02-28-2015, 03:31 AM
Retane and Arith entered the Sixth Tier in silence. The Namekian hadn't even questioned him why he had called himself, "Nova", after having words about it before. Then again he also gave up trying to understand the individual for the most part. It just made almost no sense to him.
The Namekian and Lythian moved on, catching stares from others more often then not. The Emerald Warrior wasn't comfortable with it, but chose not to make a fuss. He did however look back at Arith, who again seemed oblivious to it all. The Masked Warrior just seemed to take it all in with mere amusement but managed to continuously look in the direction of there destination.
Their destination however, made the Namekian wonder for a few moments,if they were in the right spot. The place seemed especially rundown, and the grass was over grown to the point that they would have to cross knee deep over the suggested straight walkway. The fenced area had no gate and seemed to be rusted to the point of being seriously brittle. The adjacent homes seemed more homely compared to there destination and Retane had wo wonder if the place was even occupied.
Still, perhaps there would be some information leading him to the orgosynth in the house.
The Namekian took another glance around and waded through the grass and stepped up onto the porch. It creaked with each step. The Namekian and Lythian reached the door and still Retane felt uneasy. He wanted to find and track down this symbiote, and this was his only chance. He took a long deep breath and exaled as he reached for the door knob and twisted.
Locked.
Retane turned and looked to Arith, almost expecting a weird comment, but only got a shrug. The Namekian scanned the area. No one seemed to be looking their way anymore. It was very odd for him. He wondered if he should just kick the door in or just cut his losses. The Emerald Warrior took a few moments to take a deep breath and ehale before he made his decision, He raised his foot to make the kick...
"Who goes there?" A dark raspy voice had called from somewhere inside the domicile.
"We are here to burst your bubbles", Arith shouted in responce.
Retane swung around, looking at the Dragon Warrior, wondreing if he was stupid or just having fun. He couldn't tell through the mask. Hhowever he turned his head and shouted the correct answer in an annoyed, but calm voice, " Excuse my friend, but I was sent to speak to Mr. Bubbles by Mr. Popper."
"Oh, Well that makes a bit more sense then." There was a bit of jumbling then a soft few 'clicks'. The door slowly slid open for the two to enter. "Come on in but hurry up and close the door behind you."
The two warriors stepped inside as instructed and for some reason the Namekian removed his hood. They stood in a room that may have been the living quarters before, but had been tranformed into an all-in-one for what the man had needed.
"Ultan sent ya' did he?" The man that barked the question seemed built in stature, but sitting in a wheel chair. He was injured though he tried to hide it from behind the desk with a few computers surrounding him and guns pointing at each entry point.
Retane nodded after a few glances noticing that he had more shots aimed at him then he initially thought. "He did."
"Did you give him some sad sob story about me wanting to find and help?"
Retane heard a flip of a switch and saw lasers show that they were aimed at his and Ariths chests'.
"No. I went and asked about Project: Malefactor. He told me you were the man to talk to. He told me you owed him another book and that your brother was below possessed with it." Retane felt being straight forward was the best way with this old man.
"And what do you plan on doing if you find one of the 'orgosynths'?" Mr. Haskellhad his eyes furrowed a bit.
"What would you have me do? Because if I understand, you have given your life to tracking your brother down." Retane seemed to feel bad for the veteran.
"I'll tell you what... I will tell you a story... and if you can tell me one.... I will tell you all you need to know.... Deal?"
The Namekian and Lythian moved on, catching stares from others more often then not. The Emerald Warrior wasn't comfortable with it, but chose not to make a fuss. He did however look back at Arith, who again seemed oblivious to it all. The Masked Warrior just seemed to take it all in with mere amusement but managed to continuously look in the direction of there destination.
Their destination however, made the Namekian wonder for a few moments,if they were in the right spot. The place seemed especially rundown, and the grass was over grown to the point that they would have to cross knee deep over the suggested straight walkway. The fenced area had no gate and seemed to be rusted to the point of being seriously brittle. The adjacent homes seemed more homely compared to there destination and Retane had wo wonder if the place was even occupied.
Still, perhaps there would be some information leading him to the orgosynth in the house.
The Namekian took another glance around and waded through the grass and stepped up onto the porch. It creaked with each step. The Namekian and Lythian reached the door and still Retane felt uneasy. He wanted to find and track down this symbiote, and this was his only chance. He took a long deep breath and exaled as he reached for the door knob and twisted.
Locked.
Retane turned and looked to Arith, almost expecting a weird comment, but only got a shrug. The Namekian scanned the area. No one seemed to be looking their way anymore. It was very odd for him. He wondered if he should just kick the door in or just cut his losses. The Emerald Warrior took a few moments to take a deep breath and ehale before he made his decision, He raised his foot to make the kick...
"Who goes there?" A dark raspy voice had called from somewhere inside the domicile.
"We are here to burst your bubbles", Arith shouted in responce.
Retane swung around, looking at the Dragon Warrior, wondreing if he was stupid or just having fun. He couldn't tell through the mask. Hhowever he turned his head and shouted the correct answer in an annoyed, but calm voice, " Excuse my friend, but I was sent to speak to Mr. Bubbles by Mr. Popper."
"Oh, Well that makes a bit more sense then." There was a bit of jumbling then a soft few 'clicks'. The door slowly slid open for the two to enter. "Come on in but hurry up and close the door behind you."
The two warriors stepped inside as instructed and for some reason the Namekian removed his hood. They stood in a room that may have been the living quarters before, but had been tranformed into an all-in-one for what the man had needed.
"Ultan sent ya' did he?" The man that barked the question seemed built in stature, but sitting in a wheel chair. He was injured though he tried to hide it from behind the desk with a few computers surrounding him and guns pointing at each entry point.
Retane nodded after a few glances noticing that he had more shots aimed at him then he initially thought. "He did."
"Did you give him some sad sob story about me wanting to find and help?"
Retane heard a flip of a switch and saw lasers show that they were aimed at his and Ariths chests'.
"No. I went and asked about Project: Malefactor. He told me you were the man to talk to. He told me you owed him another book and that your brother was below possessed with it." Retane felt being straight forward was the best way with this old man.
"And what do you plan on doing if you find one of the 'orgosynths'?" Mr. Haskellhad his eyes furrowed a bit.
"What would you have me do? Because if I understand, you have given your life to tracking your brother down." Retane seemed to feel bad for the veteran.
"I'll tell you what... I will tell you a story... and if you can tell me one.... I will tell you all you need to know.... Deal?"
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...