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snoruntpyro

Yeah, she still had no idea where she was. That didn’t matter! It would be difficult to figure out where was a good place to jack in, given that she didn’t have any visuals on her PET screen, but there had to be some place nearby that… would, uh… work… definitely… certainly…

As Triese wandered the park and continuously pressed the jack-in button, hoping she’d randomly come across a comp that’d let Lurerre access a monitor other than her PET screen, she slowly realized that there were no jack-in points around her. Which was very weird! Given how modern everything around her looked…!

She blinked. If there was nowhere to jack in, then… but… no, that made no sense, she’d know if this was Reg’s world, wouldn’t she?! This place didn’t look like where Reg was from! But without being able to see the chatroom - or use her PET in general - she would have to do some serious prowling around to figure out what was going on here, and that would mean she would get seen and possibly cause a big mess and then the time police would finally get her and-!

Too late. Someone had already approached her. She was in the middle of a public park, after all. When the stranger greeted her, she composed herself as quickly as possible, attempting to channel some of the Big Liar energy that she’d used at the DART gala - but he immediately made that way harder by dropping a proper noun she’d never heard before. “N-Noi-“

She stopped herself just in time, realizing how telling it was that he had said device and not PET. Unfortunately for her, he’d already seen it - so she’d just have to play along. “U-um! Yeah! It seems like there’s, uh, a problem with the display,” she nervously explained. Was it safe to say her Navi was in there? If this still could be like Reg’s world, it was better safe than sorry. “I’ve never had anything like this happen before, so, y’know, I’m, uh, pretty confused!” Blink. “I guess you do tech stuff…? If you’re, uh, asking!”

She kept the device pretty close to her chest, like she wasn’t going to give it up even though she was literally accepting his offer for help. The disorientation from being throttled here with no warning was beginning to set in - she wasn’t able to hide her distress nearly as well as she did in Reg’s world. There, she knew what she was getting into.

Cosmine

After a spirited one-sided discussion about wave battle strategies from a very eager Claud, Geo was feeling a bit spent. It was quite a lot to process. He was just going over there to trade away his extra cards, how'd he get roped up in talking about bubbling techniques anyways?

"I didn't think you could use Whistle like that..." Omega-Xis muttered over his shoulder, projected from his Hunter-VG, "Hey Geo, think there'd be someone in that chatroom thing that'd know of more things to use Whistle on?"

"To be honest Mega..." Geo responded a bit distantly, "I don't know if we should poke into the chatroom too much. I get the feeling like if we draw its attention, something bad may happen."

"Eh," Omega-Xis tossed a claw about, "Anything that comes our way, we'll handle it."

"I suppose so..." he mumbled, exiting Big Wave, "I'm just worried about provoking something."

"You provoking something?" Omega-Xis guffawed, and continued talking as Geo's attention was drawn elsewhere.

His eyes had landed on someone wandering the park that looked... distressed. How odd, she didn't seem from around here.

"Hey Geo," Omega-Xis leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "I'm sensing a huge amount of Noise from that device of her's, you wanna go see what's up?"

Before he had finished asking, Geo was already heading over. Sure enough, the thing in her hands sounded rough and had that distinct red on the screen. Already Geo was feeling that scratching feeling in the back of his throat that he'd come to associate with Crimson.

"Excuse me, um," he pushed past the feeling and gave her a small smile, "Do you need some help with the Noise coming from your device?"

Role

Enzan hadn't noticed how thirsty he truly was. But now, he couldn't seem to swallow right. His vision narrowed just to that small glass, just to the woman's perfect nails against it.

"None," Enzan repeats, because it's the only way he'll be able to make the right choice. He tries to blink, focus on the wheel before them. This place should have made him feel tense, but her words seemed to rake over his mind, keeping his breathing steady and slow.

"Certainly bold to be trying to sell to me before I've won anything," he tried to smile, summon that cocky demeanor he was always working with. "Just-- put me down on green. I've been waiting long enough."

Enzan rubs his eyes. Why did he say no? He did want it. He was thirsty, and tired. Just one sip would bring the strength back into his lethargic limbs, he was sure.

snoruntpyro

"Dark Messiah Cross!!"

