Where Are We Now? [open]

[neondragon7]

Deep within the bunker Jueda sat there. Tucked far away in a corner far away from all those who shared this bunker with him. Day in and day out he sat perfectly still and all who cast their gazes upon him only saw the dust of what they thought was an ancient relic of the past. Why shouldn't they? He left this world to deal with gods that only tormented them and returned... only to fail. His current vessel could not do things on a scale grand enough to help an entire people.

"Enough of this feeling sorry for myself... I have come down to the conclusion. I must rid myself of my own nightmares and help make this world better for those I abandoned."

Yes he'd find where Ivan had been sealed to and kill him, but he could not do much lounging about. It was after what seemed like forever that he slowly got up. The sounds of gears and mortars hummed as the machine slowly crept forth, but then it was everyone that saw this they were alarmed. What they all thought was some simple tool was now moving and possibly dangerous. They all readied their weapons. Jeuda took gaze upon all those around him.

"Mortals I have no desire to fight you."

There suddenly started a low hum and then moments later there was a flash and time had stoped. Nothing moved... nothing but Jeuda. He went around dismateling the weapons of all those around him and with a simple clap it all started up again. Everyone scrambled to realize the sudden change. There were those who regained their footing quickly and made efforts to attack. It was as if it was all plotted to Jeuda for every move they made he dodged. As magical as it all seemed the answer was actually a simple one, he was seeing the future.

[neondragon7]

Step... dash... twirl. Yes that was all that was needed to dodge the people in front of him. Then it showed... a machine for more capable then the goons who had little to no idea why they even were attacking him. He could also forsee something terrible. He would not be able to dodge the machine. A simple use of his weapon would be sufficient, but that would not scare of those who would be next to take their place. One of his seven divine moves would be needed to deal with this, but if he used it they would pay a price at the cost of his own greed. He readied his tail and on it glowed a purple light.

"When the third had come to pass the divine sound had reached the heavens. All was silent then the heavens shook. A star fell from heaven to Earth and landed in its waters the primordial source of all life and it's death the oceans turned black from the ash."

A large, nearly black sphere shot forth and passed through all in its path. It did nothing at first but then screams were heard as all it has touched quickly turned. Flesh became bone and bone became dust, metal and rock decayed becoming sand and rust. Time had been pushed forward. Jeuda looked at his vessel's tail for it had been damaged from conducting such a surge of energy. It would fix itself in no time but these lifes would not.

"They did not deserve this. They did what they thought was needed to protect themselves and each other... and I... selfishly ended it."

He got down to what were his knees and pressed his hands together in prayer. To whom would be a mystery for to whom would a god pray to?

"Please may your souls find a favorable end. I hope that you hold no grievances against me, but should you I shall carry them. For it is the job of gods to carry the burdens of man."

With that he got up and walked around. Through the now desolate halls of this bunker. Stoping only briefly he realized he was alone again. A god who had spent eons waiting all to himself just now felt lonely. Why? Why was that? He couldn't come up with an answer. Perhaps it was with his newfound resolve to go out and see the world. Without actually seeing it perhaps he deprived himself of something that he longed for.

[neondragon7]

The sound of his internal hums filled the empty corridors as his footsteps made clangs that were like notes added to a constant rhythm. The walls were littered with cobwebs and the floors dust. Evidence that these areas were none too used. Yes it appeared he'd be stuck in those halls with no one to pour his soul to. He was truly alone to the madness of his own thoughts. Normally such thoughts as finally killing Ivan would be the ones to cloud the surface, but now they were ones of boredom. Yes it was without a doubt that he was lonely... this blank that he felt at the depths of his being could now no longer be replaced with anything else but solitude. Something that could only be cured by the genuine companionship of another, but as far as he could tell there was no one there who would try to talk to him other than to say they'd try to kill him. Perhaps by expanding the range of what he could perceive he could reach out to those who were around him. There must have been someone there who would engage into peaceful dialog. He moved forth and into an old server room. It didn't appear to be used... too frequently, but enough so that the room was still operational. From his chest he pulled forth a cable and holding it near a port on the device its end changed into that of one that was compatible. Cramming it in he went almost dead silent even his internal parts seemed to stop their rhythmic humming. Then he started up again. It had been a long time since he had merged with a machine to experience the digital world even one of a closed system was a true feast for his senses. With in seconds his programming could reach that of the rest of bunker's for now he saw all through the eyes of cameras and his voice could be carried by speakers. He could not move his vessel while doing so, but as of then he was one with the bunker. He was hesitant to interact but at the same time he wanted to. For it was nearly every part of his being that told him to interact and by doing so, slay the loneliness that lurked within him. So it didn't take him log to make his voice known to all.

"Hello is anyone there? Does anyone have anything they'd like to say to me?"

It was odd to ask such things to people one did not know, but then again how else would one do so? How else did one break the tension of the awkward moment of talking to people they did not know over a subject that wasn't predetermined? One must for break the ice but as for such a large group of people one would only expect it'd be done in a strange way.

[neondragon7]

No reply, no... it appeared he only caused an uproar. For now everyone was in a frenzy trying to figure out who was hacking into their system. Jeuda locked the doors to the room he was in and sealed off a few emergency hatches leading up to it. He did not want to be painfully disassembled.

"Oh dear it appears I've only made things worse for myself. It appears I'll be alone here for quite some time.... Maybe this isn't the place for me. The people here are under strict orders which I don't think will make them particularly sociable."

It was true that a place like this was not a good place to meet friendly people. Who in the world actually went into a bunker to make friends that is unless they were playing a breakout game. But this wasn't a breakout game, for the people there had no desire or orders to leave. No it was more like a break-in game if such a thing existed. For now several people would do their best to make it to his location.