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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:16 pm
Groaning a bit as he rubbed his left side, Sionce slid his feet from the corner of his bed and over the cold floor that greeted them. He winced at the sudden shock of cold and temperature change against bare and pale toes, but he yawned it off as he shuffled out of his bedroom and into the main system room.
It didn't occur to him to think how long he'd been sleeping or how many days it had been since his last shower, but instead he took the time to plop down into his computer chair and flick the 'on' switch to the nearest modem.
A pale blue glow filled the room that was devoid of all other lights, and as it light up Sionce's face he reached over and pulled a Bunny mask out of a messy pile that sat to his left. Today was turning out to be a good day.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 10:40 pm
Mitsuru was set and ready, as far as directions went. Waking up was something he did not do well, and he goggling moved through the streets, feeling the chill of the morning before the bleak sun came out, warming the dusty road and shining off the tops of trees. “Ugh. I wasn’t made for this.” He said, breathing deep as he stifled a yawn between panting, pushing the pedals of his bike.
Making it down the road, he stopped to reached into his pocket, scuffling through the pockets of his black hoodie and patting his jeans, riffling through the pocket to fish out his phone. He pulled it out, touching the screen and riffling through files before opening up the address he saved, looking up at the green street sign and checking the directions on his phone. For someone who lived in this city for a long time, he hardly went out this far, and those times that he did venture out, it was restricted to a few blocks. The basics. Grocery store. Library. School. A few stores of interest.
“This better work.” he said as he grabbed the handlebars and turned the corner, his hand reaching down to slip the phone back in before it vibrated. Looking at the screen, he cringed. “Stop doing that!” he huffed, looking up in time to see a couple step back and then slowly move around him. Great. Now I look insane. Bitter, Mitsuru looked down as his phone where the screen deformed and a message was left. <Where are we going?> How did it know he was moving?! Did it have GPS or something?
He shoved the phone back into his pocket with force, nearly yanking his jeans down before he scooted them back up again. At least he transferred this…thing…to his phone. If this didn’t work, maybe he could put it into another phone and then chuck it into the river. That would fix his computer problems.
“This is taking forever. Why does it have to be so far?” He complained, peddling before pausing, the creek of his chain stopping as he set his foot down on the gravel. “This….this place is a dump!” He shouted to the empty street, looking out at the mill house he was near. The yard was in need of pruning, the house peeing away, the paint curling and cracking as badly as the shingles of the roof, some handing on by one nail and at slants. Did….did someone live here.
Creeper vibes where starting to worm doubt into his features, curling his head back and low. You saw places like this on TV, where people where slaughters and their heads kept in coffee cans in the fridge for ‘safe keeping’. How stupid was this? He was being a stereotype for murder. Kid finds someone on the internet, meets up with a stranger, and winds up messing. He should of brought his bat. But this was important. His life would have to be put aside for the safety of his own computer. His life was on that beauty and he put his blood, sweat, and tears into it. It had done so much for him and if he had to risk being turned into steaks for some cannibal, then he’d have to risk it. …maybe. Depended on how he felt when it was presented to him at that point and time.
Setting his bike against a tree where it was hidden, not hard with all the overgrown foliage, he walked over to the door and hesitantly stood in front of it. To knock or to run like a idiot? Well, he did miss out on sleep for this and wasted some time getting up here. He felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.
He had to get this problem fixed.
Breathing deep, he knocked on the door. Please don’t be a axe murderer. Please don’t be an axe murderer.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:19 pm
< Sionce, good morning. I was wondering when you'd actually wake up from your coma. >
Trisste appeared on the moniter closet to the scrunched up youth, the elder Hacker smiling in his best way as he greeted his companion after three days of absence.
Not that Sionce would have noticed he was gone away, since all of his moniters were off and he'd been sleeping off the bruises and emotional turmoil that Emile had left in her brief wake. So while Sionce had slept he spent his time over at the headquarters doing various...things, and when he noticed that Sionce had come back online he decided to return to his proper place.