Triese wasn't sure what she was going to get out of watching the Luminous Revival finals for the fifteenth time, but some part of her deep down hoped that she would manage an absurd breakthrough by catching the tiniest of details. Lan had been feeling horrible lately, and she refused to elaborate on why, other than that she needed to prove that she wasn't a monster. Try as she might to reassure her, Triese knew that Lan wanted answers more than comfort. Some explanation about why things ended up the way they did, about why her and her Navi siphoned so much power off of an inexplicable element like bug fragments.

Bugs were something even her dad, who was obviously way smarter than her, couldn't figure out, so part of her wondered why she was even trying, but she refused to let Lan's plight slip away from her, especially when it worried Iris so much. So she and Lurerre ventured into the Undernet, farmed as many bug fragments as they could, and built a test environment for Triese to mess around with them in; Lurerre was nervous about the whole ordeal, but she relented after Triese insisted that she would perform experiments in the absolute safest way possible. Her makeshift laboratory was condemned to a separate server, which she only ever connected to with her PET to get Lurerre inside. Nothing bad was going to get out of here if she could help it.

And so began the trial and error. Triese had messed around with programming in her off-time, but she hadn't really tried to make something custom before; part of that was because making something like a Battle Chip seemed to be above her paygrade (and also cheating!!). But this was for Lan, and she really needed to do something to repay Lan!

She kept thinking back to how the viruses in Reg's world had happily accepted the bug fragments they'd brought. If viruses still liked them, and they were different enough now to just... substantiate in the real world, then there had to be some sort of connection, right?! Especially because Lan's eyes kept turning red and stuff! And all the other weird things! There was some bizarre magic throughline going on here, and she was going to figure it out by jamming a million random things together until something weird happened!! Put a Mystery Data in there! Light the BugFrags on fire! Stick them together! Bind them with rope! Electrocute them! Teleport them and drop them from a million pixels above her homepage! Edit random values she didn't know the meaning of in a hex editor!

"I cannot help but wonder," Iris had mused to her. "If there is some sort of 'humanity' to these bug fragments. After all, in the coding sense, bugs typically only exist because of human error..."

It was now the weekend, and Triese had spent the past hour lounging on her bed scrolling through the chatroom. There wasn't even a conversation going on at the moment - she was just backreading, perhaps out of the same vain hope that kept her rewatching Luminous Revival. Maybe she should just ask around. Surely there had to be someone who came from some world where bugs were all solved and super well documented. But even Reg, who had a whole 400 years of extra knowledge under his belt, seemed to not know anything...

"Lady Triese?" Lurerre interjected, after a particularly lengthy stare at an old conversation surrounding the incident on the train that Lan didn't like talking about. "You've been quiet. May I recommend doing something else today?" She paused. "I hate to admit it, but I don't believe that further BugFrag research will bare any fruit, for now. I am worried that if you resort to more volatile substances-"

A red square flashed on Triese's PET for a second, though she didn't notice it.

"Yeah, yeah, I knoooow," Triese sighed. "I mean, there's only so many inanimate objects that have meaningful differences to test, and I'm, like... I'm not going to throw things that are sentient at the bugs, that's just wrong!" She slammed her hand on the bedsheet in frustration, tilting her head back. "Are we really going to have to do something crazy to find an X-factor? I just feel like a kid glueing her toys together! The bugs aren't reacting at all!"

Another red square flashed in the bottom right. Triese always carried bugs in her PET, of course. She needed them to feed viruses. They never did anything when they were just being stored there, anyways.

"Lady Triese, there's no need to..." Lurerre began to protest, before giving up and trying to change the subject. "Why not... er... call Iris? Or something like that? I'm certain that she would like to, uh... hang out..."

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The data scuttled around like a bug, having festered ever since it connected to that broken, empty Net with not a single Navi left. It was filled with unrecognizeable data, only compatible with Triese's PET through some miracle of fate, it was truly a miracle that it didn't kill Lurerre on the spot just for existing there Fatal error at access0x000000

Before Triese could respond, a harsh noise emitted from her PET's speakers, startling her so badly that she launched backward into her headrest. The noise kept going, and in desperation, she slapped her PET face-down to muffle the noise. "Wh-what the-?! What is that?!" she shouted. "Lurerre?!"

"I-is there an error-?" Lurerre's muffled voice wondered. The noise changed pitch just as Lurerre dived deeper into the PET's internals; it wasn't often that she needed to manifest inside of the system memory rather than the homepage, but she hadn't noticed anything there, and they weren't connected to any network, so there was no other explanation for oh my God what the hell is that. "Wh-what is this...?!" Lurerre shouted, stunned when she materialized inside of the small, dark room only to find a jittery, flickering red mist covering everything. "Lady Triese, there appears to be a serious technical problem with the PET-"

Any attempt at problem solving was interjected by a buzzing noise coming from behind Triese in real life. She turned her head only to just barely catch a chatroom portal closing right behind her. "What-" was all she could get out before the same sound buzzed to her right, and then just in front of her, and all around her... "Why are portals opening?!"

She hesitated for a little too long. It wasn't like anything could have prepared her for a situation like this, and it all happened too quickly to really process, but maybe if she hadn't locked up out of some inexplicable fear, some irrational idea that she was going to fall asleep and find herself strapped at a table ~~again~~ because she wanted to know too much, then she could've bought herself a few more seconds. Instead, a portal opened up directly underneath her, right on top of her bed, that scooped her and her PET up and closed right behind her.

After the first few seconds of shock passed and Triese came to, she found herself hidden away in the trees just next to a park that she'd never seen before. Her pupils dilated from how much light was immediately beamed into her eyes. Not just natural light - neon lights as well, shimmering in the air to mimic a water fountain, or form a plaque on a nearby statue, or as part of the outer facade of some store named "BIG WAVE"-

"L-Lurerre?" Triese muttered to herself, rubbing the side of her head. Her PET was right next to her, no longer emitting the harsh noise but having had its display completely consumed by static. In a panic, Triese scooped up her PET, holding it close to her face. "Lurerre?! Are you there?! Please tell me you're there!" she whispered harshly.

"- - - -her- - - int- - - -re - - n- -," an incredibly distorted voice, still barely recognizable as Lurerre, said. "L-a- - - - j-a-c- - - - s-o-m- - - -e-r-e-"

She needed to find some place where she could actually talk to her Navi. Right! She could do that. Definitely! As soon as she... figured out where she was.

Slowly, she managed to right herself and dust herself off, jumping out of the trees once she was ready. She was lucky that there was no one else around, given that she probably looked like a horribly lost child right about now. She really... really had no idea where she was. At least it was pretty... and very well-kept. She got the distinct sense that this park had probably been renovated fairly recently, with how modern it looked.

saviior_exe

"Just us, darling." Her voice isn't very loud, and it shouldn't be heard over the sound of the casino, but it's all you can focus on. "Not many get the privilege of playing at my table."

She has a light lisp; her fangs affect her voice, and they glint in the light as her tongue flickers out to wet her lips. Serpentine idly plays with the roulette ball in her hand, rolling it over her fingers, humming softly. "Do you want a refreshment? You can relax, Enzan."

She says your name with a sort of purr, which seems uncharacteristic for her snake-like features. She doesn't hiss, but she does allure, and she looks at you like you are the whole universe. Like you have hung the stars and moon for her. Like she would do anything for you.

Her hand clicks; beside her a useless servant arrives- navi or human, it doesn't really matter- with a plate in their hand. When lowered, it reveals a small shot glass full of...something. But you know what it is, don't you? Like your focus bled into Serpentine, it now bleeds into her glass, as she takes it up in her hand- she doesn't even need it, what a waste.

"None for you?" She asks- she knows, of course. She knows what she's doing to you. You get the sense she likes it, and demands more of your pride to be played as bet on the table; lacking that, maybe it's your dignity she wants.

Cosmine

The moment Cometman entered Rockman's cyberspace, he scanned the room and then did a visible double take as his eyes landed on Rockman who was a head shorter than he expected. He knew these Megaman types were a bit on the shorter side but he remembered him seeming taller for some reason.

