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Manga Creations / Pandora NINE
« on: December 21, 2009, 02:34:37 AM »
NINE


Akira realized that it was another strange dream, or what the others called vision, as soon as he felt the rushing wind from the portal. He was not floating this time, and the room was completely black except for the golden swirl of violence before him.

"Time to go through, Robert. They've shot you with a special Restriction Algorithim code. The situation is much too dangerous to wait, though you might not understand, i must show you this if you are to escape this prison of Pandora."

Akira nodded to the voice, which sounded like the old man, and like himself.

Like my voice when I get old. The thought made him shudder, for some reason.

Akira heeded the voices' advice, and ran through the portal. The roaring wind was enough to stop him if he had walked, and besides, he wanted so badly to know what was on this other side. He needed to know. And it gave him satisfaction to remember that he was probably the first one of the dreamers to have gotten to this stage. In fact, the dream was so realistic it would've tricked him had it not been for the strange change of viewpoints.

One moment he was looking down at himself from a perspective, the next he was look­ing through his own eyes.

Akira jumped through the portal, and there was a cold flash of mindless numbers. Digits flew past his eyes, and he took a deep, deep breath, and blinked.

The room was blurred, but he could see well enough to make out the clean white sur­faces of the room, like a regular science lab, like in school, which seemed millions of miles away, in another universe. Akira almost laughed at the irony, but he was busy taking this in.

Akira stood up and looked closer at the 'surface' and realized that it was unrealistically long. It was metres across the room, and then Akira's heart jumped.

There's people...dead? Or sleeping... at this large... table?

They were of all ages, without any apparent arrangement. All of them were slumped against the white surface, completely still but with no outer sign of physical harm.

From the strangely long and too tall table came thick data cables trailing to the top of the room, and he found himself floating up to the ceiling, passing through one as though it were nothing.

Akira managed to have a brief glimpse of another room similarly arranged like the one before, with people slumped around the table while data cables went up and up. He passed another ceiling to yet another room such as this. Then to another, and another.

The experience vaguely reminded him of the Daemon that had done the same thing.

Finally they reached the top, and this room was definitely different. Numerous humanoid robotic constructions, thin and clean cut, populated this room. They each carried a large black and evil looking chain gun, and the sharp red wedges that represented their eyes on their bird-like heads made them look even meaner.

Some even had sharp swords in their grip, while another wielded a riot-gun, or a gre­nade launcher, whatever. It was large.

But the robot sentry wasn't the main attraction. The main attraction was what Akira could only describe as a huge cube of transparent gold. With his blurred vision he couldn't quite get the grip on the thousands of tiny intricate tunnels that zigzagged throughout the cube.

The cube was around the neighborhood of 250 cubic metres, and all the cables from below plugged into it from below.

"What is that?"

"That's Pandora, in the flesh. Or should I say, in the Unobtonium."

The voice came from besides Akira, but when he looked, he saw no one there. Akira stared back at the thing, feeling sick even though he didn't completely understand.

"Robert, throughout your life you have grown to believe that 'digital' is the real world and 'upgrades' and massive constructions is what is the normal. This is a lie, that is Pandora, and not the real world."

The building dissolved to show a sight that burnt itself into Akira's memories from then on till the end.

"This is the real world. Earth, where you were born."

Akira greedily breathed in fresh, musty air. The land before him was greener than nec­essary. Trees sprung up in haphazard places, and flocks of colourful birds invaded the sky.

The sound of a great water source, an ocean added to the atmosphere of complete peace. There was also the golden sunlight that peeked just over the horizon of this deadly beauty. Akira couldn't get enough of it.

"There is so much to explain, but so little brain time. The vital thing is that you need to come back here, to the real world. You have real parents. You have real family, and even true love."

Akira swallowed hard, failing to digest it all,

"Why me? How can I believe you that Pandora is a lie?"

"You just have to trust your gut. Or you can ask Itsuki. Tell him you're ready, when you are ready."

"Huh?"

"You'll know. Right now you need as much help as possible. You'll have these images and data to assist you in Kaito's computer, so that you may try to convince others that this real world exists. Read through them in detail.

"You should also know that this world, Pandora, was conceived for good reasons, but 18 became corrupt and constructed a society that reflected what he wished, and since then he has planned to overtake the entire place as his own creation.

"He holds a personal grudge against us, you, Akira. He wants to destroy you, you must not underestimate him, you must be ready before you face him and bring him down on his own stake of lies.

"To do this you need friends. Lots of friends who are willing to give away their lives. Or you may deceive them, if you want. But you certainly cannot do this alone. You are cur­rently unconscious because of a reprogramming chip that the ISEP officer shot you with, it has set up a personally made restriction algorithm by 18 that completely paralyzes you and sends off signals to warn authorities. You must hinder its effects.

"For now, Stacy has found a way to stop its effects, but her abilities shall not assist you long enough. You must destroy the Einstein-Newton Sub Routine System that controls Pandora's world restrictions. It is located within the sector Bryr's stronghold, The Persian Stronghold. If you do not destroy this you will be crushed.

"From now on there is no time to rest or wait. You must keep on going until you find yourself through Pandora's portal. From there Itsuki shall finish the job, and the truth will be out, and this nightmare will finally be over. Good luck, Akira."

"Wai-"

Akira was sucked into the golden cube. He heard the loud rushing of a portal. And the dream was over.

22862
Manga Creations / Pandora NINE
« on: December 21, 2009, 02:29:43 AM »
NINE


Akira realized that it was another strange dream, or what the others called vision, as soon as he felt the rushing wind from the portal. He was not floating this time, and the room was completely black except for the golden swirl of violence before him.

