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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:33 pm
The screen flickered for a moment before Aya’s form slowly moved in, appearing from the side before emerging. She was properly proportioned for a Elder Hacker and in the precision of the TV screen, could be seen for the dazzling emerald green. Female, if her name hadn’t implied it. Mitsuru had turned his attention to the screen. From the small screen and the larger monitor of his computer, he hadn’t been able to see the entire effect and the minor detailing of the Hacker.
“Is it suppose to look distorted?” He said, raising a finger to point her out. She looked…weird. Whoever came up with the program was a terrible artists. Sure, they did everything amazingly well, with the color and texture, but why make it look like…whatever it was?! Didn’t most hackers make neat looking images like animals or weird cartoonish characters? Then again, he wasn’t a hacker. Who knew what those guys thought up?
<Hello. I’m glad to be off that device. It was very small. Thank youAya’s voice was light and sweet, well mannered and had an air of elegance if not etiquette.
Mitsuru looked at his phone on the desk and then at the screen. “..is that is? Is everything fixed now?” Since she was moved to that screen, did t hat mean his computer and his phone where free of the Elder?
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:44 pm
< I'm glad you're feeling a bit better. Are you in need of something to eat, or at least a chance to rid yourself of any aches? I can repair any damage you feel you may have. >
Trisste smiled (translated as '=)' in his box) to indicate he was really there to help, and he waited from any further conformation from Aya. He wasn't how sure her skills where in regards to knowing about being checked and checking others, so he didn't want to plow ahead and start to scan her only to have Aya get upset.
< As for you, Mr. Mitsuru was it? If you have any more questions other than 'is everything fixed', I suggest you talk to Sionce. He is the one who will officially give you the okay towards your system and its status. >
"It shouldn't be hard to do a scan now of his laptop and telephone to see if he's got any residual. I do think that Aya was the cause of most of the lagging since she was probably eating files left and right straight from his board instead of creating her own, so it's better to check now."
Doing actual work on computers, instead of having to help out newbies with their Hacker issues, was Sionce's real job and the only thing he honestly enjoyed. Sure, he had nothing against the Hackers at all and often went out of his way to do things for them, but first and foremost he was a server and system repair man.
"If you'd like me to double check anything and everything, hand over what you want done. It'll take at least a good few minutes for a scan to run through everything and then some time after that if things need repaired. In the meantime, I'd suggest you talk to the two on the screen or ask me questions about your system. If you want to know more about what they are, ask them yourself."
Sionce was no one's middle man, and he had clearly ignored the distorted comment, along with Trisste.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 9:35 pm
Aya said, seeming cautious of the other but kind and growing trust towards Trisste.
This had to be the weirdest conversation ever met. Well, maybe not the weirdest, as no one was speaking in tongues, but it was up there, as least for him. Talking to animated pixels and talking to a guy in a bunny mask. If it wasn’t for that pulling sensation in his legs from biking it all the way here, he would have thought this was a odd dream brought on my staying up too late in front of the computer and he would wake up with keyboard imprints on his face. (Always lovely to wake up to.)
Still, he couldn’t feel happier that what had been aggravating him for some time was getting fixed and with relative ease. Part of him wondered of the cost, as most of the money he had, given to him from writing newsletters and magazines, where being saved for his main project. To think that it might be dived into, if not reduced to cents, clenched at his heart. Still, it was better to have this fixed. Though he was no computer guru, it was all he had for his work. All his files where on there and when he found it suddenly lagging, he had to drop down on hands and knees, petting his laptop and wishing it well again. Knowing this didn’t work, he had to go out and seek all professional help the internet search engines could provide and a few smart allecks from class. The only person that responded after a few weeks, weeks of uttermost hell for Misturu, was this guy. Okay, so he was weird, but he knew what he was doing. He needed his laptop. Part of him had wanted to insult his family for even giving him the damn thing. He wouldn’t have had this problem if he was just writing on paper and using a typewriter again.
