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[noasark]

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<DISASTERLEO>

[fandisservice]

Undesirables, is it? Having trouble with riff-raff already?

I have a question for you. Are you planning on continuing to look into the tech in this dump?

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Consider it a precaution.

And as a matter of fact yes; I'll be working with a few others who have already begun to make some slight progress.

[....Well at least he took initiative.]

<magickaito>

[whiteofcrime]

So the help I needed was this:

I've got a problem I need to solve and it comes with a bunch of keywords that I can't work out.
I'm pretty sure that it's related to alchemy somehow
but I don't know anything about the subject.

First of all though: do you know anything about Roman gods? That's kind of important.

<GREATFLOOD> GOD COMPLEXES...

[noasark]

Roman gods?

[Now THAT is a topic he isn't forgetting any time soon.] Absolutely. You could say deities were one of my main studies of choice.

[fromthefog]

[The wind that meets Noa Kaiba is one of opposing forces -- both calm and fierce, warm and cold. The whispers that accompany it are equally as divided, with some sounding soft and reassuring, while others voice harsh threats. But when the god's voice chimes in, it remains neutral, neither angry nor welcoming. She speaks from behind, close to the boy's ear.]

My faithful pet. You have served Me well and grown stronger since I brought you here. But your faith wavers, and you are not fully devoted to Me.

and now I realize I do not have a proper fear icon, welp

[noasark]

[WELL FUCK

Suffice to say it takes him more than a bit to answer-and somehow it feels like when he faced his father at his worst. He made a deal with the devil-a deal it's too late to back out of.

And now the 'Devil' has come to collect.]

...What do you want from me? [he finally manages, and as much as he'd give anything to sound confident in these moments he sounds as fragile as the child he properly is.]

What could I possibly do for you?

[Action] Backdated to Late June Fog

[chosenofthunder]

[Well into the fog and squeezed at Noa's bedside is Touya in the shape that the fog makes him into. He's clearly not that good at doing all-nighters, but there's no danger in Dyster, especially with the kind of care the citizens give to the 'honored ones'.

But even in his fog form, there's much less bulk on him than usual, accentuated by the visibly thinner fur along his protruding bones. His ears are still sharp though, he's prepared to wake up at the slightest noise.]

[noasark]

[That 'something' is a slight groan from the snake-everything hurts. Everything-between bizarre hand-like growths that have come in on his back, and overacting venom glands, he's in absolute agony.

His eyes are just fine however, and he can see how Touya looks-between the loss of mass and the emphasis on the bones, he cannot help but pull a face.]

...Guh...you actually starved yourself sitting here..? [He rasps, not entirely aware of where he even is.]

..you really are a fool, aren't you...

<enpawnsant> Backdated to Before Parasite Surgeries

[hearthebell]

Hey, Noa? I was thinking that it's been awhile since we've seen each other. Roommates should have regular meetings, shouldn't they?

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

[In the middle of packing as he is, this message absolutely catches him off guard.

...W h a t.]

While some would say 'yes', this seems rather odd coming from you.

Last I recall, socializing wasn't something you were interested in.

<epitaph> you know, where shisui decides to check out this nahash entity anyways

[eyecanfixthat]

In response to your ad with regards to information about how one gets to Ryslig and 'what must be done to do their part':

I'm new. What must I need to know besides what's in the welcome packet from Liewen Laboratories?

[ He's calling it what it is: an ad. ]

<NAHASH> fun fact this name references the legged serpent of eden :'D

[noasark]

Liewen Laboratories is a strictly neutral operation.

What must be known concerns the deities which bring us here.

How cruel, to call it an ad!

What I bring is the information on the war we have been chosen for.

<oliver>

[catphishing]

If you still need someone part time let me know.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

I welcome the offer!

We're unfortunately quite understaffed.

I would recommend preparing a fairy ring once you're able again, in that case however; it's quite a commute otherwise, and we can't really just ask a bus to come out this way.

< EHeroJ >

[gentle_darkness_duelist]

What kind of research on the gods are we doing?

Also don't put my name down as an employee if you can.

- Judai

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

If you're so much as seen at the building, I'm going to have to put you down.

In any case the off-record focus is to figure out how Liewen stole power from the Fog for the purposes of creating the 4th God. You, myself, and one other should be meeting together shortly to do some off-books research on that matter.

This is strictly confidential however, especially once we get more employees beyond Amanda; at the moment, she herself is also a devotee of the Fog. Once we get non-fog followers involved, you can imagine how much more difficult it will be to keep from focusing on rebalancing the scales.