"Time to go through, Robert. They've shot you with a special Restriction Algorithim code. The situation is much too dangerous to wait, though you might not understand, i must show you this if you are to escape this prison of Pandora."

Akira nodded to the voice, which sounded like the old man, and like himself.

Like my voice when I get old. The thought made him shudder, for some reason.

Akira heeded the voices' advice, and ran through the portal. The roaring wind was enough to stop him if he had walked, and besides, he wanted so badly to know what was on this other side. He needed to know. And it gave him satisfaction to remember that he was probably the first one of the dreamers to have gotten to this stage. In fact, the dream was so realistic it would've tricked him had it not been for the strange change of viewpoints.

One moment he was looking down at himself from a perspective, the next he was look­ing through his own eyes.

Akira jumped through the portal, and there was a cold flash of mindless numbers. Digits flew past his eyes, and he took a deep, deep breath, and blinked.

The room was blurred, but he could see well enough to make out the clean white sur­faces of the room, like a regular science lab, like in school, which seemed millions of miles away, in another universe. Akira almost laughed at the irony, but he was busy taking this in.

Akira stood up and looked closer at the 'surface' and realized that it was unrealistically long. It was metres across the room, and then Akira's heart jumped.

There's people...dead? Or sleeping... at this large... table?

They were of all ages, without any apparent arrangement. All of them were slumped against the white surface, completely still but with no outer sign of physical harm.

From the strangely long and too tall table came thick data cables trailing to the top of the room, and he found himself floating up to the ceiling, passing through one as though it were nothing.

Akira managed to have a brief glimpse of another room similarly arranged like the one before, with people slumped around the table while data cables went up and up. He passed another ceiling to yet another room such as this. Then to another, and another.

The experience vaguely reminded him of the Daemon that had done the same thing.

Finally they reached the top, and this room was definitely different. Numerous humanoid robotic constructions, thin and clean cut, populated this room. They each carried a large black and evil looking chain gun, and the sharp red wedges that represented their eyes on their bird-like heads made them look even meaner.

Some even had sharp swords in their grip, while another wielded a riot-gun, or a gre­nade launcher, whatever. It was large.

But the robot sentry wasn't the main attraction. The main attraction was what Akira could only describe as a huge cube of transparent gold. With his blurred vision he couldn't quite get the grip on the thousands of tiny intricate tunnels that zigzagged throughout the cube.

The cube was around the neighborhood of 250 cubic metres, and all the cables from below plugged into it from below.

"What is that?"

"That's Pandora, in the flesh. Or should I say, in the Unobtonium."

The voice came from besides Akira, but when he looked, he saw no one there. Akira stared back at the thing, feeling sick even though he didn't completely understand.

"Robert, throughout your life you have grown to believe that 'digital' is the real world and 'upgrades' and massive constructions is what is the normal. This is a lie, that is Pandora, and not the real world."

The building dissolved to show a sight that burnt itself into Akira's memories from then on till the end.

"This is the real world. Earth, where you were born."

Akira greedily breathed in fresh, musty air. The land before him was greener than nec­essary. Trees sprung up in haphazard places, and flocks of colourful birds invaded the sky.

The sound of a great water source, an ocean added to the atmosphere of complete peace. There was also the golden sunlight that peeked just over the horizon of this deadly beauty. Akira couldn't get enough of it.

"There is so much to explain, but so little brain time. The vital thing is that you need to come back here, to the real world. You have real parents. You have real family, and even true love."

Akira swallowed hard, failing to digest it all,

"Why me? How can I believe you that Pandora is a lie?"

"You just have to trust your gut. Or you can ask Itsuki. Tell him you're ready, when you are ready."

"Huh?"

"You'll know. Right now you need as much help as possible. You'll have these images and data to assist you in Kaito's computer, so that you may try to convince others that this real world exists. Read through them in detail.

"You should also know that this world, Pandora, was conceived for good reasons, but 18 became corrupt and constructed a society that reflected what he wished, and since then he has planned to overtake the entire place as his own creation.

"He holds a personal grudge against us, you, Akira. He wants to destroy you, you must not underestimate him, you must be ready before you face him and bring him down on his own stake of lies.

"To do this you need friends. Lots of friends who are willing to give away their lives. Or you may deceive them, if you want. But you certainly cannot do this alone. You are cur­rently unconscious because of a reprogramming chip that the ISEP officer shot you with, it has set up a personally made restriction algorithm by 18 that completely paralyzes you and sends off signals to warn authorities. You must hinder its effects.

"For now, Stacy has found a way to stop its effects, but her abilities shall not assist you long enough. You must destroy the Einstein-Newton Sub Routine System that controls Pandora's world restrictions. It is located within the sector Bryr's stronghold, The Persian Stronghold. If you do not destroy this you will be crushed.

"From now on there is no time to rest or wait. You must keep on going until you find yourself through Pandora's portal. From there Itsuki shall finish the job, and the truth will be out, and this nightmare will finally be over. Good luck, Akira."

"Wai-"

Akira was sucked into the golden cube. He heard the loud rushing of a portal. And the dream was over.

22863
Manga Creations / Pandora EIGHT
« on: December 21, 2009, 02:25:09 AM »
EIGHT


Akira raised his hand in defense as the sword came swinging down, he closed his eyes, and heard, and partly saw, the flash of lightning blast the attacker across the room.

"Akira! Get out of here!"

Akira rolled off the couch, landing on his knees and risking one detailed glance in the dark room. Two tall figures were within the room. One was on the ground, having been hit by Stacy's discharge, while the other stood facing Stacy, who had apparently already released her first power seal. She was fast.

