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 Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 11:44 pm
"It's not....Huff...like...huff....I did it on purpose!" Michael shouted back, looking at her down his glasses from his upward position. " I can't go back and get him, I don't have the power to. My teleport is done for the day. I can't force it, even if I tried. And that place is going to be swarmed with police officers and everything." Then he hit the ground. He groaned and rolled up to his feet, using the table to pull himself up.
"And don't just blame be for all this. " He wiped his face and pulled his glasses off. " I can't just turn off my powers quickly without them going wonky. If we can get Cordelia, we can go back." He groaned, turning his head to get a flash of light which temporarily blinded him even more, and he just sunk down on the floor, done with the day. He was trying to seem like he cared, but after everything, he couldn't even be sure he did at the moment. But Moira was going to lose her mind. Hopefully she wouldn't notice until they could find Arno.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 7:18 pm
"God dammit... GOD DAMMIT!!... If Undine finds out, about this... ********> she cursed as she paced in a fierce panic, her body quickly engulfing into flames as she quite literally lost her cool. "We have to tell her...... We have to tell-... Oh god... Moira... ******** that. I am not dealing with that when the pain train comes. I'm getting out. Have fun with explaining that to her... Let me know when your funeral is..." Blaise extinguished her flames, walked to the blind girl, grabbing her by the arm and walking out.
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Broken_Illumination Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 7:46 pm
As the light faded and the ghost came back into view, her body seemed much more physical, much more in reality and not on and off phasing through people and objects, while her left arm seemed entirely made out of machine as well as a section on the back of her neck. "I...I have an item.." she whispered to herself before turning to watch Blaise storm off with another girl, just watching them walk off before she turned to Michael. The one who saved her and got her out of there. Tilting her head a little, she stayed where she was, unsure on what to say right away. Though a soft clicking could be heard as her passive powers started to kick in, powers she had no control or no knowledge of. Eyes slowly widening as things started to connect, green lights everywhere, she felt a strange sensation through her nerves as she stumbled forward slightly.
"a̸͉̲͙̣͎̦ḁ̧͇͙̼͉̻͈̣a̧͔̮̦̱͉̭̹̻A̵҉̤̝͇̙̥̣À͈͇̦͚͈̳̭̞A͔̕!̮̫͉̟̗̦̮͙͍͟ ̸̨͇͖̞̬̬̥̻̮́T̴̗̦̼͓̳͎̺͖o̴͉̖̻̹-̻̞̞.͏̜͚̜͎͚.̬̭̠͙̙̫͝.͏̫̦͉̞͜.̸͉̳̕ṭ͈̕͘͜ͅ-̘̠t͈̭͕͎̹͢o̱̮͍̦͔̦ͅo̢҉̹̹ ̭͚̗̼̬m̸̛̙͖͝u̡̢̮̫̙̪͖ͅc̸̙̱̖͝h҉̥̙̤̖̺͚̹͝.̥̘̪̩͓͇.̷̬̟͎̫͈̖̙̺̀ͅ.̡̡̻̥̟͓͡d͘͏̫͞-̢̘͇̺̖͚̀͝ͅd͏̼̻̕.̷̨͓͚̀.҉̧͙̩̟͉̹̲͙̞.͓̣̥̮͞d̠̪͠a̫̥̠̲̰̬̺͙̥t̵̢͎̦̪a̧̲̪̠̭.̧̢͉̰̳̲̟.͇̪̪̣̰̲̻" Her voice was distorted and incredibly mechanical, the words not sounding quite right as she spoke. Whining softly, she ran her hands through her hair and got a fistful, soon pulling at it to try and get the sudden influx of information to stop.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 5:22 pm
Michael looked over at what used to be a ghost girl and then put his hand on his face. <********..."
He analyzed the situation and came to the solemn conclusion. The sixty thousand dollars of research was gone. In an instant....to a meta that didn't have any item. He slowly crawled to his feet and then put his hands on the table nearest him. "Alright you...Once you are done having a mind-gasm, I'd like to talk to you about the item you just took and what's going on here." He shook his head. This was going to be a very long day...a very...very...long day. He turned to look at his coffee maker and turned it on. He was going to need more coffee for this.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 7:12 pm
Falling to her knees, still gripping her head, her eyes went back and forth at a speed that was far too fast for most sentient beings to do so. Mouth hanging open for a moment, she started to speak, her words still jumbled and mechanical in nature.
