who's up for a Big O RPG!!!!!!!

The last reccored event...

"the event began the same as it always did... a man curropt with power or wishing to destroy the ones who are... the last was a man named Frugal... he wished to destroy all that had betrayed him and picked on him... he hated the people of paradigm like no other in that time... he owned a large bussness... it secialized in artifical intellegence.... or... were attempting to create such a thing... many mocked him and thougt that computors could never think...

it was the same when he was in school... he only had 1 friend... an outcast girl from japan who disliked many of the kids optimisum... they look at life the wrong way she always said... her name was yugi Ninskiv... her father was russian... her father too was a bit agienst how the governments work... but not as much as Yugi.
She never trust the MP and always tried to avoid conflict with them... Eventually Yugi and Frugal married and began the bissness that all mocked.

Frugal worked constantly getting closer and closer untill one day... they computor reacted back to a delete command... he hit recycle but the computor flashed uncount able 1s and 0 on teh screen and the file was restored... Frugal wondered if that wan't just a bug... after another year of work he got it to use english letters... he could speak back and forth... it could access the web by itself... and gather information...

But one day it was attacked by a another AI program... The computor conversed with it... and the attacker just decided to copy the data... it called itself omega.. and wished to meet it the programs creator...

The day after this happened the AI told frugal that this had happened... and eurged him to go...

Frugal went underground... quite afraid but knew he had too... mabey it could teach him more about AI... but what ever it was that was underground he thought... it had to have been very important... and somehow able to acccess computors with out such as a phone line or cable... when he found it... it was in a pileut the head of rubble... but the head of the thing still was able to communicate... it told him about the repeating event and wished him to sare the dream of... destroying all the curropt... but the only way to do this was himself to be rebuilt...

Being quite rich from paradigm co. buying and studing an earlier beta AI... he decided to find ones who could rebuild it... it took him only 2 months to find 4 scientists... each with certain skills... they agreed if they could get a copy of AI... it took a year to build... they... they even talked with omega... they were convinced that it was an ok cause... they were considared crazy for the thier theorys... they never liked many people either...

In this time... Frugal began began rasing a daughter... he never shared these secarets with her... and only little to his wife... he was planning to take them with him on the "jorney to freedom." After the year... everything was in place... he began to give signs to people that something big was coming... shape up or face non existance...teh scientists with thier technoigy began to make androids and cyborgs to get info on the streets for them... and to preseve infomation of thier past... although Frugal eventally wanted made an android... one that would kill any remaning unworthy life that would remember the day... and another that would take care of the ones who he wished to live...

they both had the same name signature... R.D. Red destiny was the one that killed.... and R.D. r dorothy was the other... dorothy was never finished.... only the blueprints remained... after the event...

And so the Frugal went on a rampage.... he didn't want to kill anyone yet... but he wanted to show them what they have become... until Omega took over... it connected it self with him and used his soul to pick and choose targets... it first went for gordan rosewater... head of paradigm co. Only then had Frugal relized that he was just being used to destroy all... thats not what e wanted... he only wanted to destroy the ones that he hated... not everyone...

before omega could get there.... a man by the name of roger smith... came in a black megadues... and they began an undescribable fight... one that would so mad it would be forgotten by the ones who didn't understand... roger smith was killed after heavily damaging omega... it could barly walk... then god woke up... as an end to all these events... he sent in his army... army of god... the ones that will clean up all unworthy... and droped out of omega... 3 crystals... the scentists took them and used thier creations to protect them from ever being used for omega agian... knwoing that these contained its soul... the soul of curroption... wanting to destroy all that had too much greed and darkness in thier hearts...

A few of the scientists became immortal from an acient formula found in the underground... Jefferson made his assiatant Voskov... immortal...althuogh voskov didn't want to... voskov... dewled the underground for years... searching it out and protecting the crystal... and all the ones who went worthy forgot...

few didn't.... Frugal seebach.... Gordan rosewater... Yugi Ninskiv... the surviving scientists... and a few of thier creations..."
_____end of the fanfic...continuing with the story_____even though that is part of it.....____


Schwarzwald: Oh my god... am... am i?
Alpha: Yes... you have been a reencarnate of Frugal... although god has mistaken him for dead at the end of teh event...
Schwarzwald: dorothy... she is a creationof the scientists?
Alpha: you met voskov earlyer...but he is dead now.. by an enchanted bullet from long in lost times...
Schwarzwald:......*sigh*... this... this is insaine... why? why are all these events happening...? what will happen?
Alpha: that is for you now record... soul of observation...and i suggest you leave now... if you have no more questions.
Schwarzwald: I... I have ne more... is... is Frugal still alive?
Alpha:..... yes.... but far..far down in the tunnels... he doesn't wish to be around anyone scence Yugi died... and his daughter ran away to her grandfather....
Schwarzwald:....ran away to her grandfather?
Alpha: yes... now known by her as... black forest...

