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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:21 pm
Cordoba was out on patrol for one reason and one reason alone. Pure and utter spite for the loud, rude swirl of energy and mist on Mars, just to prove she didn't need some idiotic ball of unknown thing to tell her off. She wasn't particularly going to tolerate being ordered around, and so, the young page was walking near her apartment, trying very badly to sneak around looking for some kind of trouble. Or maybe something to watch. Either was good - though sometimes, she wondered if her Wonder was a once in a while thing, or one-time-only. Deciding it might not, she wondered what to do, and idly tossed her dic carefully, only half-alert but wrapped up in thought as she hummed Silent Running to herself, and took a dep breath, frowning. "Bluh. I should just stick to my Wonder, seriously."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:54 pm
Mistral was walking her dog. In full uniform. As one did. He was sniffling around in the median ivy looking for a good place to poop, and she was looking around idly for somewhere to focus on that wasn't her dog trying to defecate. And she found it, in the form of a rapidly-approaching page presence. Mistral stared off down the road, watching the glowing-uniformed girl appear out of the dark. "You're the girl who flipped off the code," she said, as she came into speaking distance. " Nice." "I'm Mistral Squire," she said, gesturing to her sternum. "And you are either very brave or very stupid. Probably both. I have to remain in good standing with the Code for my research, but I am impressed that you told it to go ******** itself."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 5:27 pm
Cordoba looked towards an order aura approaching her direction, brows raising a moment before being greeting Mistral with a wave, blinking in surprise. "Cordoba. I think Page?" She then grinned. "It was abusing people relying on it. That bothers me. Who died and made IT god?" Cordoba shook her head, then nodded to Mistral. "So do you patrol this way often?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:08 pm
"Page, obviously," replied Mistral, putting a few tentative points into the stupid column. "I mean, I don't know what you would be otherwise. If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it follows..." She trailed off with a shrug. If Cordoba's utter lack of familiarity with the Code was anything to go off of, she couldn't have been in the game long. "To hear the Code tell it," she answered, moving on to address Cordoba's next question, "It's some kind of omnipotent galactic force. Magic." She waggled her fingers demonstratively and made a little woo~ noise. "Personally, I think magic is just a word lazy people use to describe scientific processes they don't understand." Her dog finished his business and trotted over to investigate Cordoba, circling her legs and stiffing her boots. "Not often," said Mistral, watching him. "Nature called." NovaCracker You're misspelling my username, so I'm not getting any of your quote notifications!
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:22 am
Silverah I'M SORRY orz. My brain keeps going phh at me. Cordoba nodded, managing to not roll her eyes at the Code ' s mention, sniffing. "It's a ball of light or gas or both with a bad attitude, so far as I can tell." The page admitted, then perked at the magic comment. "See, you get my problem. I don't do this much either and nobody had an answer about how we're breathing at our Wonders. No answer there, but at least the place I got isn't a bad deal. Just dark." And haunted- there was no way something like that was AI - it had too much personality.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 8:04 am
"I can only research so many things at once," replied Mistral, patting the side of her leg. Her dog lifted his head and then returned to her side, sitting patiently at her heels. "Ring upgrades. The database. I'm working on a comprehensive theory of transcendence right now... so air in space is going to have to wait. Nanites, if you want my uninformed opinion." Raising her eyes at Cordoba, she added, "Dark is better than deadly. At least you've been, which is better than I could say for some people." She glanced up towards the sky, either considering all the mysteries of the universe or thinking about what time it was. "It's early enough," said Mistral, after a moment of contemplative silence. "I think I'd like to see your Wonder." Not that Cordoba had offered.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:31 am
"Might make sense. Depends on the size of the nanites. More advanced than what Earth had. Maybe ancient alien technology?" She shrugged, then grinned. She hadn't offered, but the idea of taking someone was exciting, and the Page beamed and offered a hand. "I'd like that, if the ghost-thing up there doesn't complain again. Do you know how I'd take company? We could go now!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:06 am
"Exactly ancient alien technology," said Mistral, pleased that her suggestion had gone over well. "The teleportation works based on touch. Take my hand, get a hand around my dog's collar - he doesn't bite, even if he looks like he's got a bad reputation." The odd-eyed dog at her side was definitely more than a little pit bull, current state of winter scruffiness aside. Mistral nudged him forward and held out a hand to Cordoba. "And then it works exactly how it works when you do it alone," she explained. "I figure it's some kind of... Remotely-keyed quantum teleportation protocol. But that's just a hypothesis. I haven't had a chance to begin the research on it."