The standing Daemon raised a palm and shot out a stream of fire, Stacy formed an electric shield, but the fire passed through it with indifference and blasted Stacy out of the entire room. Akira took this as his leaving cue and got to his feet-

-A hand grabbed Akira's shoulder, and before he could determine what was happening, he found himself rising to his feet. The flight upwards was punctuated regularly by the loud smashes as he was carried up through different floors. Akira coughed and gagged in the massive amount of debris pouring down, finding it hard to breathe at such speeds. He couldn't even scream.

They emerged through the roof of the building, and he was suddenly breathing cold noon air. Akira managed to glance upwards to see that his past captor was the same one who had just caught him,

"Aren't you tired of dealing with me?" Akira shouted, but it was useless in the rush of wind. The Daemon sped up for a while, leaving Akira queasy as he saw the top of the highest sky scrapers slowly diminish into tiny specks. Then they passed the clouds, and he found it harder and harder to breathe in the thin air.

"What... are you doing?" He choked. The Daemon kept on going, then, as the blue hue of sky turned darker in the immense height, he stopped and spoke to Akira, who was slipping away in the sudden cold and depressurization,

"You humiliated me. You decreased my level, I was degraded because of you to level 590. And nothing, no bounty nor authority, is worth that decrease!"

Akira almost chuckled, but he was finding it hard to think in the first place, so he man­aged a single hoarse,

"So?"

The Daemon's clutch on Akira tightened slightly, then he said,

"Well, have a nice trip to space."

What? What does he-?

"Complete Seal Release!" He shouted. The voice was faint in the lesser atmosphere, and Akira was already on the verge of unconsciousness, but the following sound was massive.

The Daemon burst into a flare of energy and red light, the usually contained heat man­aged to singe Akira's shirt, then the Daemon brought Akira low with his hand-

He wants to fling me into space.

Then he thought of an insane solution.

The Daemon put all his strength in the throw…

- and found himself breaking the last verges of the atmosphere of Pandora. After his shock passed he stared in horror at the empty vastness of what was supposed to be space, but it was nothing, just empty nothing. An exaggeration of the word. No moon, no sun, no stars, like the creator had forgotten these things exist.

What in the world?

He vanished in the emptiness before he could understand the important truth he had seen.

***

Akira fell backwards, floating in the air, then gaining speed. He was in the dreamy state of semi-consciousness, and he had no more ideas.

Earlier he had saved himself the trip to space by concentrating on reversing the force of the Daemon's throw, and that had worked. But what could he do when he was almost unconsciou-

***

"You're really messing with the wrong girl." Stacy was in her fighting stance, trailing two fistfuls of lighting and circling in the battered room as she tried to read the Daemon's movements. Itsuki had ran out with Kaito, and she was facing the other Daemon.

The Daemon didn't seem in the mood for chatting, in fact, he seemed less confident than before ever since his partner had disappeared to the roof with Akira. Stacy knew she had to do something about it, but despite the Daemon's apparent reluctance, he still had enough literal fire power to prevent her from flying out of the place without getting roasted.

Another problem was the fact that her lightning would not shield against the equally formless fire, but the rule went both ways, and she had the faster weapon.

The Daemon let loose a burst of flame, Stacy released the lightning in her fists, forget­ting about her inability to block the attacks.

Both combatants received their opponent's strikes, and the hotel room finally erupted in an explosion. Stacy was blasted out of the entire floor and found herself free falling in the air of the metropolis. She quickly rectified herself, and began levitating, dodging flying cars that whizzed past at maniac speeds. In the distance she could hear sirens.

This must end, Now.

"Girl."

Stacy looked up in surprise, the Daemon had charged a ball of fire and had already flung it towards her. Stacy braced for impact-

-it was much more than she expected. The searing heat took the breath out of her and scarred her viciously, she found herself free falling to the lower levels of the city, towards the tarmac.

But her fall ceased  as gentle arms supported her back, and with difficulty she managed to make out the form of Akira, short red hair blowing serenely, and looking quite content,

"You can fly?" She whispered.

"Yep. And much more." He raised his hand towards the stunned Daemon, and casually flicked it to the side. The Daemon followed the same movement, speeding and slamming into a building in that direction, before tumbling slowly to the ground.

Akira flicked his hands downwards to assist the fall, and that was the end of the matter.

He smiled at her,

"Well, where are  Kaito and Itsuki?"

"I... uh, I think they're down below waiting..."

"Can I put you, uh, down, now?" Akira asked. Stacy quickly jumped out of his arms, levitating and looking at him. Akira smiled and floated downwards, keeping at a steady pace so as to choose the right spot to land. People stared up at him, but it wasn't because of the flying: many people bought the flying upgrade once in a while. What interested them was the carnage of the blown open hotel and the broken Daemon lying on the floor.

The sirens were closer.

We've stayed in Zola too long. He realized.

When he landed in the open car park Kaito walked over to him, furtively glancing over his shoulder at the gathering group of people once in a while to make sure that he wasn't being followed.

"Kaito, I think maybe we'd better get out of here, don't you think?" Akira said.

Kaito looked at him skeptically, "Oh wow, I wonder what I was saying all those precious hours ago."

"This really isn't the time." Stacy coughed, clutching her side in pain, "Do you have a quick exit plan or what?"

Kaito pursed his lips, "We have no choice but to teleport. The signal will be next to impossible to intercept, but easier to detect. Higher shielding, more signals."

Akira looked at Stacy, who was clutching her ribs restlessly, and Itsuki, who was still depressed as he had been ever since Akira had seen him after his abduction.

I'll need to ask him about that, but as for now...