"B̛҉̹̭̞̫̥̱͜ͅọ̸̫̝̝͘ͅḱ͇̥̩͟͠ͅͅu̟̪̱̦͍̲̳̹ ͔̯̫̺̱͡w̻̗̭̹̗̦a̴͓̼̕ ̵̰͚͎͇͙̱͉̼ù̸̻͓͎͚͔͇͟m̯͍̺̮̀a̟̪̠̗̗̳͈͈ͅr̸̘͈̹̙̫̲̥̮͉͘e̜̯͖̳̞͜ͅ,̡͔̥̝̠͉̲͟ ̶̴̺̠͔ͅs͏͚͚͈̪o̶͏̱̫͈͖͈͓̹̜͇ś̻̥̼h̷̜̱͎͎͓͢͡i̷̙̯͞t͔̹̝̙͉̯̦͜͜͠e̢̛͉͍̞̠̘̘̻̩͞ ̦͓̥̪̜͉̞͎́k̢̥̥͓͚͎͈̝̭͟͢í̡̗̪͎̪̀z̻̟̰̱̗͔͉ư̡̟͚k͢͏̮͕u̡̪̫͙̝͠ ̸͓̻̞͢s̲̫͚͉̤̗̖͎͉͘͘͠h҉̝̟̝̪͙͉͎̟͎͘o͏̴̝̥̮ş̜̯̖̭̲e҉̞̮̱͓̘͓͜ṇ̛͖͍̬̰
҉͙̞͚͈̰̙H̢͓͕́i͙͉̕͜t̴̗͚̩̕͢o̬̦̝̱̩̲̣ ͏͎̗̩̖͓͈͟ͅn̴̪͎͖͔͎̖̣̝̤͜o̵̧̟̩̣̪̫̮̱ ̸̧̟̣͇m̸̨̩̟̹̥͓͔̹a̧̤͖̼̘̰̭͚̮͟ͅn͏̺̺͍̘̬̯͕̖e̡̜̮͓̳̼͍-̙̯̬̲̠̭̮̫̀͜g̝̤̤̘͉ͅơ͜͏̲̞͇ͅͅt̴̖̣͔̤͇̱̫o̺̩͎̺̰͞ ͈͈̠̹d͎̥̝̣͘͡ą͍͓͍ ͙̜͚͞ͅt̪̳͍̰͙ͅo͏̯̞͖͕̳̪̜̺̻̀ ̪̠̀͠s͈̜̬̯̱͖͚͝ͅh҉̱̮̼̩̗̬̙͟i̧̢̛̠̺̘̱̟̮̝̹̼t̤̺̞̲̦̖̜͘͢e̖̻̘͟ ̘̭͞n̸͍͉̲̥͓͡a̡̛̛̟̖̟̗̹̘̲͔ͅ ̧͕̱̘̮ͅͅo͕̯̬m̡̥̤͝ͅo̧̢̮͚̝͔͇̩̝͝
͚̥̯͖͓̪U͇͙̫̣̺͎̣̭̻͟t̷̢̨̖͓͖͕a̢͇̙̟̩̜i̢̡͈̟̭̬̼͞t͎͔̗s̖͎̮̳̖̺̫̀͞ų͔̥̮̜z̧̢̥͍̝̠̥̮ṳ̧̩͚̦͕k̡̺̰̭̝̩͉͖̕u͏͔͉̝̝͙͎̦͔͞ ̘t̵̰̖̘̖̞̖̬o̹̹̻͓̫͟͞ͅw̹̜̱a͙͇͕̦ͅ ̥̱̼n̖͎͚̖͟͜ó̸͇̻͇̲͝ͅ ̤̹̳̖i̴̲̘͈n҉̧̠̥o̹͇̪̣͍c͏̣̱̙͎͈̝h̳̗̥͕̱̟̝̜̭͢͝͝i̡̹̜̤̣̭ͅ ̯̜̼̥̖̠̭͇́
͇̗͕͡T̢̲̟̹͍̟͕ͅͅa̤̲̜̻̹͔̬̰͜͡t̵̶̺̦̖͈̼o̩͙̺̲̲̹͖̗͘e͚̯̲͙̭̯̫͓͎ ̗̗̯͔̗̟́͞s̴̹̞̼̥̳͢ó̸͇͉̙̹̜̝ͅŕ̫͇̖͕̘̗͜e̡҉͏͕̜̘ͅ ҉̳̙̝ǵ͚̩̹̻̺̦̪̙͟à̛̜̠͈ ̷̧̭͉̳ͅk̡̤̦i̧͖̟̩̠̱̭s̷̪͎̥̹͉͚o̸̴̲̳̻̯̕ͅn҉̖̻͠ ̻̼̀̕͞ͅk̦̘͈̟y̸̛̱̣͙͍͓̦ọ͎̝̪̠͉k̙̺̳̥̞̘̝͜u̸̢̲̫̙̥̠̭͈ ̧̪̖̗̞͝w̘̬̘͜͝o̵͎
