02-08-2016, 12:49 PM
Matrix had forced himself to do the unthinkable and offer a partnership with a virus. Just the words leaving his mouth felt disgusting. In the moment, he would have much rather taken his chances in a brawl in that temple. Instead, he had summoned every drop of inner strength he had and forced himself to make the concession for the bigger objective. Some good that had done him, because shortly after he'd made the offer everyone had been whisked away. Now, the green sprite stood in a grassy plain, and the situation was the exact same as it had been upon his arrival in the Omniverse. He was alone.
It was a strange feeling. Even though he'd been ripped from his home as a child and been forced to grow up in a twisted, horrible, ever-changing reality, he'd never been by himself. The two beings that meant the most to him had been alongside him every step of the way, just like they had here in the Omniverse. They'd celebrated every victory and suffered through every loss together. Matrix never appreciated how it had kept him sane until right now. For all the horrible things he'd seen and experienced, going through it with those he trusted kept him from descending into something terrible.
Now, he had breached his core moral principles for absolutely nothing. For now, Matrix could really only grumble and roll his eyes. He looked down to his right hip to see his promised weapon sitting in the magnetic holster that was typically reserved for his gun, and pursed his lips as the frustration billowed up once again. This spirit was able to grab warriors from all over the Omniverse, but it clearly had skimped on the armaments.
"That's just..." Matrix looked up and around the empty area, with little idea of where to go. He hadn't been given much in the way of instructions other than a generic 'help me.' He was going to have to make up the rest of this on his own. "...Alphanumeric."
After letting out a heavy sigh, Matrix decided to see what would work for him. The heads up display in his cybernetic eye wasn't even telling him whether this was actually a game or not. Instead, the word "Offline" appeared in the top of his vision. Fortunately, it was out of the way and wouldn't interfere with his vision, but he certainly wouldn't be able to forget it, either.
Since this was going so well, he brought two fingers to his chest and double tapped his black and gold icon. Deep down, he hoped the ability to download useful skills, knowledge, and weapons somehow existed here.
"Reboot!" Matrix announced to nothing, like he had done a thousand times before. Except this time nothing happened.
Dejected, he dropped his hand back to his side. His own world might have been unfair and unjust, but at least there was some semblance of order to the basic workings of it. Here, he seemed to be at the mercy of whatever omnipotent being had abducted him at that particular point in time.
Matrix just placed his hands on his hips, and brushed aside his musings about how far south this had gone. If he was going to get out of here, he'd need to stay in the moment. Slowly, he turned in a full circle and observed the area around him as he tried to decide which way to go. One way looked somewhat peaceful and serene, while another route appeared to be fairly dangerous.
Common sense told him that if the relics were easy to reach, someone would have done this awhile ago. So he began to trudge on in the least appealing direction. Even if common sense told anyone to take the path of least resistance, Matrix knew that the greatest treasures usually lay in the path of most resistance.
It was a strange feeling. Even though he'd been ripped from his home as a child and been forced to grow up in a twisted, horrible, ever-changing reality, he'd never been by himself. The two beings that meant the most to him had been alongside him every step of the way, just like they had here in the Omniverse. They'd celebrated every victory and suffered through every loss together. Matrix never appreciated how it had kept him sane until right now. For all the horrible things he'd seen and experienced, going through it with those he trusted kept him from descending into something terrible.
Now, he had breached his core moral principles for absolutely nothing. For now, Matrix could really only grumble and roll his eyes. He looked down to his right hip to see his promised weapon sitting in the magnetic holster that was typically reserved for his gun, and pursed his lips as the frustration billowed up once again. This spirit was able to grab warriors from all over the Omniverse, but it clearly had skimped on the armaments.
"That's just..." Matrix looked up and around the empty area, with little idea of where to go. He hadn't been given much in the way of instructions other than a generic 'help me.' He was going to have to make up the rest of this on his own. "...Alphanumeric."
After letting out a heavy sigh, Matrix decided to see what would work for him. The heads up display in his cybernetic eye wasn't even telling him whether this was actually a game or not. Instead, the word "Offline" appeared in the top of his vision. Fortunately, it was out of the way and wouldn't interfere with his vision, but he certainly wouldn't be able to forget it, either.
Since this was going so well, he brought two fingers to his chest and double tapped his black and gold icon. Deep down, he hoped the ability to download useful skills, knowledge, and weapons somehow existed here.
"Reboot!" Matrix announced to nothing, like he had done a thousand times before. Except this time nothing happened.
Dejected, he dropped his hand back to his side. His own world might have been unfair and unjust, but at least there was some semblance of order to the basic workings of it. Here, he seemed to be at the mercy of whatever omnipotent being had abducted him at that particular point in time.
Matrix just placed his hands on his hips, and brushed aside his musings about how far south this had gone. If he was going to get out of here, he'd need to stay in the moment. Slowly, he turned in a full circle and observed the area around him as he tried to decide which way to go. One way looked somewhat peaceful and serene, while another route appeared to be fairly dangerous.
Common sense told him that if the relics were easy to reach, someone would have done this awhile ago. So he began to trudge on in the least appealing direction. Even if common sense told anyone to take the path of least resistance, Matrix knew that the greatest treasures usually lay in the path of most resistance.