“Um…I have it right here.” He said, and turned back to reach for his backpack, sliding it off and setting it on the ground before unzipping it. He knew that with a tech guy, he would probably need him to look at it. Pulling it out, it was a soft black. Mitsuru didn’t know if the computer would have worked well and thought that if it came too it, it might need to be returned, so he didn’t personalize it on the outside, just to be safe. Holding it, he looked back up at Sionce, letting his fingers curl around the laptop. He had a lot of things, valuable things in there. Not to mention very embarrassing things that even his family didn’t see. Last thing he wanted was for some guy to snoop around on his laptop and pull up some hidden folders. He wasn’t good at hiding things so instead just used the method of making folders with normal names, then placing a folder in a folder, in a folder, to hide things.
“You’re just going to scan it, right? No clicking around and opening things.” He said, slowly holding it up. “Okay?” He said, holding it.
As he released the laptop, though not with clear hesitation, he set the phone inside his pocket. It was a hand-me-down backup, used in the case that his old phone was somehow broken or battery died and for whatever reason, he needed one immediately, so he didn’t care what happened to it. It was a piece of junk, which is why he used it to transport Aya. Ai-ya. A- ya? However it was said.
Speaking of which.
He turned his chair to look at the screen. He was suppose to talk to these things? Well, it wasn’t like Sionce wanted to talk to him, but he felt even more ridiculous to talk to a screen. It was inanimate. He still felt that Sionce would suddenly laugh at him and say, ‘PSYCHE! I can’t believe you’re THAT gullible!’ Still, as Mitsuru glanced at him, he felt like the guy was too serious for his own good. He probably hadn’t cracked a smile since he was four, and even then it was probably when he was sleeping and unaware. Then again, maybe he was smiling more often under the mask. What was up with the MASK?! And of a bunny? Why not something more….macho? Like you’re the one to talk about wearing macho things?!
Turning away from Sionce, he looked back at the screen. Okay. Humor the loony Bunny man. Mr. Peter Rabbit. Mr. White Rabbit. Mr. Cottontail. Mr. Bugs Bunny.
“So…….what exactly are you? Vegetable, Animal, or Mineral? And why of all places, my laptop? I mean, how did you get in? ” He didn’t know jack about how things like viruses found their way into computers. He just had this image of a house with security like Norton, then a window was open somewhere and let in a hacker. It probably was very flawed, but in his brain, that’s how the internet and the laptop he owned worked. Boy was he the worst excuse for a child of the technology age! Here there where people playing games, customizing computers and making web sites and he was just opening Microsoft Word!
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 10:24 pm
"...I'd already told you, those beings on the screen are called 'Hackers'. If you had to seriously classify them, they're digital animals."
Sionce took the laptop from Mitsuru with a scowl on his face, grateful that it couldn't be seen from behind his mask. This boy was slowly trying his nerves with the level of ignorance that he seemed to be showing, and considering how much patience Sionce actually had in regards towards members of the male gender, Mitsuru must have been pushing pretty hard.
"And I do believe we already explained to you how she was able to generate on your computer - a random event created by random data."
< It's as he says. We are generated when certain conditions are met in an random or unspecific manner, and when everything has been fulfilled we're created. Usually things start off as an Egg and we 'evolve' from there, but sometimes something happens and the data 'glitches' during the process and the final stage is thus reached. Aya is a fine example of this. >
Trisste smiled ( '=)' ) as he looked at the female Elder next to him, and without any further ado he slowly stared at a code that floated before him, accessing it to open it without any difficulties.
< Starting the scan now, Aya. If you do 'feel' anything at all, or notice a change, please let me know. We may have detected something. >
A soft white light began to glow around Aya's ankles and wrists, forming what looked like bracelets that seemed to move slowly up her arms and legs. They were indeed Trisste's special scanners, made by the Elder Hacker for other Hackers, and where a prime tool in detecting anything and everything.