:: Dorothy had given Roger a hug. He had returned, and eventually, they said goodnight and went to bed. ::


((( Such akward posts. Lemme know if I need to change something because I'm not good with morning-after things, even though thats not what really happened. Anyway... )))

:: She sat up in her bed, letting the sheets fall down her white night gown. The first thing that she noticed was her head. Her head hurt. It felt like it was going to explode or something. Her vision was slightly blurry and she had the worst taste in her mouth. ::

:: So, she showered and brushed her teeth, but her head still hurt. So, Dorothy took a look in the mirror. Split ends. Maybe they were causing the pain? And even if they weren't, boy, did they look aweful. She retrieved a pair of shiny silver scissors from the kitchen. Norman wasn't up yet, and if Roger ever got up at 12 am, he was ill. She snuck back into the bathroom, comb in her hand. Measuring perfectly, she cut off the uneven quarter to half inch that screwed her appearance. In the end, it looked great. However, her headache was still there and she didn't know how medicines and drugs would affect her new self. She couldn't ask either of the guys because they were asleep. She clutched her head in pain and sat on the end of her bed, whimpering. She screamed. Something was up. ::

Norman stared at the computer, reading through the various information contained on the first disk. He glanced at the trash can, where he had tossed the single piece of parchment earlier.

Norman made his way into the secret area where Big O was maintained. Glancing at the clock, Norman saw it was well after Midnight. He took the Parchment and unrolled it, reading what was written.

Berg...

This is your last chance. Do you accept my offer?

These disks might be very useful to you...and I hope you look through them before shrugging off this last chance for friendship.

There is something you must know about your dear Master, Roger Smith...

Sincerely,

Doctor Arumbeco Caelum

Norman angrily tore the letter in half, throwing it into the garbage.

'I will never help him...it was his fault we lost our memories...it was his fault I lost my eye...' the butler angrily thought. He then picked up the disk labelled "Dominus," intending to discard it as well. However...a strange urge overtook him...to know what was on this disk.

'Well...it can't hurt,' Norman thought, as he made his way over to his computer, inserting the disk into the disk drive as the Big O loomed over him.

As the flashbacks of only a few hours ago drifted out of his mind, Norman again focused on the information displayed on the computer screen.

The Megadues Project
Headed by Dr. Arumbeco Caelum, by order of the Rev. R. Rosewater.

'We found it buried deep in the Arctic Circle, near the South Magnetic Pole few miles away from the North Geographic Pole). It was huge, and he shape of a humanoid. It did not seem to be functional, and we had no idea who..or what...had left it there. It was obviously very ancient, and estimates put it as being about 2,500 years old. However, it was years more advanced than we were...

We kept it underwraps, and transported it to the first Dome in New York. Considering the state of the City (and of all Paradigm) following the Third World War, it could easily be mistaken as a relief transport, or parts for the new Dome slated for completion by 24 P.W.

We dubbed this find, 'Megadues,' and presented it to the Rev. Regis Rosewater, Regent of New York City.

He asked me a startling question...

"How much money would it cost to build something just like this, and how long would it take you?"

--The Journals of Major Roger Smith, Paradgim Armed Forces.

Norman pressed enter on his keyboard, and another entry appeared on the screen.

The Megadues Project
Headed by Dr. Arumbeco Caelum, by order of the Rev. R. Rosewater.

Dr. Caelum was a great help, and in 4 years we presented the Rev. Regis Rosewater our first Megadues, which we dubbed Archetype. We decided to branch away from the designs of the First, which I have come to call Alpha.

The Rev. Regis Rosewater unveiled the Archetype to the Paradigm Armed Forces during the Third Annual Armed Forces Expo. He then gave us a new order...to build Three Agents, one for land, one for sea, and one for air, based exactly on the designs of Alpha.

Dr. Caelum assembled his team of designers, and I was forced to wait on the sidelines. The Rev. Regis Rosewater said he had a new assignment for me...


--The Journals of Major Roger Smith, Paradigm Armed Forces.