̸̼̗̥͇͇͡Ń̖̩̪̘̜̗͙͢a̶͉̬z̪̙͇̦̞̠ó͕̮r̵̖͍̫u̷̸͓̘͍̫̩̠ ̡̼͉͓͞o̮͈̫̦͕͠͠m̸̯̣̫̳̬̻̺o̸҉͔̗̼̻͖c͏̠͈̮͓̜ḫ̸͖̤̲̥͍͕ą̢̙ ̵̧͉͈̣̼ń̵͖̝͇̲͔̦̤a̡̼̤͎̼̜͞r̙̠̜̹̺̣̥̯̫ạ̰̲̕b̨̜̘̞͘a̶̱͕̳͍͝.͉̰͙̖̪̜̜͕̝.̧͈̯̕.̙͔͚͇̯͙͜͞ ͟҉̥S̳̲̥̗̪̹̝͝o̢̢̮̫̩̯r̜̜̣̜̼̬̯͖̕͟e͏̝͈͎͕͚̱͇̖̟͞ ͕̘̥̖̯̖̹̰m̳̘͔̗͔̲̤̕o̵̸̞͚͚̼̼͘ ̷̜͔͕̥͎̣̺̹͢į̪̣͚̬̼̹̼̪i̫̟͍͓͔͘ ͕̺̝́t̡̘̱̝͙͍̱̥͞o̧̖͕̲͔͍̝̪̬͞ ͉̞͡͞k͏͓͚̭͓e̱̣̹͇t̵̡̘̗̜̣͚͡s̷̴̩̭̰̬͈̺̱u̴̞̣̫i̹̘̪̲͎̪͡
̯̲̜̖̣͘N̷̛͓ȩ̛̩̳̟͔͙̩̙̰g̵̡̦̫i҉̙̞ ̷̹̯͈̗̥̥̘̬w̢̭͕̪̲o̶̤̼͍̕ ̴͓̪͇̲͚͓̯k̨̹͔̠̝̰̀ͅa͏͙̠̮͚̼̰͇͜j̳̩͉̮̦͝i͟҉̩̗̥̺̫͙͍̬r̴̮i̶̴̴͔̭̣̗̗̰̭̬̲ ̴̛̠͖̙̣̫͕̮̺͖͘s̶̢̜̘͢o̲̕͘͝r̸̹̲̼͔͙a̡̡͙̖̻̩̹̣͕ ̫̳͉ẃ̗̻̻͖̪̮̳̤͘ͅo͎̺̕͜͢ ̵̡̦͓̝̮̗̮̠̯m͢͝҉̮̞̻̟i̢̬͙̺̘̥̻a͏̨̗̭͚̙͘g͇͉͉͕̮̻e̝̮ ̢̡̛͖s̯̹̤̼̳͎̀͡h̻͍͉̰͖͜͟ị̱͚̕͜r̴̷̥̼͖̝̙̫̮͟ͅu̘͟ ͘͏̛̳̪̺ͅw̮̗̣͎̬̖̫o̶͜҉̝̺̞̺̥
̼̰̭͜K̨͔̥ͅọ̝̘͜b̶̧̛̬͈̲͈̭o̶̻̲̬̦͝ș͎̺͎̲̪͜u͎̬ ̹͞d͔̱͙̥̠̟̭̠̀a̳͜k̰̲͢͢͜é̵̘d҉̩͇͇̼̜̖̘̠̕̕ǫ͖̗̺̜͜͞ ̡̼̪̝̱̲̬s̢̞̬̗̠̻͕o̬̝̭r͎͓͇̞͜e̙̻̞̤̮ ̰͍ṃ̶̡̛̙̮̺̰̹͙o̸͈̰̲̼ ҉̴̛̠͉ń̜̗̗̣͖̼ą̘͎͈͓̜k̴̸͙͙̹̲̱̯͔̘u̬̙͖̜̲̖̤͈͜ ̜̮̕̕s̥̥͚̤̫̮̜͍h̼͔͢ì̧̻̱̹̤̲̜̺̺ ̺͔̣͚͖̦̱̦͡ͅķ̨̫̜͠ͅi̛̱̻̳̻͎̹͟z̨̥͖̬̦̟̫̱͚̥͘u̘̬͞ḱ̜͔̥̜̙̕ͅi̷̙̰
̨̧̹̰̘̫̠͇̖J̛̣̰͟i̦̣̘̺͟ͅn͔̲̱̳̕͜k̦͙̻̩͍̫a͕̬̗͢͞ͅͅk̮̠̠̹̗̤͟u̲̰̹͍͞ ̹̰̳s̨̧̫̩͢u҉͙̩̮͖̣̻r̞̺̤̼̦̦͙͕̤a̸̮̲ ̹͉̭ư̢̡̳̝̗̩ț̷̣͟a̩̜̞̞̭̩ ̠̤͜͞ͅn̢̞̼͎͙̲̤̦̼i̷̝̟̱̕ ͕͟t̹͚̳̗a̵̭̳̙͔͎y̧͍̞̦̝̝̭̻̩͜o̲̜̯̜͘r̵҉͓̣͕̫i̘͕
̷͚̞̝F͕̖͍̩ͅu̯a͇̗̕͜ͅn̡̛͔͎͕̱̼͟ͅt͏͙͢è̷̠̟͘i̧̜̼ ̨̮͎̝͚̻͈̤ͅṇ̤͎̩̖̦̫͘a̡̜̥͉̜̟͍͞ ̢̛̰͖̬̰͈͓̲̠̠͞k͏͔į͈b̲͚͖̮̗̳a̧̰̜̺̻͖̞͘ͅn̢̰̞͓̫͔̦ ̼͙̼̙͈̣̀͘n̨͞ͅo̵͍͇̹͖̞̭̙ ̴̧͓̩̣͞m̴̷̵͍͉̦̫͎͚̲o͕̜̰͖̤͘̕ͅt̶̝̫̣͖̝̦̖̠o̡̢̻͟