< Any changes? >
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:48 am
Mitsuru could tell Sionce was displeased at having him for company and knew he was scowling without needed to look under his mask. The tone of voice and the way he took the laptop from his hands said as much. It had to be the worst situation to have to come to a stranger’s home for help and having to be a proper guest while the host did nothing but bash you and fume. It wasn’t like he was happy about this either. In all honesty, if he could have found anyone, ANYONE, that knew how to fix his problem, he would have gone there and saved them all the hassle, but that just wasn’t the case. Sionce was the only one who knew anything about this, yet he wasn’t really much helping in explaining it to him.
“Well excuse me for not getting it the first time. I’m not as computer savvy as you are. I didn’t go to school to learn computers.” Hell, he barely used the ones at school. The last thing he needed was his class to see him failing at the simplest tasks. He had enough against him. “I’m sorry I don’t know half the stuff that you do and that I really don’t get how data glitches and makes Hackers. How about I just sit here and say nothing and remain ignorant.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest and slouching slightly on the chair, turning his attention to bore holes into the screen where Trisste was scanning Aya.
Mitsuru hated how people acted so smug about what they knew and then seemed to chop off the heads of those that just didn’t get it. Okay, he was an idiot technology wise. The most he did was use an Ipod and he had to have someone walk him through downloading ITunes. He usually liked things that clicked, where self explanatory, and then he was done. At least he knew how to use the internet, MS Office, and the basics. Did anyone give him that much credit? It wasn’t like he had neglected technology. Sue him for not having a computer when he was 4 like most of the people he knew. He had learned out of books, worked on pen and paper, and was basically ignorant of the internet for a while until it was downright mandatory in schools and by then, it was just assumed it was common knowledge for everyone.
It had been a few months now and he had only know mastered the degree to be considered ‘normal’, even managing a website, but that still didn’t mean he understood the computer jargon. What did he care? It wasn’t like he was going to make his job out of computers anyways. He had bigger, better things in mind, all currently in the works. Speaking of which, he wondered if he should meet back at the studio to see Albert.
While Mitsuru took his spot in the chair, anchored in a irrigated gaze though deciding that not talking would just make everyone happier, Aya watched as Trisste’s scanners worked about her body. It had a tingling sensation to be scanned this way, but there was not much she ‘felt’. Not until her right side was scanned.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:31 pm
"Sounds like a plan. It's harder for me to work with someone talking at me anyway."
Sionce rubbed the underside of his chin with his hand before turning his masked face down at the laptop that was perched in his fingers.
Truth be told he'd rather hoped the kid would drop his stuff off and then get out, leaving Sionce to work in peace, but it didn't look like that was going to be any sort of a possibility.
Without any further ado he started to plug several wires and cables into the different ports of Mitsuru's laptop, his eyes never leaving the screen.
< On your right side? >
As soon as Aya had finished speaking where she felt different, Trisste sent his scanners over that way and lowered his eyes to watch the different chains of information they sent his way on her condition. She seemed to be alright, for the most part, though Trisste's expression changed into a slight '!' when he noticed a small glitch.
< Oh, I see. When you were being formed you must have come up against a firewall of some kind. Your code seems to be a little rough in this area, but I can fix it without any worries. Let's continue with the scan and come back to this part, shall we? >
The small rings started to move away from Aya's side and about her body once more, Trisste calculating what needed to come next. He was trapped in his own little thoughts that Sionce's voice startled him, and he looked up as the man cleared his throat.
< Yes? >
"So she's got firewall damage? I think it's more or less she's over-eating on data, because most of what I'm scanning on this kid's computer is he's got several folders within folders."
Sionce turned and looked at Mitsuru, his expression unreadable as always behind his mask. He figured the kid had to be hiding something to use such an old method of keeping things safe, and he sighed as he thought about what advice to give that could possibly be in this kid's price range.
