Post by P i x i e * D u s t on Feb 24, 2005 15:58:14 GMT -5
Pulses of light, like tiny sparkling jewels streaming across the edges of green windows, a rather intersting way of looking at it, he kew what it really was, what this whole thing was, the pulses in the V.C.D symbolic in a way, all of this, everything he touches, sees and hears, all of it is small pulses going to his brain, tiny synaptic flares, created from numbers, from 0's, 1's, and 2's. The process was of course more complex and diverse then such a simplistic view, but in the end, when you broke everything down, its all it was, simple numbers, math truely was the universal language. He bounded, from one column of blocks to another, his form cascading through the air, or at least this worlds equivalent there of, as it really had no oxygen..or well...anything that resembled air. He would barely be on the block for a second before lifting off into the quote unquote air again, his body tumbling, spinning, tipsy-turning as he did. Like some sort of magestic performer in perhaps the Circle De Solee. which still happened to be around, people could not get enough of that stuff, it was like the sophisticated circus...gone was the era of monkeys, humourous clowns, and such great side show freaks as the Bearded Woman, or animal-boy, the prefix changed from circus to crcus but they were all animal related. Hitting a large flat area, much like a cliff or bluff in the real world, his feet began moving, carrying him across it...his target lay just beyond, just a couple of more seconds and he would be there, he was supposed to be meeting a contact here, apparently this contact had information of the subject that had been like a curse to him, turning up one dead lead after another. He could see it now, just another 50 feet...which may seem like a bit in the real world though here where one can jump twice as high as someone with the same strength, and people did not tire due to physical excertion, it was really not alot. The ground began to shake, parts of the bluff lowering in their 5 foot by 5 foot sections, the terrain changing, on the hour every hour. He had lost track of time, he had spent too much time joyriding as he liked to call it, it was an occurance that happened sometimes, he often found himself loosing himself to the world, getting to do things that he could not in reality, though he gained no pleasure, no excitement, no joy, it was almost like a matter of principle. His right foot came down hard and fast, the spaces in front of him having all but disappeared, and even as he stepped he could feel that even his footing was not secure..leaving him a 40 foot or so gap to clear...great. He lifted into the air once more, this time nothing fancy, he could ill afford to fall, as it would take twice as long to reach the meeting point from the other side. Like an Olympic Long Jumper he soared, legs kicking, as if he were peddling a bicycle...upon the wings of angles he jumped, body reaching..arching...needing to make contact with the other side...time itself seemed to slow down as he held his hang time...the distance was being cleared, but he could already tell that he was slowing down...guiding the outcome of this action into fates hands.
If this were an action movie, the whole scene would have been slowed down, showing the jump from multiple angles, cause we all need to see the exact same 2 seconds of footage like 12 times. Below was the 60 foot drop, making this one of those, lets make this jump as that fall will hurt...now while the V.C.D was not actually real, it was real enough that the host got mental backlash from inflicted damage, a surge of mental backlash or feeback depending on how you wanna look at it. Closer and closer he drew, and as he was within the last 6 or so feet he began to notice that the edge of the clearing, the part that he sought so much was beginning to rise...no...he was falling...desperate times render desperate acts as the old saying goes, and this was one of those times...Arms reaching, hands outreaching, fingers stretching, the top of the ledge no longer visible...it looks like a long tumble down for him. Fingers meet the hard surface of the construct that acts as the terrain for the V.C.D, gripping hard, palm comming in contact as his body slams into the surface, back in the real world his host shakes as if having a shiver run up their spine, his hands grip holding true, another climatic cinema shot, hanging from the cliff, one hand all that is holding him, the strength of his Avatar keeping him there, allowing him to hang on. He quickly reaches up with his other hand, his right hand, getting a similar grip before pulling himself up onto its surface, his body raising into a hand stand once his chest meets contact with the block, having gained enough leverage to roll forward, pushing upwards with his arms, before, somewhat handstand-flipping to its surface. <b>"Vid screen."</b> His voice layeered with the metallic resonance, making the avatar sound like a machine from an old B class movie. A 2 foot wide by a foot and a half tall grey window opos into existence, the command words calling it into existence. He checked the time that was upon it, the command just being to access the window, what the user wanted to see appearing on it, thoughts being turned into commands...into actions. He was still early...thankfully, his hand reaching out and double tapping the window before it winked out of existence...at least now the being known as Clandestine knew why his contact wished to meet here...it was no easy task in deed, leaving him to merely wait..wait for the contact.