He chuckled good-naturedly at Rockman's apology.

"It's good to see you again, glad you're doing ok," he gave the blue guy a smirk and a flippant hand wave, "Eh, it wasn't that bad. We all made it out alive, didn't we?"

He caught himself. He needed to be more gentle, more!

"I'm really glad that we had friends that were able to help get us out of all that," his expression softened, "I was able to reach Ellen just in time and that's what's important."

He nodded to himself, then felt as though he'd been too vulnerable.

"But yeah! It all worked out in the end!" he gave his best, cheesiest grin, "We beat a baddy, learned a couple of things, and we got a rare chip out of it! Not bad, I'd say."

He ended with a satisfied smirk. He was getting better at this whole conversation thing. Usually he'd rely on Ellen to carry the momentum, but as this was his first time talking to a Navi by himself, well, at least he thought he was doing alright, all things considered.

scenegraph

Roll was momentarily stunned by the sheer amount of personal information being divulged to her. Listening to Meiru listen to her friends was one thing, but there were only two people in the world who talked to Roll like this, one-on-one. (Well, one person and one Navi.) For a moment, she had no idea what to say.

“Should I talk to him?” Rockman asked. “He knows I’m here, and all.”

“Maybe? But…” Netto had said it all to her. That meant something, didn’t it?

While she was pondering the enormity of the messages in front of her, Rockman wrote,
[MSG: ] I don’t think my Netto-kun thinks of you as a ‘good soldier’, exactly…
[MSG: ] After you two met up in your apartment, I don’t think I ever heard anything like that from him.

(If anything, Netto-kun was the one who was too much of a 'good soldier', or who at least pretended to be. It felt strange to see Netto-san refer to himself that way.)

That brought to Rockman’s mind the strangeness with Rockman-san in the computer, and how rapidly things had fallen apart afterward. They’d talked to Rockman-san after that, but they’d never set the record straight with Netto-san. It felt like a major oversight, now.

In the meantime, though, Roll was carefully feeling a message of her own out.

[MSG: ] It… isn’t the tournament that Meiru-chan feels she can’t talk to you over, really. This started a long time ago, now.

Though it certainly hadn’t helped his case any. But Netto was clearly remorseful about it all, even when Roll was fairly certain half of that ‘crazy’ behavior hadn’t entirely been his fault. And if he'd just been preoccupied the times before, that explained a lot...

So she continued,
[MSG: ] But at the same time, that was all a long time ago, right?
[MSG: ] Meiru-chan’s making her own path toward moving on and setting things right, after what happened because of the rescue mission. So maybe we shouldn’t feel all awkward around you anymore, either.
[MSG: ] You seem really different from our Netto, but that’s not a problem for Meiru-chan with Netto-chan or Netto-ko. So it shouldn’t be a problem with Meiru-chan and you!

Really, the things that felt strangest to Roll were nothing to do with her and Meiru personally any longer—the way he’d made Mel feel, the way Netto-chan didn’t want anything to do with him.

[MSG: ] …Though, a lot of our friends seem ill-at-ease around you, too. So I wonder if she just feels as if she’s picked a side, by being friends with Netto-chan and Mel-chan…

She was still typing, this time about Netto’s opening line, when she noticed that the piano music had stopped. Meiru was probably getting herself a cup of tea, getting ready to settle in for the evening…

[MSG: ] Wanna see if Meiru-chan wants to talk about it? She just finished her piano practice for the night. ( ܸ.ˬ.ܸ)

(Roll figured it was better for Netto to ask than for Meiru to walk back in and discover she’d gone and messaged him on a whim. That was kinda weird.)

saviior_exe

Netto blew out an unexpected held breath. He would have to forward the apology, once Rockman was - well. Whenever he would be done hanging out with Blues. And Roll was right on the nose- which mirrored their own, honestly. Meiru and Roll had always been so damn smart, and Netto was too dense to realize that until long after they lived far away.

[MSG ] I think you're probably right
[MSG ] I mean, like. Not to defend myself too much here
[MSG ] But everyone met me under a really bad circumstance, lol

Netto ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out his next words. What was too much? She was a navi, and she wasn't necessarily a friend. But that also meant he had very little to lose by saying "too much".

