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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 10:35 am
Michael nodded slowly. "I hope that you will continue to think that way, protecting and helping, rather than trying to sell out or root from within." He responded well, smiling gently at her and pushing those loose glasses of his up. He shuffled around with some papers and reached for the usb.
His hand went away from it and he paused for a moment. " It was an organized mess, thank you. My mind just works in weird ways. But I suppose you can see everything that I've been working on."
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 12:38 pm
"I organized all of the files as they should be, as well as ran a scan to make sure that no attack files were hiding away in them. " Anastasia cleared her throat, closing her eyes as she smirked a little bit, possibly a little amused by his reaction to the files being sorted. "Everything has its place, though if you want me to undo it, I can easily do that, sir." She opened her eyes, which were now quickly sliding back and forth as she undid the organization she did only moments before.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 12:44 pm
Michael groaned. "Leave them, leave them." He seemed more this moment like an old professor ranting as he walked back and forth around the room. "The implications here are crazy. You can interface at least with computers, and the internet for that matter, since I had you search for a speech protocol...." He picked up the end of a pencil and chewed on it. "Well, I....We need to find Arno the shark. Please do a search on this Morad research center and monitor for police activity" He finally got his brain back to the task on hand, making sure Moira didn't kill him when she got back. The blame was falling on him, since Blaise was nowhere to be found. Turning the corner, he picked up Vic, which was a lot easier to do since he was missing a lot of his body mass, and put him up on a thin bed. He began attaching little pads and wires to him, to monitor his health.
"I'm in for such a headache. "
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 6:54 pm
Nodding, she stopped un-sorting the files. Looking up as Michael ranted, she followed him with her eyes for a moment then closed them as he continued to speak. It was strange attempting to keep her eyes on someone who was moving so much, but she would get used to it over time. Hearing a command, she nodded and slipped back into the computer fully, the little ghost avatar coming back on the monitor fully. As she dove, she spoke through the computers speakers, which caused her voice to sound much more robotic as she did so.
"Searching recent files for Arno the Shark." Anastasia stated before she dove into the accessible network, her physical body slumping forward and nearly slamming into the table in front of her. "Updated Bounty on Arno the Shark. All other files older than one month ignored from main data stream. as he spoke, the avatar vanished for a half second, then it flickered back.
"Minimal access to Morrad Haven Compound available. Files are coded. Decoding.." As she dove back in, she did her best to access the files, her little avatar vanishing for a little while [Datajacking - Dive & Hacking: 28. Fail]
[Datajacking: Dive & Hacking]
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 9:10 pm
Michael rubbed his hands together like a mad genius. He had a cyber-meta that could literally hack anywhere that was every connected to the internet. Getting into a haven database file? That was what he was talking about. Perhaps this is just what the Renegades needed....to be able to fully pull and publish files straight from their private databases.
He watched her with much intent, his focus now completely on her. "Do go on. I'd like to see just how far this rabbit hole goes." He licked his lips with anticipation. He could literally see the hordes of information that they could pull from Haven. With so much evidence, how could the people allow the mistreatment of Meta?
Then it was taking a while. "What seems to be the matter? Being circumvented? Firewall?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 8:38 pm
Unable to answer right away, Anastasia tried once more, going at the file with all that she could [Datajacking - Dive & Hack: 25, Fail] before the little ghost avatar appeared again. Taking in a breath, she opened her eyes half way, only partially within her own body again. "I am sorry sir, I am having some issues getting into the files requested. I can try once more before I hit m limit for the day. I am also unsure on the extent of their security if I were to try more than once more on these sorts of sensitive documents. she let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes again, awaiting his response.