::schwarzwald walks out of the room alpha was contained in... thinking about reincarnation and finas father being somewhere in these tunnels::

hmm... what should I do from here on? I have no megadues... I still don't know what omega can do... norwhat will happen if it does awaken...and to top it all off that man... Dr. Voskov... is dead....
should I see finas father... or her gandfather.... black forest... wait a minute... that german song... hmm... mabey... no... while im here i shoudl search the tunnels more... big omega is more important... and i may find her father... many mysteries to solve...

Fools…all of them…none of them understand the truth. Jefferson was the closest, but he is dead now, as is his assistant Voskov…all that remains of his legacy is Isaac the android. But this does not matter… For over three millennia now the cycle has continued…over and over and over again. It bores me to the point of death, but I cannot die…no, that would be far too easy.

All of them thought that they were the ones who built them. That they designed such powerful and marvelous machines. But they didn’t…I know who did…I know because I created both. I created Alpha and Omega. I know this because since all of these thousands of years I have yet to lose my memories, and I have no body that can fail me either. I am Alpha and Omega…

There is something that you must know of me. I lived in the beginning…before even the first Megadeus was created. I lived in a country called America…my town was small, not very becoming. But the school system was well funded and I received an excellent education. I had been set to attend a prominent college, majoring in Engineering. Alas that never happened, because during February of 2006, the year I was to graduate, it struck.

World War III. Nuclear annihilation…no one knew what to do…panic controlled the world…and then the bombs fell…I was lucky, I survived. But after that the question was how I would continue to survive. One nation lived, Japan. It gathered the survivors of the world, myself included, and began to forge a new world.

I was drafted into the most advanced robotics research program. I excelled here with no bounds. I single-handedly built the first android, and then the first cyborg, all before I was twenty-five. Amazing advancements took place in this time. And all the time Japan worked to cleanse the world and rebuild it for human habitation.

But as much as things change they also remain the same. So it was only natural for the people who settled outside of Japan to begin to resent the island. Conflicts and wars began, battles for independence. In 2015 I began construction of the very first Megadeus…

I’ll never forget the carnage it caused, the deaths, the obliteration…I vowed after this to stop these pointless wars anyway I could. So I left Japan and began to build Alpha and Omega. Even though they were the only other Megadeuses that I ever made they were amazingly advanced, it was as though the hand of God guided me…

Alpha was the first to be completed, I hadn’t even begun to construct Omega then. I was determined to use Alpha to purify the world. But it never responded to my commands. That is why I constructed Omega.

It was not their weapons, armor, or abilities that made these two Megadeuses great, it was the system that I designed into them. It was the Biological systems interface…a system that allowed the Megadeus to gain unprecedented strength from its pilot. From me…I would purify the world with Omega…

I had been planning on this, but then I began to have doubts. I saw people trying to make a difference, people trying to end the wars. This amused me, so I decided to join them for the time in order to prove my views that humans could not be changed. I rose quickly through their group and became a powerful supporter and close friend of their leader.

She was a beautiful woman, and I was amazed at how she refused to give up on the people. In the end this proved to be the very thing that gave her, no us, success. We managed to convince the warring groups into peace. Afterwards I settled down with her and we began a family. I hid Alpha and Omega away, in hopes that they would never need to be used.

Ten years later he found Omega. I will remember that day forever. He called himself Golgotha, and he wanted to become God. He killed my family…my wife, my daughter, only my son, Roger, survived. I vowed revenge and left Roger to in the care of a friend. I turned to Alpha, though it had shunned me so long before I needed it to save the world…

Alpha responded to me. It allowed me to pilot it. I began my many battles with Golgotha. These battles ragged across the surface of the planet. Everything in our way was crushed.

Before the final battle with Golgotha I used the Biological systems interface in Alpha to create a computer copy of myself within the Megadeus’s systems. This way, if my body failed me Alpha could continue the fight. But this proved to be unnecessary because in that battle I defeated Omega and killed Golgotha.

But this was not enough, I had to ensure that Omega could never be used again. So I entered its ruined cockpit and began to key in the self-destruct sequence. But Omega didn’t want to die…somehow through its Biological systems interface Omega became conscious. It used that same system to ‘download’ me. It literally removed my mind from my body and electronically stored it in its files.

I was helpless. Trapped within the beast… I was forced to watch the thousand Megadeus army descend upon this world and ‘reset’ it. I watched as Omega manipulated people through its Biological systems interface to rebuild itself and then pilot it. But Alpha was able to use the system in a similar way…it called out to be rebuilt like Omega and to be piloted, but unlike Omega it didn’t control. I saw my son, Roger, pilot Alpha through many battles to save people, and then he faced off against Omega.

