03-11-2016, 03:54 PM
Ururu resisted the urge to glare at armored man, but that didn't take away the terrible emotional pain she had been feeling well before this, still and now worsened. It was a churning pit in her chest that threatened everything, even her morality. She could see how the conflict was arising: parts of her though just didn't plain care.
However she couldn’t deny some of the truth of Okor's words though. This place… this hell was changing her. Had changed her. Hikaru would have had her examine all the angles, though she found even that part of her was barely a weak whisper of her subconscious, an experience of her own, or some lingering flotsam of her memory? Either way...
Groaning, Ururu snapped down her visor and felt the world slow as the connection to the Dataverse was established. Her face seemed to morph between annoyance, consternation and then something else a bit more alien: perturbed indifference. Quick jerks of her hand were the only indication that she had switched to other sources of information and postings. Finally after only a few brief moments she slowly lifted the visor back across her forehead.
Her eyes were cast back across the field of gathering vigilantes and seekers of retribution. She drew in a breath and spoke in a deadly low voice, "Justice? Or is it really greed and revenge for some perceived spite? How many people here even know of Uchiha Sasuke-sama in the first person?"
The question she intended to pin Okor down on barely fazed the rusted juggernaut, a bleary eye regarding her impassively. ”The Omniverse is… Large. I have not met Uchiha, but that doesn’t change what that... coward has done.”
There was no proof to be had in the thread on the dataverse either. Just some poster with an unverifiable claim as to their identity or their right to a Shinobi's life.
That was the thought that really seized her, it rang too closely to the acts her government had perpetrated in the name of freedom. Taking advantage of a budding social media to go as far as legitimize acts of nuclear destruction. Worse was then using the fear of foreign ninja doing the same to polarize and control the population.
"The only one of note I can find is this Thaal and Klaud people, no one else has any legitimacy… and even they are suspect. Surrender or die? And the other simply answering affirmative-" Ururu snorted in disgust.
What would convince you then? Okor rumbled questionly.
Ururu could almost see him cocking a skeptical eyebrow cocked beneath the helmet that obscured his face.
"Witnesses to the crime. This… Colonel-san for example. Hell, I'd take an impartial judge and jury to this… mob mentality!" She growled out in response. It was insanity. Even though Okor's perceptions about the corrupting influence of the Omniverse were true… that did not change the face the fact that one could not just paint entire fucking place with the same red brush.
"If I'm to believe this, then if someone says you killed them in cold blood tomorrow then I should trust and assist them in executing or even banishing you?" Ururu asked.
Her breath, pulse and mind were dangerously close to snapping, she recognized the signs but without Hikaru here she couldn't even begin to reign it in. The Darkness in her was aching to be thrown at someone, anyone, to vent her lethal rage. Unleash all her power and beat those who were a threat to her into bloody pulps and keep at it until she was to tired to even move.
"The Spirit erased the only people I could trust implicitly in this fucking place... who do I trust then? How can I trust ANYONE?!"
Silence punctuated around her, a few conversations paused but then with a light beeping in her ear that was audible even to her oddly talkative necromantic conversationalist. Her Dataverse notification.
That was quick.
With a slap of her hand she brought her connection back online and her shoulders slumped. It wasn't proof, but it was corroboration.
"What is to be his fate? Death or a fate worse than that?" Ururu demanded soberly, her tone though still tinged with the earlier anger.
However she couldn’t deny some of the truth of Okor's words though. This place… this hell was changing her. Had changed her. Hikaru would have had her examine all the angles, though she found even that part of her was barely a weak whisper of her subconscious, an experience of her own, or some lingering flotsam of her memory? Either way...
Groaning, Ururu snapped down her visor and felt the world slow as the connection to the Dataverse was established. Her face seemed to morph between annoyance, consternation and then something else a bit more alien: perturbed indifference. Quick jerks of her hand were the only indication that she had switched to other sources of information and postings. Finally after only a few brief moments she slowly lifted the visor back across her forehead.
Her eyes were cast back across the field of gathering vigilantes and seekers of retribution. She drew in a breath and spoke in a deadly low voice, "Justice? Or is it really greed and revenge for some perceived spite? How many people here even know of Uchiha Sasuke-sama in the first person?"
The question she intended to pin Okor down on barely fazed the rusted juggernaut, a bleary eye regarding her impassively. ”The Omniverse is… Large. I have not met Uchiha, but that doesn’t change what that... coward has done.”
There was no proof to be had in the thread on the dataverse either. Just some poster with an unverifiable claim as to their identity or their right to a Shinobi's life.
That was the thought that really seized her, it rang too closely to the acts her government had perpetrated in the name of freedom. Taking advantage of a budding social media to go as far as legitimize acts of nuclear destruction. Worse was then using the fear of foreign ninja doing the same to polarize and control the population.
"The only one of note I can find is this Thaal and Klaud people, no one else has any legitimacy… and even they are suspect. Surrender or die? And the other simply answering affirmative-" Ururu snorted in disgust.
What would convince you then? Okor rumbled questionly.
Ururu could almost see him cocking a skeptical eyebrow cocked beneath the helmet that obscured his face.
"Witnesses to the crime. This… Colonel-san for example. Hell, I'd take an impartial judge and jury to this… mob mentality!" She growled out in response. It was insanity. Even though Okor's perceptions about the corrupting influence of the Omniverse were true… that did not change the face the fact that one could not just paint entire fucking place with the same red brush.
"If I'm to believe this, then if someone says you killed them in cold blood tomorrow then I should trust and assist them in executing or even banishing you?" Ururu asked.
Her breath, pulse and mind were dangerously close to snapping, she recognized the signs but without Hikaru here she couldn't even begin to reign it in. The Darkness in her was aching to be thrown at someone, anyone, to vent her lethal rage. Unleash all her power and beat those who were a threat to her into bloody pulps and keep at it until she was to tired to even move.
"The Spirit erased the only people I could trust implicitly in this fucking place... who do I trust then? How can I trust ANYONE?!"
Silence punctuated around her, a few conversations paused but then with a light beeping in her ear that was audible even to her oddly talkative necromantic conversationalist. Her Dataverse notification.
That was quick.
With a slap of her hand she brought her connection back online and her shoulders slumped. It wasn't proof, but it was corroboration.
"What is to be his fate? Death or a fate worse than that?" Ururu demanded soberly, her tone though still tinged with the earlier anger.