"If you're going to have something you don't want others seeing, I'd recommend getting a pass code system instead of just burying or "hiding" your information. You're lagging because of the sheer amount of junk you have that's complete excess."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 10:04 pm
Though Mitsuru was the one to say he’d just be quite, he had half expected for Sionce to say something along the lines of an apology at being the one to make him be silent. A “No. No. No. I didn’t mean for you to be quiet all together. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you where technologically handicapped.” Or anything of that nature. Instead, he was irked that the man was glad he went mute, as if him speaking was the most annoying thing to listen to, and went to work. Mitsuru quickly defended any desire to continue talking by being stubborn and quiet. If he wanted him to shut up, okay. Fine then. He’d just not say a god damn thing for the entire stay. The guy probably wasn’t use to talking to NORMAL people anyways. Don’t call yourself normal, Mitsuru. You’re hardly thus. Great. Now his brain was going to insult him.
Silently fuming for a few minutes, Mitsuru grew tired of such a tight-fisted act and instead went lax, looking with a bored expression at the screen. Tristte (what a weird name) was making little halos move about Aya. It was sorta neat (okay, maybe a bit more than ‘sorta’) to see it, like moving hula-hoop of light. Okay, so he might not know what was going on, but he could appreciate the pretty colors at least. Boy do I sound like a simpleton. Look at the pretty colors, Grandma! For all I know, this could be some super intense and precise operation and it’s just flying over my head. Mitsuru took a glance to Sionce but the man was busy with his computer. Well, so much for asking. He wasn’t about to say another question. The man would probably just insult his ignorance and tell him that he was distracting him from work. He seemed the type. Instead, Mitsuru looked back to the screen. Sitting here in silence was a bit unnerving, and now that he wasn’t thinking about anything else, he realized he was pretty beat from hiking his bike all the way here. Then again, taking a nap in the chair probably wouldn’t be something Sionce would like.
It was that type of sleep haze and quite that he was startled when Sionce talked, and he slowly turned around just as Sionce was talking about files being hidden. Mitsuru’s expression suddenly turned vivid with shock, something akin to a deer in the headlights, as color raced first out of his face, paling his complexion, before it seemed to burst bright with a mingling pigment of pink and red that did a contrast to his light colored hair. Though he felt frozen for a few seconds, the moment his heart decided to leap in his throat, he was propelled out of his seat and he shot a hand out, grabbing the frame of his own laptop to move the monitor half down, tilting it so that he could see what was being viewed.
Dear god. Dear god. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Of all things and all my luck, please let it be one of the files that has something less …..intense!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 12:49 pm
Sionce simply stared at Mitsuru, his face blank behind his mask as he monitored the youth's strange and clearly unneeded overreaction. It was obvious he responded to something Sionce had said, not towards the condition of Aya on the computer display screen, so he didn't really want to give this kid any kind of facial response as a reward or credit for actually doing anything.
After all if the fact that something was wrong with his Hacker, the companion he'd most likely have for a while and beyond now, didn't register with the boy as trouble then Sionce didn't care....much.
"If you're worried that I'm snooping, then I'd have to insist once again that you're just a friggin brat. I've no interest in what you're hiding since you only asked me to scan your computer for issues."
It was true, he wasn't going to actually dig into any files and open them to see what they were. He know, judging from the kid's age and overall appearance, that it wasn't anything like porn, so he figured whatever else it was mattered even less to him.
"If you want me to continue, you'd better let go. Otherwise I'm going to have to tell you to leave, and I'll just keep your Hacker here. No need to give her back to someone who doesn't give a rat about her condition, instead only worrying about something they're hiding from others."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 8:51 pm
Mitsuru grew up with his own opinion and was very outspoken. He learned early on that life was short and keeping polite only to soften pleasantries with other people was wrong in a sense, as it was a form of lying and he disliked that. Deception was something he picked and choose but liked to lessen when possible. It was this case that he wasn’t in much of a mood to dance around Sionce’s attitude and let him think that what he said would float with him.