It was a terrible battle…in Alpha my son managed to disable Omega, but it cost him his life…I was forced again to watch the thousand Megadeus army ‘reset’ the world. And so the cycle began to continue endlessly. Omega manipulated, Alpha called out, other Rogers saved the world and died, and then the world was ‘reset’.

It continued like this for three millennia at least. But eventually Omega formulated a plan. It resurrected Golgotha as an android. And tasked him with corrupting Alpha’s systems, turning it into another Omega…but unknown to Omega I managed to copy some of my programs into the Golgotha android. I believe that this managed to stop Omega’s plot.

Greater still was the advent of Jefferson. He managed to break the bindings of Omega, and after the ‘reset’ he remembered and worked to stop Omega’s resurrection. During this time I began to manipulate Omega’s Biological systems interface and used it to create and download myself into a new body.

But Omega had been ready for this, and it used this to its advantage, by turning me into Meggido… I had been Meggido when I had tried to purify the world, now I am him again…

But I must break free! For the sake of all who live in this world! If there is to be any hope of ending this cycle then it is now…hurry…

Words of mystery still ring in my ears though…Nightingales…I do not know their significance yet. But I will discover!

Hurry! I must break free!

In reality…

Meggido collapsed in the cockpit of Big Omega. “Truth…that is the truth? Is this the reality of Big Omega? Yes…I can feel the memories coming back! This is reality! I must stop this!” Meggido rose and slammed his hand onto the button to open Big Omega’s cockpit. It didn’t work…

Meggido yelled in pain as wires ripped from Big Omega and coiled themselves around him. The wires forced him to sit back in the chair and to place his hands back on the control sticks. Meggido would not give up, “I must show them the truth!”

:: Her head was killing her. Well, about 3 hours ago, her emotions were killing her. Now, it was physical pain. Maybe this is why women complained of childbirth. She threw a pillow in front of her face to stifle the screaming, but it was to late. Her scream had woken someone up. She could hear Roger above her. ::

"Son of a WHOA!"

:: He had apparently fallen out his bed. Dorothy threw the blankets over herself. Damnit it hurt. She wrapped the sheet around herself and stood on the floor. She was dressed, but still, she could hear footsteps and Rogers cursing. She walked out into the hallway, still in the warmth of the sheet. ::

"Nightmare?" Roger asked. Then, he yawned.

"I guess you could say that. I woke up about an hour ago and I felt horrible. I have a headache thats getting worse by the second, seriously!"

:: She collapsed to her knees, dropping the sheet and clutching her head. Roger looked worried. ::

"So lets get you some medicine!"

:: He was about to get something, but Dorothy pulled him onto the floor. ::

"I don't know how I would re-act to it!" Dorothy whined.

:: She ended up in bed with a hot water bottle across her forehead a few minutes later. Roger was pacing back and forth at the foot of her bed. He sighed. ::

"So tell me how this started." He said, still pacing and throwing his hands in his robe pockets.

"I was asleep and I just woke up. At least the headache is ebbing away now. I thought it would be something external, so I cut my hair-"

"Didn't to do bad either." Roger said, looking at her ends. Dorothy sighed.

"It didn't do anything. Do you think it would have something to do with...the dead man and the nightengale thing?"

:: She sat up in bed, holding the bottle against her forehead. ::


((( This is roleplayer confusion in disguise. Tell me I did good. )))

Roger pondered on Dorothy’s question. Could this have anything to do with what Dr. Voskov had mentioned? Could this have anything to do with her being a Nightingale? He didn’t have the slightest clue. Damn, why did he have to die?

“Well, I’m glad to hear that your headache is dieing down,” Roger told Dorothy, “but I’m not sure what to account it to.” Dorothy looked downcast at Roger’s inability to explain her situation. “But, what do you think?” she pressed on. “I don’t know what to think really,” Roger admitted sheepishly. “But you should get some sleep, maybe this has just been too much for you today and you just need some rest.” Dorothy thought on this for a moment, “Yes, I guess that would be for the best. My headache has subsided anyway.” “Good,” said Roger, “I suppose that my job is done here.”

Roger was leaving through the door, “Wait.” “What is it?” he asked. “Please, stay here with me,” Dorothy pleaded, “At least until I fall asleep.” Roger considered this for a moment. “Alright,” he said, sitting down next to her on the bed. Dorothy smiled and lay down on the bed. The now lukewarm water bottle lay on the floor.

