Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 24, 2008 14:17:46 GMT -4
A storm of impossible origins they were calling it. Roughly five hours prior, just as the sun had been setting a magnificent and unexplained burst of power had rippled across the sky. Like a shot in the dark it had struck out and scorched a thousand homes and killed a hundred people. Shortly after as the sun set and darkness took the world a fireworks displayed of unparalleled magnitude took to the sky and after knocking the entire cities power grid out during one mighty burst it had been the only light to dominate the city. Strange colors took shape, burning bright white like lightning at first though rain never would come and eventually working its way through the spectrum of yellow, orange, red and then once more back to white. In this world where none were connected and a supernatural force held the land some stayed hunkered down in their homes, others exploited the opportunities such a rare occasion presented and still more gathered in places of kinship to ride the worst out together. At the center of it all stood a mighty tower of man, a sleek and stylish spear reaching toward the realm of gods, a black construction with nearly opaque panes to keep viewers out and secrets in and an air that said it had many secrets to hide.
On many floors it appeared to be nothing more than what it claimed, a typical office building in the depths of Tokyo. Yet on some floors there were advanced technology belying its true nature, still for the most part had a random passerby seen many of these items they still would not have guessed the true extent to which this “business” was not of its word. Deep below and yet far above sat a floor which no stairs could reach and no elevator could carry to, where only a special key and a turn of phrase, a unknown knowledge and gods own hand could take you. In this place of black secrets were magnificent constructions that would have made many a forward thinker fall in praise, knowing how far mans knowledge had come. Yet these achievements would never be the common mans, instead they would fulfill the sole wishes of those who had created them, forwarding only their goals and nobody else's.
Still, despite all there power the great majority of the constructions were currently dormant and black as everything else in the city. Still though a dim red light played over the area and several monitors rapidly displayed fast scrolling green and red letters, even a momentary glance could show that more and more of the incoming letters were red. Above these consoles figures draped in white coats stood watching with superhuman speed, some of them seemed apprehensive about what they were seeing, others excited but most showcased utter indifference, as if whatever stress would have floored most humans barely even touched their consciousness. Every few screens one of their hands would play across a keyboard and they might shoot each other a particular glance over the top of their construct or utter a few words but all was spartan, silent and all professional otherwise. A rapid succession of clicking began to build as something happened and then fifteen seconds into the sound which came off like a cascading stream all clicks stopped within a single moment. Several members stood up and looked around as if they intended to start walking but an elderly man in the center gave a wave and they stayed themselves. Afterwards he looked at a young girl next to him whose eyes continued to scroll across the screen before she finally turned her head to him and shook her head.
“Its no good, we programmed it's subconscious instincts and it is just to fast. Whenever it looks like we are going to find the source of the disturbance it fades into the darkness once more. I have found that the energy is being drawn off the central neural reactor though...we figured that but I have the proof now. Still without a cognitive disturbance source I cannot cut the flow.” she said mechanically.
“Even if hes-” he began but was cut short.
“It.” The girl spoke hastily.
“It...” the old man sounded perturbed, “is siphoning the energy off it wouldn't be this powerful, anyone can reroute energy, its like the energy has become its own.”
“I would have to agree, it seems the neural paths are synchronizing, as if it is being subconsciously recoded to respond to the Y-1 mental thoughts instead of our input into the Y-1. The backwash effect essentially but on a far greater scale.”
“Can the disturbance be traced to us? As much as I hate to admit it management won't be happy...”
“We can barely detect the fluctuations they happen so quickly. The evidence is there, the entire city can see it but the source can never be found.” The girl sounded as if she thought the old man should know this.
“Worst case scenario?” Showing no hint of acknowledging the girls obvious tone.
“Hard to say, depends where the energy is directed but you've seen the random lashing out it has caused, hundreds dead in a single strike. If full control was rested it wouldn't be good whatever the case. Still no matter what control it musters we still have class 10 containment measures, it would take hours of pounding the shielding from the generator to reach an event horizon and we would be able to shut off the generator using exterior means long before that point...” she sounded very sure of herself.
