Post by Logan on Feb 3, 2007 22:36:00 GMT -5
"'What a world, what a world!' the Wicked Witch of the West cried out as she melted away. 'Who would've thought that a little girl like you could've been the end of me?'”
"That's how things are sometimes,” Logan said to Matrixia over his shoulder "You get done in by the strangest of circumstances. Things you just can't have seen coming. Crazy things."
They were walking down a non-crowded suburban street together. Logan had his hands behind his back, and Matrixia followed him, listening.
"It all started so long ago" Logan said to her "I was the head of a hovercraft, a two man crew. I got a new recruit, guy named Loki. We were trying to steal something' from the machines that violated our shaky Truce. Things ****ed up. The whole thing went to hell. Girl named Harmony was captured, and Loki bit the bullet."
“Things looked pretty bleak” Logan continued “And hey, they were. The Machines cracked down, and a war started up. I knew whom to blame. In preparation for the war that was coming, the Machines rebooted the Matrix. And in that one second before they did… I was there. And I did in the man responsible for all of it. He had already died; I gave him two. And here he is again, alive and well. Let’s make sure that the third time’s a charm.”
“Who are we talking about?” Matrixia asked, trying to keep up with Logan’s pace.
“Loki” Logan said, leaving a bewildered Matrixia standing for a second.
“The dead guy?” she asked.
“Oh, he was more than that. A **** of a lot more” Logan reminisced, “This is all his fault. All the bodies and all the pain. It’s the little bastard’s fault.”
“I’m still in the dark” Matrixia asked “As to why a dead guy means anything other than a big fat funeral bill.”
“I don’t know” Logan stopped for a second, running his hands through his hair. There were thoughts jumping around his head, screaming at him, telling him to move and to stop, to jump and to sit, to go left and right, all at the same time. He didn’t know anything; why he was alive, why things had happened the way they had, and why that name, Loki, was so important to him.
“I don’t know” Logan repeated “But I’m gonna find out. That’s what today’s mission is all about, Matrixia… peeling away layers of the past.”
Whipping out his pistol, Logan busted down the front door of an abandoned building they had stopped at, and walked in.
*****************************
“No, no, no…” Hard whispered to himself as he looked over his notes again “This isn’t right either. Dammit!” Hard pounded his bureau with his fist, splintering the wood. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to wind down. Finally, he sat down again, and went over his notes once more.
”Okay” he said, “What do I know… Logan died… and now, he’s not dead. Check. When something weird was happening to Norph’s codes, and he fell unconscious, Logan seemed to disappear. Check. Finally, when his codes were read, they read exactly like Norph’s. Check”
“This is seriously strange” Hard began, when Shadow rushed in.
“Yo, boss” Shadow said, “Listen, I know you wanted the Corrupt and us to keep tabs on where Logan was in case you, you know, needed to stop him or whatever. Anyway, we’ve got Logan heading into some building alone.”
“Beautiful” Hard said “Get the Corrupt together, we’re going on a manhunt.”
As Shadow left, Hard muttered to himself “Straight to the source for the answers… I’m going to find out what’s going on here. I’m going to find out exactly who is pretending to be Logan and trying to take over the Matrix. I’m going to find out… if it kills me”
**************
“We have a problem,” the Merovingian’s exile stated monotonously.
“Hit me” Norph said, reclining in his chair.
“It appears that a human, one whom you are quite familiar with, is causing trouble. He is supplanting a large amount of our minor Exile enforcers, and is draining our resources severely. Currently, he is a nuisance. But given time—even only a few weeks—he may prove to be a very serious threat”
“Who is it this time?” Norph asked, referring to the constant threats to the former Merovingian “Logan? Hard? We’ve handled them all before, and we can do it again. Why is this such a threat?”
“The human’s name is Athanasius” the Exile replied “And we have reason to believe that he has the power and the ability to unite a sizeable human army. In our present situation, we are too unstable to handle such an army”
“Okay” Norph sighed, “Okay. Find him, and kill him. I don’t need this guy alive, for information or whatever, just kill him.”