̧̪̲̩̮̹͖́ͅK̷̛̞̠̩͎̦a̡̫̱̱̦̤̖̱͘e̴̞̞̣̫̗ͅŕ͙̘̝̳̟̳̤͘ụ͕̱̕͞ ͏̠̖̹ͅt̶̨̟͇̫͉͚͍͖̥̼o҉͙̙̳͓k̡̘̠͍̝͙̭̺̮ͅơ̶̼̼̞̯̭̬̗͟ ̪͖̦̠̞̬̺w̸̡̢̙̻a̮͓̩̳̝ͅ ̶̷͕̘̜ͅs͏̗̫̳̮̟̱͇́ú̟͝d͉̱͇̭̳͇e̘̺̫̖̬͈͟ ̖̼̦͖̯̪͖ǹ͙͍̺̖͈͔̝͜ͅị̡̞ ̢̛̦̯̰̝̞̞̬́h̺̙̘̹͜͡a̗̱̲̖͜i͏̨̱̬͔̙̜͖̼̥k̨͏̰̥̮̝̦͈ͅͅỳ̧̟̻̥͔̗̖̦̼͚o̦̭͇̞͕̲̕͝ͅ
͏̶͎̯͇̘͇̘̗͘M̸̮͖̙i̱̟̺̗̻͕͘̕n̠̱̙͇̯̼͍͍a͇̫̻͉̩͜͞ ̸̵͎̹͉̬n̥̗̩̰̯͉͞ͅi͈̱̯ ̢̫͓͇̺̠̬̼w͏̗͙̘̤̺͕̩̕a̶̝͈͎̥̫͙s̢͔͕̖͍u͙̲͎̘̜̙r̢̰͖͕̮͓̬e͇̳s̴͚̬̬̘͖ͅa̧̨̠͎̞͔̖̫͈̱r̝̰͔̝̹à̸̷͕̰̫͚͖̙r͏̡̺̺̞e̜͖̺̟ͅt̼̱̻̰͞͝a҉̢̮̣̗ ̜́t͓͘ò̵̬̯͙̭̰̼̩͓̬k̥̖͔͍͓̭͜ͅi̴̻͓̠̘͠͞
̧̳̜̮̰̀͞K̡͙͔͕̲͔̭̲̗̰͟ǫ̭͓͈̞̻͟ḱ̳͖o͜҉̩̝̣͢r͕͖͕̬͟o̱̩̳̪̹̹̥̭ ̶̭̼̖r̢̬͕͖̰͡à̵͎̟͈̞͍̭͍s͓̦̫̀h͞͏̼̭̳̼̻̗̝i̶̖̠̙̭̱̲̰ͅk̶̖̗͞i̶̙̰̭ ̴̛̞m̵͎͔͇ò̲͖̞̘̤n̶̛̬̬͝o̵̪͜ ̢͖̩̰g̵̛̰͇̹̖̦̯̻͈͇a̷̺͓͓͟ ̢̨̺̻͞k̢͍͕̖̩̮̬͢i҉͙̭̘̹̘͚͙̞͍e̕҉͙̯̩t͙̲̭̥̗͓̯̱e͔͔̤̖̥͚
̤̬͎̦̥̠͜B̴̻͎̗͉̻̖̟̤̀o̶͇̻̲͈͔̝̗͉ù̲̘̭͇͝s̫͕̗̹̠͟o̼̝u̷͕̭̣̗̕ ̨̢̙̣̪ͅͅn̷̨̘̟̜̗o̧̭̪̖̩͕̕͡ͅ ̻̗͉͘ḩ͚̫̮̗͜͝ͅa̵͈͚̗̣̯̠̺t̬͈̤͉̳e̷̗̯̪̠̭ ̱̝͠͠ǹ̤̝̟̼͎͎̤̭̤ị̷̶̫̯̩͙̮̥̗͎ ̧͓̬m̯ͅi̹̕͡e̝̝̖̙̦͝͞r̴̯̜̤͘͡ͅư̡̺͉͎̤
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̯̕͜͜s͔t̲̺͠ͅͅa͔̮ŗ̬̙͞ͅt̵҉̵͍̠̳ ̶̨̹̮̗͇͘C̸̦̫͍͕̜͓̰̫:̵̢͏̳̭̯̜̹̥̥̰͔ͅͅP̼̙͙̲̫̜͟r̜̰ó̭͕ͅg̶҉͇̠́r͓͔̹̀a͍̞̞͓̼͇̟͜ͅm̶̨̗̥͖ ̸̧͇̳͇̣̫͚͙̲͘F̛̖̦́i̦̟͈͍l̛̺͖͖ͅḛ̣̦͠͞ş̼̬̬̱̟̝̲͖͙̥͞I͇͞n̖͢͟͡ț̵̦̜̙̬͓̦̀e̬͎̝r̤͚̘͓ņ̡̮͚̩̙ę̮͎̩̟ṭ͉̳̣͟ ҉͕̙̜̼̠̙Ę͚͡ͅx̵̡̗̹̫p͓̘͇͉̱͇͠l҉̴̘̖o̗̙̦̠̯̻̹͘r̡̪͈̻̯̞͘e͓̜͜͟ŗ͇̼̩͈͓͖̜̰̦̬́́͠͝i̶̧̮͔̬̬̪̭e͔̥̮̳͙̪͢x͓p̷̹̝͇͉̺͠ͅl̛̪̰o͍̫͢ͅr̫̩̼̭̮͔̫̺̭͢͞è̡̠͎͓͎̜ͅͅ.