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datadiving2023-10-29 11:48 am
stellartraitor) wrote in datadiving2023-10-29 11:48 am
fun with bomberman lore(tm)
[ Catchall for whatever this hybrid universe is where me and Sora smash our headcanons together like barbie dolls, and really isnt that what RP is all about ]
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Once the demon departs, leaving nothing behind to show for it but the wreckage of its violence, he speaks up again. ]
No real answers there, hm? We'd better collect all the data we can and review it later, before our oxygen runs out. [ It's not really in danger of doing so right now, but the less time they spend here the better. Who knows what else might be attracted to this place.
He floats forward and into the room proper, immediately attracted to the machinery. This is the part he clearly has experience with; he pauses to snap photos with his suit camera from as many angles as possible before prying the machines open, dismantling them with brutal efficiency. If they were in an oxygenated environment, where sound traveled, Shiro would be able to hear the whirring, hissing sounds of his suit's gauntlets reconfiguring themselves for the work of cracking open machinery. ]
I know most of these - they're industrial grade machinery for manufacturing or analysing material, [ he explains as he goes. ] What I'm looking for is internal data storage. If they were following standard protocol, they'd strip the machines and clean them out as they went, but they probably didn't have enough time to do more than just leave - if they left at all.
The computers are easy enough - just take the hard drives, leave the rest. They're modern models, so there shouldn't be a need for specialized hardware to read them.
[ He pauses in the middle of his lecture, lingering at one machine that burns with the embers of chaos energy. ] This one isn't industrial grade. Some kind of laser cutter, but not a model I'm familiar with...probably a custom build.
[ It looks fairly simple - a sturdy, clear box on a stand, and a laser cutter attached to a flexible arm within. A chunk of umbriolite sits in the case, a symbol of some sort half-burned into it. ]
Not sure what it was carving before it stopped, though. It's probably demon-related.
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(If his brain weren't fried from dealing with Dantalefor, he might dwell more on the fact that this was how things used to be, once upon a time.)
When Sirius calls attention to the laser cutter, he pauses what he's doing and drifts over to inspect. He murmurs:]
It looks similar to sigils that used to be on the elevator doors. Before Dantalefor broke out, I mean. No idea what they were for.
[He sounds a little dazed still.]
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Protection, then. Though it didn't do them much good. [ He leaves it alone, continuing his work.
More silence, then. ]
So what did it say to you? You look like you've been through zero-g turbulence.
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Dantalefor didn't know why the researchers summoned him here, other than that they wanted his power for something. Didn't seem particularly concerned about it, either. Guess no one was asking too many questions as long as both sides got what they wanted out of the deal.
[Yes. Extremely disturbing content. :|]
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[ Another pause. ]
You're holding out on me, aren't you? [ It's not accusatory, just....amused? He seems to find it funny. ]
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[Bomberman's not specifically denying the not-accusation, though.]
He also offered to..."transact" with me if I wanted to learn the truth, but I turned him down. Figured it would probably be in the reports from the computer lab.
[He hopes this now off-the-rails mission doesn't get dire enough for him to have even the barest of reasons to seek out Dantalefor again.
(Bel's hells, he can't even text Lilith now without feeling like it's going to get him tangled up in something with the demon. This is what he's most pissed about, honestly.)]
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He works as he talks, dismantling the equipment and taking only what he needs. He leaves the umbriolite deposits alone. Now that the demon is gone, he's breathing much easier. ]
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Assuming nothing else happens to make these two divorce a second time.Right now there's just Bomberman wondering how long this full explanation might take.]Well, Dantalefor mentioned offhand that the researchers here didn't have anyone with elemental Light powers. [Beat.] But...apparently you do.
[And Bomberman can sense the Light in Sirius now that Dantalefor is out of the picture and not muddling things up with either his demonic aura or his nosiness about his daughter's love life. It definitely hadn't been there before, not back when the two first met and not back when they reunited for this cursed mission. Sirius' Light seems to retain its characteristic prickliness (at least from Bomberman's viewpoint), but softer-edged and warmer than what Bomberman has experienced pulling on the element in its purest form. He could make some guesses as to why that might be, based on the bits of celestial knowledge he picked up in going up against the BHB Army, but really the primary question at hand is still what the actual fuck?]
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He looks down at his hands, as if he expects to see them glowing through his suit or something, but nothing has changed. ]
I did feel something when you bombed it, [ he says thoughtfully, keeping his hands moving once more. ] The Omni Cube reconfigured my body - I always thought something felt off, even when it was destroyed and no longer had a hold on me. Maybe that's it.
[ He's not one for idle speculation, though, but comparisons he has concrete evidence for, he can do. ] I don't know if it's the same thing, but something happens occasionally to people who grow up on space stations. We got a little...touched, is how they'd put it. It's easier for us to live in space than back on a planet - the gravity doesn't feel right, the air is too rich...We were lucky charms on space stations, though. If there was phenomena that could damage the station, we always knew about it first.
I thought it was just getting used to the environment. But I stopped feeling it when I started mastering the Omni Cube, and it never came back, even when my body healed.
[ He shrugs. ] Until now. Maybe they're connected.
[ He opens the door labeled R&D and promptly smacks it shut again like a startled cat, reflexively. He doesn't like the look of what's in there, it seems. ]
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...soooo bad news, or worse news?