Dorothy fell asleep quickly, but Roger didn’t notice. He blinked his eyes furiously a few times. Damn, I’m tired… Maybe he could just rest his eyes for a little bit…Roger closed his eyes and began to slump down onto the bed. Within a minute he was asleep with Dorothy…

Meanwhile

Angel stared up at Isaac, he still clutched her hand in his. Angel slowly felt his grip begin to tighten on her hand, painfully so. It hurt… Isaac face began to contort, his expression turned into one of anger. Angel’s hand felt like it was going to be crushed.

Isaac suddenly jerked backwards, letting go of Angel’s hand. He clutched at his head as though it were in pain. “Isaac?” Angel asked tentatively. Isaac continued to clutch at his head and began to thrash about wildly. “System error…memory loss…shut down imminent…” Isaac collapsed onto the ground, cold as a stone. Angel knelt down beside Isaac…

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Angel stared up at Isaac, he still clutched her hand in his. Angel slowly felt his grip begin to tighten on her hand, painfully so. It hurt… Isaac face began to contort, his expression turned into one of anger. Angel’s hand felt like it was going to be crushed. Isaac suddenly jerked backwards, letting go of Angel’s hand. He clutched at his head as though it were in pain. “Isaac?” Angel asked tentatively. Isaac continued to clutch at his head and began to thrash about wildly. “System error…memory loss…shut down imminent…” Isaac collapsed onto the ground, cold as a stone. Angel knelt down beside Isaac…

She flexed her hand wildly, but leaned down towards Isaac. She let everything go. Her words mumbled and muffled by her hand covered by her mouth, and her racking sobs, making her confessions to Isaac hardly inaudible. And it's not like he would be able to hear her. She could hardly hear herself.

She admitted her in infatuation with Roger, her attempts to steal documents and information from him, her plans to destroy Dorothy, but her guilt preventing her from doing so. She told of her childhood, in two or three breathless pleas, of her work with Paradigm, everything.

And then she stopped, her sobs still racking through her as she through herself onto his mechanical body, her head to his chest, her tears streaming down her face.

"Why ... " she mumbled repeatedly, anger building inside her, "Why ... "

*Schwarzwald now walking in the streets of paradigm... people staring... thinking hes a cosplay or something... he decides to go have a talk with big ear... with the remaining money in his old checking account... walks into the speakeasy..were there seems to be somekind of chaos going on... a guy with a saxaphone is staring at a left arm of some one with a yellow sleeve...sits at table next to big ear*

Big ear: its been a long time... Seebach.
Schwarzwald: can you tell me about a man named frugal.. frugal seebach?
Big ear(looks away from newspaper and stares at schwarzwald for a second): well... he was a father... he had a wife who was very rebleious towards the paradigm company. Rumored that after his daughter ran away he went into a state of great depresstion and killed himself... of course a rumor... one souce told me that someone recalled talking to him not long ago. He was a trust worthy man who said that.
Schwarzwald: what if the man decided he didn't want to live among these people. What if he went underground?
Big ear: There have been reports of a man goin into the sewers every now and then. I suppose it has something to do with the recent events... I'v also been getting more clients that have bits of the story arond that new megadues. Of course you can't trust all you hear.
Schwarzwald: and chance where i can find him and what he looks like?
Big ear: The man reported that he spoke with him over at the
Amadues Cafe... he wore a large blue coat and only his hair and face showed... it was a sunday and there have been reports of him every sunday scence then...
Schwarzwald(puts 150$ on the table): I suppose i should wait till tomorrow...

Angel’s chest was still heaving. She couldn’t believe what she had done. She had poured her life out to a now-dead android. If she could have seen this before she would have thought that she was an idiot, but now she didn’t know what to think.

She was sad, but most of all she was angry. She was angry at herself, angry at Alan Gabriel, angry at everything. Angel cursed softly under her breath. Here she was, alone. She had no idea what was going on, what the hell it meant that she was a Nightingale, and the only person who could tell her was this android who had given up his memories to save her life. Angel sighed.

Angel suddenly jerked backwards as Isaac began to rise off of the ground. She stared in disbelief as the android rose himself to a sitting position. Isaac blinked his eyes several times, as though that would identify if he were alive or not. “Hello,” he said, looking at Angel.

