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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 10:24 am
Akemi Mercuraki "We recently remodled so everything would be easier to find, so don't worry I know my way around this place. We are in the East wing so we should be about near my father's bedroom the Libraries and the portal to the my father's bookshop. The power and water related stuff at the north wing as well as well as both of our bedrooms. Armory, Holographic Simulation Rooms, Dojo, Combat Library are in the west wing. Oh, and finally we got the the kitchen, Dining Rom, Living Room, Main Entrance, and Hanger in the South Wing. Though I purposely left out some portals and all of the bathrooms." Tama replied. A young man walked out out of the Left wall off in the distance and walked up to the them. He had medium length brown hair, deep blue eyes, and pointed ears that suggested elven descent. He was covered in a cloak and wore nothing else, but Blue jeans and underwear. He seem fairly musclar, tall, and slim. "Ah, Tama I see you brought a guess I heard about Helens Situation and I guess she took you home for us. Thank you miss for taking care of my daught. I am Akira Mercuraki, Tama's father." Akira replied with a grin.
"It wasn't any problem. Tama is a good company, and I didn't have much of anything else to do." Lovissa clumsily shifted the basket again so that she could free her right hand and offer it to Akira to shake. "My name is Lovissa, and this is my cat Sari. I'm very pleased to meet you." As she said this she had to tilt her head up to look Akira in the eyes, causing the small blond ponytails at her temples to swing back. Sari just peered out over the rim of the basket.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 8:10 pm
"Thank you for taking care of Tama, Lovissa. You can head on back or eat dinner with us." Akira replied.
((Writer's block))
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 8:25 pm
Akemi Mercuraki "Thank you for taking care of Tama, Lovissa. You can head on back or eat dinner with us." Akira replied. ((Writer's block))
"Like I said before it was no problem. I actually enjoyed it much more than I would have enjoyed sitting on my lazy butt and eating candy. She's a nice kid"
Lovissa let her eyes wander a bit over the hall again, not quite sure if she was ready to part with these interesting people.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 10:00 pm
"On second thought we don't have enough food you. Your welcome at this house anytime as long as were here." Akira replied.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 10:17 pm
Akemi Mercuraki "On second though we don't have enough food you. Your welcome at this house anytime as long as were here." Akira replied.
Lovissa arched one of her brows a bit, but kept a gentle smile on her face. "Ah well, such things happen. Anyway, it was very good to meet you, both of you." Lovissa cast Akira a parting smile and then turned to Tama and deepened her smile, she really was fond of the girl. "I hope I get to see more of you. Bye then!"
Lovissa turned and glanced at the wall she had come through. Stifling a giggle she steps back through it and emerges back in the kitchen of the inn. Tempted as she is to snoop a little, she knows that would be extremely rude, so she retraces her earlier steps back to the entrance area. She pauses long enough to wave a bit to Tama's grandfather, "Bye! Have a great evening"
Then she lets herself out and wanders back down the path to the streets of Aekea. Something however irks her. Something was off. There must have been a major occurrence, she knew it. She could tell in the pit of her stomach. Unnerved she hastily made her way back towards home. She didn't know that the unease she had felt had been instincts urging her away. She couldn't have known that those instincts were urging her away from a toxic waste emergency.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 1:39 pm
Entering the city of Aekea Jack, still riding his motor bike, shoots through the roads using his newly installed GPS system to find the Alter in this city. Turning the corner Jack saw a rather massive building infront of him with a giant cross on the front. That must be where it is.
Rolling up to the front of the building a sign on the front of the door said that it was closed for today. Swearing under his breath Jack tried to open the door but failed. Just about to smash the door in he stopped himself. If he was to become good then breaking into a building wouldn't be the best of ideas, especially a church. Backing up he looks upward to the top of the fifty story high building and sighs. Maybe they didn't lock up up top.
