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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:01:37 GMT -5
Mandark would've been head desking had it not been for the fact that SPARKS were flying from his computer. It then proceeded to go through this.
'And your REAL... Susan... I... shutting down now. Goodbye.'
And then there was an odd beeping and it proceeded to go through the shutdown sequence...
...oh yeah. NOW she could go into viral form. But when he WANTED her to? Nope. He'd rage about that later, however. Now he needed to make sure she could get herself OUT.
"One... Uno! Can you hear me?" Yes. He'd totally just called her 'Uno'. Why? He was multilingual. He resorted to Spanish while stressed. Sue him.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:04:04 GMT -5
"EEEEEEEEEEK!" screamed the voice system of the computer. Well... she had apparently managed to tap into that. But Mandark's virus control programs were going into overload.
And Rambo.exe was still active.... Yeah. Major problem. Somewhere in the world of data she was hiding behind things only to get them blown up. Data being lossed in massive amounts. And... well, she was running out of blocks of data to hide behind.
Even if you hate Mandark, you might feel sorry for him at this point. While laughing your head off, sure. But still sorry.
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:07:01 GMT -5
"Ugh. I suppose I could... bah." Mandark proceeded to press a button on his chair marked 'digitizer'. it is EXACTLY how it sounds. He became a stream of data, entered his computer, and took on a human shape. In a floating chair of EPIC.
...however, a floating chair of epic is nothing to Rambo. Because he's Rambo. But at the very least, Mandark had a higher chance of saving Uno...
...and of just making things awkward, of course.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:09:11 GMT -5
Yeah. Let's go with that last line. Cause Mandark now had a scared out of her mind Uno... in his lap. Okay, it wasn't intentional. She had just tripped. But....
AWKWAAAAAAARD.
Also, it suddenly got very quiet. Quiet and what little this author knows of Rambo is not good. Not good at all.
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:13:20 GMT -5
Mandark was glad to be in digital mode. At the very least, he couldn't get a visible nosebleed. And he'd have cleaned his nose up by the time they got back to the real world. IF they did, of course.
Because next they were surrounded. Somewhere down the line, rambo.exe had multiplied itself again. Mandark was NOT having a good day. Which showed in his next statement.
Mandark typed this into his interface, staring down one of the many Rambo clones. They didn't seem like they were wavering... no, not at all.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:15:56 GMT -5
Uno jumped off, and... well, no one said they had to win by skill, right? Cause she totally knocked over the closest figure. And by some sheer dumb luck... it was the main one. And it bonked its head. And suddenly there was one.
One very "ohcrapwhatdidIdo" looking soldier. Uno jumped up and winced, as if expecting to get shot. But... then she looked sorry.
"Uh... are you okay?"
She actually had no idea if it was capable of speech. The program was too advanced for her to read clearly. So... she just stood there looking sheepish and worried.
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:19:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm... I'm okay. I... I promised myself I wouldn't cry..." You ever see Rambo run off crying? Well... if you haven't... that's kinda what just happened.
"Tsk. It's fine. It's designed to do that after attacking it's master/creator... I believe. I actually didn't create this one, but bought in on FleeBay." Mandark stated.
"Do you have a way to get out, or do you need to borrow my chair?" Yes. Mandark had NO INTENTION of sharing a chair with Uno. At all. It would be too... awkward...
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:21:51 GMT -5
"I think I can get out. Besides, don't you need that to get out? You're human, right? Uh... I don't think you can last very long here..." she paused for a moment, "Hey, who's Dee Dee? Is she from Zero's DNA too? Cause she looks really similar to me."
Shall I say it again? AWKWAAAARD. Yeah, the girl had totally stumbled upon some Dee Dee files. Chip and Zero would find this hilarious, actually...
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:24:19 GMT -5
"Er... well... she's..." No harm in telling Uno who Dee Dee was, right? Not like it'd have any consequences...
"She's... the love of my life, actually." Mandark responded, hesitantly. He didn't know WHY he was so hesitant to respond. It's not like anything BAD could've come from telling Uno that he was in love with the girl she greatly resembled, right, riiight?
...probably wrong, but Mandark's regretting is lulzy.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:26:47 GMT -5
"Wait.. what?"
With where they were and the fact that she was a program... well, the mind trip could actually be seen. Even if all Uno was doing was staring blankly.
"Uh.... does that... um.... that's a little weird, you know? I'm... not really an expert... but.... you do know I'm a program, right? Not human?"
Oh yeah. She'd totally made the connection most humans would have made, "W-what did you make me for?"
Bad day is badder. Poor poor Mandark.
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:33:11 GMT -5
If only there was a desk nearby for him to slam his face into. That would have been PERFECT. But as it was, there wasn't.
"...I created you for, uh... the Nobel Prize in science?" Mandark asked, actually cringing a bit, eyes squinted. This could end VERY WELL or it could end VERY BADLY.
...at least he didn't have to worry about the whole 'falling in love with a computer system' thing again.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:36:02 GMT -5
And then things about faced.
"Wait? Doesn't that mean I'm a failure? Oh my gosh, that's what the computer meant! I-I.... I'll try harder! I'm sorry I questioned you!"
Mood swings strike again. She was almost crying again. The Nobel prize was for peace. She was for destruction. She knew that. Somehow, and for more reasons than Mandark's earlier statements. And the computer had implied she was a screw up. It was right.
And now she'd hit bawling...
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:39:47 GMT -5
"No, it's... you're fine, it's just... I... and... you..." Mandark was back to stammering again. Lord, if there was one thing the poor boy couldn't handle, it was a crying... being. Right.
And then he did something completely out of character because he was PANICKING, DARN IT. He lowered his chair a bit and hugged her. Yes. Mandark. The boy who could probably kick PUPPIES if given the chance.
...however this would probably also end badly, so he squinted his eyes EXTREMELY TIGHTLY.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 30, 2009 0:42:49 GMT -5
Actually, it was probably the only thing that had gone well all night. The crying faded relatively quickly and she blinked and looked down a few times. Granted, she couldn't read humans all that well... but... was he trying to comfort her?
Awkwardly, yes. He obviously wasn't used to physical contact. She looked a little puzzled, trying to figure out if what she thought was happening really was. She decided it was and carefully pulled away.
"I... thanks. I'm sorry... you seemed uncomfortable... um... you still want me to try and black the island out, right? Since I'm here, I could get started on that..."
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Post by Jilak on Aug 30, 2009 0:45:53 GMT -5
Mandark gave a sigh of relief as he pulled away. Physical contact was not his forte'. Nor is it the author of this post's. But that is neither here nor there.
"No, no... it's okay. I don't... wish for you to over-exert yourself or anything of the sort. Besides. There are always other days for the island to be destroyed. You should take a tour of town, try out a few shop sand whatnot." Mandark responded.
Yes. Mandark had definitely just had a kind moment. Let's not say anything before we ruin it...
"I could show you around Void City a bit, I suppose.
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