance area of the college, at least he assumed so when he saw a member of the institute custodians below him, a Latino woman grumbling in Spanish as she mopped the floor.
What was notable was that she was dressed up as Some kind of Cyborg [http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/3/38454/1700299-anna.jpg], but when her arm suddenly started jerking wildly, she groaned before pulling out some kind of tool and went about fixing it, either she was REALLY in character or that wasn't just makeup.
As she sat against the wall and silently repaired her metal parts, Wanderer realized that there was something about this woman that he remembered, something from his past, but...what?
Either way, the hallway she was in lead towards one of the shop labs where metalworking was done as well as one of the backstage of the Counter Strike arena.

Azan's incursion into the backrooms was actually pretty successful for the most part as he ran though the back rooms, there was no cameras back here, though he soon found out why.
He neared a corner before the smell of burning began to fill his nostrils as well a black smoke pooling around the ceiling.
"D-d-dude! I was just wanting to get the player's autograph! I'm just here for DOTA!" a panicked young voice said as loud thudding footsteps shook the ground.
"I didn't know that MIT let illiterate people in. The sign said "No entry". No telling what could happen to someone if they got lost..." a voice with a radio filter over it said before a blast of fire sparked.
If he was to look around the corner, he would see a young man cowering the corner before a massive orange mech [http://hdwallpapersfactory.com/wallpaper/screenshots_power_suit_starcraft_ii_firebat_desktop_1920x1080_hd-wallpaper-689741.jpg] as he cornered him, fire dripping from a set of nozzles on his wrists.
"...Fire...Washes the skin off the bone...The Sin from the soul, Cleans away the dirt...
And Momma didn't raise herself no dirty boy..." He said before he raised his hand and went to turn that man into a fine ash...

Finally, ARES was able to get to one of the more quiet parts of the building, aside from a few students cramming for exams, there was little to see, least until she got closer to one of the computer labs where 2 men were working on some kind of product on their computers.
"Hey, you hear that Dr. Lang was on the horn to NASA? Think they finally picked up that project he's been getting the interns to work on."
"Seriously?...That was actually to NASA? I thought he just wanted to make the sports crowd suffer."
"...Well, could have been both. Still, they were moving some large boxes just this morning I heard from Joe. Saw the trucks drive out on his way in this morning."
"Think he'll actually pay the interns now?"
"And that's why I'm glad I didn't take the spots when they opened up."
As the talked on, she noted something was off about what she could make out on their screens, they were going programming but there was something off about it, why would a program called "Semester 2 Project" require software drivers for SAM Missiles and a Mk.4 Plasma Caster?

 

[Kalastryn]

Basically everyone.
Location: MIT Dropzone.

"Well yes David that's definitely one way to still communicate. Sheesh, I keep forgetting I have this thing." Kala says, finally remembering the ring she's been wearing for... damn, how long was it?

"Also, you mean to tell me you didn't hear Nadalia? She's just about ready to snap. I probably would too if any god forsaken pervert somewhere around here laid their hands on me. That's probably what's up with his haste. Speaking of which, it might be in our best interest to either run from the giant gun toting guards heading in that direction, or get a rocket launcher to deal with them." She says, cluing David in on why they probably shouldn't be as close to the entrance as they are. The further the better.

ARES on the other hand, decided to get a closer look on what was going on inside of those computer labs. Seeing the two gentlemen inside however, made them take a more... direct approach.

Kicking in the door with her arm raised, she told the two of them- "It's set to stun. Honest!" Before firing the Tesla rifle at the both of them.

Spoiler: Warning: High Voltage

Even when somehow powered down to non-lethal levels, it's hard for the average guy to stay awake when hit with a lightning bolt. Given a bit of time before they wake up, ARES connects their AI to the computer in question, beginning a download of the file for this "Semester 2 Project" from within.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Massachusetts Institute of Technology | Boston | Massachusetts | United States
Time: 11:30 AM EST​

Katya stood in the middle of what appeared to be some sort of common area located on the campus of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and it appeared to be a poor place to be. An explosion sent the insides of a dorm room outside of the dorm building, scattering the flaming bedding and books onto the grass. Meanwhile someone had gone to the trouble of scaling another building and was sending 50 caliber bullets into a cafeteria, one of which struck a gas main and sent the deep fryer through the kitchen's roof. Still another person, armed with a Gatling Gun sent a wall of lead towards an entrenched person armed with a flame thrower.