"Lets go, I'm not planning on running in on Major Pain any time soon."

Kaito chuckled, "I heard he got deleted."

"What? are you sure? Why?"

Kaito looked at him, turning a corner of the building and entering a shady place. He flipped open his laptop and tapped in a number of keys before answering,

"I said Cain got deleted. Yes I'm sure. And I dunno why he got deleted. Maybe because I thwarted him, maybe."

You mean "We" Akira thought. But he didn't want to antagonize someone who was really about to save them.

"Kaito?" Stacy panted, "when is the teleport going to be ready?"

Kaito pointed at a spot on the ground, "Right now."

Just as he finished saying the words, there was a brief blue flash and cylindrical blue beam hit the spot, spinning and twinkling serenely in the fading light of noon. The sirens were now within the vicinity: Two or so blocks away.

They had to be fast or they'd be caught.

"Lets go."

Kaito didn't need to tell any of the team twice: he was followed closely by Itsuki. The two of them disappeared without so much as a sound. It was instant. Akira nodded at Stacy,

"You first."

"Its okay, Akira, I'm no weak lady."

Akira didn't feel like arguing over respectfulness and gender just when the authorities were arriving. He shrugged and stepped through the portal.

But nothing happened. He just passed through it.

Huh?

He turned round, and looked at Stacy, who was looking at Akira with the same amount of surprise that he felt. He walked through the portal again, but there was no effect. He didn't seem to be able to travel through the portal.

"What's happening?" Stacy asked nervously.

"How the heck am I supposed to know?" Akira rose his foot to move forward again, but he froze up completely: he couldn't move at all. In fact he couldn't do anything apart from sense.

He suddenly felt his steady breathing stop. He tried all he could to swallow air but noth­ing happened, his mouth and throat didn't even move in the attempt. He was completely and utterly paralyzed, worse than the time he had been abducted by the Daemon.

"Akira? What's happening?" Stacy stepped forward to help him, forgetting about the portal between them. She stepped through the portal and vanished like Kaito and Itsuki had done, and then, without much of a farewell, the portal vanished as well. Akira top­pled to the ground, stiff as a statue. He felt the suffocation overtake him this time, and what came was darkness. He was sure he was dead now.

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Manga Creations / Pandora SEVEN
« on: December 21, 2009, 02:17:21 AM »
SEVEN


The Abyss was an awesome, complicated work of art. It had been constructed on circular format, riddling it with numerous winding staircases and architectural feats. Ever true to its name, the building hadn't been built upwards, but rather descended kilometers into the ground. It was positioned in the exact centre of Zola, which was the exact centre of Pandora.

Past hundreds of corridors and doors, the located halfway down the structure held the meeting room. It was in this room that The Circle always met and spoke of matters ranging from the simple to the utmost importance. This time it was for the latter.

The room was tense, and the olden style chandeliers and torches gave the elegant room a more tense look, despite the perfect lighting. The room was the largest of them all, and the voices of The 36 Administrators of The Circle of Pandora sat at a bronze colored crystalloid table. Number 18 stood up in the presence of his colleagues, not as an equal, but as the subject of discussion.

"18," 22 began, "we have called this meeting to discuss your recent activities mainly regarding the citizen Akira logicphreak. We have discovered that you have spent a noticeable amount of Administrator resources, and we want you to explain yourself to us all."

18 nodded almost gravely, and he let out a genuine smile that sent a chill through most of the members. 9 brushed her fiery hair away in irritation and fixed an intent glare on him, while the others waited expectantly. 18 cleared his throat,

"My fellow administrators, there really is nothing that needs explaining here. I have the utmost right-"

"No, you don't." 9 muttered to him. The others looked at her, and One, who was usually silent, nodded towards her and spoke carefully,

"Let him finish, Eliza."

9 clenched her mouth tight and mumbled an insincere apology. 18 looked at her and hitched his high collars slightly, continuing his explanation,

"I have used my resources utterly within my budget, and I have not broken any laws at all. I do not understand what exactly this means, to be calling me forward for such a matter."

9 growled. 22 spoke over her,

"We've all been fully briefed on your activities. You ordered an ISEP force, at the threat of deletion, to hunt down a group of over-zealous children. The operation went well: they massacred everyone on sight and failed to capture the intended targets. You wasted money, and killed many innocent citizens who are entitled to live in our world proudly. You-"

18 rose a hand, "I'm sorry, but I can't answer to that. You have to confront the ISEP force. I did not threaten deletion, I stated a fact. In fact, the officer is on his way for exe­cution this very moment. The so named 'massacre' of the kids was this qualified mem­ber of the police force's decision as a major, so I see no faults."

"That's not how it works, 18. We aren't a group of mad people crushing our own fellow humans." 36 spoke, her speech was light and reasoning. 18 ignored her,

"I stopped a potential threat to the entire Pandora." 18 spoke. He looked at One with a small smile. One, completely out of character, glared at him for a while, but none of the Cadmins noticed.

"What potential threat, exactly? A couple of kids gathering over some cult or topic or so and you murdered them like this?" 9 shouted.

She was trembling with anger, and 18 smiled at her without any comment. The other Cadmins looked at him. The majority of their faces expressed a dense dislike and mistrust.

"You are aware, 18," 19, who was seated next to 18 began, "that your jurisdiction is within the Technology and Future Projection Statistics field, I'm still not sure why you were actively involved in my Defense and Offense responsibilities."

18 turned to face him, his black gown fluttered exaggeratedly as he did so,

"Yes, I am aware, 19, and so what? My Statistics told me that I needed to act fast and mobilize a police force. From then on it was in Major Cain's hands. Or would you have liked for me to go there and deal with the matter?"