At 0200, exactly one hour after preventative measures were taken the massive structures walls began to shudder. At first minor shakes took the building but soon it was wobbling like glass jello in ways that shouldn't have been possible as an enormous amount of energy worked up the building, some of it coming off in visible red arcs. A mass evacuation was called and most of the structures employee would get out while meanwhile in the now empty secret room the screens were flashing bright red and all attempts at hacking the system were left laying about on the screens as if left in great urgency. High above the lightning that had been gracing the sky for hours began to pummel its canvas in angry and unthinkable scores as it took on a high crimson color that would never fade.
For a brief moment all machines in the city turned on and received copious amounts of energy, motors whirred and lights burned with the brightness of the sun before all exploded in a mass of glass. An invisible wave rippled across the city that had no effect on most structures but grew in strength and intensity as it closed on its target point. The wave wrapped a hangman's noose around the tower as a ball of red lightning formed above the structure and upon impact all movement in the tower stopped as it was bound by impossible pressure. The bottom windows shattered in an instant and the force worked its way up cracking stone and steel alike while showered hundreds of evacuees who thought that had escaped in deadly shrapnel. The force closed around the top of the structure and at that point the entire top three floors were pulverized into billions of small pieces that came down like rain from hell. All manner of people ran screaming from the destruction while the tower pulsed with an invisible red energy that normal humans would not be able to see even though most of these employees could, it matched in color to the odd electrical burst but was of a far more supernatural aura.
From deep within power surged and in the blink of an eye more fractures struck the building and sent debris flying as something worked its way upwards and out of the tower as powerful red waves followed it. A small structure of red light erupted from the top and beamed its power in every direction while the building pulsed with growing explosiveness. What seemed like six mighty wings made of energy extended from the dots back for the moment it was visible before it struck off into the night sky. With the regulating source pulled from it the energy in the building had nowhere to go and much like the wave had wrapped around the building a new force expanded from it. The energy rippled downward and tore through every floor as if it was made of paper, shredding years of work and countless dollars in the blink of an eye. When it hit the ground it exploded outward but faded quickly with no route to travel and it just died where it had started. The building was not so kind though as it kicked up mass plumes of dust and dirt and killed or injured those who had still not escaped the blast radius. Eventually though the building would come to rest and its deadly inhabitant would pose no more threat for the night.
As the energy being had struck out across the sky it had left several “burns” if it came to close to the ground, luckily unlike the rest of the events of the night these did not prove fatal and only one injury occurred though several fires were started. Within the hour it disappeared though and while it left its mark in the process most of the incidents were contained and quickly dealt with. As soon as the energy in the building had been wasted the cities energy supply came right back online and with the amenities many had not realized they relied on and the light of day back calm gripped the city once more, the night almost forgotten as little more than a giant storm. Still a mass of military guards and vehicles had arrived in the city early that morning as if more was going on than they let on. They split up in the morning light and began piecing through the city in obvious search for something.
One of these soldier filled convoys rumbled down a central street at this very moment as thousands of people made their way to work. A young man clothed in an all white dress suit stormed through the city streets ranting out loud and causing everyone to watch. Most of it was nonsensical but a few parts were normal.
“STOLE MY FROOT-LOOPS!!!”
Yes that’s right somebody had stolen his froot-loops and good god he was going to get them back. Now what did a bowl of froot-loops look like again? He looked around at the people who just happened to be in his general vicinity, there were some street vendors setting up, there were some people scattering to other places of work and a bunch of soldier looking folk as well. He happened to be passing a bakery and turned his back just as a bunch of soldiers passed by.
“Mmmmmm bagel...”
Jager began to walk inside when he stumbled on top of a bit of concrete gravel on the ground and fell over. Before he had done so though some of that debris had shot off across the room and crashed into a coffee machine in the bakery, the machine fell over and spilled burning hot coffee all over one of waitresses and she began to flail around as she screamed in pain, she ran into a set of tables in the process and knocked them over on to a little boy who had been holding a muffin which went flying from the force, the muffin hit a man in the face who was against the glass window of the bakery and went stumbling right through it crashing out into the street where many people fell in a domino effect before they noticed him. Seeing one lady drop a purse a would be thief made a go for it but was quickly knocked in the head by a passerby, he promptly drew a gun and a passing police officer drew his gun on the thief, when the thief tried to take a shot the police officer returned fire and knocked the gun right out of the mans hands. The ricocheting bullet shot up and hit the large hanging sign to the bakery which promptly fell to the ground and sent glass flying everywhere including back into the bakery. One employee had to jump to dodge a rather large piece and sent a tray of bagels flying through the air. It was at this point the bagels landed neatly in Jagers lap as he was standing back up.