͉̲̙̦̻͇̬e̪͉̹̫̣̼̰͞x͙͕̯͓̰̼́é̠̞̹̜͕̭̬̠͘͝ ̫̙̩̜̙̞̠̠
̞̗̭̥͢͡s̵͔̞̞͉̮̜̫ͅt̬̘͈͕̙̙̫̝͢a͕̥̭̮r̴̮͉̠̳̦͉͝t̵̛̪̥̕ͅͅ ̢̨̣̩̟̬̤͚̙̯
̸̼̻̥̭̼̬͔͍̝͝s͏̨̻̥̘͇͚̰̦̘̘t͙͓ͅa͠ͅr̷͖̗̥͖̠̩͔͜͡t̲͓͚̠̝̺̞̹̀̕ ̴̪̲̼͈̕
̘͎͢͡͝s̺̬ţ̩̩͓͕̀ͅá̸͉̫r̵̯ͅt̛̯̱͎̫̕
̣s҉͏̫̰͈̜͎t̠̥͎̼̜̭͘͟á͎̲̲̳͖͓r̲̱t̝͚͕̹̰̝̕ ̡͙̼̦̮͖̜͍͢ͅ
̵͔̺̦̖̲͜s̨̯͍͟ţ̗͇͕̙̺̥͍͓̙́à͇̙̰̹͇r̵̡̞̙̫̞͎̭̼̖t͈̬̳̠͖͎ ̲̥̙̦͔
̘̤̗͎͓̟̟̀͢͞s̪͖̞̱̼̳̘t͈̥̩͝a̰̱̩̜͉͇̯r͈̪̯t͎͙͠ ̢̱̟̻͚̭͠
͙̫̰̥͞͝c̢̗͖͎͢r̸̮̖̀͢a͓͍͘s̥̙͉̣̣͉h̬̻͟͝"
She took in a deep breath, eyes narrowing for half a second, eyes moving back and forth slower now. "R͚̣̰E̬͔̩̩̕s͚͓t̢̲̦a̻̪͈̭a̳̬̻͙̤͙̼a̺-͇̦͖r̗͉̮r̮̖̭̲̘̭̯ti̘̘͔n͇͎̤̬͔͓̕g̥̙̞ ̪̹̼̙̦͘
̰L̖͞o̫̹̟A̧͙͕D̢I̦͍N̤͇̰̫̫͙̠͘g͖̗͢ ͙͈̘͍
̘̫̹̖͜
̨̹l̷͍̳̤͍̟̟o҉̳a͏̜̗̤͖d͜I̡̹̺̪̙N̦̳͎͢-̸̞̯̫̥̯.̤̮͕͙͞.͇̼͚͔̺g̹̟̺͝
͚͍͈͓
͕̠͎̩s-҉̠̮S̷̹̱̼̥̜Y̸͓̣͖T̸̤̬͓̱ẹ̲͇́m̨̯͉̤ ̨̹̦O̴ņ̥͓̬͎l̰̠̞͔͙͞Ḭ̺̼͍̥̲̭N͙̦E̫̼͖̝̗ͅ" Taking in another breath, she closed her eyes, brows furrowing slightly. Still clutching her head, she slowly opened her eyes and looked over to Michael.