She stared at Isaac for several seconds. “You-you’re alive?” “Of course,” Isaac responded, “Why wouldn’t I be fully functional?” Angel couldn’t believe it. She had seen Isaac give up that disc that had contained his memories, she had seen him go berserk, she had seen him basically die, so how the hell could he be alive?

“But how? I saw you give that disc with your memories to Alan Gabriel!” Angel almost protested. Isaac considered the statement, “Yes, you did.” “So how the hell can you be alive?” she blurted out. “Simple,” he said, tapping his head, “I have back-up memories.” Angel didn’t know what to say, the serendipity of this situation was unbelievable…

Meanwhile

Alan Gabriel was smiling like a lunatic. He only did that when got to participate in his favorite hobbies: killing, deception, trickery, and just plain inflicting misery. Based on his smile it seemed as though he had accomplished all four, plus a successful assignment certainly helped. Rosewater smiled too, though not nearly as greatly as Alan. He picked up the disc, “Ah…the memories of Professor Jefferson. These will be most helpful…Alan, you are dismissed.” Alan Gabriel tipped his hat, bowed, and walked out of the room backwards, hat tipped and bowing all the way.

Meanwhile

Roger tossed and turned under the blankets. “…stop it…” he grumbled in his sleep starting to laugh a little. “…stop…that tickles…” He tumbled around in the bed some more. “heh…stop it…heh heh…” Roger slowly drifted to consciousness. He turned over and looked at Dorothy, realizing that he had been asleep with her since he sat down with her.

“Should I scramble out of bed and get out of here as fast as possible? Nah.” Roger looked at Dorothy as he shut his eyes and began to fall back asleep. There would have to be some explaining when morning finally rolled around, but until then he’d just enjoy this. “Good night, Dorothy…”

:: Dorothy opened one eye. She saw Roger under her blankets, giggling in his sleep. She smiled and closed her eye. Wait a minute...Roger? In her bed? Both her eyes shot wide open and looked at Roger, but, he had already fallen asleep. She smiled to herself and sighed, rolling over on her back and resting her head on her pillow. Staring at the ceiling was fun, only because she was thinking while she looked at it. She smiled. Roger loved her. A voice in the back of her head was saying 'Ha! Up yours, Angel!', but that was rude. ::

:: She let her eyes close. Sleep was good for Dorothy. ::

:: Suddenly, she found herself downstairs. She was sitting the piano, playing slowly. Nice, slow, classical music. She was loving it. She didn't even need to look at the music. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Roger looked down at her and smiled, and she smiled. The music was still playing, even though she wasn't touching the keyboard anymore. Roger took her hand and stood her up, silently asking for a dance. Dorothy grinned in her pillow. ::

:: They glided across the floor. Dorothy noticed her outfit. It was exactly like her daily dress, only longer. Like to her ankles. She was enjoying this. The floor was clean and the only thing that could be heard was the music. They stopped dancing. Dorothy sighed and rested her head against Rogers chest. She had truly never been happier. He was happy, smiling down at her with the same suggestive smirk that would normally make Dorothy roll her eyes. ::

:: As soon as it had started, it was over, and Dorothy woke up to something, blurry in her vision. ::

At the amadues listening to the soft playing of Instro... and drinking an unneeded glass of water... being hes body is just about dead... waiting for a man in a blue coat to show....

it had been 3 long hours but the man finally came and sat in a dark corner... schwarzwald walked over... and sat...

Schwarzwald: are you frugal?
Bluecoatedman: .....schwarzwald....seebach you used to be... god mistakes occationally... strange thing... guess he still has a human like mind... unless this has a meaning... yes i am Frugal... i will be williing to answer you questions fellow stranger to this world...
Schwarzwald: the big omega... what is it?
Frugal: hmmm.... well... what is your intrupritation of a god?
Schwarzwald: ...i... something that cannot be seen that watches over the weak...
Frugal: he is demon... are you prepared for the true reporter?
Schwarzwald: I have been waiting my life for this...

(frugal signals the bartender and the bartender throws frugal a key....they walk upstairs to a room... the room wass dank... a few mold spots... and paint was peeling off the walls... and at the other side of the long room was a picture of a man... that looked just like the man on the peice of metal he found)

what is this painting?
Frugal: it is the pasts meggito... before he began long long search for... omega...
Schwarzwald: how did he change?
Frugal: on his quest he accuired many scrolls of the past... he found "magic"...real magic that defied science... and a sword... a sword that was proficised to be connected with omega himself... the sword glowed bright when pointed in the direction of part of omegas soul...
For great things... there is always a price...

immortality for example...