“BAGELS!!!!”
Several minutes later Jager was walking in practiced march step down the street while chewing on one bagel and wearing the other on his head.
On many floors it appeared to be nothing more than what it claimed, a typical office building in the depths of Tokyo. Yet on some floors there were advanced technology belying its true nature, still for the most part had a random passerby seen many of these items they still would not have guessed the true extent to which this “business” was not of its word. Deep below and yet far above sat a floor which no stairs could reach and no elevator could carry to, where only a special key and a turn of phrase, a unknown knowledge and gods own hand could take you. In this place of black secrets were magnificent constructions that would have made many a forward thinker fall in praise, knowing how far mans knowledge had come. Yet these achievements would never be the common mans, instead they would fulfill the sole wishes of those who had created them, forwarding only their goals and nobody else's.
Still, despite all there power the great majority of the constructions were currently dormant and black as everything else in the city. Still though a dim red light played over the area and several monitors rapidly displayed fast scrolling green and red letters, even a momentary glance could show that more and more of the incoming letters were red. Above these consoles figures draped in white coats stood watching with superhuman speed, some of them seemed apprehensive about what they were seeing, others excited but most showcased utter indifference, as if whatever stress would have floored most humans barely even touched their consciousness. Every few screens one of their hands would play across a keyboard and they might shoot each other a particular glance over the top of their construct or utter a few words but all was spartan, silent and all professional otherwise. A rapid succession of clicking began to build as something happened and then fifteen seconds into the sound which came off like a cascading stream all clicks stopped within a single moment. Several members stood up and looked around as if they intended to start walking but an elderly man in the center gave a wave and they stayed themselves. Afterwards he looked at a young girl next to him whose eyes continued to scroll across the screen before she finally turned her head to him and shook her head.
“Its no good, we programmed it's subconscious instincts and it is just to fast. Whenever it looks like we are going to find the source of the disturbance it fades into the darkness once more. I have found that the energy is being drawn off the central neural reactor though...we figured that but I have the proof now. Still without a cognitive disturbance source I cannot cut the flow.” she said mechanically.
“Even if hes-” he began but was cut short.
“It.” The girl spoke hastily.
“It...” the old man sounded perturbed, “is siphoning the energy off it wouldn't be this powerful, anyone can reroute energy, its like the energy has become its own.”
“I would have to agree, it seems the neural paths are synchronizing, as if it is being subconsciously recoded to respond to the Y-1 mental thoughts instead of our input into the Y-1. The backwash effect essentially but on a far greater scale.”
“Can the disturbance be traced to us? As much as I hate to admit it management won't be happy...”
“We can barely detect the fluctuations they happen so quickly. The evidence is there, the entire city can see it but the source can never be found.” The girl sounded as if she thought the old man should know this.
“Worst case scenario?” Showing no hint of acknowledging the girls obvious tone.
“Hard to say, depends where the energy is directed but you've seen the random lashing out it has caused, hundreds dead in a single strike. If full control was rested it wouldn't be good whatever the case. Still no matter what control it musters we still have class 10 containment measures, it would take hours of pounding the shielding from the generator to reach an event horizon and we would be able to shut off the generator using exterior means long before that point...” she sounded very sure of herself.
At 0200, exactly one hour after preventative measures were taken the massive structures walls began to shudder. At first minor shakes took the building but soon it was wobbling like glass jello in ways that shouldn't have been possible as an enormous amount of energy worked up the building, some of it coming off in visible red arcs. A mass evacuation was called and most of the structures employee would get out while meanwhile in the now empty secret room the screens were flashing bright red and all attempts at hacking the system were left laying about on the screens as if left in great urgency. High above the lightning that had been gracing the sky for hours began to pummel its canvas in angry and unthinkable scores as it took on a high crimson color that would never fade.