[action]

[chosenofthunder]

[Knock knock. Quite literally, it's Touya standing at the glass door of the penthouse. Boy the werewolf sure looks upset, probably because of how the network's blowing up and the state of the peninsula in various locations.]

[noasark]

[Unsurprising. He's sat out of it himself, but seeing anyone he's close to like that...well. It can't sit well, and he opens the door to let the other in, the fog forms clashing with the order of the home.] ...I've drawn the pool, if you feel a soak might help your nerves, [he says knowingly.]

< EHeroJ >

[gentle_darkness_duelist]

Where is Touya?

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Grounded.

<ghostprince> [1/2; the super long, detailed explanation]

[shootaro]

If I had merely changed my mind about my stance, I would've brought Serperior. Do you have any idea how lonely it was to go back to zero when I had just started to make friends? I was in a foul mood all the time, but I didn't want to risk hurting them.

It simply didn't ocur to me that my Ghost Types could bear this place better than the rest until recently. I'd imagine this is tamer than the spirit world.

At any rate, my reason for bringing Lampent here was to use against someone. If standard weapons could take its place, I would have opted for those, but my target would have enjoyed any attack intended to cause pain. It also needed to be something I am proficient in using rather than a new skill... it was a matter of life or death, not simply for myself, but countless others too.

<ghostprince> [2/2]

[shootaro]

And if you simply MUST know, why I didn't subtly ask Touya about Squirt...

I have no excuse except that I did not know how.

[Social awkwardness is his excuse.]

<ANONYMOUS>

[godofthemachine]

I saw you on that child's post on the network. Who are you and what are you?

[Yes, the "having the ability to end the world but choosing not to" struck him in a way where he had to investigate. A military computer. Just like him. (And if AM knew that he lost that job to another military computer, he would be quite angry.)]

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Noa Kaiba.

And at the moment, a manticore~ But I'm rather certain you're not interested in that.

You'll need to be a little more specific though. You know by this point that I was at one point a military supercomputer-but how much more to that do you want me to say?

[He tends to not go into the details at whim, see.]

<0100000101001101>

[godofthemachine]

You. I need to talk to you about Amanda Young.

[noasark]

On this?

We're working how much in person now?

Fine, what is it.

< SHARKATTACK >

[showyouthesight]

if you think i'm going to hang out with a bunch of followers while the fog is on the fritz, you've got another thing coming. you guys are volatile at the best of times

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

A bunch? I hardly think

[There is an awkward pause between that message and the next, as if he was bumped onto the send button mid-way to double checking something.]

Aah.

Hmm. Yes, calling a full meeting between the entire department and directors becomes unfortunate when alliance is factored in.

You'll have to forgive me; I hadn't realized Lucas would be starting that swiftly. [That, sadly, had been the area of AM and Amanda to decide after all.]

This does put things in an awkward position, doesn't it. I can't see Lucas caring much from what I know from the interview, and I have AM under control, but I can't see Amanda appreciating it if you skip out...

[The way he trails off however, does at least imply he's not about to insist on sending Rin forward though- no, he's definitely re-thinking this.]

<LCerberus> | 07/20

[1019]

Hey, boss

[He... fuckin' hates typing that, but whatever.

It's not... like it's typed without irony.]

I don't give a damn if he's the director.
You keep me the fuck AWAY from AM.
I'll do my own and bigger shit without him.
You want any major thing done then hell, field it to me one on one
I could do better than he could anyway, TRUST me.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Should I take a guess at what happened recently, or ask for clarification on what made you send the message Now rather than Earlier?

I can divert Some things I cannot divert ALL things, on that note, he's unfortunately going to still be head of that department after all.

< taesan >

[taedofthisshit]

ALL MY SAMPLES HAVE SPOILED
THE ENTIRE LAB HAS BEEN CURSED BY THAT NONSENSE THAT CAME WITH THE FOG'S TANTRUM

Also like four of my researchers are dead thanks to that damned murder game thing on the TV.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Explain.

Also- how on earth did that happen? Shouldn't they have been spat out when someone sacrificed them or similar?

<LCerberus>

[1019]

If AM and Amanda try to get me fired then shoot them down.

[I - excuse me?

...Are... you the boss here?]

Or lie and keep my work top-secret or whatever.
Political argument I don't exactly wanna lose my job over.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

[Noa stares at the message, and stares at the network,]

My! Amanda too? I'd hope she can stand above that. (She doesn't have that power over you on that note, so don't worry about her)

If AM tries to get you fired over this I'll rehire you over here- two can play the game of that sort of pettiness. Besides, it shouldn't be too hard to mirror that kind of work space...