While all this was going on, no one paid any attention to Katya nor did they speak to her. A student, recently freed from her status as a hostage ran through her, following a man armed with an Assault Rifle, never saying a word as she was evacuated to her preassigned extraction point. No one could see Katya or hear here even as she spoke since she was spectating on a Hostage Match between two rival teams. Even though she had no interest in the match itself, Katya used the opportunity to scout the new map that had been released specifically for this event, a realistic representation of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

The coders for the event had performed a room by room scan of the campus before each and every scan point was assigned a material classification in order to react in a realistic fashion to the game's physics engine. This, of course, appeared to be cheating in Katya's view. The map clearly favored any player that was a student or faculty member of M.I.T since they traversed the campus day in and day out. These students also had from months to years to plan ahead. What student didn't think about going postal around Midterm or Finals weeks.

The Gamer Girl didn't complain, however, the map was just like any other map that Katya played and like every other map she had played, the environment always had a trick to it. All Katya had to do was figure it out.

"

Hey guys!  They totally have a replica of MIT for the deathmatches coming up!  Looks like they scanned the entire campus!  I wonder if there's any hidden stuff I can find while I'm spectating!

" Katya texted the Rising Dawn Crew.

Spoiler: Paradigm Story: Biological Enhancement Weaponized Phage

He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 2 Superimposed Possibility, Phenomena Intervention
Location: SFO | San Francisco | California​

The Stranger

"I hesitated before answering nano-machine colony that I would later learn to be Blackharte. While he was correct that I was not created directly by him, I was based upon field observations of him. Perhaps it was because we spoke that the misconception was present or was it because his software was fundamentally different from mine. When I spoke again, I attempted to do so with more clarity."

"'You are correct that I am not a direct creation of yours, rather my creators based my design upon observations of your functions under various environments and events. The goal of this endeavor was to create a weapons platform that could be utilized by a human operator. Though this project was ultimately deemed a failure, I am the result and because my designs are based upon yours, I consider you my progenitor.' I stated even as I looked around the projected environment that he had generated. I 'felt' nervous and anxious, as if I was an orphan meeting their biological parents."

"'I will take your concerns and advise under advisement. I do not, however, have any files or routines that will allow me to 'Observe' myself. The concept does not exist in my... our world of origin... or at least our world is currently unaware of it. Additionally, I have questions in regards to the term 'Cauldron.' Your agent at the airport referred to me as such and you yourselves are stating that have the characteristics of this. You stated that my actions at the airport are similar to that of a 'Cauldron.' However I have been designed to utilize the bodies of the dead to maintain my computational functionality and regenerate any lost members of my colony. If there are no dead present, one would assume the next logical step to be the selective killing of a human. In return for their sacrifice, they are granted a wish.' I said as a table was materialized in the middle of the garden, complete with a tea set. Though we were in an artificial representation of reality, it calmed me to do something 'human.'"

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/58/72/245872571834f97032c2e068a0216252.jpg].
Location: Maintenance | MIT.

Looking down from the vents, Wanderer stopped humming the theme song from Mission Impossible. The look of the cyborg somewhat weird him out. The cyborgs from his world were more human-like, and the one cybotic friend he made (and saved) was much more human than many other ins the wasteland. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he has met one like this before. Shaking his thoughts out of his head, Wanderer knew he had to get down there. Sighing, he knew that he had to already change costume. Surprisingly he got a silent alert from his Pipboy.

"Hey guys! They totally have a replica of MIT for the deathmatches coming up! Looks like they scanned the entire campus! I wonder if there's any hidden stuff I can find while I'm spectating!"

Noting Katya's message, Wanderer was still annoyed that he had to change costume. Wanderer started muttering silently as he changed his look to a hat [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/3/3b/Ballcap_with_glasses.png/revision/latest?cb=20140811175924] and jumpsuit [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/6/69/Robco_jumpsuit.png/revision/latest?cb=20110508232315]. Praying to the God that he believes in, Wanderer tried to slip out of the vent silently. While the dirty jumpsuit would aid him in convincing anyone, he forgot about the dried blood stain that was right on the crotch area.

Storm [http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/330/8/9/toshiro_hitsugaya_render_1_by_roronoaroel-d5m9t5d.png] & Alpha [http://media.tumblr.com/2e810595bdd3afb970d246379deaf03b/tumblr_inline_mybdqxc9JR1r2xyr2.png]
Location: show floor | MIT.

Within her eyes, Alpha saw the message from the console. Already on high alert, she softly pulled Storm away from the group following them, hoping that they will not follow them. Closely whispering to her love, Alpha alerted him. "

[i]Don't move quickly. We have eyes on us. I'll send a message to everyone, and you get us to the cosplay contest.[/i]

" Said Alpha, in which Storm nodded quickly and started to guide them to the hall where the cosplay contest was going to be held.

"[color=nvayblue]Be careful everyone, they have someone in the system watching. They've seen us so we'll cut our communication and split for now. Do your best~! (;^o^)[/color]"

- AI A

Sending that message to everyone. Alpha hoped that this would be sorted quickly, or that someone will get rid of the man behind the screen. Otherwise, they may have to do something in the contest.