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Post by Sheraton on Sept 10, 2008 19:31:31 GMT -5
Sheraton Walked down the steps into the bowl that was formed by the upper level of the Admin Area. He could servey from his standpoint all the computers on the upper layer and the Moderators and other staffers slaving away over them. He was extremely aprehensive of what was going on in The World right now. a student in california had gone into a coma. this sort of thing hadn't happened since R:2, and it was the main reason that The World had gone offline for two years. It ate at Sheraton's mind. They had done a scan for Aida; nothing. and a scan for any Intelagent Outliers, such as AIs. none had seemed to be in any of the Damaged areas. as always, standing around watching the work of his Underlings was boring him. he wanted to go straight at those Unlimited HP Monsters full force and decimate them with his might.
A Private came up to him then, just as he was clenching his fists, and jumped in fear. "um..sir?"
"yes, Private?"
"A Moderator is here to help. He just arrived this morning." the private fidgeted around a little. "would you like to see him?"
"yes. which one? you act as though I don't know all of the Moderators here."
"actualy, he was just promoted, Sir. His Username's NetzeR."
"NetzeR? hm... let's meet him, then."
The Private saluted by pounding his left breast with his right fist. "ofcourse." and then scurried up the steps and down the long hallway that led to the Entrace and the Chaos Gate. "He will See you now." The Private saluted the moderator in a similar manner, before jogging off to his other orders.
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 11, 2008 21:06:06 GMT -5
NetzeR walked slowly down the steps, the fur on his digital hood swaying as he stepped. he stepped carefully, feeling every stomp of his foot on the marble. he let his arms sway in sync with his legs. he kept his expression stone-esque; not letting any emotion seep through. his purple-white hair swayed left and right as he stepped off the stairs and onto the floor in front of the administrator, sheraton.
"hello sir.'' he said evenly looking him square in the sun-glasses. "i was told to report here after recieving my...um...promotion, if you could call it that.'' he said not cracking in his evenly distributed voice, never faultering in his stance.
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 12, 2008 18:06:24 GMT -5
"Well met, Moderator NetzeR." Sheraton said, still a little antsy, but not wanting to take it out on a new affiliate. He was always one to measure carefully first encounters. "what should I call it, then? if not a promotion?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. The red Tail on his arm swayed a little bit as he moved his arms from being crossed to being at his sides. The fingers of his red right hand slowly curled into a fist. He really wanted to break something. His feeling of helplessness was the perfect catalyst for his growing anger at what or who ever had so drastically damaged his perfect World.
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 13, 2008 9:53:24 GMT -5
"An, improvement, perhaps." he said shifting his weight from one foot to the other, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head to one side as he looked down at the extra limb hanging from his boss' arm. "if you don't mind my asking sir, why did you choose this certain character model?" he said as his eyes darted from tentacle to extra eye then back to sunglasses. "it seems almost as if you wanted to...teach, some respect for yourself." said NetzeR running the fingers on his right hand through his purple-white hair. "it interests me. like the missing piece to a puzzle."
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 13, 2008 15:35:15 GMT -5
Sheraton listened to the other's question with some semblence of interest. "I named My PC after a Dragon from the Epitaph of Twilight, if you didn't know. I suppose this was how I pictured him in human form. I wanted people to realize that I was more than myself. I am a living particle of this World, as one who sees to it's needs and wants." The question was one he recieved many times, and explaining it made it even more purposefull than the unconcious connotation that was inherent of his Character Model. "But enough about that. How would you like to go into the Field with me? I find this Foreman Work taxing on the mind, don't you?"
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 13, 2008 18:52:18 GMT -5
"i thought you'd never ask." he said letting his mouth curve into a half-smile. "just give me the server and area words, and i'll meet you there." he said pulling out his half-spear, half-javelin weapon, custom made for his character. he placed it on his shoulder and ran his fingers through his hair again. "unless you want to start a party now. i have to pick up some items and such." he said shifting his weight again.
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 13, 2008 20:01:45 GMT -5
Sheraton Handed the Moderator his member address. "I'll invite you into a party when you've sent me yours." he said, noting NetzeR's specialized weapon. he didn't know that mods were given special weapons too. that was slightly disconcerting. They'd give anybody a customized weapon these days. He motioned for a Grunt to come to him, and when he stopped infront of the intimidating Admin, he saluted. "Bring me the Keywords for the most Anomalys Area." he said, sending the Private off. he soon return from stooping over his computer and reported.