"S̰.͚͖͠o̧R̯R̙͉ỵ̫̯̹͇͝ͅ ̝̀S̤̲͎ͅi̭̣̫̱̦r̛̟.͔̱̤͜.̡͕͚̱͇̫̦ͅ.̯̗̹̱̹̬ͅ/̨̹͚̪̦/̝̖̤̙̤ͅ ̢̙̬̼̣̱I̮̺̘̙͚̗̰ ̥h̗͇A̬̜d ̘̪a̖͙n̯̝̭̲͔ ̞͖͘e̦̣̝̤̘̱͎ ̷̭̭̣̖͔̩ ̨ŗ͉o̗̯̩̬̳̫͙͝r̠̘̺.͙̞̩͇̦ ̜W̬̹̬͙h͖̞͕͈ḁṰ̳̭̯͍̹͜ ̣͓̼̜̙͝/̫̬̭̹̖͎̳/̯̗/̨̣̩̭̬̞ ̶̦͎̙į̦̜S̘̘̹̭͠ ̛̯̞͇I̼̙t͓͘ ̗̟̱y̞̟̼̮̼o͔̺̝͓̭̜̩͠u̩̣̖̬͓ͅ ̰͈̪͎ͅW̤̗̹̭͇!̮̬̖́s̗̙̜̝͕͟h̭͖͕̮̬ ̀t͏͚̲̗ò̩͖̺ ͓͚-͏͓̼-̫͈͉̩͇͖͞ ̬̞̰t̶̬͍͚͍̲̘A̩̣̤ͅl͙̯͖͔͕͕k͇̫̗͔͎̮̫ ͏̰͈̫͓a̢̲̭̘̩͈͓͓B̲̥̳̞̰͓͔o̞̺̼u͓t̤̗͝?͙͚̀"
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 8:23 pm
For the first time....in a long while, Michael held a curious smile. There wasn't much he couldn't look into and figure out, but this....this was an enigma. He crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Execute a search on proper speech protocol." He demanded, having problems understanding her at first, but hearing all the computer speech, and the rebooting, he pondered if he could treat her as a walking computer. He took a deep breath and waited, taking a sip from his coffee after a moment. Testing was good. He could start to test her limits....see if she could or would follow commands such as this.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 8:41 pm
Nodding slightly, her eyes closed halfway as she seemed to be connecting wireless.