[The snarky bomber we all know and love
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[ The room is what you might charitably call messy, or less charitably something of a bloodbath, of sorts. There were probably several separate people in here; there aren't several separate people now. They appear to have compressed into a mass that takes up part of the room. Mercifully, there are no signs of life or even movement.
Sirius props the door open and edges into the room, picking up what he can without going near the amalgamated horrorshow. ]
So, if I had to sum it up, bad news. It could be worse. [ It could be alive and trying to eat them. ]
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[Bomberman would agree it could definitely be worse...but this is still one of the worst things he's ever seen and he's seen Sthertoth up close. Maybe it's just that one can expect and accept that the Demon of the Dark would be an unholy abomination; maybe it's the fact that there's a decent chance that some of these victims were just innocents caught up in things (and someone like Shiro can have sympathy for even the wrongdoers). In any case, thank the Ancestrals for the vacuum of space and Bomberman's protective suit for rendering any lingering stench of copper and rot a complete non-issue.
He floats over and pauses by the R&D doorframe to survey the scene. Aside from the charitably-termed "mess," there are carved, sigil-marked pieces of umbriolite floating in the nonexistent gravity amidst faint clouds of white powder. Part of the floor beneath the mass of bodies shows some sort of design marked out in faded paint. Bomberman's no occultist — regardless of any knowledge handed over to him by a halfling friend — but he's seen enough horror movies to make a basic guess about the situation.
A trinity of tones sounds in Bomberman's skull. The vertigo-like feeling of crossed vision about his very existence strikes him again. In fleeting flashes, he sees the logic of how the glyph was supposed to direct Dantalefor's power, sees the moment that the logic failed the researchers, sees how the reservoir of power they were drawing on burned itself completely out after...]
Um. I'm. Going to finish stripping the processing area, first. I'll be back.
[There's a potentially-recognizable crackling to the edges of Bomberman's words that (probably) can't be attributed to any bandwidth or frequency limitations on their comms. He is fully intelligible this time, however.]
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Maybe the sigils are affecting you, [ he theorizes out loud, as he clinically moves from spot to spot to catalogue what he can. ] Better not spend too much time in here, then. Whatever that demon said to you might have shaken something loose.
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[Back to the computer he'd been trying to pry open. Unlike Sirius, Bomberman has been working considerably slower in digging out hard drives, given that this is not something he usually does and he lacks specialized tools. All he has at hand are small screwdrivers for emergency repairs for his suit. Thankfully they do come in enough variety that he's been able to dismantle whatever he manages to get to.]
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So, maybe it was exposure. Or just hearing a demon's words. Either way...looks like it stayed with you a little.
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I didn't hear anything like that...
[He thinks back to his conversation with Dantalefor. Certainly the demon had some...oddities to his speech, even outside of his strange syntax, but for his own part, nothing that he could remember.]
Is it gone now?
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It's gone. Maybe it's just when you're talking to supernatural entities. [ His tone is a bit dry. ] I'd offer you some advice, but it looks like I don't have any for this situation.
I forgot I had this secondary account until just now
Wasn't expecting you to.
[Second try. He swings his feet up and plants them against the wall for additional leverage.]
If it's just when talking to demons or whatever, then you shouldn't have heard anything just now. Unless there's another one of those in there, but...I don't think there is.
[Despite its origins, the abomination in the R&D is cosmically inert as far as Bomberman can tell. All he can sense is Sirius' renewed Light.]
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Try hitting it on the side first. It's probably jammed.
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One kick to the computer case, two kicks, and then a third just because it feels good. This time Bomberman can get it to swing open on its hinges. He peers inside with his light.]
...Huh. This one's got umbriolite soldered to the motherboard.
[The computer didn't look like anything special from the outside...]
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[ He floats over to inspect it. He holds off on just going on mind-autopilot and dismantling it, though they'll have to do so eventually. ]
Just the motherboard? Or is there more inside?
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clearly it was all soldered with hellfire]Looks like there's bits all inside this thing, actually.
[Bomberman pulls himself aside to let The Master™ work. The umbriolite dotting the computer's innards are definitely the smallest bits they've seen so far, although still sporting legible etched sigils. The largest pieces seem to be attached to the hard drive, power supply, and fans. It's not a very elegant-looking set of upgrades.]
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[ He handles the parts delicately, easing them out of the casing one by one. There are small...flickers? Distortions in the shadows? Moments where the umbriolite seems to want to react to something, but it's quelled as soon as Sirius touches it. He doesn't seem to be aware of it at all. ]
Your base should have better equipment to analyse these. Unless you've got other plans. [ He doesn't sound at all unhappy with that idea. Or maybe he just wants to get one over on Jun, which is honestly the most understandable expression of spite he's ever had. ]
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But at present Bomberman can't quite retain or even fully understand the details of what he witnessed. The only thing he's pretty sure about is why the umbriolite within the computer's innards seem to wither away at Sirius' touch.
Well, he's also pretty sure that Sirius might be up to something.
But, like.
In a good way.
(He doesn't think then about why his stance on Sirius has suddenly shifted to assuming the best case scenario of the other man.)]
Do you have other plans? [There's a hint of a cheeky grin, a knowing wink when Bomberman asks this. He isn't sure what Sirius has in mind, but Sirius is the expert here, right?]
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Who knows. It might even convince your superiors to stop assigning you a messy job if we can turn it into a neat one.
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ten million years later as i figure out whether i want to make this another bomberman character