Perhaps 15 minutes pass, the Avatar standing there, surrounded by 4 of the vid windows, and like the normal user windows, these are only single sided, although double sided vids are possible, and are actually the standard appearance for the vid windows that are used for accessing webpages. Not being one that liked to simply stand around and procrastinate he was busily using the windows, running searches, reading, checking emails, like a busy little beaver he worked. <b>-Find the place easy enough?-</b> The voice came from the surrounded Avatars left, causing him to turn his head, bringing what would best be described as his eye to focus on the new arrival, not really seeming to be worried that it might be someone that it shouldn't be, the trek to get here was a demanding one, even from the side upon which the arrival appeared. The single eye seemed to flash red once, as the avatars hands were already double tapping windows, winking them out of existence. The new arrival, Clandestines contact, had an intersting Avatar, which in the V.C.D was really something that helped differentuate between the so called...newbs....and the more advanced users. The contacts Avatar, was rather simple in its complexity, red and black silk covered the "flesh" of the man, the clothing, reminiscent of Fuedal Japan, a flowing Kimono, comming down to about ankle heigh, the mans feet, snuggled safely in his shoes, looking more like three pieces of wood nailed together then an actual shoe. The head of the avatar is where it took a turn, ending in a demonic face, perhaps of some old Oni of long lost lore, Clandestine could not tell, he was not to up to par in Oriental Culture. The demons face was rounded, its mouth thick full lips that seemed to curve downards in a frown or perhaps a sadistic sneer, rows upon rows of sharp wicked teeth adorned the things mouth, a wicked black tongue snaking from its mouth as it spoke. Where the Kimon was red with black highlights, the things head was the opposite, primarily black, with excentuations of red. <b>"Yes."</b> He would not bring up his almost falling a good 60 feet, the contact did not need to know that as he could take it as a sign of weakness which like in real life was something you did not show to even the one that shares your bed. The Oni looked at him and scoffed, rolling its eyes, smoldering red iris' with tiny black human skulls for pupils. <b>-As always its all business with you...-
If this were an action movie, the whole scene would have been slowed down, showing the jump from multiple angles, cause we all need to see the exact same 2 seconds of footage like 12 times. Below was the 60 foot drop, making this one of those, lets make this jump as that fall will hurt...now while the V.C.D was not actually real, it was real enough that the host got mental backlash from inflicted damage, a surge of mental backlash or feeback depending on how you wanna look at it. Closer and closer he drew, and as he was within the last 6 or so feet he began to notice that the edge of the clearing, the part that he sought so much was beginning to rise...no...he was falling...desperate times render desperate acts as the old saying goes, and this was one of those times...Arms reaching, hands outreaching, fingers stretching, the top of the ledge no longer visible...it looks like a long tumble down for him. Fingers meet the hard surface of the construct that acts as the terrain for the V.C.D, gripping hard, palm comming in contact as his body slams into the surface, back in the real world his host shakes as if having a shiver run up their spine, his hands grip holding true, another climatic cinema shot, hanging from the cliff, one hand all that is holding him, the strength of his Avatar keeping him there, allowing him to hang on. He quickly reaches up with his other hand, his right hand, getting a similar grip before pulling himself up onto its surface, his body raising into a hand stand once his chest meets contact with the block, having gained enough leverage to roll forward, pushing upwards with his arms, before, somewhat handstand-flipping to its surface. <b>"Vid screen."</b> His voice layeered with the metallic resonance, making the avatar sound like a machine from an old B class movie. A 2 foot wide by a foot and a half tall grey window opos into existence, the command words calling it into existence. He checked the time that was upon it, the command just being to access the window, what the user wanted to see appearing on it, thoughts being turned into commands...into actions. He was still early...thankfully, his hand reaching out and double tapping the window before it winked out of existence...at least now the being known as Clandestine knew why his contact wished to meet here...it was no easy task in deed, leaving him to merely wait..wait for the contact.
Perhaps 15 minutes pass, the Avatar standing there, surrounded by 4 of the vid windows, and like the normal user windows, these are only single sided, although double sided vids are possible, and are actually the standard appearance for the vid windows that are used for accessing webpages. Not being one that liked to simply stand around and procrastinate he was busily using the windows, running searches, reading, checking emails, like a busy little beaver he worked. <b>-Find the place easy enough?-</b> The voice came from the surrounded Avatars left, causing him to turn his head, bringing what would best be described as his eye to focus on the new arrival, not really seeming to be worried that it might be someone that it shouldn't be, the trek to get here was a demanding one, even from the side upon which the arrival appeared. The single eye seemed to flash red once, as the avatars hands were already double tapping windows, winking them out of existence. The new arrival, Clandestines contact, had an intersting Avatar, which in the V.C.D was really something that helped differentuate between the so called...newbs....and the more advanced users. The contacts Avatar, was rather simple in its complexity, red and black silk covered the "flesh" of the man, the clothing, reminiscent of Fuedal Japan, a flowing Kimono, comming down to about ankle heigh, the mans feet, snuggled safely in his shoes, looking more like three pieces of wood nailed together then an actual shoe. The head of the avatar is where it took a turn, ending in a demonic face, perhaps of some old Oni of long lost lore, Clandestine could not tell, he was not to up to par in Oriental Culture. The demons face was rounded, its mouth thick full lips that seemed to curve downards in a frown or perhaps a sadistic sneer, rows upon rows of sharp wicked teeth adorned the things mouth, a wicked black tongue snaking from its mouth as it spoke. Where the Kimon was red with black highlights, the things head was the opposite, primarily black, with excentuations of red. <b>"Yes."</b> He would not bring up his almost falling a good 60 feet, the contact did not need to know that as he could take it as a sign of weakness which like in real life was something you did not show to even the one that shares your bed. The Oni looked at him and scoffed, rolling its eyes, smoldering red iris' with tiny black human skulls for pupils. <b>-As always its all business with you...-