"Δ Distant Dissolving Brimestone, sir." he told the Admin, who patted him heavily on the back.
"Thank you, lad, now go Flash Mail Kamui and tell him that Sheraton and NetzeR are leaving their posts and will need replacement. He can take it up with me later."
The Private nodded shakily, and scampered off.
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 13, 2008 23:12:49 GMT -5
NetzeR handed Sheraton his address and watched as a shaky grunt ran off to his computer to look for an answer to his boss' question. "so, there'll be a third party member? sounds good." he said turning towards the stairs. "sir, are you coming?" he said turning with a questioned look on his face.
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 15, 2008 16:08:01 GMT -5
"Nope. Kamui's taking our place here." Sheraton replied, shaking his head. He Caught up with the eager young man and thought quickly of how Chipper he was. His arrogance was an interesting quality. Sheraton was slightly annoyed by it, but then realized that he'd just been promoted, and that it was only natural. he didn't respond to NetzeR's last question, only kept his pace slightly faster than that of the Mod, making sure it was established who was leading this mission.
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 15, 2008 16:35:50 GMT -5
NetzeR waited for Sheraton to pass him and then followed suit, keeing pace a few steps behind him. 'guess that was a bit much on the over zealousness. smoooth move, guess he'd rather be serious and cool than have fun. that's okay, i was just trying to get a good first impression. oh well, guess i'll play it cool from here on out.' ''so sir, how long have you been playing 'the world'?"
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 15, 2008 17:03:50 GMT -5
"I've been Playing since Revision one. unfortunately, I wasn't selected for Beta Testing Fragment. I applied though." Sheraton responded, looking over his shoulder at the Moderator. "What about you? you must have been playing a while to be in this possition." The PC looked up tight now. Sheraton might have come on a little strong, so he was trying to tell him that he wasn't mad or anything.
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 15, 2008 17:25:10 GMT -5
"R:2, i've been playing since just before the second system shutdown." he said twirling his spear around his hand and finally leaning it on his shoulder. "i was hoping to be approached by CCCorp during the Aida situation, but they either hadn't heard of me yet or weren't in dire need at the time. their loss i guess, i was actually kinda surprised when they approached me. surprised but happy, exstatic at first really. but since i was recruited as a moderator i'm happy to be a part of the corperation." he said without smiling, but not being hostile either.
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 16, 2008 19:01:26 GMT -5
Sheraton was a little surprized at his response. they were at the special admin Chaos Gate now, just about to dial in the Words. "is that right? I've never known them to recruit someone right to Moderator. his eyebrow rose under his glasses. what were you doing before they recruited you?" They were warped to an area that was torn asunder by the Data Abnormalities. there were pools of data breaking the usualy monotonous stretch of rock, and there were strange streems of data swimming around in the gorges that made the Highland-Area's Boundries.
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Post by NetzeR on Sept 16, 2008 21:00:28 GMT -5
"free-lance mostly. they didn't want to take me straight to moderator, but i had an in that convinced them of my talents and i guess they took his word for it." he said starting forward towards one of the anomolies to look at it. "these don't look like the anomolies in R:2, maybe it's just because they're so much more real but something seems...off. much more so than usual in 'the world'." he said pulling out his spear and tracing the outline of the coruption in the middle of the area.
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Post by Sheraton on Sept 22, 2008 17:26:10 GMT -5
Sheraton didn't tell the Moderator that he already knew that much. They had already traced the anomalies to an outside Terminal, but the records of the computer's IP beyond that had been erased. whoever was doing it had alot of skill or else influence. either was a hindrance to them. "Yes, well..." he started, not sure what to say and what not to. all of a sudden, they heard a crash. behind them a large monster loomed. it's data was corrupted, because it's name was 'BAD ASS pregnant dog OGRE' whoever was doing this had the ability to name the creatures that it infected, where as in the past their names were simply scrambled. "NetzeR!" he called, jumping back and taking a knee, he aimed his large cannon towards the Creature. "Let's do this.!" he was thrilled to the bone.
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