"So you deny any wrongdoing in this matter, Sir?" 22 prompted, he had a hand poised to confirm an option on a holographic pad that floated on the top of the crystalloid table, which was actually a giant holographic display.

18 looked at him, "I deny doing anything wrong at all."

22's finger landed, the holographic document dissolved and he nodded his head to vari­ous members sitting at the table, "We must go and make a verdict on the case." He nodded towards 18,

"Good day 18, and the rest of us."

22 rose, followed by a good number  of Circle Administrators. One announced,

"The meeting is over, however, 18, 9, 27 and 36 should remain in their seats. Thank you."

The room cleared. The already spacious place looked even more empty at the sight of the five people sitting on edges at each point of the table, with 36 and One basically beside each other. One rubbed his forehead and spoke,

"18, sit down, please."

"No thanks, I am aware that you want to reprimand me to some effect, so I'll want to leave as soon as possible"

1 looked at him, " What is wrong with you, Darius, do you want to blow open the entire secret? Do you have any idea what that would mean to us?"

18 managed to not smile this time, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 9 clenched her fist in pure fury, opposite her, her twin sister 27 stared at 18 with unbridled awe and excitement.

"Please, call me 18. If you must use conventional names, I'm Kinryuu. Darius is dead, and he has remained that way for thousands of years."

1 stood up, his left eye constricted in consternation, "Darius, the more you make stunts like these in the presence of the others the higher the risk of them finding out!"

18 grinned, "So what if they discover there is another world out of Pandora? Do you think they would give a damn about it? They are just like all the other Pandorians here, they are comfortable with this life. Can you imagine how completely perfect this world is? I still do not understand, and, I guess I never will understand, why you put so much faith into Earth and home. Earth is a million years away. Its another dimension that's now a barren wasteland."

1 looked at him, "18, that topic is beyond discussion, you absolutely have no choice in the matter. That debate was done and buried long ago. No matter how much you think you know people, we all know that they wouldn't be yet able to handle the truth about Earth. In this, I'm sad to say, I appreciate your efforts to stop the emerging threat of dis­covery, but I still grieve for the deaths, and am afraid of the publicity you made. I mean, bounties? What the hell, Darius you could've gone yourself!"

18 looked at One, he didn't seem pleased now. A frown was coming on, and 27 watched both One and 18 stare at each other. Finally 18 spoke, in a surprisingly convincing tone,

"I'm sorry about the mess. I'll capture the boy, logicphreak, and from then on I'll follow the rest of the plan... But with utmost reluctance, on my part. I mean, we are gods here, why-"

"No more, please Darius. You're outvoted and outnumbered. Please stop."

18 smiled.

1 looked at 9, who had managed to control most of her anger,

"What does the reconnaissance team report, Eliza?"

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before continuing, "They're coming in tomor­row night. And I meant to tell you, when they crossed the portal, there was some sort of interference as they went in s-"

"It was an accidental electric discharge, Eliza, nothing to worry about." 36 cut her state­ment. She studied 36 with suspicion, somehow making the look colder and meaner than her earlier anger.

1 nodded and looked at 27, "Everyone's in ignorance so far? No leaks in the ranks?"

She tried an 18 smile, but failed miserably and made it look like a flirt, "Yes, Sir."

1 nodded, "Good, but I'm really no higher than you. You can call me by name."

Then he announced,

"Meeting adjourned, I guess, and... may I talk to you in private, 18? Please?"

18 stayed where he was as an answer. 9 and 36 disappeared in a blur of blue digits whereas 27 skipped away in another direction.

"So what is it, Boss?"

"Don't screw with me, Darius."

"What is it?"

"You know what it is. You know, and you hide it greedily, you play a game around it. You know what I think about this mess, and you know that I realize you're up to something. Something to do with Earth and The Portal. Maybe even bigger."

18 chuckled, "Hey, you have just spoken for all the paranoids in the world."

1 smacked his fist on the table, blue fire erupted from his hands and trailed along the glossy surface, before disappearing in fine wisps of white smoke. 18 watched this with­out any expression.

"Ooh, someone broke the big rule."

"Darius."

18 managed to take his colleague seriously enough to simply look at him inquisitively,

"Darius," He leaned forward, "I have always known that you are an insane man. But you are also, unfortunately, a genius. I am aware that you have helped develop the very cul­ture of Pandora, and contributed immensely to its construction, but Darius, as an old friend, I must ask you to please stop whatever it is you have in mind. Your ideals or whatever you're basing this thing on isn't worth taking the gift of Earth away from its citizens."

18 remained silent.

1 sighed, "I know about Akira logicphreak. I know about the information you've been hiding for the last 160,000 years. Or 16 real years, to be exact. I know that you're hunting down Robert Hill. I know you want revenge."

18 looked shocked. His eyes widened in surprise, then he glared at One.

1 sat back on his seat, "I know these things, and I can't meddle without Zero knowing, but whatever you have in mind, I hope to God you'll be stopped before it gets out of hand and hurts more than yourself."

1 stood up and saluted Darius casually. He closed his eyes. As blue digits swirled around to teleport him, he announced,

"Lights. Out."

The lights in the meeting room winked out, and 18 watched in the darkness as the blue swirl dissipated into nothingness. The darkness was complete.


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Manga Creations / Pandora SIX
« on: December 21, 2009, 02:12:27 AM »
SIX


The headache was so severe it felt like something was stabbing his nose.

"Ooooh, man."

"Akira? Akira? Come on, wake up. Wake up!"

"Huh?" Akira opened his eyes, and was greeted by the sight of Stacy kneeling over him. Behind her Akira could see Itsuki watching him intently.