Schwarzwald: You hired someone named Dr. Voskov as a Scientist for you to rebuild omega...what were his intentions...
Frugal: he was quite attacted to jefferson... Voskov was his assistant...
he even worked late hours on big omega... wheater he was threatened by omega or jefferson i dont know... but he seemed quite happy... guess he had some life issues like me... he also did the programing for the R-D project... he edited and cleaned the progaming.... he even made the blueprints... he became quite attached to her... he made her so she was nice when she let herself... she became attached to voskov too... when voskov left for errends she would wait at the door... sure she didn't have a scence of time... but she refused to do anything elce untill he got back... I aussme R-D is now dead?...yes last target was roger smith... well atleast she doesn't have a body... i beleive you found me by big ear... he told me someone found a disk of her somewhere... trying to track her down i have been...

Schwarzwald: why do you come up now? when big omega begins to rise? What about your daughter...
Frugal: ....fina........hu.... she doesn't remember me... and if she did get her momories back.. they wouldn't he happy ones... he is what now? 45? She and my wife were quite attached supposted each other...well until my wife began suspecting paradigm co... she died about... 20 years ago...i pick up the newspaper from the streets now and then.....
*sigh*
why do i come up now?... I don't want to have to relive this event... i have learned alot from underground... god sleeps... god awakens and cleans the streets of teh mortal world... i don't want to relive the pain... i want it to end... i hate being immortal... i hate suffering and missing my friends....
(long silence)
I...I...need to get some tea...do you want some?

Roger yawned and sat up. He looked around the room, it was Dorothy’s room. “Huh? What am I doing here?” But it didn’t take long for him to remember falling asleep in here. He looked over at Dorothy, she was still asleep. She was sleeping with her face in the pillow and seemed to be humming something very softly.

Roger glanced over at the clock, 7:56 AM. Roger yawned a little bit, he felt like getting up now. He carefully pulled himself out of the bed and walked out of the room, being careful not to make enough noise to wake Dorothy.

Roger walked into the dinning room. On the long table was a silver platter with several silver pitchers around it. Norman must be very busy with Big O’s maintenance if he had fixed breakfast and left it out for Roger and Dorothy to find. Roger lifted the top of the platter. Yum, waffles! Roger picked up a fork and skewered a few of them and put them on his plate. In the pitchers were some syrup, milk, and coffee. There were also two small bowls that had butter and sugar in them. Roger put some butter and syrup onto his waffles and poured himself some coffee, black of course!

Dorothy rubbed her eyes sleepily. She had just woken up from her dream and was very disappointed. She’d really wished that it didn’t have to come to an end, but that was what happened to dreams. She remembered hearing Roger say not to dwell on dreams too much, not to live in a fantasy world. But she had been an android then and didn’t understand how nice it would be to live in such a fantasy world.

Dorothy sighed a little. She looked over to discover that Roger was gone. She looked over at the clock, 8:09. Roger didn’t usually get up this early, but what else could have happened? Dorothy got out of bed and pulled a black robe over her white nightgown. She would go look for Roger.

Roger turned his attention to the dinning room’s doors, he heard one of them creak slightly as it was opened. He saw Dorothy step in through the doors, wearing a black robe. “Hello, Dorothy. Up already?” he asked. Dorothy regarded him a little as she walked over to a nearby chair and sat down in it. “You’re up uncharacteristically early,” she retorted. Roger laughed at her comment a little, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Dorothy laughed a little as well.

“Did you sleep well?” Roger asked, “No more nightmares?” “No. Sleeping with you really helped,” Dorothy answered. “Roger laughed sheepishly, “So you saw that I fell asleep with you.” “Yes,” Dorothy smiled, “But thank you, it made me feel much better.”

“So, what’s for breakfast?” Dorothy asked. “Waffles,” Roger answered, using his fork to indicate towards the platter. Dorothy stabbed up a few waffles onto her plate using her fork. She looked at Roger’s partially finished waffles for a few moments, and then she applied butter and syrup in a fashion similar to his. Dorothy wasn’t sure whether to have milk or coffee so she poured herself some of each in separate cups.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Dorothy drank the milk but then decided to try the coffee. She took a few tentative sniffs of the aroma. Roger watched in curiosity, fighting to suppress a chuckle. The smell was slightly unpleasant to Dorothy, but she didn’t take that to mean much. She took a big drink of coffee. In her extremely short time of having taste buds she had never tasted anything so bad!

