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Chapter One
&& You Gotta Watch Them Strands Of Data.
Disclaimer:: Krissu owns nearly everything, Mazen included. She dose not, however, own the epicness that is Crevan. He belongs to the amazing Euphy-Chan! And Krissu has permission to steal him for a bit and shove him into the future for this story, which takes place, by the way, in the year 40XX. Yeah, Krissu made the years have letters in them because she is cool like that yo. She also want's you all to ignore how out of character everyone seems in this chapter. She says you would be pissed if someone ripped you from a computer too.
Summary:: There are two worlds, you know. And they aren't meant to Co-exist. Not like this. So what happens when the best techie in the entire world enlists the help of the worst virus the entire world has seen in hundreds of years? Two worlds that aren't supposed to exist together are about to collide, and not in the friendliest way.
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"Shit! What the fuck is with all these weird readings??"
"We need Crevan in here now!!"
"We can't find him. Damn it all!! Look! Were loosing power! What the fuck is going--"
There were loud, wailing sounds followed by a string of cursed from a tall, red haired man who was currently tapping on keys, a scowl on his rather masculine face. There were monitors set up, and it looked like giant computers, which in a way they were. Each monitor was flashing something different. Several were flashing 'WARNING' in big, red letters. A few others flashed weird numbers, and one showed a small, almost cyber-like town on it along with a graph with the numbers fluctuating like crazy. The red-haired man scowled, slamming his fist against the keyboard. There was another wail of a siren, and then, the automatic door flung itself open.
"Crevan!! Where the fuck were you??" The boy that had entered the room, a semi-tall male with messy blond hair sticking out from under a beanie on his head, snorted, shrugging. "M'here now. What the fuck is all the noise about anyways?"
"Were having problems extracting him. It's like the program won't let him go." The blond haired boy blinked, grabbing a rolling chair, wheeling it so that it faced the screen with the virtual town, staring at the screen for a moment before deft fingers began to fly across the key panel, his blue eyes staring intently at the screen. Ah. Now he understood why there were red lights going off in this room; Why there were siren noises.
Aside from the wail of sirens, everything in the computer room was silent for a while. And eventually, the sirens died down, there noise being replaced by the rapid clacking of keys as the blond typed away. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the boy stopped, sighing heavily.
"Well, you all really fucked up some of the programming, but I think I managed to fix it. As for extraction, well," a slight smirk graced the boys lips as he picked up a pair of safety goggles, the red haired man copying him. He typed a code into said computer, and a little timer appeared.
'10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Extraction commencing'
The computer voice was very feminine, and as soon as Crevan heard it, he whirled the chair around, watching one of many small terminals that were lined up against the back wall of the room. It lit up with a blinding bright blue light that temporarily stunned the red haired male, and then, it was all over.
'Extraction Complete.'
Crevan smirked, glancing at the other male with a smile on his lips. "See? That wasn't so hard now was it?" The man snorted, rolling his eyes at Crevan, standing up to approach the terminal, which smoke was clearing from.
"Easy for you to say. Your the best techie here for Christs sake."
A small cough made both there heads snap towards the terminal, where a short, brown-haired boy sat, rubbing his eyes and coughing slightly. He wore rather strange clothing, which included a pair of goggles that were resting on top of his head. These goggles almost looked as though they were made of some circuit board or something, for they pulsed blue, lines running through the glass part and onto into the head part. His gloves were like this as well, blue lines running through them. Hell, the kids entire outfit seemed to be the same, even his freaking shoes! Crevan stared, and bright, wide green eyes stared back.
"....What...What the fuck??"
The green eyes boy stood up quickly, his movements rather clumsy as he clenched his fists, glaring at Crevan. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! You can't just go around ripping people from there programming! You could totally fuck everything up!! Oh god, what if you had made the entire system crash you fucking idiot!!"
Well, that wasn't what Crevan had been expecting. no, this boy looked like he wouldn't harm a fly. And he looked like the word 'fuck' wasn't even in his vocabulary. He looked helpless and innocent. Hn, well. Can't judge a book by it's cover and all the jazz. The blond leaned back slightly, eyebrow quirking at the brunette who was currently glaring at him, fists clenched and jaw set. Fuck, he looked pissed. Not that Crevan could really blame him. Fuck, they'd been trying to extract him for weeks. But the kid always slipped away at the last second. He sighed, shaking his head slightly, glancing at the gawking red-haired man. "Go and tell Boss that we finally got him." The male glanced at Crevan, the back to the brown-haired boy, the back again before he slowly nodded, standing up and shuffling out of the room.