< Are you feeling alright? >
"I've felt better, but I can't complain. If I complain about this I'm sure somewhere, somehow, Fiach will hear me whining and I'll get the end of it."
His comment caused both figures to chuckle (well, *tee hee* in Trisste's case) and he leaned back in his chair. It did feel good to be up and about like this, and as he sniffed at the corner of his shirt he turned his head towards the door.
"Did...someone just knock?"
Getting to his feet and wondering who the hell was actually there at this time of day, Sionce rubbed the back of his neck and amde his way towards the door. Before he could actually reach the knob and open it he reached for his bat, ready to take down anyone that came in an effort to get at his computers...or maybe him. Carefully opening the door inward (after removing the many, many locks), Sionce peered out at the figure on his stoop.
"....Can I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:45 pm
He felt awkward waiting at the doorstep of the house and he absentmindedly fiddles with the cords on his hoodie before looking around. There wasn’t anyone in sight. Not a car passing by or a person lingering by the road. It was vacant. No one to hear you scream. Swallowing at the thought, he tapped his foot, before looking up at the door again. He felt ridiculous just waiting here. Was there anyone home? Maybe they where sleeping? He checked his watch and sighed, guessing he should have waited an hour or so before arriving. Then again, he never was sanely punctual. It was either late or early and they had never sent him a set time in his message. Then again, if they where thinking he would be sane about the time, well, it was there lesson learned.
Breathing out, he scratched the back of his neck before leaning in, setting his hands on the door and turning his head, slowly pressed his ear to the door. If someone sees this, I wonder how creepy it’s going to make me look. Listening, he looked with wide, unfocused eyes as he concentrated. There came a sudden thudding of feet and he leaped back, hands up in a Don’t shot manner right. As he stepped back, he heard the clicking of locks, the thuds of metal, and the sliding of chains. Not a good sign. People with that many locks where usually nuts. As the door cracked open, Mitsuru naturally prepared himself with a raised leg and both hands bended in a karate chop stance, not that he knew anything about karate. The door was barely ajar and leaving only a shadowed sliver open. From the depths of the house, against the door, a voice called that made the hair at the back of his hand stand at attention.
Oh dear god. It’s the next Hannibal. I can’t believe I’m here. Run! Run! Run before he grabs you and uses your face as a mask!
“ I…contacted you online about my computer.” He said, in a very thin voice of wavering caution, his hands still up but slowly lowering. Not enough for him to snap them up if need be and run like a girl at top speed to his bike, if a move was made to attack him, but enough so that he wouldn’t feel too embarrassed if the stranger asked what he was doing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 8:25 pm
"Oh. Did I now?"
Sionce turned his gaze back towards the moniter that was soley lit, and the figure that was visable on it floated back and forth as small text of 'sorry' appeared in a blurry chat box.
"Well, come in then. Did you bring your hacker with you on an ISP device or on some other form?"
He kept his questions short and sweet as he pulled the door all the way open, stepping to the side to allow the youth before him to enter in.
Great, he thought. Another weirdo brought to my door thanks to Trisste and Fiach.
"If you'd like to take a seat in one of those chairs in front of the desk I'll be with you in a moment. Apeprantly I'd forgotten I was having company today and forgot to get cleaned up. I'll be right out, and a word of advice. Don't touch anything."
Setting his bat down against the large counter's divider he took a few steps in and headed towards the back, slowly lifting his shirt up as he went.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:54 pm
Mitsuru let out a calm breath as the door opened, showing that the place was more well lit then he thought. Still, he was apprehensive about entering a strangers home. People could always change at the drop of a hat. Regardless of social warnings, he stepped up into the house and let the door close behind him, his eyes looking to the rested bat. It looked like he hadn’t been the only paranoid person and that shared fear made him feel better, mainly because he saw that he could have had a bat brought to his face.