Getting off his motor bike and taking the keys Jack closed his eyes as two buldges form on his back. Soon after the buldges break open to reveal two black feathered wings. Flapping the new wings quickly winds began to pick up around Jack before he shot up into the air. Quickly reaching the top of the building Jack came back down to the ground. His wings retracted back into his back as he walked foward.
There infront of him was the alter of Aekea, how handy. Walking up to the alter Jack kneeled down and began to pray for forgivness of his past sins. Minutes past before Jack reopened his eyes and stood up. Time then stopped once again, this was shown by all the flying vehicles stopping in flight at the same time. A light shone down from the heavens upon Jack upon the roof. Another sign. His gauntlet upon his right hand suddenly burst into light like a pokemon when it evolves. As the gauntlets light dissapated the gauntlet had changed from being black and red to a silver gauntlet which stretched all the way up to his shoulder.
The light from above then dissapeared and time resumed. Gripping his right fist with the new armour Jack smiled. The armour seemed to not even be there, but it was. A holy glow formed around the gauntlet before Jack moved when it would dissapear. Heading to the edge of the building the two black feathered wings came out once again before Jack jumped from the building and began to float down towards the ground. Keeping a steady flapping pace as he dropped down.
Reaching the ground softly Jack mounted up on his bike before reving the engine and blasting off out of town. Where would be his next destination?
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 11:22 pm
While playing body guard to his girlfriend's younger uncle Eric on a tour of the local robot factory Terran found out from Bildeau that most of the other robots have caught a mysterious virus that is causing them to build something.
Bildeau worried what could happen was desperate to stop them, so let Terran and Eric who were complete strangers help out.
Terran was a small man of eighteen and the spitting image of a dwarf except that he wasn't technically a typical dwarf while he did have some Dwarven DNA. He wielded pair of Dwarven Battle Axes and commanded the Land through sheer will power. He had semi long soil brown hair and muddy brown eyes with a surprising small beard. He was wearing nothing, but pair of cargo pants.
Eric was a small boy with brown hair and forest green eyes. He wore special glasses that used magitechnological advances to allow him infrared vision and yet appeared and could work just like normal glasses. In his cases they were silver ovular rimmed glasses that fit him pretty well. He wore a Japanese Style Male School Uniform (which wasn't unheard of unifrom) with matching shoes and a Backpack made out of a strange metal that held his AI companion who has yet to choose a name for herself. No one, but Eric and herself have seen what she looks like, but it's generally belived by her allies that she does not possess any weaponry as of yet.
Both men were currently waiting for more information form Bildeau.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 11:38 pm
Bildeau was currently busy yelling at the other robots. He had the strength to physically pick up and redirect bots, so he and a few of the others who hadn't caught the virus were doing what they could. Who Terran and Eric would be talking to was a diminutive guy, about yay high with large glasses on his face... looked to be plucked straight from an anime.
The young man adjusted his glasses. "Just you two? It'll be fine, then..."
He pulled them off and wiped them on his long, white coat that dragged the ground. While this factory was maintained well by the head bots, it always helped to have humanoids around, people who couldn't catch the computer viruses. Turning a bit to the side made his name tag reflect the overhead lights, and the name Noah could be read when he turned straight to them again.
"Thanks for showing up, anyway. Like B said, these things are acting up. They're in workhouse B, the largest of the ones at this particular facility. You have to see this to believe it... follow me."
Noah didn't wait for objections... they came, they were gonna help. As they walked, he clicked his mechanical pencil. "What're your names again? Forgot to write it down. And do you have any experience working with robots?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:15 am
"I am Terran Cinderedge and Eric Kageyama. We are both experienced with Artifical Intelligence including beings that could be described as Robots, but they are unlike anything I've seen this plant I am afaid. I have more experience with dealing them, but am terrible with actually opperating machines. However Eric is a skilled hacker and engineer and keeps one of his own creations in his backpack at all times, so technically there are three of us. He is still young and does not possess the physical or diplomatic skills needed to survive against our enemies so was assigned as his body guard. " Terran replied in a way that was almost seemed surprisingly friendly for someone who was used to almost constantly having their guard up.
