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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Simulations can only go so far. [It would be like hunting down so many flying raccoons, pigmoles, and grapehippos.] But it is better than having nothing. You have my thanks...
[He trails, not knowing her name.]
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[She provides it for him, inwardly chiding herself for not introducing herself earlier.]
It's no trouble Mr. Viral.
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[That just made this even more wierd.]
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[She'd rather be polite during a first meeting than not.]
Do you have somewhere to stay yet?
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Thank you. I'm in the woods to the west of the village, but I have...shelter. If the weather remains this chaotic it might not be enough.
[Though the concept of having a 'residence' without a need to sleep, amidst the humans, made him less than comfortable.]
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Although if the rain continues like this it might be better to weather it out in the Welcome Centre.
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This place doesn't have a very large population, does it?
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Ah, but there are other towns like this one on this world; all isolated from each other. Then there are the Malnosso and the Third Party. If you count all of them then...I'm afraid I can't give you a number.
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...You have to wonder why the Malnosso aren't allowing their captives to fight independently. If there are enough strong fighters, any Third Party troops shouldn't be that big of a problem.
[At least it would be reasonably quiet in this particular dome. Small comfort that it would be.]
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[Like making her six inches tall. >_>]
It's not just about the strength of the fighters. We're all stuck with a weakness that can kill us if we are not careful; what power we naturally possess cannot stop even that.
[Then that also makes you wonder why such a weakness had been given to them if they were brought here to fight the Third Party.]
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[The strange, useless things that he currently had tucked up underneath his cloak to conserve warmth. Their only saving grace, if anything, was that they were reminiscent of his fallen Enkidudu.]
I wasn't aware that they could be so dangerous. [He would need to be mindful of them in combat if that were so. With his immortal body, he had taken to risky tactics in recent years.]
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