Spartan919 Posted May 5, 2011 Report Share Posted May 5, 2011 He watched the worm-things come at him in fear, then down at his hands in awe. How the [i]heck[/i] had he managed that? He wondered if it was a one-time deal, or if he would be able to do it again. Whatever. The worms were still coming at him, and suddenly, one jumped at him. He swung an open hand, and caught it. However, the move jostled his rib, causing pair to flash through his chest. He winced, but otherwise ignored the pain. Swinging the worm around, he threw it at the other four, and watched it slam into them. Looking around, he saw that he was still in some deep crap. Other viruses were still coming, and now those worms were getting oriented. He backed up, but felt his heel hit empty air. Looking backward, he saw a long, long drop to a bleak gray landscape. "That...would not be the way to go." Taking a step forward, and taking a fighting pose again, he made the "come get me" sign with his right hand. "Bring it on." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GreyCat Posted May 5, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 5, 2011 Grey made a strained expression. Xel seemed to question him even more than he questioned everyone else. And that was a pretty huge chunk of distrust. He watched from the corner of his eye as the ground swallow up the spit Xel was kind enough to share. "Do tell, Xel," he said with a smirk. He held up his hand with the book still chomping at it. "What could possibly surprise me more than a carnivorous book with a taste for feline flesh?" He shook his hand and tossed the offending book into a corner, but it hopped back with friends, snapping at his heels. ~~~~ Two of the worms dove into the ground as the other three charged him, drool spilling from their maws in copious amounts as they hissed in anger. Before they reached, the two that dove burst from the ground to entangle Spartan in their thick elastic bodies. The other worms joined the tangle, forcing the avatar to the ground, coating him with their drool. Some of the more humanoid viruses, seeing Spartan down, dove from the sky in order to kick him while he was down. No honour among viruses, as they say. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spartan919 Posted May 5, 2011 Report Share Posted May 5, 2011 Spartan cursed, and struggled, but these worms were dang tough! He lay against the roof of the building, unable to move due to the worms, when he spied an especially large virus. It was quite humanoid, but its figure was enshrouded in shadows, and Spartan couldn't figure out what it was. The others avoided it, though, and it was coming straight for him. He figured that was bad, so struggled harder. The thing reached him, and slammed a fist down into his stomach. All his air left his chest, and pain exploded inside him. The armor on his stomach cracked, absorbing a small amount of damage. After that, the worms retreated, leaving Spartan on the ground. He immediately brought his hands to his stomach, and coughed, gasping for air. He got it back quickly, and stood to face the shadow. It immediately grasped his neck, and, with one hand, flung him towards the edge of the building. Spartan skidded and flopped, but managed to hand on to the edge with one hand. "Crap. Now what?" he asked no one in particular. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justice Master Posted May 5, 2011 Report Share Posted May 5, 2011 "Maybe the fact that the only place that they would let me hack is," Xel began, pointing up, "the ceiling. That should tell us two things. One, that's where the surface is, and two, we don't want to go up there. They obviously are mocking us with the chance of freedom, but that's what I'd expect them to do." He didn't feel comfortable telling Grey this information. This was mainly because of Xel's confusedness of where Grey's spot in the grand scheme was, for the furry could always turn out to be an enemy. But so could all the others, so for Xel, it was best to not trust anyone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnet Soldier Posted May 5, 2011 Report Share Posted May 5, 2011 "Thanks." Kris groaned as he was dragged out from under the pile of books. DK may have been the deepest under the pile, but he'd been hit with the least force. Kris had been hit with the majority of the pile, and now had a large bruise on his chest aswell as a dislocated shoulder. Which wasn't good. "Well, DK. Good news for you." Kris groaned, struggling but managing to stand up. "I cant write for a bit, so the magic Book is now useless until my arm's healed." Kris stated, grabbing his arm painfully. "Unless, Broken, you can heal Dislocated arms?" Kris asked, turning to Broken. "As for an Exit. There's a terminal. I have a hunch." Kris groaned as he looked at his shoulder, which at the moment was hunched. "That wraith Character appeared due to the Terminal, right? Well, what if we can use that kind of method to move about this complex. There are bound to be many other Terminals, and it's more than likely they're all connected. Though this time, let's not split up." Kris stated, forgetting about the fact they had all forgotten to contact the other group through the walkie talkies, and had no Idea how they were doing. For all they knew, they could be fighting an army of Virus's on the outside, with things like Rickrolls and stuff. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted May 6, 2011 Report Share Posted May 6, 2011 Broken thought this one over carefully. 'Well, dislocated arms are normally just pulled out aren't they? By which I mean just pull it back into place' he replied. Funny how he remembered that, yet everything about him was mostly a blank. Well, it's always handy to have tidbits of information, as they can become useful at any point in the future. Then, his eye caught somehting on the terminal, which he glided over to see what it was. The same map of the area was the same as before, but there were a lot of small lights covering a certain part of it. Broken did a head count and realized that not everyone was there. He gave a new command to the terminal. [font=Century Gothic]'Please retrieve all active non-viral non-Collective avatars in this building they go by the names of'[/font] he typed, then stopped. He had forgotten their names already. 'Hey, who were the others with us earlier that aren't here now?' he inquired to the group behind him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justice Master Posted May 6, 2011 Report Share Posted May 6, 2011 "I know who's not here," Xel stated, "but I'm not saying a thing, the mission's completion is first priority here. And let's face it, if they get lost again, they'll slow us down, we can't afford to have that happen. So let's forget about those pieces of carry-on luggage, okay?" He looked at Kris, admiring the theory. Xel began to add to the info, "that could be true, since I cannot see past any of these wall's codes. It also seems highly probable that they would use some hidden terminal system to get around, makes for an easy get away. But while that's why I love your theory, it's also why I dobut you're right. It is probable, in-fact, any sane man would do it, that's what scares me. They aren't your average person, they think with an extreame amount of logic, and easy to predic wouldn't be apart of their plans." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spartan919 Posted May 6, 2011 Report Share Posted May 6, 2011 Spartan flicked some switch on the inside of his helmet, completely by instinct, not quite sure what it would do. "Somebody, anybody!" he cried out. "If there's anybody around, I could use some help!" After his message, he listened to see if someone would reply. He heard only static, but didn't give up. He swung his other arm up, and now held the ledge with two hands instead of one. However, when he tried to pull himself up, his chest and stomach flare in pain. He gasped, and flopped back down. Gulping, he glanced downward, at the dizzying drop; he had never realized he hated heights so much. He quickly looked back up, feeling butterflies of fear in his stomach. "Again, if there's anybody who just so happens to hear this message, I could really use some help about now!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GreyCat Posted May 6, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 6, 2011 [font="Century Gothic"]Query acknowledged. Parameters incomplete... proceeding anyway >>>taking caution in face of security risk one avatar located. retrieving... [/font] Behind Spartan, one of the fun holes the facility loved gaped and several shining tendrils shot out and wrapped around him before drawing him in as if it were a strange feeding beast. The hole closed behind him, cutting off portions of the worms wrapped around him. ~~~ Grey listened in on the discussing, but didn't comment. He squatted and played with the books that were harassing him. He kicked one away, but it just came back. He pitched one between his faint claws, just summoning the tip, the rest only visible as a wavering in the air. It tried to struggle as the rest scattered. He tossed it aside and they moved on to less threatening prey. DK. Good riddance, in his opinion. They could stalk him all they wanted. As long as they didn't bother him. He looked up in time to yell and jump aside as the halves of four worms and Spartan partially fell from the ceiling; dangling and restrained in a tangle of glowing cables. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spartan919 Posted May 7, 2011 Report Share Posted May 7, 2011 Spartan landed with a thump, his eyes closed, and cried out in pain as he hit the ground. Grunting, he slowly opened his eyes to see that he was somewhere completely different then before. "Where..." he was about to ask, when pain erupted in his chest. He winced, and almost cried out in pain. Swallowing it down, he slowly tried to disentangle the wires, to no avail. Glancing around, he saw Grey close by. He reached out toward him, winced, and pulled his arm back. [i]Great. I can barely move; how the heck am I gonna be any help to anybody in a condition like this?![/i] He shoved the thought back, deciding to worry about it later, then drudged up all the courage he had. Stifling cries, he pulled himself to his feet, the cables dropping off him in the process. The pain was unbearable, but somehow he managed not to scream. "Where...am...I?" he asked through gritted teeth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnet Soldier Posted May 7, 2011 Report Share Posted May 7, 2011 "That would be a good Idea." Kris stated, at Brokens solution, trying to raise his hand to emphasize that, but failing epically, with a stiffled scream. "Okay, so just push it back int......AAAARRRRGGHHH!!!" He cried, as he pushed the arm back into place, screaming at the incredible pain. "Jesus Holy lord of Sh*t!!!" He cursed, rubbing his shoulder. "You didn't have any solutions that didn't feel like someone just shot me?" Kris asked, sarcastically, as he moved his shoulder around. Actually, besides from the instant pain, it was feeling much better, and was glad that Broken had remembered that, but still felt like swearing angrily. "Sorry if any of you are religious, anyway." Kris said, quieter, rubbing his shoulder still. He turned and looked at Xel. "Well, any other Ideas. Why dont we just ask it if it will take us where we want it to." Kris stated, sarcastically. Then he realised, they could. "Actually, why dont we just ask it if it will take us where we want it to. It brought us all here, didn't it?" Kris exclaimed, grabbing his book off the floor, out of the pile of other, less powerful, awesome or scary, magical books, placing it into it's pouch [s]while feeling a slight disturbance in the force[/s]. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GreyCat Posted May 7, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 7, 2011 THe rest of books, the ones not deemed important by Kris, swarmed up and flew around the room after he took his own from the pile. They didn't seem as aggressive as the six or eight that were snapping at DK's heels, content to fly nosily in circles around the room. "Huh, Hi Sparts." Grey said without much concern. "Nice of you to drop in. Have you been having a good time on the surface?" He good and well knew Spartan was fighting some viruses, he caught a portion of the fight on the screen when he was first dumped in the room, but it made for a good statement. We was going to prod Spartan's side, but, noting the stiffness to the avatar's movements, he decided he wasn't that mean. He did kick at the slightly squirming worm bodies. Viruses were tough critters. The swarm, however, descended on the bodies and engaged on what could only be described as a feeding frenzy. "Yo, Broken, we got another patient for you to look after." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dwarven King Posted May 7, 2011 Report Share Posted May 7, 2011 "Damn magical books!!" DK exclaimed as he began kicking and slicing at them. Finally, all seven laid at his feet in pieces. "That's what you get!" he yelled at the books. DK then went back to looking at the room. There really wasn't anything notable except the terminal. "Grey! Are we going to do the terminal trick that was mentioned?" he asked. That was when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He went over to investigate...and found a ring. It was pitch black with a light blue stone set in it. As he picked it up, he felt a jolt travel through his body. "Weird." he said to himself as he put it on. He gripped his axe as he heard chomping noises behind him. Apparently another book was around. Upon instinct, or so he thought, he turned around and slashed at the book. But the book was ten feet away. DK was about to question his instinct when a bolt of electricity shot out of his axe and fried the book. "OI!!!!" DK exclaimed in complete shock. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spartan919 Posted May 9, 2011 Report Share Posted May 9, 2011 Still fighting the pain in his chest and stomach, he waved Grey away. The last thing he needed was someone worrying about him. "I'll be fine," he gritted out. "Don't worry about me." He looked around the room, trying to see if there would be any indication as to where exactly he was, or where the viruses had gone. Seeing nothing, he focused on himself. How the heck was he going to heal his wounds? He really didn't want anyone to take care of him. Suddenly, the pain was too much; his vision faded to black. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the floor, and pain was exploding around his body. [i]Great, fainting.[/i] Grabbing onto something, he didn't look what, he pulled himself to his feet. "Fine...help me already." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted May 10, 2011 Report Share Posted May 10, 2011 Broken snorted a little, if this kept up he was going to heal himself into exhaustion. 'Alright, but don't constantly expect healing from me. If I do it too often your own bodies will forget how to regenerate themselves' he warned. But, he went over anyways; his eye carefully overviewing the wounded area. 'This shouldn't be too difficult, just so minor wounds it would seem' he commented, raising his hands to Spartan's abdominal and chest. The healing light glew once more over the damaged areas, as they visibly began to regenrate back to normal. 'That should heal you up. Say, where are those two girls who were with us?' he inquired, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GreyCat Posted May 10, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 10, 2011 "Wait, what?" Grey asked, ears perked up and an eyebrow raised. "I worried about you? When did I manage to seem worried about anyone? Oi." He looked genuinely surprised and shook his head slowly, a bit wearily as well. "Yo, look, If I did, I was probably being sarcastic. It's easy to get the two confused." Since Broken had tended to the armoured guy's wounds, Grey delivered the jab he held back from earlier. "But Broken has a point. What happened to the ladies? And that long legged guy. They went with you topside. Haven't seen 'em since." "And you!" Grey snapped at DK. "I know you hate the things and, frankly, the little buggers are annoying as hell, but do you really think you should be wrecking some of the archive's books? You don't know what sort of information they got in them." If this was a cheesy game being led by a sadistic god, that would have been an ominous sign. Oh, wait... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dwarven King Posted May 11, 2011 Report Share Posted May 11, 2011 "We just came from a room where a whole army of those books were trying to kill us! If ye don't want me destroying the bloody things, don't throw them at me! Now quit yelling at me before I decide to found out how tough yer kitty cat claws are against me axe!" DK bellowed at Grey. "Unless you have something more interesting to say besides, 'Say DK, why are ye destroying the books that want to kill us?', then I suggest ye keep your feline mouth shut!" DK turned from Grey and focused his attention on the armored guy. "Eh, I hate to be repetitive, but they have a point. What happened to the rest of yer group?" he asked him. An idea then dawned on him and he turned to Kris. "Oi! Kris! Use the walkie talkie!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnet Soldier Posted May 11, 2011 Report Share Posted May 11, 2011 Kris shrugged and grabbed the Walkie Talkie off his belt, looking at it and pressing the small button on the side........Nothing. There was nothing. Not even static. "Ahhhh. I think we - or I - may have over looked something. We've been blocked, the signal's been jammed." Kris stated, sighing as he dropped the Walkie Talkie to the floor. He moved over to the Terminal Broken had summoned them from, moving his hands across the keyboards with great fluency. [i]Can you communicate the other three users that should be here, or atleast detect their positions?[/i] Kris typed, before adding a single word aswell. [i]Please?[/i] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justice Master Posted May 12, 2011 Report Share Posted May 12, 2011 Xel was quite uninterested as the worms fell from the ceiling, in-fact this whole place was getting quite boring, I mean the drill went like this: Hope, no hope, split up, and repeat. He looked at Kris and the computer he was typing on. He chuckled a bit before stating, "it's a computer, please won't budge it since it is void of emotion. Nice try, though." He looked at all the others, acting frantic, when in reality(to Xel) they were dealing with a group that acting as one, and some oversized worms. No need to panic, at least, not when you've dealt with worms before. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GreyCat Posted May 12, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 12, 2011 [font="Century Gothic"]Syntax error: request not understood... Keyword: Users... processing... making connections... Users = avatars.... checking records... >>>records indicate total of twelve (12) avatars, outside Collective infection, loded in facility >>System located eight ( avatars still in system >checking records for discrepancy point .... .. . Four (4) avatars removed from facility during early stages of virus attack (still in progress) Avatars location= unknown Attempting communication ... ... Dailing... .... ... No connection found... Avatars lost to viruses...[/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted May 13, 2011 Report Share Posted May 13, 2011 Broken stared grimly at the answer given by the terminal. 'That's' he began, but couldn't quite finish it. He cast an eye to the worms that had been beaten off, to have bene devoured by the likes of them. 