“Yes, sir” the Exile said, standing and leaving the room.
***********
Gear stood alone atop a lonely rooftop as the sunset. He was fiddling with a coin in his hands, watching as the face turned to an animal, and then a face again. It was so pointless, so trivial. And yet, to him, it was the only thing in the world.
Despite all that had happened, and all that was happening, Gear had always thought that Norph was one of the straight ones. He had thought that he was a man who would stick with his friends until the bitter end, never once even thinking about abandoning them. And now, he stood corrected.
“Why” he muttered “… why, why, why… why’d you do it?”
“Maybe its because he got tired” someone called out from behind him. Gear turned to see the familiar face of Athanasius. Weeks ago, Zion had chosen him to replace Norph as their main man in the Matrix. After the War, he’d only been seen once, and that was crawling at death’s door.
“Tired of you, tired of humanity” Athanasius continued, “The point is, he got tired. The point is, he ditched you. Ditched the cause. And now, here we are. Alone. We’ve been abandoned by our friends, our allies. The very men and women we called our companions have left us to die, alone and cold.”
“What do you want, Athan?” Gear said, turning back to look at his coin, uninterested in what the man had to say.
“No, my friend” Athan interjected “What do you want? I’ll tell you what you want. You want to know why your friend Norph went sour. I know. I know a lot more than that, too. And if you join me in my one man crusade on humanity’s behalf, I’ll tell you why”
“Yeah, whatever” Gear said, waving him off.
“If you change your mind” Athan said, tossing Gear a card with a phone number written on it, then disappearing into the night.
Gear stuffed it into his pocket. He didn’t care. But, he couldn’t help that one tiny tug of interest that thrived in the back of his brain...
ooc: Okay, the past is dug up in this RP. Secrets are revealed, old clues and hints called center stage, and the world shakes as new players step onto the playing field.
If you remember an old, unanswered question besides the ones mentioned in the above intro, then please PM me with them, and I'll incorporate them into the storyline. Until then, enjoy!
"That's how things are sometimes,” Logan said to Matrixia over his shoulder "You get done in by the strangest of circumstances. Things you just can't have seen coming. Crazy things."
They were walking down a non-crowded suburban street together. Logan had his hands behind his back, and Matrixia followed him, listening.
"It all started so long ago" Logan said to her "I was the head of a hovercraft, a two man crew. I got a new recruit, guy named Loki. We were trying to steal something' from the machines that violated our shaky Truce. Things ****ed up. The whole thing went to hell. Girl named Harmony was captured, and Loki bit the bullet."
“Things looked pretty bleak” Logan continued “And hey, they were. The Machines cracked down, and a war started up. I knew whom to blame. In preparation for the war that was coming, the Machines rebooted the Matrix. And in that one second before they did… I was there. And I did in the man responsible for all of it. He had already died; I gave him two. And here he is again, alive and well. Let’s make sure that the third time’s a charm.”
“Who are we talking about?” Matrixia asked, trying to keep up with Logan’s pace.
“Loki” Logan said, leaving a bewildered Matrixia standing for a second.
“The dead guy?” she asked.
“Oh, he was more than that. A **** of a lot more” Logan reminisced, “This is all his fault. All the bodies and all the pain. It’s the little bastard’s fault.”
“I’m still in the dark” Matrixia asked “As to why a dead guy means anything other than a big fat funeral bill.”
“I don’t know” Logan stopped for a second, running his hands through his hair. There were thoughts jumping around his head, screaming at him, telling him to move and to stop, to jump and to sit, to go left and right, all at the same time. He didn’t know anything; why he was alive, why things had happened the way they had, and why that name, Loki, was so important to him.
“I don’t know” Logan repeated “But I’m gonna find out. That’s what today’s mission is all about, Matrixia… peeling away layers of the past.”
Whipping out his pistol, Logan busted down the front door of an abandoned building they had stopped at, and walked in.
