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Andrea Vaneau
CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
POSTED ON Aug 11, 2022 12:40:03 GMT
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CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
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❝ Callan had to keep reminding himself that this was not normal. For the last 29 and three quarters of his life, he had been on the fringes of existence, a street thug, a failed musician, a poor college student, a failing father. His problems were normal, his life was normal, lain, uninteresting, utterly devoid of any action. And in the space of three months, he finds himself facing death on a near daily basis. Not only did he witness an eldritch abomination grow from a multicolored and oversized tree in the midst of Sootopolis beckon the coming Armageddon, but right now he was being briefed by an unknown artificial intelligence (possibly), in the middle of Cyberspace, being told that the universe was being merged together into one single whole, that not only was there going to be a gigantic meteor that may possibly kill everyone in Hoenn, but also that this had a likelihood of merging alternate dimensions together and causing the heat death of every timeline as they know it? Callan slowly palmed his face and rubbed his eyes. "I need a cigarette." But there was something worse. Something cold. A shiver runs up his spine, like a spider, as it sinks its fangs into his brain step, extracting something precious from him. A memory. It's painful, and immediate, a sharp sting at his limbic system as he is dazed for a moment. Something that defined him was no longer there. Only a vacuum of emotion that it was supposed to fill. "Oh shit." Callan speaks, to himself, under his breath. Now was not the time, it would only ensure he'd die if he didn't have his wits about him. He was luck that there were others to carry the load of the riddle this time around, he had no idea or context, hopefully he'd do better next round. Picking FUTURE, Callan takes his first steps towards TERMINAL 6. TL;DR: + Forgets the memory of his wife and child. + Takes Terminal 6 -- MADE BY MIZO    |
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[break][break] — what is it? it feels like it's on the tip of her tongue, like a vital word she can't remember for a sentence in a research paper. the mottled look of confusion and exasperation is all anyone around her needs to decipher her thoughts; she can't remember. "it's ... " [break][break] the recordings come on, a welcome distraction from the tangled knot in her mind. her eyes move as she follows the closed captions, drinking in every pixel of information. i'll remember it, her harried thoughts return in the gaps between each file. i'm just, like, super stressed out right now. [break][break] while she doesn't understand much of the scientist's lecture, she gleans some things. hoenn is the origin point, pulling other universes into overlap and destruction. the thought of other hoenns, other people being wiped from existence raises no emotional turmoil in her. she regards the article of galar under attack equally coolly, using one finger to scroll as she scans through the information. [break][break] three terminals left, the scientist says before leaving them to their own devices. she squints at the pixelated signs over the three yawning mouths that open up for them to enter through. [break][break] past. present. future. [break][break] "i'm going to terminal six," she announces to the people around her after some consideration. it's more of a formality to exit any conversation than an invitation for them to follow along. [break][break] as she heads towards terminal 06, she risks a glance at her reflection in the floor below. she looks more animated; her eyes look more lifelike. she wonders, unsettled, if her name isn't lost, it's stolen. 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Greyson Connors
CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
POSTED ON Aug 11, 2022 17:53:32 GMT
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Caught in a whir of information. Johanna felt overwhelmed once more. This Universe, no THE destruction of all universes, and it was all because of them? Would she truly somehow become such a disgrace that she would somehow help the end of times come along? As if the missing parts of an abdomen weren’t enough, she suddenly found herself pulled down into the trenches of despair. All she had wanted in her life was to not be a disgrace to her family, and now this. No, this person had to be wrong. Her emotions are painted with broad strokes in both facial expression and body language. One wrong tip and she was sure to tip into an outright anxiety attack. And then Nothingness, as the robotic voice proclaimed the third scan’s succession. Confusion for a moment, for she knew what she was supposed to be feeling right now. It was a feeling she had known throughout her life as a constant companion, it was a feeling she had felt mere moments ago. The Dread of Disappointment was gone, or perhaps it was fear in its most pure form gone? Thinking about it, this place wasn’t so scary, was it? Sure there were deadly Porygon, weird body scans, and information enough to overload your mind. But was that truly so scary? If it was, she could no longer feel it. For a moment she looked down, only to see her doppelganger who had now gotten the pleasure of her old friend. She gave it a smiling wave completely ignoring any words it might say before letting her attention move to the new paths made for them. Quickly, she figured that she should capitalize on this new sensation of being free of fear. And so she charged onto the TERMINAL 6 bridge with the fervor of a woman who knew no fear, no longer even trying to hide the deleted abdominal area. Come hell or high water she would get through this. The future was nothing to be afraid of. TLDR: - Is emotionally overloaded with info - FEAR is deleted - Charges into TERMINAL 6: FUTURE    @future MADE BY MIZO |
