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CMD_injectCORE ( [Y] / N )
Oct 24, 2016 4:05:14 GMT
Post by zeroone on Oct 24, 2016 4:05:14 GMT
The elevator music made Jack want to shove screwdrivers through his ears. It was American Country music - the worst of all genres! Hearing the dulcet tones of some wanna-be cowboy made the flashy man's blood boil. At least he could console this ill feeling with the elevators mirror, bestowing the ability to admire one's super awesome and handsome hairstyle.
Jill, on the other side of the elevator, was as dead as a doornail with her statuesque face and empty eyes. She was simply allowing time to pass, as if her existence was so fragile she could slip in and out of life. Jack always thought it was a rather frightening habit (or ability) of hers.
He thought back to Toru, the CORE representative who had directed them to the "Employees Only" lift. He had used the tram many times before, but he had never noticed this elevator, which admittedly wasn't the most easily noticed. But still.
Jill, while seeming to be lifeless, was actually thinking about the calculator-like devices they had received. Toru had described them only as 'an essential tool to navigate basic survival in the game'. He had quickly moved to explain that this device would store in-game currency and tie to their ability to eat and survive, but the way he said that word, 'survival'.. it seemed to have more desperate connotations.
Suddenly, the elevator began to descend rapidly. The level-indication light traveled to regions without floors to correspond with.
Both responded with panicked silence, unsure what to do.
Ding
Jack observed the scene unfold from the sliding elevator door like a kid would gaze unto a magical wonderland, followed by absolute disgust.
Ok, a room buried deep underground that looks like an endless abyss? That got his blood pumping. CORE really knew how to pull off style!
But the kids... the little pests scurried about aimlessly, laughing, smiling - dumb kid crap! Jill seemed unphased by the swarm of punks.
What to do next seemed unclear to both, but the TI-82s chimed in unison.
"Proceed, Subject Zero"
"Proceed, Subject One"
Where they just supposed to hop on? Maybe they all met up at some headquarters or something. Jack couldn't help but thinking, Man! This game has to be some space-age level stuff, right?
Jill lead the charge, picking the shiniest of all the trains, adorned in gold and silver hues. Following behind, Jack hopped aboard the King's Chariot (his anime-style name for it - full of spirit!).
The train ride was short and uncomfortable, about an hour.
"They've arrived, sir." Toru had finally arrived back at CORE Labs. The traffic had made the drive almost twenty minutes, but after enough painstaking boredom, the agent reached the warehouse. Chairman Zao sat across from him, observing the Trailmon on the monitor while hearing Toru's report.
"Very good." The Chairman's voice was haggard and dusty from age and a stubborn smoking habit. "Tell Hana to inject ZeroOne after they reach their destination."
Toru nodded and bowed politely, off to do another of the Lord's errands.
Jill, on the other side of the elevator, was as dead as a doornail with her statuesque face and empty eyes. She was simply allowing time to pass, as if her existence was so fragile she could slip in and out of life. Jack always thought it was a rather frightening habit (or ability) of hers.
He thought back to Toru, the CORE representative who had directed them to the "Employees Only" lift. He had used the tram many times before, but he had never noticed this elevator, which admittedly wasn't the most easily noticed. But still.
Jill, while seeming to be lifeless, was actually thinking about the calculator-like devices they had received. Toru had described them only as 'an essential tool to navigate basic survival in the game'. He had quickly moved to explain that this device would store in-game currency and tie to their ability to eat and survive, but the way he said that word, 'survival'.. it seemed to have more desperate connotations.
Suddenly, the elevator began to descend rapidly. The level-indication light traveled to regions without floors to correspond with.
Both responded with panicked silence, unsure what to do.
Ding
Jack observed the scene unfold from the sliding elevator door like a kid would gaze unto a magical wonderland, followed by absolute disgust.
Ok, a room buried deep underground that looks like an endless abyss? That got his blood pumping. CORE really knew how to pull off style!
But the kids... the little pests scurried about aimlessly, laughing, smiling - dumb kid crap! Jill seemed unphased by the swarm of punks.
What to do next seemed unclear to both, but the TI-82s chimed in unison.
"Proceed, Subject Zero"
"Proceed, Subject One"
Where they just supposed to hop on? Maybe they all met up at some headquarters or something. Jack couldn't help but thinking, Man! This game has to be some space-age level stuff, right?
Jill lead the charge, picking the shiniest of all the trains, adorned in gold and silver hues. Following behind, Jack hopped aboard the King's Chariot (his anime-style name for it - full of spirit!).
The train ride was short and uncomfortable, about an hour.
"They've arrived, sir." Toru had finally arrived back at CORE Labs. The traffic had made the drive almost twenty minutes, but after enough painstaking boredom, the agent reached the warehouse. Chairman Zao sat across from him, observing the Trailmon on the monitor while hearing Toru's report.
"Very good." The Chairman's voice was haggard and dusty from age and a stubborn smoking habit. "Tell Hana to inject ZeroOne after they reach their destination."
Toru nodded and bowed politely, off to do another of the Lord's errands.