"Glad to see you're alive, Akira." Itsuki managed, then with a troubled face, he walked away.

"You had better sit up. Want some pizza?" Stacy asked.

"Dunno. Is it good?" Akira croaked.

"Guess you should try it first. Its a bit cold, we couldn't just buy one using an Upgrade Link, they're probably being monitored by all sorts of people. Including your friend Major Cain."

"Major Pain in the backside, you mean." Akira chuckled half-heartedly.

Stacy looked at him, and smiled,

"Thanks, for staying back, at the warehouse. Your hero syndrome saved my life."

"Oh? Ah, you did most of the work."

"Maybe so... Maybe so..." She looked off into space. Then she rose to her feet,

"Well, I'll get the pizza, and you can rest for a while. Kaito is still making sense of all the data he collected from the meeting and finding us a way to stay out of the ISEP's clutches. So we'll be pretty much grounded for a while. Its a good thing, though."

Akira nodded, "Yeah. I haven't had a quiet moment in a long time."

She smiled at that, "You've had a good 15 years of peace and normality."

Akira shook his head, "No. I mean Post-Aimlessness. This is my first time to rest while knowing where the heck I'm heading in life. At least, to some extent,"

Stacy looked at him with a strange look,

"That's good to hear. I know the feeling." She finally left, and Akira had time to take in the surroundings.

He was lying in a comfortable bed, under plain white and black blankets. They seemed to be in a hotel of some sort, as the sight out through the windows only showed the top floors of other generally modern buildings.

The windows themselves covered so much of the wall he could easily have called them transparent walls, but they did have rovers which could be adjusted to allow air inside, so they were windows. At their top corners bunched up curtains remained ready to be pulled over the glass by the press of a button.

This was really the only remarkable thing about the room. The rest of the furniture and items were basic necessities. Indeed, expensive ones, but basic all the same.

The room had one bed with a large couch next to it, a large TV, a bathroom and kitchen. The voices of his new friends were floating out of the open kitchen door, and he decided he had rested enough and wanted to join  the conversation.

He walked into the compact kitchen in the middle of a statement by their mysterious saviour.

"... that just means that we're practically alone. The others aren't going to be willing to follow up on this vision business after hearing so many had been massacred and that Cadmin 18 is involved. The best thing for us to do now is admit we're all there is and get on with plans."

They were standing around the kitchen. The African was leaning  against the counter and operating a laptop. Stacy sat on the counter beside him while Itsuki stood some two steps away with his hands folded and eyes on the clean floor, apparently deep in thought. Stacy looked up at Akira when he came in,

"Oh, I thought you were going to rest a while. The pizza is in the stove. Uh... Itsuki?"

He looked at her, eyebrow arched. Apparently he hadn't been listening, "Yeah?"

"The pizza?"

"Oh. Right." He moved from the stove and opened it. He was greeted by dense black smoke.

Itsuki coughed, "Wow. Seems like you overdid it, Stacy." He said listlessly.

"Oh, dammit! What is up with these cookers and stuff! No wonder this hotel costs a few hundred credits!" She rushed to the stove and pulled out a tray carrying the hopeless mess of charred pizza.

"Uh, ain't that hot?" Akira asked,

She smiled, " I handle thousands of volts of electricity on a regular basis, Akira. Oven heat is cold water as far as I'm concerned."

"Ahem." The guy at the laptop cleared his throat. Akira looked at him,

"Yeah?"

"I think that maybe we should go on with our plans." He fixed Akira with a challenging look.

"You probably already have something in mind." Akira said with a simple smile. The guy didn't seem appreciative of that, but he nodded anyway, quickly hiding the stern look he had given Akira,

"Yeah. I was planning on heading to Sector X. My whole gig is right there. All my guns and gear. I could pull them out from there remotely using my laptop, but as you know..."

"-We could get tracked down." Akira nodded, "But I thought Stacy had some sort of spe­cial cloaking abilities?" Akira looked at Stacy, indicating that he meant for her to answer. Stacy shrugged,

"Yeah, I could cloak any such transaction, but I guess Kaito has a reason for not asking me." She looked at the guy named Kaito pointedly.

"Oh, so your names Kaito, huh?" Akira asked. Kaito didn't reply, he simply snapped his laptop shut and stood up.

"Lets go. I've booked a completely secure teleport to Sector X. Its a lot of money, but we can't risk traveling slow as we are. Those ISEP guys are rough, but their  violence from yesterday was uncalled for. Cadmin 18 must've really spooked their minds out."

He carried the laptop and put it under his arm, the others just looked at him.

"Well? Lets get going!"

"I think maybe we should stay for a few hours." Stacy said, "We've basically just talked through the details. We haven't contacted anyone for help, checked the news maybe. We can't just go around in a rush without knowing what's happening around us. Besides, it'd help if we rested."

Kaito didn't seem thrilled at all by the idea, "No."

"I vote yes." Akira mentioned. He was suddenly feeling the aches from the day before. He felt too exhausted to go out in the hard dirty world and get battered in an ambush of something of that sort.

Whatever hotel they had booked in, it seemed safe enough to at least hold a conversa­tion, and allow Kaito to use his laptop, a device even Akira knew was notoriously easy to track by authorities. All this meant was that the room was an equivalent of a safe house. For now, at least.

Kaito stepped forward and leaned rudely towards Akira. Kaito was only a few millimeters taller than Akira, and he tried to emphasize this by exaggeratingly straining his pupils downwards,

"This isn't a vote, kid."

Akira stared at him right back, "And you aren't the leader."

"You owe me your life." He spat.

