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Maltien
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(District Zero)
"...Ask, and you shall receive I guess," Jack said with a not so surprised tone. After seeing one door disappear, and magic gauntlets it was clear to say Jack had gotten over that amazing feeling. With a shrug of his shoulder he started to head outside to see if he could get a better view of where they all were. What he was introduced to was the sight of a large city as far as the eye's could see. Yet what had Jack attention at the moment wasn't the ever expanding city, but the sky. It was a unrealistic gray, and every now and then their was a random blotch like static appearing in numerous places.
"I may not remember much, but I know that's definitely not right," he spoke allowed mainly to himself as he continued to view the world around him. Was this his hometown? Was it anyone's hometown? With that thought in mind Jack realized their was no own else for miles in view besides everyone who had been in the parking garage.
"Huh," Jack suddenly felt something vibrating in his pockets breaking himself away from the ever growing list of things that didn't feel right. Reaching into his left pocket would reveal a small dark orange flip cell phone. With a questioning eyebrow he started to hear a multitude of other phones go of behind him most likely from the other people. Opening the phone revealed that he had a text message from an Mr. Anonymous.
"Alright I'll bite buddy," he spoke again to whoever Mr. Anonymous was. Opening the message he read the words allowed.
"Game? What Game? What the heck is a Fragmented, or a Static for that matter," Jack said a bit annoyed by the lack of explanation with the addition of even more confusion. Yet it then registered to him that the word kill was in the message. He paused temporarily before rereading the whole message again... were they really in danger? He looked up again trying to see if he could note anything hostile around them. Yet nothing out of the "ordinary" was around. Was this Mr. Anonymous just messing with them?
"Ugh... my brain hurts," Jack said finally seeming to have a small meltdown with all this information coming at him. It was then his head jerked up at the sound of something howling. Turning around to the source the teen squinted his eyes before they suddenly went wide. Right at the entrance of the parking lot was a unnatural phenomenon of static physically forming like the strange blotches in the sky. Yet this static started to grow taking form slowly into a 3D shape until it seemed to become a wolf. Jack's phone hit the ground as he found himself lost for words. A wolf made out of static was standing in front him... well he now knew what a Static was, and now he was sure they were all in danger.
"At least figure out which ones will be fun "Mirrors" rather then doing all that BORING "let me end your suffering nonsense"... its so boring to watch you play emo goddess," Rika shot back to Hoshiko before like clock work their cell phones went off... the Game was now in session which meant. All five listed Collector were suddenly engulfed in static teleporting them to Enix City wherever they would land was always random. Once they were gone Rika gave out one last mumbled complaint about having to wait while the greenhorn girl was allowed to go in the first round.
She truly hated them all, all the other Collectors why couldn't she just have all the "mice" to herself? The only ones who could answer that question in her warped opinion was REM, or Ren both of which no one knew how to directly contact. Maybe they could give her a fenced off area with her own Game Session so she never had to wait. She smiled at that idea if she ever did see Ren again she would have to ask that. Until then she would have to wait with the rest of these clowns.
"I wonder if that one interesting boy is gonna be in the Games again," she asked herself. Yes that particular boy who just wouldn't give up. A twisted grin surfaced at the thought of him. He had given her many a fun situation, and fights. He had made her feel truly alive more times then any other Fragmented had before. He played desperately which made him dangerous yet overtime he lost that deadly edged that had made her hunt him specifically. Her tail flicked about as the smile turned into the frown most likely if he was in the game again at this point he would most likely have lost even more of his edge.
"A girl can hope I guess."
"Ya definitely unnatural that's for sure," Jack responded still processing the whole "gauntlets appearing like magic" thing as the young girl observed him with a clear sense with horror if not intrigue. He seemed to finally snap out of it when other people started to test the supposed "stickers" summoning quite a few more strange items into the parking garage. Well then... how could this whole experience get any stranger? The answer would come in the sound of similarity as the same loud ringing sound announced the door... disappearing... again. For those who had been on the second floor this wasn't as shocking as it would be for those on the first floor. The massive door slowly disintegrated from existence revealing the outside world."Are you okay? That looked scary and really pretty. How did you do that?"
"...Ask, and you shall receive I guess," Jack said with a not so surprised tone. After seeing one door disappear, and magic gauntlets it was clear to say Jack had gotten over that amazing feeling. With a shrug of his shoulder he started to head outside to see if he could get a better view of where they all were. What he was introduced to was the sight of a large city as far as the eye's could see. Yet what had Jack attention at the moment wasn't the ever expanding city, but the sky. It was a unrealistic gray, and every now and then their was a random blotch like static appearing in numerous places.
"I may not remember much, but I know that's definitely not right," he spoke allowed mainly to himself as he continued to view the world around him. Was this his hometown? Was it anyone's hometown? With that thought in mind Jack realized their was no own else for miles in view besides everyone who had been in the parking garage.