*****************************
“No, no, no…” Hard whispered to himself as he looked over his notes again “This isn’t right either. Dammit!” Hard pounded his bureau with his fist, splintering the wood. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to wind down. Finally, he sat down again, and went over his notes once more.
”Okay” he said, “What do I know… Logan died… and now, he’s not dead. Check. When something weird was happening to Norph’s codes, and he fell unconscious, Logan seemed to disappear. Check. Finally, when his codes were read, they read exactly like Norph’s. Check”
“This is seriously strange” Hard began, when Shadow rushed in.
“Yo, boss” Shadow said, “Listen, I know you wanted the Corrupt and us to keep tabs on where Logan was in case you, you know, needed to stop him or whatever. Anyway, we’ve got Logan heading into some building alone.”
“Beautiful” Hard said “Get the Corrupt together, we’re going on a manhunt.”
As Shadow left, Hard muttered to himself “Straight to the source for the answers… I’m going to find out what’s going on here. I’m going to find out exactly who is pretending to be Logan and trying to take over the Matrix. I’m going to find out… if it kills me”
**************
“We have a problem,” the Merovingian’s exile stated monotonously.
“Hit me” Norph said, reclining in his chair.
“It appears that a human, one whom you are quite familiar with, is causing trouble. He is supplanting a large amount of our minor Exile enforcers, and is draining our resources severely. Currently, he is a nuisance. But given time—even only a few weeks—he may prove to be a very serious threat”
“Who is it this time?” Norph asked, referring to the constant threats to the former Merovingian “Logan? Hard? We’ve handled them all before, and we can do it again. Why is this such a threat?”
“The human’s name is Athanasius” the Exile replied “And we have reason to believe that he has the power and the ability to unite a sizeable human army. In our present situation, we are too unstable to handle such an army”
“Okay” Norph sighed, “Okay. Find him, and kill him. I don’t need this guy alive, for information or whatever, just kill him.”
“Yes, sir” the Exile said, standing and leaving the room.
***********
Gear stood alone atop a lonely rooftop as the sunset. He was fiddling with a coin in his hands, watching as the face turned to an animal, and then a face again. It was so pointless, so trivial. And yet, to him, it was the only thing in the world.
Despite all that had happened, and all that was happening, Gear had always thought that Norph was one of the straight ones. He had thought that he was a man who would stick with his friends until the bitter end, never once even thinking about abandoning them. And now, he stood corrected.
“Why” he muttered “… why, why, why… why’d you do it?”
“Maybe its because he got tired” someone called out from behind him. Gear turned to see the familiar face of Athanasius. Weeks ago, Zion had chosen him to replace Norph as their main man in the Matrix. After the War, he’d only been seen once, and that was crawling at death’s door.
“Tired of you, tired of humanity” Athanasius continued, “The point is, he got tired. The point is, he ditched you. Ditched the cause. And now, here we are. Alone. We’ve been abandoned by our friends, our allies. The very men and women we called our companions have left us to die, alone and cold.”
“What do you want, Athan?” Gear said, turning back to look at his coin, uninterested in what the man had to say.
“No, my friend” Athan interjected “What do you want? I’ll tell you what you want. You want to know why your friend Norph went sour. I know. I know a lot more than that, too. And if you join me in my one man crusade on humanity’s behalf, I’ll tell you why”
“Yeah, whatever” Gear said, waving him off.
“If you change your mind” Athan said, tossing Gear a card with a phone number written on it, then disappearing into the night.
Gear stuffed it into his pocket. He didn’t care. But, he couldn’t help that one tiny tug of interest that thrived in the back of his brain...
ooc: Okay, the past is dug up in this RP. Secrets are revealed, old clues and hints called center stage, and the world shakes as new players step onto the playing field.
If you remember an old, unanswered question besides the ones mentioned in the above intro, then please PM me with them, and I'll incorporate them into the storyline. Until then, enjoy!