Viral (
no_compromise) wrote2012-05-07 10:00 pm
1st Chapter [Voice/possible Action] Forward Dated to May 8
[It was raining, something that rarely happened in the arid region of the Far East on his homeworld. It was raining when he pulled himself up out of the mud three days earlier with a soreness in his shoulders and a baffling block of missing time that he could not explain. With his immortal body, sleep was optional and even unnecessary--the last time he slept was over seven years ago, just before the fall of the Spiral King and his army.
The black out bothered him more than the wings, but his inherent pride as a warrior and a beastman kept him from more than a cursory question here or there over the journals. Soaked to the bone and thoroughly irritable about the information he absorbed via the strange journal that arrived with him, Viral finally emerges from the silence he had built up around himself.
The video feed opens to the beastman sitting in relative comfort in a shabby fort he built for himself amongst the fallen branches from the winter. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time he had broken his needless exile, as the new feather pants had been traded out for his comfortable travelling gear, including a very ragged brown cloak and an equally worn red scarf. Though dry for the moment, his hair was still tangled and not fully cleared of the mud.
Clearly his isolation was more important than finding an apartment. Though, if pressed, he would explain his thoughts on that manner.]
[Very Broken Filter away from all possible members of Team Dai-Gurren]
Luceti. I am Viral. [Pronounced like the word 'virile.' There's a subtle pause, either from the inherent awkwardness of this or his noticing that the filter is terribly broken.] If any of you here have ever encountered someone by the name of Simon [pronounced 'see-mon.'], from a place called Jeeha Village, who also calls himself 'the digger' and is currently ranked at High Commander in our world, if you have met his brother Kamina or any of their friends in Team Gurren or Team Dai-Gurren, I will not ask you to disregard anything you may have heard about me. Whatever they said is likely true.
[From a certain perspective and point of view.] I only ask that you keep an open mind.
Also, is there someone on this network who can explain why the animals are talking? Does the rain normally last for this long? [Another beat.] I've been here for a few days now, so I understand enough, but this climate is unfamiliar.
[With that he ends the feed, not wanting to say much more. Though tempted to just shut the journal, his questions about the local fauna and climate are pressing enough to be a bother. He's there, in the woods toward the west. Feel free to find him.]
The black out bothered him more than the wings, but his inherent pride as a warrior and a beastman kept him from more than a cursory question here or there over the journals. Soaked to the bone and thoroughly irritable about the information he absorbed via the strange journal that arrived with him, Viral finally emerges from the silence he had built up around himself.
The video feed opens to the beastman sitting in relative comfort in a shabby fort he built for himself amongst the fallen branches from the winter. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time he had broken his needless exile, as the new feather pants had been traded out for his comfortable travelling gear, including a very ragged brown cloak and an equally worn red scarf. Though dry for the moment, his hair was still tangled and not fully cleared of the mud.
Clearly his isolation was more important than finding an apartment. Though, if pressed, he would explain his thoughts on that manner.]
[Very Broken Filter away from all possible members of Team Dai-Gurren]
Luceti. I am Viral. [Pronounced like the word 'virile.' There's a subtle pause, either from the inherent awkwardness of this or his noticing that the filter is terribly broken.] If any of you here have ever encountered someone by the name of Simon [pronounced 'see-mon.'], from a place called Jeeha Village, who also calls himself 'the digger' and is currently ranked at High Commander in our world, if you have met his brother Kamina or any of their friends in Team Gurren or Team Dai-Gurren, I will not ask you to disregard anything you may have heard about me. Whatever they said is likely true.
[From a certain perspective and point of view.] I only ask that you keep an open mind.
Also, is there someone on this network who can explain why the animals are talking? Does the rain normally last for this long? [Another beat.] I've been here for a few days now, so I understand enough, but this climate is unfamiliar.
[With that he ends the feed, not wanting to say much more. Though tempted to just shut the journal, his questions about the local fauna and climate are pressing enough to be a bother. He's there, in the woods toward the west. Feel free to find him.]

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You think so? My world's all ocean, so if your world is mostly desert, that's pretty polar opposite. A fishman is -- [Friend, brother, someone he'll protect for life, wait that's obviously not what Viral meant.] have you ever heard of mermaids?
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It was the secrecy, the intent to create something different.
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Eh, that sounds more like Vegapunk still. He does weird things with devil fruits too and combining species is more about zoans than fishman, eh. Fishman are their own species, just like giants.
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...I don't understand what you mean by 'devil fruit', and I've never found any legends involving mermaids. There are tales of warriors fighting giants in certain regions though.
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Devil fruits are a cursed fruit where I'm from that carry a superpower with them. Merfolk are people with a human head and torso, but with a fish tail. Fishman are more the reverse of that. More fishlike in face and body, but human legs and feet.
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Humans, on their own, are a destructive force in my world. The Spiral King, my creator and the creator of all beastmen, held it as his duty to keep them in line. He made us to help him with that, altered our DNA so that we are better soldiers and do not set off this system.
He was defeated, however, and left us with some very strange words. "When one million apes roam the surface, the moon itself shall become Hell's messenger and destroy the Spiral Planet."
...it was meant literally.
[There's a pause, enough for the strange man on the other end of the network to absorb that information and for Viral to process the rest of it.]
Fruits with superpowers and fish people that aren't beastmen, huh? That is a very strange place you come from.
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So ah, why does the moon become a weapon to destroy the Earth under those circumstances? Something your creator also did?
Hell, there's a bunch of islands in my world with a ten million population. [Well at least one we know of canonically.]
And the fruits superpowers can only be activated by being eaten by an animal. But of course, then they activate the curse too.
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...ten million humans, cursed fruits...I can't begin to imagine that. Sorry.
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If it makes you feel better, there used to be at least five million fishmen on Fishman Island.
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...they can't keep themselves in check.
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My father had the power to destroy the world just by himself if he wanted to. He never had that desire though, so he was always quite careful. Conversely however, an enemy of ours has that power now and he's a lot more reckless with it. He won't destroy the world, because he wants something else from it, but he will destroy a lot along the way. On the other hand, the people trying to "keep the world from being destroyed" and stop the others are also the ones who destroy entire islands in one go.
Things aren't so absolute as some minds wish they would be.
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The Spiral King did have the power to do what you say, but he was still defeated by the ones that didn't appreciate it--defeated by a child, no less.
...The world has become very strange, and this place is just stranger.
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It's... troublesome sometimes. The newer pirates, too young to remember Rogers' days... many of them look for shortcuts; One Piece, slavery, killing the strongest person they can find. They don't understand what piracy is about. But that's not always the case, some of the young ones bring entirely different changes with them.
[Shakes his head. Nope, the world changing for yet another crazy ass era is another thing Marco doesn't want to discuss or think about just now.]
Luceti is probably less strange than my home ocean, if that's any comfort.
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[With desert summer islands, devil fruits, fishmen born on their own, and pirates? It was so many terms that Viral was unfamiliar with, but the knowledge brought him small comfort.]
I intend to make the most use out of my time here, however long that is. If the population here does prove to be different like everyone says, it might not be too terrible to stay for a while.
[He was a man destined to observe for all of eternity. Whatever was offered here was all ready better than the impending destruction of his world.]
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And it's kind of small. Not even as big as my own family really.
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[It was something to consider. Perhaps he was letting his experiences affect his judgement. Perhaps he was being too weary.]
How big is your family, if the population here can't compare to it?
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It's also a size thing. They're all taller than I am, except for Haruta.
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That is an extremely large family.
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