As he watched the stranger walk off, he looked about and was suddenly taken aback by the amount of stuff in the building. While the place looked like a rotting shed on the outside, inside looked like the bowels of some sci-fi ship. Liquid prisma screens, optics, cooling stations, and what looked like computer, (not ones manufactured so he guessed they where custom jobs), lines the walls. He mouthed a ‘wow’ as he stepped inside the room, tucking his body close as to not touch anything on his way over to the chair. Plopping himself down, he reached into his hoodie pocket, bring out the touch-screen cell phone and also a UBS cable to hook up to a computer. “Yeah, I downloaded the thing to my phone. I also brought a cable so you can have a look at it. Find out what’s wrong with my computer.” He called out in the direction he had seen the stranger walk off to, only glimpsing an exposed back before the man walked out of view, making Mitsuru go rigid in his set and look to his phone screen, a bit flushed in the face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 8:43 pm
< Eh? So you're the one who needed to have your computer 'checked'? >
A robotic like voice echoed from a speaker nearest the youth as Trisste appeared on the screen closest to him, the elder Hacker blinking several times as he tried to record visual data that was appearing before him.
A young male, he recorded. Came prepared, so not entirely stupid. Flushed at the sight of Sionce's back, so either is very modest or sexuality may be questioned.
< And you say you put her on your phone? I'm not sure that was a good idea, seeing as she's probably eating most of your data as we speak. >
What Trisste was doing now (along with buying time) was actually evaluating the customer, something that was his main job. There were several points to this evaluation, the main one being how the person in question reacted to his hacker appearance.
< Can you hold your phone up so I may see her? You don't need to do anything, I'm sure she'll come out of her own will. >
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 11:24 pm
Mitsuru had not expected a second, seemingly disembodied voice to echo out of nowhere, and was startled to hear it, looking about as he turned in his chair for the voice of the second occupant, only to find none. As he started to turn around to sit appropriately in his seat, his eyes slid over to the motion of the screen closest to him, making him jump a bit in his skin before looking wider eyed. "It's another one?" he said, pointing at the Hacker though Sionce was nowhere near to see him doing so. Looking, he brought himself to the edge of his seat, looking closely as the screen as it continued to speak. At least this one could talk. Then again, Mitsuru would probably go nuts if his little deficiency did so. It was bad enough when it was vibrating, which it seemed to do constantly as this point in a 'Look at me! Look at me!' sort of aggravating way.
It seemed like he wasn't the only person who had this glitch and he felt comforted that he at least was with someone who knew what they where going to talk about. reaching out, he went against Sionce's wishes, though checking to see if the coast was clear, and tapped on the screen. Of course nothing happened, though he felt the need to make sure the screen at least was real.
At the request to bring out his phone, he dug into his hoodie pocket. "Don't worry. It's an old phone. It's done enough with my computer that I'm not dumb enough to let it destroy my good phone too." Duh! His new phone coasted a pretty penny and he'd die if that was murdered. Pulling the phone out, the thing was still floating on his screen like a deformed Tamagotchi, or at least that's the only thing he could compare it too, though it had better graphics and seemed to have a million responses.
Feeling a bit stupid to be holding out his phone to a ....well, whatever they where, he held up his phone, displaying the screen to....well, the other screen.
Aya was already on the phone, floating about and downright distraught to be on a phone with limited space and limited data. Still, at the sight of the other Hacker, she perked. Finally. Someone who had some sense.
<Hello. My name is Aya. Please, tell this boy to get me off this phone. It's not going to hold me for long.> She had been trying to tell Mitsuru this, but the boy had stopped even texting her after telling her, in some colorful vocabulary, to leave.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:57 pm
Trisste rolled his eyes slightly as Mitsuru tapped the screen, and an annoyed message quickly filed over his chat box and through his speakers.
< Please don't touch the screen. It costs more than you think. >
He backed up a bit and felt himself grow a bit more aggitated at how Mitsuru spoke of his Hacker, but he knew not all people were actually as accepting as Sionce had been when he first found Trisste as an egg.
As Aya appeared into his view, Trisste gave the most reassuring smile he could muster and bowed politely towards the female Elder.
< Hello Aya, my name is Trisste. And as for me being able to instruct your partner on what to do, I would best leave that to Sionce. >
"Are you talking about me again?"
At the mention of his name Sionce came from the back room, his hands running through his wet hair in an effort to both dry and 'comb' it. He was wearing a full shirt this time, something clean, and as he stopped messing with his hair he buttoned it up along the front to the top second button.
"So, who are you? And why do you have your Hacker on your phone?"
He had his rabbit mask on and a little bit more life in his words, as his short shower had revived him a good deal.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 8:24 pm
Mitsuru pressed back in his seat at the snarky remark from the animated …thing, and felt reluctant to do much else. Part of his was use to just taking orders, as the tone the Hacker used was one he associated with bosses and proffessors, but he then thought himself silly for taking a tongue-lashing from a bunch of stringed data on a computer. Shaking his head, he then heard the comment from Trisste, to Aya. Apparently they where getting along, though he was surprised that Aya was mentioning him, and wondered what she said. He quickly turned the phone so he could read the screen, but before he could read the message, Sionce returned. The man seemed to have taken a very quick shower and hopped in some closed and..was that a rabbit mask?! Mitsuru had only caught his back when he walked away so he hadn’t noticed it but….what was wrong with this guy? Was he a agoraphobic that stayed in his house and being alone with computer images, became crazy in his ways. He hoped not. He talked normal enough, though in a few seconds, he heard Sionce’s tone change to that of being a bit tiffed that Mitsuru was even here and for some reason, having the hacker on his phone.
“What? Was I suppose to put it on something else? I don’t have a laptop to just waste. It was the only thing I could put it on.” He said, gesturing to his phone again and defending why he put it there. “I couldn’t well take my computer and bring it here. It was hard enough on a bike and you never said to bring it on anything specific.” he said. He then thought of the word again. Hacker.
“I’m Mitsuru. You said Hacker? Is this thing hacking into my computer, because if it is, I really can’t have anyone just barging in my computer and stealing information. I’ve seen identify theft on TV.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 2:32 pm
"Jesus, you kids these days. Always demanding something and panicing at the drop of a hat. You think you're so high and mighty with your systems, but in reality you're nothing but-"
< Really Sionce, I know you're grounchy because you're in pain but that's no way to treat a customer. >
"I'm just tired of how people are treating their Hackers now a days. Seeing them as horrible viruses or bugs, sending themselves my way in an attempt to get rid of them. I often wonder what would happen should one of them even consider getting a real pet."
< This and that are different things. Please answer his questions or I will be forced to do it for you. >
Sionce sighed and rubbed his shoulder as Trisste chided him once again, and he let out yet another sigh as he turned and faced the kid that had entered his shop and home.
"Look here, a 'Hacker' is an AI created from random bits of data that accumulate during certain events. She can in no way or form harm your computer or steal your identity, unless you really wanted her to. A Hacker is cabable of great things you know."
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:07 pm
Kids these days? Kids these days! What was he? Five?! And who was this guy acting like he was his great elder. He didn’t look TOO old to be saying these types of things. The downright degree he was speaking down to him made his cross his arms and legs, clearly pissed off at the language being used. He didn’t need this. He just wanted things fixed and tech support guys like this where suppose to help. It wasn’t like he was the one that POed this guy today, so there was no need to misdirect his bad mood on him.
Still, it was pretty amusing to have ‘a collection of data’ harass a real life human being. Boy was he wiped. Looking up, he listened to Sionce speak and gave a skeptical scoff to the ending statement. “Great things? You make them sound like they’re going to cure cancer. What can ‘a collection of data’ do that’s great? Can I have a few examples or did you quote that from some Disney show?” He said, letting sarcasm and his biting wit jump in when he found the man to be no more than a murderer than the ice cream man. (even if that guy was a bit seedy.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 2:19 pm
". ... ..Eithr you shut the hell up and let me finish, or you get the hell out of my house. You made the appointment to come here and get my help, so don't smart your a** off to me. I've got better things I could be doing than helping someone who's whining before they even try anything."
There was ice in Sionce's voice, enough that even Trisste on the monitor flinched back a little and creased his eyebrows in a bit of concern, though it was hard to understand if a computer actually understood things like 'concern'. Sionce moved and sat himself down, as he'd been standing, in his chair before folding his arms across his chest. He was a good arm's length away from this boy, this 'Mitsuru', and would easily be able to hit him should anything come up.
"First off, plug your phone into that port that's located next to your feet. If I understand the situation that Trisste gave me while I was in the back you seem to have an Elder Hacker trapped on your phone. I can guarantee she's already eaten all the Data you have in order not to starve, and all you're doing now is torturing her."
Realizing after he'd spoken that he'd probably said all the wrong things to the wrong person, Sionce merely sighed again and rubbed his side with ginger fingertip touches. He couldn't remember why the hell his ribs hurt so bad or his face stung, but for the moment it really didn't matter. What mattered was perhaps saving a Hacker from someone who would abuse it, even though the creature wasn't really alive.
To Sionce, if it was able to understand you and communicate with you, it was on equal footing.
"Well?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 8:12 pm
Trisste wasn’t the only one that flinched as Mitsuru scooted back into his seat, tensing and biting his tongue at the verbal threat from Sicone. For someone with a bunny mask, he wasn’t after-school-special friendly at all. More like late-night beat-your-face-in aggressive. There was a debate that ignited and took several seconds to complete in Misuru’s head. On one hand, he was offended and didn’t want stay somewhere with a stranger who was yelling at him and thinking he was a complete idiot. Life was too short for that sort of treatment. Yet, on the other hand, there was a lot of value on his computer. A lot. He couldn’t have a hacker on it eating things off his computer and he didn’t have the income to blow on a new computer. He had to get it fixed and this had been the only reply he had gotten that had answers and knew what they where talking about. This was it. So, what would he have to do to insure that his computer remained healthy and that he didn’t loose more. He was sure that if he barked back now and left in a huff, he’d get a few feet and curse his stupidity.
“You don’t have to yell. Relax.” He said, glaring at Sicone for one second before dropping his gaze to his phone and the floor. He leaned down and reached for the cable and clipping his phone in, set it on the desk, incase Sicone wanted to mess with it. “There. It’s in.” He said, deciding to just keep a very strained simple replies in order to keep him from mouthing off.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 8:30 pm
"Good to see you're not as dumb as you look. Now, Trisste."
Sionce shifted himself in his seat, his masked gaze turning up towards his partner on the monitor. It made him feel bad that he'd acted so rude in front of Trisste, as he had almost never lost his temper or shown extreme emotions in front of the Elder Hacker. It was a little saddening, and he made a note to himself to apologize later for his actions. A broken rib and several nasty bruises were no excuse for him to snap in front of him like he had.
Of course, there was no reason in his mind to apologize to Mitsuru for his behavior, as the youth had really brought it upon himself. People these days valued their items was too much over the life or ideas of something else, and he wondered how humanity had fallen so far. People were so in love with their technology, yet they would torture a living, brilliant piece of it in the name of fear?
It made no sense.
"Trisste, would you invite the Hacker onto our server? I'd like for you to check her over and see if she's got any problems anywhere. She's probably a full-glitch Elder, one that didn't have to stage like you, so I want to make sure there were no errors in her creation."
< Of course. Aya, would you mind following the link over here? It should be fairly easy for you to do, but if you need my assistance please don't hesitate to ask. >
Trisste's computer voice sounded very polite in comparison to his human partners, and it was almost ironically funny.
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