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:27 am
"I see no reason to be scared of him. He looks cute." Cordoba assured, nodding attentively as she took collar and hand, smiling to both. "It might work like teleportation in Star Trek. Disassemble and reassemble molocules. Maybe we can explore my Wonder for clues." And with that, Cordoba focused, eyes closed as the Page summoned all of her will and ability to transport them to her Wonder, hoping she could yet find something there of help aside a ghost and so many structures. Structures, that in a breath and instant, replaced the City. Tall crystalline structures stood dilent in the city with little light to them; with some bearing opalescent hues. Ancient abandoned vehicles remained in situ, drivers long gone, dead, or corpses withered away, and much of the city held an air of silence and unease, the air of a place that lacked life.The buildings were not simple crystal pillars, however - instead some fusion of old and new, some resembling a computer city, some appearing sealed. Doors were not readily visible, and it was dark, leavinhg pinpricks of light from the stars to drop down upon the city clearly, and the whorls of rhe milky way plain and clear. Cordoa seemed to relax in the Wonder, feeling at ease and as home as she smiled again, and bowed. "Welcome to Cordoba." She greeted politely.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:41 pm
Mistral looked out, surveying the wonder they'd arrived at. "Nice," she said with a curt little nod. "Very Tron." And also very dark. They had to be at least half a hemisphere away from her own Wonder for it to be the middle of the night here - it was late afternoon at her crater. "I can't imagine they left it, uh, dark, all the time," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Though it does wonders for the stargazing. Have you got any clue how to turn the lights on?" She pursed her lips, staring off down the darkened street into the distance. "How big is this place?" she asked. "Looks enormous. Bigger than any other wonder I've ever seen." Then again, her own Wonder was like a metaphorical iceberg, and there were corners of it she still hadn't set foot in. "Any idea what they used to do here? Manufacturing? Population center?" Well, obviously. You didn't build something this big if no one was going to live in it - did you?
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 7:58 am
"I doubt it was so dark too." Cordoba admitted, and looked around. "S' my thought, Tron. I know some things look like they were left mid-use, might either be luck of placement or plain something else, but I know there's a lot of tables if I go inside a building - that's a bit risky in this dark though." Cardoba frowned, and looked, turning to Mistral carefully. "I'm not sure where the power is, but if you get a light going, it looks like it might be designed to take might and make it amplify." She noted, and looked around a moment, deciding to try finding - something; anything, to prove her point. It seemed the ghost wasn't around, and so Cordoba mentally cursed her ancestor before sighing, peering under some stones. "I ought to bring a flashlight next time I get here... If we can get a light, I can show better. The crystals capture light well."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 9:24 am
Mistral nodded gamely, wrapping her dog's leash around her wrist a few times to keep him close. "Babylon would be useful right abut now," she said. "Everything about him glows in the dark, and he makes these little... flashlight things. If I had one, I'd give it to you." As for herself... her uniform glowed, but not nearly enough to make a difference right now. "Tables," she repeated back to the page. "Okay. Good to know." Not that that necessarily told her anything. Oh, yes, the buildings are full of incredibly versatile furniture. They could have been doing literally anything here. Maybe the entire city was a culinary school. She bit back the urge to snort at her own joke. "Any idea what happened here?" she said, surveying the disarray in the street. "At the fall of the Silver Millennium? My Wonder was evacuated and sealed in an orderly fashion... but this looks a lot more jumbled." Like the end had snuck up on them. But archaeology had never been her specialty. She was in no position to make assumptions.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 7:44 am
"Not a great idea yet." Cordoba curcled a small crystal a moment, looking thoughtful as she looked around. "The transit doesn't look trashed out, so it's possible they were killed by something they didn't catch. I can try finding the resident haunt, if she was willing to speak at any length of it to me, anyhow. I don't know much about her though." The page circled a bit more, examining the area before placing a hand on a building, the wall nearby almost ringing and sliding open silently, and Cordoba blinked. "Flashlights might definately be a good idea. Door open on this one. t least, it just did. Button maybe?" Cordoba looked to Mistral curiously. "Think we might find a light? If I kept my cell when I powered, I might have light, but..." A pause. "Or this Babylon fellow - think he might have ideas?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 9:52 am
"Oh, probably," said Mistral. "He's chock full of them. Some better than others." On the one hand, he was the fabulous conceptual mind behind the alethiometer, a piece of tech that did what everyone had previously thought was impossible. On the other hand, he'd thought that sticking his ancestor's starseed in his chest wouldn't possibly end badly. "I'm not really the best person to take places if there's a lot of walking involved," she added. "Not supposed to do more than two flights of stairs at a time." She bit her lip, then explained, "I was in an accident. You'd be surprised how many of your internal organs you can survive without. I mean. Obviously you can get by with just one kidney. But the whole reproductive tract you can basically replace with pills assuming you're not bothered by by the whole no babies thing. Livers grow back, and they can frankenstein your intestines into all kinds of crazy shapes and have them still work. You won't be healthy, but you'll live." She shrugged. "Anyway," said Mistral. "Hence the service dog." Her dog woofed softly. Changing the subject, she asked, "The resident haunt? You mean your ancestor? If you can get her to talk, she'll be your best ally. Problem is they usually require some convincing."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 6:54 pm
Cordoba nodded understandingly, noting to identify this Babylon again, as well as the desired change in topic before looking up into darkness. "...Don't see how far this goes..." The page ducks back out, looking over. "Yeah, she calls herself my ancestor a bit. I met her last time. Not the nicest, not as obnoxious as the ball of gas on Mars that acted like a five year old." Cordoba chuckled grimly. "I'm not really sure if she likes me or not."
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