"As far I know everything he says is correct." Said the female voice belonging to Eric's AI who like previously mentioned was currently inside Eric's backpack. The AI had a intentional symbiotic psionic mind link that was amplified by Eric's latent technopathic ability and thus Eric's AI normally knew everything Eric did.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:07 pm
"A little extraneous information there," Noah mused as he wrote all three of their names down, "but alright. Well, it's good that you're a white or gray hat... still, means I have to watch you. These guys are messed up enough."
Noah's assumption that Eric was a white or gray hat was based on the fact that people don't usually go around saying that they were hackers. Either Eric was one of the guys who helped people look for vulnerabilities... or he was just showing off. No matter. "We already know what their problem is, and in just a second, you'll be able to see what they're building."
Through this and that walkway did they travel, the walls still wide for the transport of large materials. The way was marked with colors for the humanoids that didn't know their way and barcode for the bots. It was kinda like seeing Braille under standard lettering. Of course, there was no Braille here because blind people shouldn't be in factories.
"We're almost there..." Noah used his left hand to gather up the dragging portion of his work coat as he walked up a set of metallic stairs that led up to a catwalk. He released the excess when he was there, and used the hand to motion to the large window they'd come to. In the next room was a structure of gigan proportions, and the great majority of the bots were either carrying materials to, or placing materials on, the monstrosity.
"It was a disgruntled employee, something about not trusting robots, them being nothing but tin cans, et cetera. He put in a program that had them build this... this ginormous mech that you see here." Noah sighed. "I don't know if using the design of Robocop's mech-gone-insane is irony or just horrible judgment. It's not online at all right now, and they've still got a ways to go. The problem we're having is less with getting the code sorted out, but actually physically stopping the robots from building. We can send the overriding stop code out on the frequency we use to communicate with them, but we're still perfecting it. In the meantime, we'll need you, Terran, to just stop them. Try not to bust them up too badly; we'll have to repair everything broken and if the costs get too high, we'll have to take it from what we're planning to give you for helping.
"As for you, Eric... I don't suppose another hand on the code could hurt, as long as you don't mess it up more than it is. We have a lead programmer, so do what he says. The code has to be tailored a certain way... otherwise, we would've already done the quick fix overrides."
Noah adjusted his glasses, then pointed down the hall. "The door to the factory floor is down there; it'll lead you straight to it. Coming this long way to stop them has slowed our coding way down... a bot fell and is blocking the door, and the other bots are too busy stopping the bots from building to notice." He sighed, looking exasperated.
"We just need some strong arms. Sorry it's not glamorous, setting you up for a bit of physical labor, but when the robot's moved, we'll send more in. Are there any questions?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 3:45 am
((You made a slight mistake writing down all three of there names when only two have a name currently. The AI's nameless so far. Sorry about this small post. Hopefully I can think of better quality stuff for the rest of the RP.))
Things weren't so black and white as Noah made it out and actually though young Eric had the important task of hacking into his originization's enemies computers.
He had once even hacked into a the lead spaceship of an hostile Alien Armada planning to destroy Gaia.
"Well I do have one question? Where do I do find this lead programmer? Oh, and as for damages I am sure one of our contacts can handle the payments for any damages there might be, but I am sure Terran will be careful." Eric replied while Terran just shook his and then started to glow as he slowly grew to 5 feet 7 Inches tall.
He now looked fairly human, but the form wasn't human. His cargo pants were magically enchanted to change with him. His reason for changing forms was simple with longer legs he could run to door quicker. He ran at the bot and lifted it up then walked back to the room and dropped it on it's side incase it was infected with the virus and would if turned upright would logically go back to working on the Mech. He then ran back to the door while channing back into his dwarven form and proceded to open the door. After that he put up his guard without drawing his weapons. Finally he started to check out his surroundings to get a good feel of the room and what was happening around him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 10:24 pm
[i didn't. the ai has been noted as something generic, like "weird voice in booksack." she spoke up, so she's noted.]