Roger watched Dorothy as her expression changed from curiosity to horror at the taste of the coffee. He fought hard to suppress laughter but he couldn’t. Dorothy tightened her face and forced herself to swallow the coffee. She made a face and stuck out her tongue. “That coffee tastes horrible, Roger. How can you possibly stand to drink it?” she asked. Roger managed to stop laughing long enough to answer, “Most people don’t like it black, try adding some milk and sugar.” After that the Negotiator burst out laughing again. Dorothy furrowed her forehead a little, annoyed that Roger thought that her situation was so funny. She began to experiment with the coffee by adding sugar and milk. Roger finally managed to stop laughing.

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Angel’s chest was still heaving. She couldn’t believe what she had done. She had poured her life out to a now-dead android. If she could have seen this before she would have thought that she was an idiot, but now she didn’t know what to think. She was sad, but most of all she was angry. She was angry at herself, angry at Alan Gabriel, angry at everything. Angel cursed softly under her breath. Here she was, alone. She had no idea what was going on, what the hell it meant that she was a Nightingale, and the only person who could tell her was this android who had given up his memories to save her life. Angel sighed. Angel suddenly jerked backwards as Isaac began to rise off of the ground. She stared in disbelief as the android rose himself to a sitting position. Isaac blinked his eyes several times, as though that would identify if he were alive or not. “Hello,” he said, looking at Angel. She stared at Isaac for several seconds. “You-you’re alive?” “Of course,” Isaac responded, “Why wouldn’t I be fully functional?” Angel couldn’t believe it. She had seen Isaac give up that disc that had contained his memories, she had seen him go berserk, she had seen him basically die, so how the hell could he be alive? “But how? I saw you give that disc with your memories to Alan Gabriel!” Angel almost protested. Isaac considered the statement, “Yes, you did.” “So how the hell can you be alive?” she blurted out. “Simple,” he said, tapping his head, “I have back-up memories.” Angel didn’t know what to say, the serendipity of this situation was unbelievable…

"Oh shi --" She swore aloud.

He was mobile. He had backup memories. No, this couldn't be. She didn't want it to be. Of course, she was about to burst from happiness that he was alive, but, she had just told him everything. Every detail that made any difference.

And now he knew.

But that panic that had been errupting paused. Everything did. Isaac was alright. Why should she give a care in the world if he heard what she said, he was back.

Without much thought, she threw her arms around him, and hugged him, sobbing against his shoulder.

She didn't know, or consider, the type of shock that might be going through him, but any other sort of feeling would shock Angel herself.

She let herself collapse against him, as she continued to sob quietly into him, her breathing irrate and her emotions in her face.

A few minutes late... Frugal comes back up with tea and two cups...

Frugal: Tea... onced thought long ago in the past that it had magical properties of healing... no... it's just a humans way of surrpesing fear... just thoughts that help the person take pain... tricking the brain...

hu... let me just skip to nightengales... these... these selected people of god... re-encarnete if they happen to die in the last event... so far from what i have learned... these selected people have yet to make a move... they will make a big difference on the outcome of the final judgement...... I am afraid this must be kept a secrect... you will learn as it happens... and you will know the reason...

Schwarzwald: hmm... quite an event this is turning out to be... Voskov... what are these prisims... they.. they carry souls?

Frugal: before the event had even occured... the soul of the one knowns as omega existed... before time... began repeating itself... he was like us... hating for what man has become... wanting to know the truth about the one called god... i am not aware of HOW he got the power to do so... but got the creation powers of a god... he could create forces like gavity and pop material out of thin air...

people became scared... he enjoyed the fear... it is what eventaully drove him on... he liked the pain of others... untill one young man stood up... he faced him with corage... with bravery... with heart... thier God gave him the power to battle this foe... that kid was pure good... he defended the whole battle... until the end... he sacrificed himself and trapped that mans soul into the 3 gems... destroying his mortality in the process... god honoring the boy.. re-encarnated him...

i suppose roger smith is that decendent...but can't be sure... looked at how us both of the same soul... we are quite different in mind and actions... yet the same... i suggest you... have a meeting with the smith... and tell Dorothy... about R.D.... everything.. even what omega said... you should go... wish you well in you quest brother.
(schwarzwald walks into the steet and begins to walk to rogers mansion)

Schwarzwald(puzzled): how...how did he know about alpha? Roger... Well... I suppose I would have to have had a talk with him sooner or later...

NOTE! This is occurring before Roger and Dorothy woke up!
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Isaac felt a smile cross his face. It was good to be alive… