Naoya Toudou
09 May 2012 @ 01:52 am
[The nightmares that had plagued him the last few days seemed to have stopped. His Persona powers had returned as well. This did make him more eager to fix his sword that was still in pieces, and unable to wield it himself, he turned to the tower for help.

The only problem, then, was understanding this complicated computer system. He could understand it in due time, of course, after all he went into programming for a reason, but he also came from 1996, an age where the internet was still unused to such a degree of the future his new friends talked to him about. Even just pressing the right buttons seemed like a new experience. He tilted his head, stroking his chin. What were all these HTML codes? Added in new versions? Did he really need to pick a color for the text he was writing? Well, when in Rome..or in the Tower...he didn't notice that he had accidentally turned on the video, however. Behold, a teenager, typing.]


Good evening.

My name is Naoya Toudou. If you find this hard to pronounce, a few American friends have nicknamed me 'Neo'.

It seems those of us who sponsored those stuck in the maze were struck with a series of nightmares. I was one of those affected. Moreover, those in the maze were inflicted with terrible punishments.

This Tower is trying to toy with us. Do not let it win.

I also have a request. I have a sword from my World, and would like to know if anyone is skilled enough to repair it. Thank you.


[If you continued to watch, you might realize that the video went on for a few minutes more, as he moved to his bed, maliciously putting in the proper clips for his gun before cranking it and turning on the safety mode. It was only when that time was up did he return, and realizing what he had done, stuck out his lips in mild annoyance, closing it.]
 
 
Sephiroth
09 May 2012 @ 10:56 pm
[The visage appearing over the video feed was...less than amused, honestly. MAKO green eyes framed with silver narrowed in growing consternation, as this particular user had been trying to make sense of this strange simulation for the last hour or so. With little luck, as this place damned sure wasn't his HQ field tent.

Not to mention that this thing in his hand certainly doesn't look like his PHS, there's a bloody collar around his neck (and for that, heads will roll, oh yes), his sword is nowhere to be found and some idiot considered it humorous to leave cryptic notes at the foot of his bunk... Needless to say, Sephiroth's temper with it was quickly evaporating.]


...I do not find this particularly amusing, gentlemen. We have work to be done, these pranks are better left for your celebrating at mission's completion.

[Granted, finding himself in a completely different place than the one in which he'd arrived the previous day did little to mollify his irritation, either. But, no matter the situation, a SOLDIER always kept a level head. ...most of the time.]

Fair! Strife! Report in, immediately!
 
 
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