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[attr="class","charactername"]     250 for @cyberchase conundrum He's not quick enough to properly defend Cillian Quinn from the Gyarados' fast-approaching maw-the simple postman had neither the talent nor training to match a gym leader's speed-but it took only a second longer for him tap the Pokéball at his side and release his Munna once again. "Stop." Mu-Mu's Calm Mind extended outward in psychic waves Telepathically directed at FERNANDO SILPH, aiming to return some of the councilman's reason before any further harm could be done to either party. If they had any apprehension about challenging someone of Silph's level-in open defense of a Rocket no less!-it was reflected only in the panicked expression of their doppelganger below. "We're not here to fight." "We can't fight right now, we're only getting out if we work together!" - THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG _ Too slow to protect Cillian Quinn from Gyarados - Summoning Munna to try and Telepathically use Calm Mind on FERNANDO SILPH - Trying to reason with Fern [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz [newclass=".charactername"]margin-top:25px; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#A490FF; [/newclass] [newclass=".charactername i"]font-style:italic;color:#A490FF; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] |
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[googlefont=Meddon] Être un Mirage [break][break] ✿[break] [break]   Another scan caused Elisabeth to shiver involuntarily, feeling as if a thousand spiders had skittered across her skin. When the data compilation was complete, the woman it left behind was much different than the one that had entered here. One who had never joined the Rocket syndicate in the first place. Her mind became a blank slate in this reboot: possessing no memory of the dark deeds she'd committed since her time in Hoenn began, nor the singular, pivotal one that had led her to this path in the first place. With this reset, her hands were unstained by blood; her conscience clean of misconduct; her heart free of the thorns that throttled it for safekeeping. When Elisabeth saw BARNABY FINCH, the dark-haired man named 'Bee' was a man she knew, but she couldn't place why. When she saw Martín del Mar, he was a CEO that she knew from her flower shop, but the significance of their friendship eluded her. And as she saw FERNANDO SILPH attack Cillian Quinn, she couldn't explain this screaming instinct that took hold of her, desperate to protect an infamous terrorist for some reason that she, herself, didn't rightly know. It was the stifling tension in the air that froze her in place, whispering against taking action. Why defend him? A criminal who had undoubtedly caused strife for countless innocents, and stood guiltier than anyone else here of wrongdoing? There were other reasons to stand down, ones that she couldn't articulate, but that some unspoken sense of caution demanded of her. Some part of her that knew it was dangerous, without understanding why, even as Locke Jamison did what she wasn't able to make herself do. What's wrong with me. It felt wrong to leave in this moment, to enter a terminal, until this theater played out. Until she knew, without a doubt, that Cillian Quinn was safe. Though Arceus only knew why she cared. TLDR:
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[nospaces] [attr="class","adrie-cover"] [attr="class","adrie-ban"] [attr="class","adrie-lyric1"]To the monster you became [attr="class","adrie-b"] [attr="class","adrie-c"] [attr="class","adrie-lyric2"]I'll be your CONTRADICTION [attr="class","top-acc"] [attr="class","adrie-content1"] [attr="class","adrie-content2"] [attr="class","adrie-img"]  [attr="class","adrie-img2"]  [attr="class","inner-finally"]The explanations are flying over her in bits and pieces, skyler dross's pointed words quietly brushed away with her wounded heart as she stares at article provided. [break][break] GALAR IN SHAMBLES; WHAT IS THE DARKEST DAY? [break] "No." [break][break] Yes, because Hoenn is never one to let visions of disasters remain mere Probabilities. [break][break] She's scrabbling over to Locke Jamison, watching in fear and mild exasperation as parts of his body dissipate into data. And before she knows it, it's become the same mess as the wound on his back. [break][break] "You knew something might happen." [break][break] Yet you did it either way. [break][break] Bitterness lingers upon her tongue, but it's not meant to be directed at the courier himself. Instead, she diverts that swirling emotion to reading the article, her eyes widening with each line she reads. This was what they'd seen, what they'd nearly died for... and there were still no clear answers in sight. [break][break] How do they stop this? [break][break] 'Momma, I'm scared...' [break][break] Her eye flicks down towards the ground, gaze