"e̪̥̬X͕͚̞̥̘͇̺è̱͓c̭u͠-́t̥̟̭̠-̸̱͓̬̹-̸̮̥̟̳̘͉̜/͎̜/̰͝ng̛̞͇ ̯̺͝S̢̩͙͇͈̺//̦̪̮̥̜̩͢e̫̠͍̱͞a̺̳̖̙̣̳r͙̘͍̻̬͢C͉͚ͅH̹.̷̤̟̟̫̞̺̪
̨̗̩͈͓̖/̖͓̮͙̹͘/s̛̩̺̭̞̰̫p̳̞͚3̸ ̢͚̝̲ͅc̻H̦̙̭͚͇͍ ̛̩̬̱̥P̨̠R҉̼̗̮͔̝͎O̠̝T͎̱̟̠̪͕-̹͓c̝̟̜͈͙͕͠o̵̗͇̮̰l̛͚.̷͔͈ͅ
s̡͖̲E̡͚̭͎
͍̰̣̝̕a̗̙̮̥̙͈ͅr͔̻̻̝̖̼ ̨̗̟c̤͖h̞̳̮.ͅ
̪͉
̴̞P̩̝̬̟ͅr̸͉̻O͖̙̞ͅt͈̲̪̟͢ͅ/̠̣/̸c҉̩o̻͔̠̲̼l̮͚͔͓̟͈ͅ.̛̮͈̘ ͓̠̝̗F̨̼̯̟͓ͅo̷̘̣̖̺͇U̻̟͝N͇̳̞͙̭͕̬D̼̫̲̲͓̺
̬̰̪
̪̤̩̻̤!͉́ͅn̵s̜̘̹̣̼ţ̯̟̩/͎̯/͟a̱͕̜̬̮̼l̨͈̻i͍͇̬̩̩n̯̯̜͈g̜̭̙.̭̫̱̦̹̞"
After a couple seconds, there seemed to be a soft whirring coming from her and after another few seconds, she poke yet again. "Speech protocol installed." Anastasia blinked, looking a little confused by what she just said, clearing her throat as she looked over to Michael. "What did you want to talk about, sir?" she asked, clearly and fluently this time. If anything, her voice had a little bit of an accent.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 8:48 pm
"Ooooh...." He let out a noise of excitement as he realized the command worked solidly. "So, what I wish to speak about, is the nearly sixty thousand dollar item that you snatched, and what it means for us, and what it means for you. Please, have a seat if you like." He pointed to a nearby chair and sighed softly. "Essentially, we are the Renegade, we are fighting for rights against humans who did this to you. Who...took your item, so to speak." He folded his hands and scrunched his face. "Officially, you are now a member...But I don't even know your name. I am Michael. Maybe professor...but definitely a scientist.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 9:06 pm
Moving to the chair, Anastasia sat down quite properly in it and folded her hands in her lap, looking at the older meta with curiosity, but not enough to outright question things right away. Doing her best to keep her now connected mind from wandering off, she focused on Michael's face as he spoke, taking in every detail she could. "Michael, Sir, you can call me Anastasia." she smiled softly, responding much more like a being with warmth to them than a ghost child when they first got her out. "If I am part of this..Renegade group, I assume that you have either tasks or goals in mind for something I could do to repay you for the item I took?" she asked, tilting her head a little to the side, her eyes staying unnaturally still.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 9:12 pm
"Well, yes, but I believe in free will too. So I'd like you to help us, but I'd also like you to have your own will. I know it's a strange concept, but I'm in no ways a prison warden." He took another sip from his coffee. "But now I get to learn about you, now that you seem...very much a computer. Please, update me on your status and likely needs in the immediate future. Also, don't call me sir. I hate that. You can just call me Michael...Anastasia. "
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2016 9:45 pm
She listened to him, eyes narrowing a little, A computer, huh? Well that was new, new by far.. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes as she thought for a moment. Anastasia knew she was going to keep calling him Sir, if anything out of habit, hell, she recalled calling someone else sir all the time before, but she couldn't quite remember who. Opening her eyes after a couple seconds of silence, trying to figure out who she was, aside from being Anastasia, she started to speak.