[Datajacking: Dive & Hacking]
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 11:09 am
Michael made a displeased sigh and shrugged his shoulders. "You are still new to your powers, just let it lie for right now and get some practice in. I've got a firewall you can practice on cracking. I've been taking lessons and reading, so it should be at least sufficient for practice. " he shook his head and opened several files, attempting to design the legs he was going to work on for Vic. He had talked with Anastasia about the different style and material choices they should use to make it convenient and useful for the man. Michael had been taking great strides and with a little bit of wiring and the like, he could build then to be controlled by the same impulses that would move normal legs. "Otherwise, you can continue to help me design and assign budget to the new project, as well as balancing my assets and letting me know where we are at as far as the money goes." Rubbing his head, he turned to look at her again. She was so odd...but fascinating.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 7:02 pm
Anastasia tried once more [Datajacking - Dive & Hack - 33 Fail] before pulling herself fully from the Haven files and shook her head, bringing her hands up to clutch at her head and taking in a deep breath and holding it and looking over to Michael. Taking some time to sort her own thoughts, she decided to go about helping with the second suggestion that he had - as she was far too tire to try and practice on the firewall. As she went to dive back in, she halted suddenly, "Sir.... if it is okay, may...may I rest?" she asked hesitantly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 3:39 pm
Michael furrowed his brows in slight irritance as she made the last attempt and turned his swiveling chair around to fully look at her. He folded his hands in his lap, his eyes darting over her as he drew in information from his observations of her state. He noted the hesitance in her voice and exhaled softly.
"I suppose a rest is in order. You are rather fresh to your new item, and testing your limitations and boundaries. Do you need anything?" He asked, trying to be a decent host. He wasn't even sure if she needed sustinence at this point. "Are you hungry or thirsty? Do you want to sit in a chair or need a blanket? I'm sure I have one somewhere around here." His fatigue was very much so evident on his face as he got to his feet. He needed to clean up as well. He sighed as he looked across his laboratory.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 4:40 pm
Anastasia looked like she was outwardly fine, as her mixture of Ghost and Cyborg properties making it near impossible to tell if she was actually tired or ill just by looking at her, but she felt exhausted. "I...think I will be fine if I just sit in a corner. I'm...not sure if I need anything to sustain myself as of this point in time aside from rest. I will keep you updated, sir." She said quickly, moving to stand up straight, putting her hands at her sides and looking Michael over. "You look like you're in need of rest yourself, sir. Perhaps you should take some time to yourself, too?" Anastasia asked, tilting her head a tiny little bit.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 5:22 pm
Michael shook his head a little bit. "There's not really time for me to rest, between the patient, the proximity cameras, and trying to make sure no one kills each other." He replied, rubbing his tired eyes. "I appreciate the sentiment though." He stretched his muscles, his back popping and yawned. "A moment's rest and I could spell more disaster than I've already caused. "
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 5:26 pm
Tilting her head a little bit, she glanced to Vic's unconscious form, then to the laptop that she was still plugged into. "If it would help, Sir, I can keep an eye on the proximity cameras and any other security protocol while you can keep an eye on the patient. I just do not want you to overwork yourself, Sir." Anastasia smiled a little, placing her hands very gently on the table in front of her where the laptop was still sitting. "I am sure that allowing myself to stay connected to the system while I am resting will allow me to keep an eye on things while I am able to get the required amount of rest."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 6:01 pm
Michael eyed her suspiciously and cracked his knuckles. "I don't know about that. Well, I guess it would be time to prove yourself. Should the base be compromised on your watch, then you will be punished accordingly. Should you prove me wrong, well, I will reassess my trust and faith and give you more leeway. Most of my fear stems from you running outside. It is not safe, and technically you are debted to me. " He explained his mind clearly, waiting for her response before he decided if rest was okay.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 6:12 pm
Bowing deeply, Anastasia slowly straightened herself back up and nodded, a small smile on her lips, "I accept the challenge, Sir." she said quickly before settling on the floor right next to the table, practically under it, so she could remain connected to the laptop as she wasn't too sure how far her own wires would be and she didn't want to risk going too far and screwing something up somehow.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 6:20 pm
Michael drew a long breath before turning back to his table and laying his head down, scribbling some numbers down and slowly drifting off to sleep. His hand made a thud against the desk, the pen scattering onto the floor. There were soft snoring sounds coming from him, his will alone the only thing that had kept him awake.
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