"Your a sneaky little bastard, you know that? We've been trying to get you for weeks. But you always managed to slip right through our fingers. Isn't that right?" The green eyed male scowled, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Well you got me. Now what the fuck do you want with me?" When Crevan didn't answer, the boy scowled, stamping his foot and crossing his arms across his chest. "Answer me damn it!! I asked you a fucking question!! Don't just ign--"
"We need you to do something for us. After all, Mazen, you're one of the best, if not the best, virus in the entire world." He glanced over his shoulder at the other, happy to see he was at least listening. "I know all about you, Mazen. You were created for the sole purpose of infiltrating large businesses and crashing systems from the inside. And one day, you decided that wasn't good enough any more and decided to re-code yourself...You're just a shot short of insane, even if you're only data..."
He wasn't expecting to be punched in the back of the head, and he certainly wasn't expecting it to hurt like a bitch. He yelped, spinning around to face a very, very angry looking Mazen, who was snarling, his teeth grinding together.
"Don't...fucking say that!! If you just pulled me out to fucking insult me, asshole, you have another thing coming! I'm not going to take your god damned shit! As if it isn't bad enough you fucking...extract me from my own god damned program, but now your being a fuck-tard. Well fuck you asshole!"
Crevan glared at the male, holding his now tender head with one hand, raising a finger to say something to him. He wanted to tell Mazen that he was nothing, just some zeros and ones. he wanted to tell him the he had no fucking business hitting a user and then yelling at him. But a slow clapping derailed his train of thought. Said clapping was followed by a very low, masculine chuckle. Crevan whirled around to face the door, and there stood a rather short, fat man with a thick, gray mustache, thought there was no hair on his actual head. He wore a plain, black suit and a lot of expensive looking rings. Crevan stiffened at the sight of him and stood straight, arms at his sides.
"Ehm...Boss. I wasn't--"
"Hush, Crevan." The male glanced at the blond, his black, beetle-like eyes narrowed before he turned to look at Mazen, an amused look on his face. "So you are the little virus that has caused my men here so much grief." Mazen said nothing, as the man paused, and then, he started to talk again. "Yes, you caused quite a bit of trouble...Thankfully, we have Crevan on our side. Without him, we never would have been able to--"
"Look. I honestly don't give a fuck about any of you! I want to go home! I don't belong here! So tell me whatever the fuck you want to say and let me be!" The boy was shaking, his eyes flashing red as they narrowed. The circuit board like pattern on his clothes also lit up a bright red color.
"If you would cooperate--"
"Fuck you and your cooperation! I want to go back!"
"You can't! We need you!"
This was getting the virus nowhere, so he decided it was time to take things into his own hands. His eyes narrowed, and his gloves hands began to glow with an eerie red color. And before any of them could do a damn thing, Mazen held his hands out. And then, there was a blinding red flash and cries of pain. Then the sound of someone running could be heard.
Crevan cursed, being the first to recover from his temporary blindness and, just as he'd predicted, Mazen had run off. Cursing, he wretched the door open, not even waiting for the damn thing to open itself, and started to run, looking into rooms as he passed, hoping to spot the other.
There headquarters were like a giant, six story maze. It was built that so that, in the chance someone broke in, they would get hopelessly lost and it would be easier to find and detain them. Crevan scowled, pushing himself faster as he heard footfall ahead of him. Pushing himself faster, he rounded a corner and cried out in triumph. Mazen was cornered, his huge green eyes staring wildly at the other. Crevan, who was panting lightly, smirked, yanking something from his pocket.
"Say night, Mazen."
He pressed the green button on the small remote control, and Mazen cried out in pain, his hands flying to his neck. Sparks came from his arms and legs, and the male toppled over, another cry of pain coming from him. After a moment, the boy stopped screaming. His body gave a few random spasms, and then, everything was silent.
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« Reply #1 on Jun 1, 2009, 5:26am » | |
Chapter Two
& Coding Never Seemed So Hard
Disclaimer:: Krissu owns nearly everything, Mazen included. She dose not, however, own the epicness that is Crevan. He belongs to the amazing Euphy-Chan! And Krissu has permission to steal him for a bit and shove him into the future for this story, which takes place, by the way, in the year 40XX. Yeah, Krissu made the years have letters in them because she is cool like that yo. She also want's you all to ignore how out of character everyone seems in this chapter. She says you would be pissed if someone ripped you from a computer too.
Summary:: There are two worlds, you know. And they aren't meant to Co-exist. Not like this. So what happens when the best techie in the entire world enlists the help of the worst virus the entire world has seen in hundreds of years? Two worlds that aren't supposed to exist together are about to collide, and not in the friendliest way.