For a brief moment all machines in the city turned on and received copious amounts of energy, motors whirred and lights burned with the brightness of the sun before all exploded in a mass of glass. An invisible wave rippled across the city that had no effect on most structures but grew in strength and intensity as it closed on its target point. The wave wrapped a hangman's noose around the tower as a ball of red lightning formed above the structure and upon impact all movement in the tower stopped as it was bound by impossible pressure. The bottom windows shattered in an instant and the force worked its way up cracking stone and steel alike while showered hundreds of evacuees who thought that had escaped in deadly shrapnel. The force closed around the top of the structure and at that point the entire top three floors were pulverized into billions of small pieces that came down like rain from hell. All manner of people ran screaming from the destruction while the tower pulsed with an invisible red energy that normal humans would not be able to see even though most of these employees could, it matched in color to the odd electrical burst but was of a far more supernatural aura.
From deep within power surged and in the blink of an eye more fractures struck the building and sent debris flying as something worked its way upwards and out of the tower as powerful red waves followed it. A small structure of red light erupted from the top and beamed its power in every direction while the building pulsed with growing explosiveness. What seemed like six mighty wings made of energy extended from the dots back for the moment it was visible before it struck off into the night sky. With the regulating source pulled from it the energy in the building had nowhere to go and much like the wave had wrapped around the building a new force expanded from it. The energy rippled downward and tore through every floor as if it was made of paper, shredding years of work and countless dollars in the blink of an eye. When it hit the ground it exploded outward but faded quickly with no route to travel and it just died where it had started. The building was not so kind though as it kicked up mass plumes of dust and dirt and killed or injured those who had still not escaped the blast radius. Eventually though the building would come to rest and its deadly inhabitant would pose no more threat for the night.
As the energy being had struck out across the sky it had left several “burns” if it came to close to the ground, luckily unlike the rest of the events of the night these did not prove fatal and only one injury occurred though several fires were started. Within the hour it disappeared though and while it left its mark in the process most of the incidents were contained and quickly dealt with. As soon as the energy in the building had been wasted the cities energy supply came right back online and with the amenities many had not realized they relied on and the light of day back calm gripped the city once more, the night almost forgotten as little more than a giant storm. Still a mass of military guards and vehicles had arrived in the city early that morning as if more was going on than they let on. They split up in the morning light and began piecing through the city in obvious search for something.
One of these soldier filled convoys rumbled down a central street at this very moment as thousands of people made their way to work. A young man clothed in an all white dress suit stormed through the city streets ranting out loud and causing everyone to watch. Most of it was nonsensical but a few parts were normal.
“STOLE MY FROOT-LOOPS!!!”
Yes that’s right somebody had stolen his froot-loops and good god he was going to get them back. Now what did a bowl of froot-loops look like again? He looked around at the people who just happened to be in his general vicinity, there were some street vendors setting up, there were some people scattering to other places of work and a bunch of soldier looking folk as well. He happened to be passing a bakery and turned his back just as a bunch of soldiers passed by.
“Mmmmmm bagel...”
Jager began to walk inside when he stumbled on top of a bit of concrete gravel on the ground and fell over. Before he had done so though some of that debris had shot off across the room and crashed into a coffee machine in the bakery, the machine fell over and spilled burning hot coffee all over one of waitresses and she began to flail around as she screamed in pain, she ran into a set of tables in the process and knocked them over on to a little boy who had been holding a muffin which went flying from the force, the muffin hit a man in the face who was against the glass window of the bakery and went stumbling right through it crashing out into the street where many people fell in a domino effect before they noticed him. Seeing one lady drop a purse a would be thief made a go for it but was quickly knocked in the head by a passerby, he promptly drew a gun and a passing police officer drew his gun on the thief, when the thief tried to take a shot the police officer returned fire and knocked the gun right out of the mans hands. The ricocheting bullet shot up and hit the large hanging sign to the bakery which promptly fell to the ground and sent glass flying everywhere including back into the bakery. One employee had to jump to dodge a rather large piece and sent a tray of bagels flying through the air. It was at this point the bagels landed neatly in Jagers lap as he was standing back up.
“BAGELS!!!!”
Several minutes later Jager was walking in practiced march step down the street while chewing on one bagel and wearing the other on his head.
And no they did not notice/pay attention to Nekomi.