"Files state I am Anastasia [REDACTED], adopted by [REDACTED] and given the item of Sage. Captured by Haven facility and experimented on for anti-malice powers. No other information given or accessible, Sir." she looked up at Michael after she finished speaking, her hands still folded in her lap. Glancing to the side, she tilted her head as she slowly raised a hand up to the back of her neck, feeling something similar to USB ports. "I seem to be able to access things.." she said quietly, fiddling carefully with one of the ports before feeling one of them open up. Pulling on it, she withdrew a small connector attached to a thin, fabric-covered wire. Bringing it forward to look it over, she tilted her head the other way.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 9:18 am
"Well that is certainly interesting. We have no intent of ever letting you go back to Haven...Hm..So you can interface with technology...." He walked across the room to his laptop, unplugging it and bringing it over to her. "This contains some information which will allow you to draw heads or tails of whether you'd even want to stay here." He was taking kind of a leap, but wanted to really see her power in action.
"Just be sure not to overload yourself. It seems like you handle information just like a computer. Too much at one time and you'll crash out. " He pushed his glasses up, smiling. " But you could say that I'm super intrigued with you."
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 10:27 am
Looking down at the laptop, then back up to Michael, she hesitated a moment before plugging the DNI into the laptop, unsure on what all it would do herself. This entire set of powers was new, if anything startling. Eyes narrowing then widening slightly, "Connecting to peripheral... Datajacking successful." she muttered, her eyes closing halfway as they looked back and forth quickly, as if reading. Within a couple seconds, she slumped forward slightly as a small ghost-like avatar appeared on the screen of the laptop in the bottom right corner. Hovering a few pixels above the taskbar, it had a small bubble over it's head that was quickly scrolling through numbers [Datajacking - Full Dive].
If Michael were to look at the computer screen, he'd be able to see Anastasia opening, making, and sorting folders and files - clearly intent on cleaning up and organizing the laptop before she did anything else. She was scanning through the contents at a decently fast pace, the creation and sorting of all the folders being done at a speed of around 250 actions per minute. Once everything was sorted, she opened up about ten different files at once, scrolling through them as the bubble above the ghost avatar either displayed True or False or a jumble of numbers and letters. Closing out of those ten files, she opened up five more files and scrolled through them, using the leftover usable memory to open up run.exe and quickly inputting a string of code and hitting enter, causing the black box of the run.exe filling up with quickly scrolling text before a window opened that she quickly closed, the bubble above the ghost avatar saying Access to Security System - True.
Going through a few more files, the ghost avatar went to 50% opacity and Anastasia herself opening her eyes, she looked up to Michael. "I would like to stay here, the information I can gather through this system is... interesting, Sir." Her words were a little slow, her eyes slowly moving back and forth as she seemed to be using them to look elsewhere, not even actually looking at Michael, at least not through her own eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:34 pm
Michael tilted his head, watching her and then the computer, seeing her little avatar flitting about the screen. He crossed his arms and watched her open up the command prompt, and following her actions to bypassing the security system and gaining access. "What reason did you have for doing that...? He asked curiously. He was willing to accept the fact that she cleaned up his laptop, but the security system....?
Michael grunted and turned to look at her again, sipping his coffee. "Be careful what you do with that information. I have some high powered magnets with your name on them, should you lose your mind. " He put his hand down and started clicking through files. "Son of a gun. You've got these all separated by topics and date...." He hissed through his teeth and cracked his knuckles. Hopefully, he hadn't made a mistake giving her access to things.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:53 pm
Closing her eyes for a moment then opening them again, this time actually looking at Michael, she smiled as gently as a cyborg could. "My reasoning for giving myself access to the Security System is a form of self preservation, as I normally do not have access to outside rooms, more so if I am to stay within the confines of this room. I was also curious about the other parameters of this compound, as I have a curiosity that doesn't seem to want to vanish, now...but for the sake of everyone, I am doing my best to keep it relatively limited. I have only given myself access to the most basic security measures. That being the cameras, motion sensors, and the locks within the local proximity." Anastasia rambled off her reasoning for why she had given herself the access, all of it just simply being curiosity. If he really wanted to, Michael could easily disable her access and make it harder for her to obtain it.
"I do not wish to harm those who wish to help me with the information I have, if anything I wish to help them. Which is why I had organized your files while going through them." She tilted her head a little to the side and smiled a little bit more, her expression one of an amused teenager who had partially gotten their way while still working under what was expected of them by a parental unit. "Your computer was a jumbled mess of files, so I fixed it for you."
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