"And you need us." Akira managed to remain calm when he said that. He read the tenseness in Kaito correctly for an incoming punch, but he had nothing to do about it. Kaito swung a blow-

- and Itsuki's hand grabbed it, and tossed it away. Itsuki brushed his suit and looked at Kaito,

"Your anger doesn't make sense, and I don't really want to hear some sad encounter you had earlier that's making you act so crazy, so I'll tell you, we're staying here for eight hours, and then we can move on. I'm tired, and I barely even raised a finger..."

His voice trailed off at that, and Akira looked at his face, and he realized,

He's ashamed of himself.

Itsuki continued, "So that's settled, Kaito."

Kaito looked at Itsuki, breathing heavily, then he adopted an aloof expression and scratched his scalp,

"Aw, heck, I need sleep as well. I'm not used to heavy work anyway."

He pointed a finger at Akira, "You and me are going to come to an understanding some time." And with that he walked past Akira and out of the room.

"Hey, where you going?" Stacy called after Kaito.

"I booked three rooms, I'm heading to one of them. The rest of you sort the arrangement out. Any sudden ambush or something similar will be up to you, I have my guns." His voice faded away. Stacy, Itsuki and Akira looked at each other, thinking for some split seconds what the sleeping arrangement would be. And all of them simultaneously blushed for their own various scenarios. Akira managed a smile and a sharp pat on Itsuki's shoulder,

"Well, I guess we share a bunk. Just like old times."

"...yeah." Itsuki managed, looking at Stacy. She smiled, turned quickly and said,

"Well, goodnight guys. Call if you need anything." And she walked out of the room. Akira and Itsuki waited for her to leave. Then Akira grinned,

"Scissors, paper, rock?"

"Yeah."

Akira slept on the couch.


***


-The flood of light and colour was unexpected, and Akira tumbled off... Nothing.

He was floating in a massive wind, spinning and turning hopelessly in the assault of energy and power the portal emanated. Then he gained awareness and control over himself, and he recognized what was happening.

Vision, huh? He looked at the portal.

It was a golden swirling mass of lightning and energy. The sound it gave off was amaz­ing, and its sheer force shook the very fabric of the air. Akira landed on his two feet, and studied the rest of the scene, but the rest of the scene was very blank. Dull.

He could barely see what he was standing on, and what the portal was framed by. Yet he knew there was metal all around him, and that someone was standing behind him as well...

Akira turned around, and faced an old man dressed in decent clothing. His green striped white shirt and slightly oversized trousers flapped in the gust of the portal, and he smiled simply at Akira. He was in his 50s.

"So, Robert. I meet myself."

Robert? Myself?

"What do you mean?" Akira asked. He stepped forward as though to bring himself closer to the old man. But it was more of an action he just felt like he had to take. His dream felt strangely familiar and he almost thought he knew everything he was going to hear, but the explanation for this slipped away, so he contended himself with what he could see.

The old man smiled again and brushed away a stray strand of silver hair,

"Sorry, I can't tell you anything about that yet. But I can tell you that you're special in many ways."

"What do you mean?" Akira repeated his earlier question. He found it adequate. The old man replied,

"You're not a data-child, Robert. Or should I call you Akira logicphreak?"

"Huh?" Akira couldn't believe it. I was adopted, how can I not be a data-child? Does than mean am an-

"Yes, you're an original. You were born of natural circumstances, not manufactured by a company."

"How come i acted like one? I mean, the remote worked on me and all,"

"Its the same reason why your Restriction Algorithms have gone off line. Your true natural born self emerged."

Akira thought of it, the thought seemed a little pleasing, but he didn't grasp the full meaning the man seemed to want him to understand.

"So? Whats the difference if i'm a natural?"

"You're not happy about this?"

"Well... it sure looks better on my certificate, and my foster parents are losers for not telling me but in light of what's happening its no big deal."

"No big deal, huh? That's a sad thing to hear from you, Robert."

"Stop calling me that, please. I'm not Robert. I'm Akira logicphreak."

"Later, when there is more time, I'll correct you and tell you who exactly you are, and why being a natural is important. All I want you to know right now is that your abilities shall come in handy when fighting to get into this portal."

Akira looked back at the portal reverently,

"What is that portal? Why have many seen it? What does it do?"

"Its a portal to the Real World." The old man said with equal reverence, then he shook his head,

"Sorry. That's for later... Remember this: You can control your advantage by thinking of what you want to happen. Think of that thing without contradicting yourself, think of it without distraction, and you'll be able to do what is generally labeled as impossible here."

Akira looked at his hands, as though they were the centre of his 'advantage'.

"And, most importantly." The old man continued. Akira looked up.

"You'll need to infiltrate, and destroy, the Persian Stronghold. It is the centre that The Circle uses to control the subjects of Pandora. With this destroyed you have a chance at unlimited power and abilities that will aid you when you get into a fight with any mem­bers of The Circle."

"You mean if, right? If I fight members of The Circle."

The old man looked at him with no expression,

"You'll manage. But remember: keep on your toes, use your powers, and destroy The Persian Stronghold."

"But that's impossible!"

The old man faded away. The roar of the portal got louder... louder... then Akira tumbled into it, and there was one long melodic note of a bird, and then silence.

Akira opened his eyes. The dream was over.

In front of him, a figure glowed red after having released one of its seals. The Daemon had a helmet with a single, vertical visor, and brandished a black sword.

"You… The Daemon from earlier!"

"Nice to see you again, Akira logicphreak." The Daemon replied. He swung his sword downwards.