"He'd better. It's less a matter of-- oh, nevermind. Just don't mess things up. Follow me."
Terran was left to his task... a rather boring one. The robots of course had the mind to right themselves... else they could've already gone in and toppled the bots, so Terran would see that downed worked push to its treads and go somewhere it could be useful. The place was busy, with the bots moving at a feverish pace to hurry up the completion of the mech.
As for Eric, he was lead back down quickly to a side hall they'd passed once. Going through a door on that hall revealed row upon row upon brow-raising row of people at consoles, everyone working to isolate small bits of the code and change it. They all had intimate knowledge of the programs, so knew what was messed up, what was getting fixed, and what was kosher. Of course, there are only so many ways to skin a cat.
"There, take that console..." Noah pointed to an empty station, which had a packet of papers next to the monitor. "There's a cheat sheet right there, so just doublecheck and make sure everything's good. Anything that doesn't match up with the sheet, just edit the lines as written. To the letter and punctuation," Noah stressed. "Even if some phrases are nonsensical in the common languages, it makes perfect sense to them."
It was then that someone came in, informing people that the door had been cleared. Another person noted that ammo was now being acquired, though none had been loaded. Some people were already on their way to the newly reopened doors, and others left their stations uniformly... apparently, they'd already cleared who was good to go and who was going to stay and code.
"Work as fast as you can. If you're as good as you hinted, then you can go to any free station without a green screen and clear up that code."
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 1:03 am
((This is going to be a short post unless I get more inspiration all of sudden like the last post.))
Terran focused and closed his eyes he could see every speck of dirt he sensed every spec of dirt and other earthly material in the area. He geokinetically gathered a huge sphere surrounding dirt/soil which had managed to get in mostly likely by the factory workers themselves carrying it. He then scattered the dirt into the air and one by tried to clog up the all of the Robots joints (or what ever part of the body was nessacary to stop them from moving with the exception of vital systems.), so they could they could no longer move themselves.
Of course if successful this would easily reversed after the Virus was eliminated.
Eric was doing fine he had no problems as of yet.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:10 pm
The problem with using dirt to clog was that while some of the bots had exposed joints, they were places that a bit of dust and dirt wouldn't matter. Treads, fingers... but one had to believe that Bildeau and the humanoids with him built the workers so that they were at least partly waterproof, and had some protection at the joints. The point is, while it was an interesting ideal, the most Terran would do is get the bots and their joints dusty. Considering the fact that there were robots made to keep things sanitary and almost sterile, as well as the number of bots that had to be slowed, it wasn't too far fetched a fact to consider.
However, there were a few lower models, in the aforementioned cleaning departments, that were susceptible... go figure. The work largely continued, until there was a flow of people moving into the room, to physically hold the robots back. There were the directives in the workers, so any struggling would be incidental... knowledge that the work has to continue, without willingness to injure the allies trying to stop them from working.
As for Eric and the programmers, things went on smoothly. It seemed that they may've come for nothing, Terran doing the most between them as the lead programmer's exclamation and whooping indicated that he found something.
"Alright! Look at this... and look at me stomp this thing! Finish up your sections, I just found the root! Close your stations when you guys are done, and I'll just be done with this in... just... a... bit..." Already, that man was letting his fingers fly, rewriting the bad code.
"Hey, new helper guy that came with the other helper guy! Get out of the code, and go to the control board up front. Turn the frequency to 140.85, and set the dial to 'full broadcast.' I think we've just about got this nonsense cracked."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:21 am
((That's all I got tonight it's 2:20 AM here.))
The task set for Terran was simple enough so he did it without hestitation.
As for Eric he felt kind of useless as his talents were better used elsewhere and frankly he had run out of ideas.
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