[MSG ] You can only be so well adjusted under stress when your brother and your friends get chewed up and spit out, you know?
[MSG ] And all of that happening when I got on leave for the first time in years. Basically I mean, like, you're right, I think. I'd like to think you're right.

He shuffled, sighed, wishing this conversation was not happening over a text message. He was a bad texter- Laika and Enzan had a lighthearted hatred of their groupchat, because Netto constantly left cryptic messages in it. He just wasn't very good at texting!

[MSG ] And I think the other-mes think I'm like- perfect.
[MSG ] I'm what they should have turned into. A good son, a good friend, a good soldier.

Yeah, maybe this was too much. But now he was going and he really suddenly couldn't stop, just like when he was talking to that Rockman.

[MSG ] But like- there's a lot they don't even know. They just assumed that from duress and the way I look. I get it, I don't begrudge them, but- it's not my fault? I guess? It's not my fault all of that awfulness from my world spilled out into everyone else. It's not my fault anyone got infected with my awfulness or whatever.

There was a longer pause between messages. Netto had gotten up, despite his body's protest, to lean against the windows overlooking the view he'd been so obsessed with when he got the place. Felt like he barely looked out of them anymore. Then, in rapid fire:

[MSG ] And like, your poor operator had to see me going fucking crazy.
[MSG ] Pardon the language.
[MSG ] I just think it's apt.
[MSG ] Like I said. I didn't mean for all that to - infect everyone else. It's not my fault. But I guess- I guess, with all the people in that chat and all, we've all seen all this shit. I must look like an enemy anyway. And I don't do myself any favors, with my stupid little outbursts.

Netto tapped his foot, and ran a hand through his hair again.

[MSG ] It's hard to reach out when you're already on the back-foot. So, I guess- um. I appreciate you reaching out ahead of me.

Role

Enzan clicks his tongue between his teeth in irritation. He can't help but feel exposed like this, under those slitted eyes. More distressing than the confusion of being here, is the paranoia that she knows how he feels.

"Never been more at home," he lies, with a vicious grin.

Though he's not a gambler, he's used the chips enough to know how to look competent with them. He knows how to ruffle them, how to place his bets, and how to hold a steely facade.

"Are we waiting for other players? Or can I get my hand?" Enzan asks impatiently. The quicker he plays, the quicker he can move on from this.

scenegraph

It didn’t seem to Roll that Enzan was being ‘a dick’, just that he had probably expected more out of them as his partners in the Net Saviors. (It didn’t even occur to her that Netto would be referring to the one from his world, who’d been nothing but courteous both times they’d been in contact.) But this time she was the one distracted by Netto’s explanation of Rockman’s ‘encounter’ while she was still typing her reply.

Abandoning the conversation for a moment, she whirled around to face him. “Wait, what does he mean ‘out of hand’?”

“Well, uh, yeah,” Rockman explained. “It’s like Netto-san says. Rockman-san has… been through a lot.”

Roll made a face; she could tell Rockman was trying to cover for something.

“He lost control of Beast Out,” Rockman finally told her, and her face relaxed. “I hope he knows that I’m not… upset, or offended, or anything.” Of course it had been something like that. “Talking to Netto-san really helped me get it a little better.”

[MSG: ] Rockman says to tell him “apology accepted!” And he said talking to you about it really helped!

And then things circled back around to why they were having this chat in the first place. Roll was a bit lost as to what to do. “I think you ought to be honest with him, Roll-chan,” Rockman advised her.

[MSG: ] Well, the truth is, I just wanted to get to know you a little better! ^_^
[MSG: ] You and my Operator didn’t seem to click, and the same goes for some of the other people she’s gotten to know from the chatroom. But you were so kind to Rockman.
[MSG: ] So, I started wondering, maybe you all just started off on the wrong foot?
[MSG: ] And I kinda, well, decided to say hi for myself and see.
[MSG: ] I know it’s weird, but
[MSG: ] I dunno! (,,>﹏<,,)

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