On that note congratulations, I'm assuming this has something to do with the 'Haze' business? It's the most recent 'political matter' I've seen, and a nice change of pace.

Action - Labs

[godofthemachine]

[So guess who found out about Noa's little charade? And guess who is storming into Noa's office?]

Noa! A word, please.

[He almost shouts, but it's clear he's quite angry, slamming a hand down on his desk and gritting his teeth.]

oh boy

[noasark]

[Now Now Am, they 'agreed it was obvious'; technically, neither one said it was one way or another~

In any case.] Consider knocking perhaps? [He retorts dryly, unflinching in the face of rage.] Perhaps even an appointment?

10/01

[1019]

[HEYYY, YOU KNOW WHAT'S ALWAYS A GOOD IDEA???

...SENDING CHAIN LETTERS TO YOUR BOSS. CAN'T HELP IT! HE GOT TAGGED! HE'S GONNA GO IN THE NAME OF "IT'S FUNNY"!]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

[noasark]

[hah.]

really lucas

<11/11; crack of dawn>

[1019]

Just so you know, I'm quitting.
No 2 weeks notice bullshit or anything like that. I've been putting up with YOURS long enough

[...For what it's worth, that's more of a "general 'you'" than a "you in particular.

However, it would have been worded a... bit differently if there wasn't also a distinct element of "fuck you" in particular.]

I'm out of here and I'm taking MY fucking research notes with me.

Iiiiii'll assume that definitely means my question never got through on the pp then sob

[noasark]

[Ah. He'd suspected that would happen.

He's surprised it's this late. But...]

GREATFLOOD HAS SENT AN IMAGE. TO VIEW, TYPE 'MAP.BMP'

[Enclosed is a full map of the facilities. His own, in fact.

It also notes the security paths and cameras, among other things.]

Only yours?

I can't tell you what to do and what not to do- that's what a 'boss' does.

But if you hope to wreak some havoc before you leave, might I recommend a few extras on your way out?

The cameras will fail to record.

Just give me a date- and I'll give you my best. No longer being stifled by 'company policy' means you'll be doing far more than you could after all.

Unless...you would rather not, of course.

[He'd have said his apologies back then, and his fears. His worries for keeping a leash on the demon, so to speak. But he wouldn't have pushed- and he would have accepted the storm that ran to his doorstep in a rage.]

<baiseal-leaf>

[hantale]

Hey boss!

A guy I know reminded me about stuff I've been meaning to look into since learning about it. Do you know if the labs or expedition team have any record of the world outside of Ryslig.

Like, maps? Imagined drawings? Even folk tales about what lies on the other side of the mountains or the ocean?

This land is strange.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Oh we tried.

Believe me, we tried.

The world beyond the mountains was razed quite soundly by the fog god- our attempts to see for ourselves resulted in our powers waning until we were so fatigued that it was impossible to cope. Those of us there passed out- and were transported back within Ryslig, covered in...markings.

<marco>

[peccatore]

Noa.

[... He hopes he has the right number.]

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

[wh,]

Hello..?

[justbeingknife]

[ There's a small box for Noa, hand-delivered. What's in it?!

... Hmm. Hmmmmmmm. It's a rather lovely plant, well cared-for, likely in someone's greenhouse. The flowers are so fragrant! Cats love this. ]

I'm not sure what kinda green thumb you've got, but ya know what they say. It's nice to stop and smell the flowers every now and then. Hope you're doin' all right.
-Majima

< XIAO.XINGCHEN >

[daozhangs]

Hello. I'm looking for the cat called Noa? If this is he, my name is Xiao Xingchen, we met on my first day in this place. You gave me this device.

I wanted to thank you again for your generosity - I don't feel like I did so properly at the time. Is there a sort of tea you like, or anything else with which I might repay you?

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

[Oh- he didn't expect any thanks for the basics.

This is rather nice.] Ah- I do remember you. You were very polite, it made doing my work much easier frankly. It's harder to help someone who refuses to believe what you're saying after all.

There's no need for repayment though, as I said I was just doing my job. Though I won't say no to tea~

...Hm. It occurs to me that last character might translate awkwardly with text to speech. Sorry about that.

<a.dyer>

[ohmyscream]

A cat followed me home and has refused to leave.

He has claimed my bed? I can barely use it anyways. Too many limbs not enough room.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Ah. You've been adopted.

Congratulations. Should I get a cake?