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They were in a room with one large computer and what looked to be a pod filled with some blue tinted liquid. Crevan sat at said computer, tapping away on the keys while Mazen floated in the liquid. Tubes were connected to the boy, and there was a helmet-like thing covering his eyes and head. Crevan was pissed, to say the least. After all, he had spent weeks trying to extract Mazen from the program the virus had encased himself in, only for the damn thing to run off! Well that was about to change.
The blond looked stressed.
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« Reply #2 on Jun 4, 2009, 3:21pm » | |
Mazen's Classes Include::
Honors English III
Chemistry I
Art and Design,
Honors Pre-Calculus
History II
Japanese I
Physical Education
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« Reply #3 on Jun 13, 2009, 12:13pm » | |
AISHITERUUU!!! NANI? NAAAANIII?
...you are the hyperactive uke! You're really, REALLY out there. Bouncy, adorible, often screeching random japanese and fangirling/boying all over your latest obsession. Whether its a sugar rush or just your natural energy level, you've certainly got enough to burn on drooling and clinging onto your seme! Theme parks and arcades and photobooths, oh my!
You must be on the bottom at all times. Not that you're so innocent and bashful that you sort of end up there, you really rather demand it, and its obvious that that is where you'll be, and where you'll stay. Your seme might have to put up with a lot from you, but its all worth it if they're looking for a bundle of giggles and smiles!
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« Reply #4 on Jun 17, 2009, 4:25pm » | |
Hi! My Name Is Berry Frost! But you can call me Berry! In Case you Can't Tell, I'm A Female! Buy the presents for my birthday on January Sixteenth. People Say I'm Annoying, Bubbly, Hyper, Dense, Stupid but I don't agree!
If I had to pick, I'd say I was The annoying, blond-like chick. When your talkin about the girls and the boys, I prefer Mazen!! In school I Don't do to well. I have about a C average. Don't Forget that I like Cheer leading, hanging out with Mazen, partying! If you cut me, I'll bleed AB blood.
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« Reply #5 on Jun 29, 2009, 11:00am » | |
If You Checked The Birth Certificate You'd See I'm:: Xircss Ryans
Chu Can Call Me:: Xircss....Just Xircss. My mother called me Ryan for a while but...yeah, just Xircss
Cut The Cake! Gimme presents on!:: January Sixteenth, 1991...As far as you know, anyways. That's what i tell all my normal friends. I was actually born on January Sixteenth, 3014. In fact, My future isn't even your future...But I'm not explaining that.
Check My Pants, I'mma:: 110% Male. you can check for yourself, if you like...It's not really that hard to tell though, is it?
I'll Tell Yah What I Look Like:: I've got short, white hair that's kinda spiky along the top.
My eyes? Well there gold with flecks of brown and red in them. One of em is anyways. The other, my right eye, is kinda milky. See, I can't see from it too well. Another reason to listen to your parents and not play with fire.
I'm tall. 6'4" to be exact. And I weigh 180 pounds of pure muscle...I'm not joking, I'm tone. And as for my skin tone, well, it's pretty much normal. Not overly tan, not pale...Just, normal.
Tattoos. I got em. I have a bar code tattoo on my upper right arm, A cross on my lower back, a small, black star under my left eye near the outer corner and that's about it.
Oh, I actually have a lip ring too. And my right ear is pierced.
Don't call me a prep! I'm more of a:: Skater kid/Jock/Video game addict/punk/rebel
Wanna Know What I'm Like?:: I'm rather blunt about things, and I tend to say stuff like it is. never mind this beating around the bush shit. I tend to curse a lot when I'm angry or frustrated, but I'm usually just rather cocky and bold. I love being the center of attention, and I crave the spotlight; I tend to drag others along for the ride. If there's something I like, watch out. I'll do anything I can to get what i want.
Hard To Believe I:: Like boys and girls. Is it really that hard to believe though?
The Next Scholar!:: I adore PE and history. Language subjects, like French and Japanese, is where I struggle. Aver all though, I get pretty darn good grades.
And In School I like:: PE, History and Art
When I'm not A'Learnin I:: Skateboard, surf, play sports, rock out to music (I wish I really could rock out. Air guitar FTW),play video games, find pretty boys/girls to hang out with and go to kick-ass parties.
Wah! Don't poke me, I'll bleed.:: Blood Type B+...Why, are you planning to poke me any time soon?
Wah!! That's So Scary!! The only thing I'm really scared of is small, enclosed spaces.
I Heart You!:: Skateboarding, surfing, snowboarding, video games, music, parties, having fun.