RING RING RING
"Huh," Jack suddenly felt something vibrating in his pockets breaking himself away from the ever growing list of things that didn't feel right. Reaching into his left pocket would reveal a small dark orange flip cell phone. With a questioning eyebrow he started to hear a multitude of other phones go of behind him most likely from the other people. Opening the phone revealed that he had a text message from an Mr. Anonymous.
"Alright I'll bite buddy," he spoke again to whoever Mr. Anonymous was. Opening the message he read the words allowed.
From: Mr. Anonymous
Congratulations you have been selected to be apart of the new Game session. Now that all of you Fragmented have awakened the session has official started.
As such it will take a few, but soon the Static will awake so make sure to avoid them as best as possible, and only fight when forced to. Staying in groups is well recommend, but not to big or you will be easy prey for the Collectors as well. Watch out for them for they look just like you happy folks. The name of the Game is simple recover your memories, and survive each session. Not to hard right? Well as long as you don't get yourself trapped, or killed though trust while the Static will be easy to get away from the Collectors will not.
Well the Big Boss will be sending a message to you lucky folks to where your first memory is hidden so try to at least survive to that point, and I wish you all luck. Cause lets face it your going to need it.
Congratulations you have been selected to be apart of the new Game session. Now that all of you Fragmented have awakened the session has official started.
As such it will take a few, but soon the Static will awake so make sure to avoid them as best as possible, and only fight when forced to. Staying in groups is well recommend, but not to big or you will be easy prey for the Collectors as well. Watch out for them for they look just like you happy folks. The name of the Game is simple recover your memories, and survive each session. Not to hard right? Well as long as you don't get yourself trapped, or killed though trust while the Static will be easy to get away from the Collectors will not.
Well the Big Boss will be sending a message to you lucky folks to where your first memory is hidden so try to at least survive to that point, and I wish you all luck. Cause lets face it your going to need it.
"Game? What Game? What the heck is a Fragmented, or a Static for that matter," Jack said a bit annoyed by the lack of explanation with the addition of even more confusion. Yet it then registered to him that the word kill was in the message. He paused temporarily before rereading the whole message again... were they really in danger? He looked up again trying to see if he could note anything hostile around them. Yet nothing out of the "ordinary" was around. Was this Mr. Anonymous just messing with them?
"Ugh... my brain hurts," Jack said finally seeming to have a small meltdown with all this information coming at him. It was then his head jerked up at the sound of something howling. Turning around to the source the teen squinted his eyes before they suddenly went wide. Right at the entrance of the parking lot was a unnatural phenomenon of static physically forming like the strange blotches in the sky. Yet this static started to grow taking form slowly into a 3D shape until it seemed to become a wolf. Jack's phone hit the ground as he found himself lost for words. A wolf made out of static was standing in front him... well he now knew what a Static was, and now he was sure they were all in danger.
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(The Negative District)
"Hmph well your to quiet Ms. Zone Out," Rika growled back at Hoshiko before mumbling a weary good luck to that Lina girl. She had been around how long? Two Games maybe Rika stared at the TV's usually a reapers forth game decided their fate if they would last long, or die "young" in the field. Crossing her legs she surprising took Lina's advice, and decided to calm down a bit. Besides she would still get to see which Fragments would be worthy to chase later for the moment a Collector met up with a Fragmented, and fought it would appear on the TV screens."You... Are loud."
"At least figure out which ones will be fun "Mirrors" rather then doing all that BORING "let me end your suffering nonsense"... its so boring to watch you play emo goddess," Rika shot back to Hoshiko before like clock work their cell phones went off... the Game was now in session which meant. All five listed Collector were suddenly engulfed in static teleporting them to Enix City wherever they would land was always random. Once they were gone Rika gave out one last mumbled complaint about having to wait while the greenhorn girl was allowed to go in the first round.
She truly hated them all, all the other Collectors why couldn't she just have all the "mice" to herself? The only ones who could answer that question in her warped opinion was REM, or Ren both of which no one knew how to directly contact. Maybe they could give her a fenced off area with her own Game Session so she never had to wait. She smiled at that idea if she ever did see Ren again she would have to ask that. Until then she would have to wait with the rest of these clowns.
"I wonder if that one interesting boy is gonna be in the Games again," she asked herself. Yes that particular boy who just wouldn't give up. A twisted grin surfaced at the thought of him. He had given her many a fun situation, and fights. He had made her feel truly alive more times then any other Fragmented had before. He played desperately which made him dangerous yet overtime he lost that deadly edged that had made her hunt him specifically. Her tail flicked about as the smile turned into the frown most likely if he was in the game again at this point he would most likely have lost even more of his edge.
"A girl can hope I guess."