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Post by Noel Kreiss on Jan 18, 2013 0:22:59 GMT -5
Noel Kreiss stared at the door in Academia and narrowed his eyes. He stood, a single bead of sweat running down his temple as he made one realization that made his stomach drop.
He didn't know how to open the damned thing.
He stepped towards it. Nothing. He pushed a button next to it. Nothing. He kicked it. All it did was beep at him.
Noel growled in frustration and looked back. The only reason he had gotten through the others was, well, others... had walked through them first, and he was able to slip through before the doors slid shut. He stepped back, and waited.
"... Great. You walk through gates of time, manage to kill Etro, and you can't even operate a door that were invented seven hundred years before you were even born. Should have stayed in the woods."
It had taken him at least thirty minutes to reach where he was, and this was his fifth door. He gritted his teeth and looked up, thinking about what he had decided to get himself into. Joining the Academy... PSICOM needed to be stopped... Things... overall needed to be fixed. How could he fix things, anyways? He held the blade that put the world in the sorry state it was in... and now, from what he heard, more people, who claim to be from other worlds, were coming out of the woodwork! What the hell did Caius make him do?
He saw the door slide open, and slipped past the person who was walking through, and found a big hall with several people waiting. A terminal sat by another door, which had a screen and several buttons on it. He walked up and pressed a button.
Please, use the trackball to select the reason you are here.
Ok. What?
He stood there and, once again, stared at the machine, looking at it like he was studying the atomic makeup of the device. Trackball? What? Once again, he narrowed his eyes, and this time took a step back, feeling slightly ill. How could he join the damned Academy if he couldn't even get in the doors?!
"... Serah'd know what to do..."
He sighed, the sad feeling rising from the pit of his stomach. Not only did he break his promise to Lightning, but he failed everyone after working SO hard...
He mentally shook himself. No more. No more dwelling. He had to fix this, no matter what...
He pushed a button, and blinked as the thing suddenly... shut off.
"COME ON!" he shouted, kicking the terminal.
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Oerba Yun Fang
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Pulsian Huntress
"Yeah I've got a few screws loose, but I'm a l'cie, same as you."
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Post by Oerba Yun Fang on Jan 22, 2013 9:50:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting pushed to the floor God damn this world.
Standing in front of the room, Fang glared at the technology that sat there, asking for a code for authorization. Damn it, she didn’t need any authorization. If she wanted to blasted get into this room and destroy it, then she would have done so five minutes ago in a heap of glory that left people in awe. So no, was she a terrorist trying to get in and bomb the Academy? No! All she wanted was to get in and talk to someone about obtaining one of those things they called phones. Vanille had been after her to get one lately, and so she had finally caved in. Having tried to reject the technology as long as possible, Fang finally decided that she couldn’t be left behind by the Cocoon people. Damn it, if they could do something, then she could too, and probably a hundred times better! So she just scowled as she looked down at the screen talking to her. It said the same thing over and over again, but that was just fine and dandy, except that all the buttons were in the Cocoonian language, and she couldn’t make heads or tails of it well enough to figure out exactly what was saying what. General terms weren’t helping in this situation.
“Please type in your name and authorization number and then press the appropriate number.”, came the altogether too snooty voice. Fang didn’t like whoever this voice was a recording of. When she randomly punched one of the options, the voice said the same thing it had said the last few times she had typed something in. “Security number invalid, please try again.” Finally her temper broke. All she wanted to do, was buy a god damned phone, and get the hell out of this city again! “Damn you, damn Cocoon, damn technology, and damn the miserable people around here,” she exclaimed angrily, slamming her fist into the wall beside it. Pulling her hand back, she stood with her legs spread wide, glaring down at the screen like a look could melt it right in front of her. A moment of silence might have been enough to calm her down. Unfortunately, she didn’t get that moment. For the next second came the dreaded,
“Please type in your name-“
“Hell!”, came the uttered curse before a lance sliced the screen right off its hinges. The voice jumbled as the technology fell to her feet with a loud ‘crash’. Lance blades curled back up and she rested it against the ground, looking smugly down at the machine that had been confusing her. Take that! You might sound smart, but you couldn’t take on a Pulsian huntress. The next second an annoyed voice spoke out. “Ma’am, I’m afraid you’re going to both have to pay for the equipment and come with me to answer some questions.” Glancing to the side, Fang turned her smug smile down to a scowl, staring at the military man that stood before her, acting like he owned the whole god damn planet. “Don’ ya get high an’ moighty with me, ya yellow bellied Gorgonopsid!”, she bit out, turning her rage onto the poor man. “Woah, calm down ma’am. You’re breaking the law, I’m going to have to take you down to-“ “Oh, roight, yer gonna take me down somewhere? You an’ whoat army? Eh? I save yer ass, an’ all yer asses by savin’ Cocoon from going ker-splat with Missy, an’ what do I get? Huh? I get some wet behind the ears brat tellin’ me what I can an’ can’t do on my own god damned world. You can take yer fancy laws and get back ta’ Cocoon with ‘em,” she ended sharply. Bending over, she grabbed the screen and jerked it back up as she stood up, shoving it into his arms. “An’ take yer damned technology with ya', it’s stinkin’ up my home.”
That being said, Fang turned to the door and slammed her lance between the cracks. With a grunt, she physically pried it open and forced herself through, letting it slam shut behind her as it made sounds of malfunctioning. Ahh, well that worked! She could still hear the man angrily yelling behind the door, but obviously he wasn’t able to get through yet, so she was as free as a bird to do whatever the hell she wanted. Which was find the section of the Academy that apparently sold these phones, and get the hell out of Academia. Whistling happily, Fang swaggered through the building.
She stopped though, when she saw someone else that seemed to be having the same problem. With a raised eyebrow, Fang waltzed up to him. “Havin’ problems too?” Peering at the screen much like the same one she’d just wrestled with, and then back at the door, she raised her eyebrow. “Lady Luck just don’t seem to be on our soides today.” Motioning him back, Fang flipped out her lance again. “Want me ta’ try it?”
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Post by Noel Kreiss on Jan 27, 2013 10:10:42 GMT -5
Noel was about ready to shove his sword into the machine when he heard a voice behind him addressing the fact that he was having a problem. Half expecting a smartassed Academian, he was surprised to see a woman, holding a lance, who looked just as frustrated as he did. He grinned, and shook his head.
"I got this." he then turned and side kicked the machine, toppling it over and causing it to break apart on the side facing up, sparks flying, and the door jerking open. "Heh. The doors work when you break them!" he turned to Fang and shook his head. "Why do they require so much to open a door?" so much was made to be so complicated here... He was baffled as to why you couldn't just rely on a knob and a lock? They had to have security stations at every door now. Noel found this ridiculous on multiple levels.
"I'm Noel Kreiss." he said, nodding. "You wanna go open some more doors?"
He took out the Flame Fossil and walked into the next room, tapping the shoulder of the manwho was operating a terminal to open a door. Getting him to move aside, Noel thrust the Flame Fossil into the terminal, causing it to spark and pop. He then turned to the door, and pried it open with the sword, albeit the screaming of the guy that was trying to get through. Noel ignored him, and sheathed his weapon, nodding. "That's more like it." he said, grinning like a boy who's discovered a new game. he looked over his shoulder. "You wanna get the next one?" he said, nodding towards Fang. |
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