narrowed as she stares straight into her doppelganger's eyes. The fear that breeds in their posture, the quiver in their voice as they tremble at the person through the reflection. [break][break] Momma? Who's that? Why is the other her so... fragile? [break][break] "Shut up." She snarls, fists clenching when she hears the other squeak. And just as she's about to consider destroying them for good, she senses malice oozing in tidal waves. [break][break] There's no stopping the Gyarados already nearing its target, but she won't be dissuaded from pointing at FERNANDO SILPH either way. A sharp whistle, a gruff huff - Electricity crackles in bits and data, the air growing thin as a Rising Voltage strays dangerously close to the man. [break][break] "Call it off now. I won't miss next time, Silph." [break][break] That surname... hissed with overwhelming hatred. [break][break] "You can't possibly be hoping to sink as low as your brother." [break][break] [break] TL;DR[break] - forgets about her family in kanto[break] - forgets her past before the kanto war[break] - forgets her hesitation and now has unwavering loyalty to rocket[break] - firing a warning shot at FERNANDO SILPH and telling him to back off [attr="class","bottome-acc"] [attr="class","adrie-note"]a hohohomicide but its not december || into the cyberverse |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","twt2"] [attr="class","main"] ”Sounds right up your alley, doesn't it?” [break] It’s luka chêne’s words that echo in Mars’ mind while listening to the explanations given to them by the man who calls himself Maldacena (is he even a man?). In what was likely no more than a joke, Luka had been more right than what any of them could have anticipated. That much is made clear when Mardacena admits to his affiliation with the Dark Triad, but apparently she had been right in more ways than one too: O B L I Q U I T Y When the word appears in his mind, Mars’ vision blurs. Each letter, shaped as if an Unown, pulsates in a way that brings throwing pain, and he finds himself needing to hold onto the shoulder of the person closest to him (Katherine Fairburne) in order to remain standing. Light-headedness comes hand-in-hand with overwhelming nausea, and when closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, there’s a single thing Mars’ mind shows him: [break][break]  [break] UNOWN. Countless Unown. Endless. Multitudinous. Infinite. They’re within him, as if the code that makes his being. As if he were no more than data and the Unown were the programming language used by some omnipotent programmer. Is that the effect of this place? Is it what he has become? Or, is it what he has always been? What they all are? M A R T Í N D E L M A R That’s right. That’s who he is. But, that also isn’t true, is it? He was someone before that. He had given this name to himself. Who was he? Who is he? Why had he become this? [break][break] No matter how many questions he asks himself, all his mind gives him in return are Unown and Unown Report entries. Words that only bring forth more concerns. A deep-seated feeling is brought to light, one that has been one of his main concerns for almost a year now. It’s at that very moment that his vision becomes clear once again, and the second it does, he sees it on the screen: "GALAR IN SHAMBLES;[break]WHAT IS THE DARKEST DAY?" No. [break][break] ”Remiel…” Remiel Calcifet can see it too, can't he? This is just like back then. Just like in the vision he shared with Locke Jamison and Eris Halla. The worst part of it all is that it feels like the results of that day too. That his memories are gone, vanished from his mind, and that experience tells Mars that his life is in terrible danger now. Survival instincts scream to leave. To get out. To run. [break][break] And then FERNANDO SILPH attacks. [break][break] The scales tip; survival instinct overpowered by his friendship and loyalty to Cillian Quinn. Yet, what can he do, when sweat runs cold, his vision blurs, and he can barely even form words? [break][break] ”Silph. Now’s not the time for this.” There’s anger in his words, frustration, but that’s also just all they are. Words. All he has right now are words. All he is right now are words. Unown. [break][break] His Unown-? bumps against his arm, as if to draw his attention. When his vision clears once more, Mars looks at the terminals, and he knows exactly what to do. TERMINAL 04 AHEAD: PAST ⇗ It’s the only choice. He needs to remember his past. V E S T I G E [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notesForgive me because this is a lot...[break]- Reacting to THE LORE [break]- REALLY feeling the effects of traversing through data [break]- SEES THE UNOWN [break]- Realises his memories of his past are missing [break]- Realises the vision is coming true [break]- Wants to help Gavin but kind of out of commission here, so he tells Fernando now's not the time for this. [break]- Choosing TERMINAL 04: PAST [break] [break]DATA LOSS: Mars forgets all about his past before coming to Hoenn, including who he used to be. Additionally, he feels heightened fear. 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Hideo Kino
CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
POSTED ON Aug 11, 2022 22:55:35 GMT
 shiv, Eris Halla, and 2 more like this
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Aaron Toral
CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
POSTED ON Aug 12, 2022 1:54:42 GMT
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