'This proves we need to be more careful, the other Avatars have lost their lives to the viruses, so we should honour their memory by continuing on and find out why we're here. As the cliche goes, we're here to stop some malevolent evil, so we'd best get enough information in order to defeat it' he said boldly. It was a pretty speech, and it was somewhat inspiring in a way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justice Master Posted May 13, 2011 Report Share Posted May 13, 2011 Xel tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't. He busted out laughing once the speech was done, and began to say something back. He said, "You really want a Nobel Prize, don't ya! God, you obviously don't know the reality of the situation, four people, we knew for about an hour, died! So what? That just means we would've had uselessness on the battlefield, and we certainly don't need that!" He became calmer. "If they died then, they were going to die eventually. Survival of the fittest, you can mourn, but dear god, don't pull out another one of those philosophical speeches on us." Xel stepped over to the wall and leaned back on it, thinking of one way, a way out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnet Soldier Posted May 13, 2011 Report Share Posted May 13, 2011 Kris sighed, dropping his head, as he read the screen, listening to Broken's speech. He muttered something, inaudible to everyone else, before starting to turn around. He moved with surprising speed and fluency, trained by experience, and was next to Xel within a Second, his pen pressing down on Xel's forehead, a drop of blood from Xel's forehead already mixing with the Ink. "You.....you.....B*stard." Kris muttered, lifting his pen away from Xel's forehead, not even noting the small dot of blood appearing on Xel's forehead. "And what powers do you have, Arsehole. One of them could control Gravity. Doesn't mean they were weak, it means they were unlucky." Kris stated, moving back to the Terminal. "Damn." He muttered, before moving his hands back over the Keyboard, blurry with their speed. [i]Where is the Nearest Terminal?[/i] He typed, before adding something else aswell. [i]And Can you get us their quicker than walking?[/i] Kris asked, before moving a step away from the Terminal, waiting for a responce. ((Two lessons for Xel there. 1) Dont be a D*ck. 2) Dont Anger Kris.)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justice Master Posted May 13, 2011 Report Share Posted May 13, 2011 Xel stood up, unchanged besides a small blood and ink in a hole that pierced his mask, not cracking any other part of the mask. "Ah, I have lost quite a few of these," he whispered to himself as the mask began to form back together where it had broke. Nothing a little hacking won't fix, he thought before responding to Kris, which no sane man would've done, but who said Xel was sane anymore. "Heh," he began, "you really need to try to use some other form of intimidation because that was just a temper tantrum. And do you really think I haven't had to deal with death of some sort? What do you think made me what I am? Also, I have increased leg strength in short bursts, making me useful for combat, and near-perfect memory, which makes me useful for maps and combat. By the way, your attack had a deal of flaws in it, I'll remember that." (Two lessons for Kris there: 1. Give my character a chance to respond.[I'll deal with it this time] 2.Xel is unaffected by temper tantrums) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GreyCat Posted May 14, 2011 Author Report Share Posted May 14, 2011 Grey had to point it out. Those idiots were ready to act all noble like for no reason again. That was why he disliked altruistic people. "Oy. You do realize that that thing said they were lost to viruses. Not killed, or whatever passes for death in this place, lost. Maybe the viruses took them." There was a muffled boom and a bit of dust and chips fell from the ceiling. "Maybe we can ask the viruses were they are. They seem to be still around," he said, pointing at he roof. "Might want to do something about that. Of course, they really could be dead and my entire statement rendered null and void, but meh, such is life." He shrugged. And as Grey went on in what he though was great wit, the terminal had it's own comments to make. [font="Century Gothic"]Query one: Locating closest terminals... >8 cm from users current location >>Directions: Turn 6.5 degrees and face ahead. You have reached your destination >34 metres downwards, 45 metres ahead >>Directions: Leave main terminal room, take transportation tunnel to sub-level 16, walk to room #78.b12. Destination on left >0.51 km ahead, 23 m down >>Leave main terminal room, walk one level down, take 5[sup]th[/sup] tunnel on right, travel 513m, destination at eleven o'clock Query two: Yes[/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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