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« Reply #6 on Jun 29, 2009, 5:06pm » | |
Grandparents::
Elizabeth Jane Rose and James Jay Yves
Adrianna May Power and Joseph Conrad Dawn
Parents::
Conner Michel Yves and Rayne Isabella Dawn
Mazen James Yves
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« Reply #7 on Aug 5, 2009, 7:42am » | |
The Mercury High
Bright reds, oranges and yellows danced in front of his vision, along with every other color you could imagine. There were deep purples, bright blues, forest greens, brick reds, and every other color of the rainbow. There sweet aroma wafted through the small shop, but he refused to be distracted form his goal. No amount of bright, beautiful flowers could deter his mind from what he wanted. And what he wanted was a very specific kind of flower. No, he didn't bother looking at the bright orange lilies, or the crimson red roses. He didn't stop to ponder the pure white daisies, or to smell the multicolored carnations. No, Crevan was here for one reason, and one reason alone. And that reason was to buy the dark pink orchids with the white around the edges. Not everyone liked orchids, Crevan wasn't really that fond of the flower himself, but Mazen adored them. He'd often been told that they were his favorite flower, so every chance he could get, Crevan would buy the biggest bunch he could afford. And today, he had a very, very good reason for buying them.
It wasn't, after all, every day that someone celebrated an anniversary. The occasion was made even more special by the fact that he was celebrating it with his high school sweetheart. Relationships rarely lasted outside of high school. Many of them ended because the people would be parting ways, or because they were going to different colleges, or because they just didn't want it to work. It was difficult for both parties in said relationship to make things work when they had masses of studying for college exams, part-time jobs, and other things that would affect there lives to focus on. Most people simply did not have time to cater to the needs of someone else. However, somehow, Crevan and Mazen had survived through there last years of high school. Mazen had applied for the Neon Spring's Institute of Fine Arts, the school that taught everything from acting to painting to some forms of literature and graphic design. Crevan had dome the same. Both of them had been shocked that, not only had they gotten in, but that they could now rent an apartment together. Mazen had been very, very happy about that.
Crevan smiled as the florist wrapped the flowers he'd purchased, thanking the man before turning out of the shop. He'd already bought chocolates, Mazen loved anything sweet,
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« Reply #8 on Oct 21, 2009, 12:40am » | |
Character Name: Cinder Raize Gloinrode (pronounced Glow-in-road)
Male or Female?: Male
Weapons: Two plain but trustworthy medieval-style swords, a pepperbox revolver, and a concealed dagger. He can use a bow, though.
Do you have previous Role Playing experience? : Yes
If so, how long have you been RPing?: Two+ years.
Character History: At least one paragraph please: Cinder grew up in a war-stricken, small tight-family-like-community in the wild plains of the Jagan isles. His parents had been subsistence farmers in the vastly unnurturing lands, and barely scratched out enough food for themselves and his two brothers. He was the middle child in the family. Many times his family couldn't get enough family, and so many times relied on the aid of the family-like community to help feed everyone. Nearly every night they ate beets with cornbread, and in the winter they ate pickled beets with cornbread.
It was this environment that taught Cinder all he needed to know of hunting, and fighting, for many rogue wanderers and starving deserting soldiers happened upon their small inhabiting with empty stomachs and high hopes for the "undefended" outcropping. And so all boys- and even some older girls, when boys were wont- learned to wield a blade and fire a gun in defense of what they love.
When he could, cinder would find a lone deer or rabbit, half starved from the sparse vegetation of the twisting plains, and take it for the good of his family and village. It was a rare and joyous moment when anyone could have meat. He so enjoyed the feeling of making others happy that he developed his skill sharply, and was soon the best hunter in the village, better even than his older brother, Bracken. His younger brother, Duke, was pitiful at hunting, but good at tending the animals and cultivating the land.
Things were tough, but happy, until a small band of soldiers came through and raided the village. Many of the small community were lost in the attack before they could completely wipe out their attackers, leaving maybe one ninth of their former population. Cinder's parents were among those that were killed, and his younger brother Duke was maimed. He lost his right eye and now has a scar that goes vertically across his right half of his face.
After that attack the village was never the same, and so all who remained packed up what little they had (made lesser because of the rogue soldiers' thievery.) in the maybe four wagons that the village owned communally, and left the Jagan isles. They were given ferry to the Continent of Emeria and from there they now travel the lands as nomads.
That is what his village is doing, but Cinder and his brothers Bracken and Duke travel as rangers, or rogues, and earn what money they can to send back to their motley family.
Likes: Nature, animals, the colors brown and green and blue, food, meat specifically, helping others, making others (who deserve it) happy, spiced cider, fine clothing, but is fine with what he has, women, and justice.
Dislikes: Injustice, being hungry, the colors red and purple, pickled beets, cornbread, those who hurt others, big cities, large crowds.
Age: 22
Would you like to participate in the Main Plot? : If allowed to, he can.
What RPing would you like to do?: Standard RP
Character's Culture: Medieval Culture
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