Releasing his grip, he brought his hands next to him, but stood firm. Sure, this guy had his livelihood in his hands, but he felt his tongue burn to speak. “You’re calling me the brat? I hope you don’t think that your attitude is socially acceptable by anyone’s standards. I think you’ve been copped up here too long to think that the way you address people is downright rude and most people with shorter tempers, shorter fuses, and more muscle mass would probably bash your brains in for saying things like that. So if we are just going to jump back and forth pretending we know everyone about each other, then we can, but I’d rather not hear from someone who doesn’t look like they left their house in the last 3 years talk to me as if they know anything aside from computers. Now, I can’t leave without my laptop as it’s very important and I know you don’t like me, but let’s try and be civil about this.” He said, eyes turning away.
He noted Aya on the screen and then let his gaze wander back to Sionce. This guy really had it for these things, so probably bad mouthing it was not going to get him anywhere. If this happened again, it was best he was on the best side he could get in what he could receive after all he said. “Alright, let me start. I’m sorry. I just happen to be a little tense when someone’s messing on my computer. I don’t know if it’s the same with you, but it’s like some strangers rifling through my room. It’s an invasion of privacy, so it’s even weirder to find a Hacker on your laptop.”
He paused a moment. Gods how he hated being nice like this when he got riled up, he he didn’t like being hated when he felt it wasn’t justified. He felt Sionce hated him for something he didn’t even know!
“I don’t know much about computers, and I’m thankful for your help and taking the time to look at it. I’ll try and stay out of your way and interfere from now on. ...and I’ll try and listen about why it’s messed up to start with, but could you just cut me a wee bit of slack here for not knowing about Hackers? I mean, seriously. They look like overgrown Tamagotchis! How am I suppose to take them seriously? All you’ve been telling me is that they are a system glitch? Like a misplaced 0 or 1 somewhere in the coding..” Mitsuru knew nothing about how glitches worked but long lines of zeros and ones always came to mind. “....so it’s hard to take it seriously.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 4:52 pm
There was a large amount of silence that filled the air moments after Mitsuru's little outburst in Sionce's direction, and the man behind the bunny mask frowned deeply as he turned the power to the laptop off. He merely closed the item and roughtly thrust it out and onto Mitsuru's lap, his frame now moved into a standing position.
He had no words to waste anymore, no time to waste anymore. Sionce, despite his clear lack of social skills, was not the type to be harassed in his own home, so he was going to n** this issue in the bud.
"Get out. Now."
That was all he had to really say, and he turned his head to look at Trisste, the figure on the screen backing up rather quickly and away from Aya at the glance. The small hacker quickly sent a message to the female, one saying 'You'd better jump into the internet and get out of here', as he knew that Mitsuru had long overstayed his already unwelcome time.
"Don't come around here again, ever. If you need something, find someone else. I've no time to waste on a fake brat like you."
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 9:36 pm
Mitsuru gave a ‘omph’ sound as the laptop was tossed into, kicking the wind out of him before he scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground. Clutching it, he looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “You want me to go? What did I do?” He said, confused. He had TRIED to be nice and this guy was kicking him out? He was sure that what he said would at least make him a bit happier, for showing interests and apologizing, or in the way that Mitsuru apologized. He thought he was being mature about the whole thing for talking out it and being upfront. What the hell did he do wrong that could make this guy more pissed off?!
What also made him dislike Sionce was that he said ‘fake brat’. One, he was really strict on English and word choice, so saying ‘fake brat’ was one of poor paring to him, because in one part, it meant he was fake AND a brat, but together it sounded that he failed at being a brat. Get his point? He should have said, ‘I don’t like a fakes or have time to deal with brats’, or something along that line. Then it was the whole ‘now wait here’ part of his brain that made him offended to be called a brat and fake. He was genuine! What the hell did this guy know? His eyes flashed to Aya on the screen and he saw her expression look like that of a friend who was brought along but suddenly was a third wheel in a fight they wanted nothing to do with. She was always dissolving off the screen. So much for Hackers!
His eyes went back to Sionce and he knew that there was nothing he could say or do to make this guy understand or even see his way. Breathing out, he rose up, and somber, turned and left him.
As he walked out of the house, holding his still broken laptop, he suddenly had an odd thought as he walked back to his bike. “I was just kicked out by a rabbit.” Now that was lame.
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