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Develop Your Story / Re: for my manga
« on: December 17, 2009, 01:11:59 AM »
Maybe its just a matter of 'testing the waters' maybe try out some pilot chapters and see how they're accepted. You could possibly start with a reader base of 50 people or so and record what they think, from they're you'll definately know where to go.

In any case you shouldn't delay yourself too much or you might end up stopping yourself short.

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Manga Creations / Re: Apocalypse Dawn
« on: December 16, 2009, 04:50:38 AM »
Its a funny story, and funny in an honest way. Your obviously not struggling to do it. But its odd that a  guy with an IQ of 500 would do such a stupid thing, i hope he fixes the mess his going to cause.

P.S That Mayan prediction is really a fuss in places. I'm planning on watching the movie based on it.

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Movies and TV shows / Re: Avatar Movie
« on: December 16, 2009, 04:35:12 AM »
@Lego: Aren't there two different Avatar movies? I thought the one based on the Nickolodeon show was being done by M. Night Shyamalan.

Not all live actions are bad. It just depends on the production team that is put together for the movie. The Saishuheiki Kanojo and Ichi the Killer movies were done pretty good for the types of anime/manga that they were.

Oh yeah i was referring to The Last Airbender. M. Night Shyamalan, huh? I love that guys works, there really twisty. I guess i'll be looking forward to his work.

The Saishuheiki Kanojo and Ichi the killer? I haven't heard of those, so i guess i'll have to watch them.

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Manga Creations / Re: Pandora [Working Title]
« on: December 16, 2009, 04:26:23 AM »
Thanks a lot. I guess my logic was twisted about that. I thot if i posted in different places it'd be easier to comment on them. Thanks, i'll make sure i keep my stuff in one place.

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Manga Creations / Re: I am a Teenage Goddess (magical girl manga)
« on: December 16, 2009, 04:19:21 AM »
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I'm aware that the scenes move too quickly from one to another, it's sort of a mechanism to keep the reader interested and drag certain unimportant scenes. This story is supposed to be a manga, not a novel, so basically the dialogue and the scenes are the ones I put emphasis on. But I'll take your point and try not to rush things.

This is exactly what you should do. And i'd hang myself before you changed what is obviously a manga style to novel style, but you just stretched it a little. You'll notice it yourself. As i said, dialogue was perfect so you have no problem making it feel manga


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In the predictable matters, which things do you find predictable? I'd really want to know.
Well, i'm thinking this is what will happen: Girl finds powers, whoops ass and then slowly maybe her social life is affected by powers, then after that bad guys maybe harm/capture her friends, then she mops the floor with their faces and becomes a princess in the other realm with the boy she likes.

Actually, i said BEWARE of making it predictable. I'm just nervous as to how its turning out, as i guessed some of the scenes.

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And, I'm not surprised that it's not your type of story, this is practically catered to girls. And this is shoujo, not shounen.

Yeah, i might've forgotten about that. You told me earlier that it was shoujo. But even though i'm not inclined to read it, i'll try it out. Under the skin, its still Manga literature.

Your welcome about the comments, keep it up.

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General Manga writer discussions / Re: Some advice to writers
« on: December 15, 2009, 10:57:06 AM »
Oh, so thats what a stereotype is. Yep, i generally use them a lot, its better that i know the name for them. I used to call them 'cliche characters'


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Some good ideas mixed in with some seriously bad advice.

Here's a rule for you: You need to eat, sleep, drink, and piss...

Well, i understand the meaning of the rest of the statement, but the introduction's harshness isn't really called I specifically stated: "There are times when you have to get serious with your writing." I only meant on occasion. Of course it'd be insane to deny yourself the necessities of life for long periods of time. And i didn't suggest writers deprive themselves of a toilet break or snack. [Let alone forget to sleep for two days straight.]

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I'm not sure that I agree with you here. I intentionally write alternative stories to explore new genres, and I can't say that I found myself frustrated, annoyed, depressed, or any of the other foul moods you described.

You might have missed the hypothetical tone i employed when i wrote the statement. I specifically said "IF your constantly depressed, annoyed..." I wasn't stating it as a constant fact. There are plenty of people who juggle multiple genres when writing a story, they even go as far as having more than one major field of expertise.

However i agree with your other sentiments. I can't say i've heard of Wolfram Alpha, but maybe i'll check it out.


I'm thankful for the other insightful comments that have improved upon my post. They make the 'meat and potatoes' that much more filling. They'll help quite alot.

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Welcome Center / Re: Yo New fella coming through
« on: December 15, 2009, 07:50:28 AM »
Hello Senpo. Just a noob writer welcoming a fellow noob.

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Welcome Center / Re: Greetings
« on: December 15, 2009, 07:47:33 AM »
Hello there Maxite, just returning the favour of welcoming me. Anyway its good to see your a writer with the 'uncanny penchant for pulling ideas out of nowhere'. That's a magic trick you have to teach me some time.

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Manga Creations / Re: ~* His Blood *~
« on: December 15, 2009, 07:31:27 AM »
Paragraphs, please, but nice freakiness... And that girl can save me anytime anywhere.

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Manga Creations / Re: I am a Teenage Goddess (magical girl manga)
« on: December 15, 2009, 07:24:49 AM »
Well, i read chapter one and its clearly not my type of story, but the language is solid and the dialogue is good. [These are the two main things i aim at] However you might want to watch yourself, you speed on a bit too fast from scene to scene and occasionally  spoil the suspense by explaining things the protagonist otherwise wouldn't know.

Also you occasionally switch from past tense to present tense, and that puts a few snags in the story.   From what i see it has a good plot, but beware of making it too predictable. Anyway this is all i can say, since this is shounen. Best of luck in writing the story.

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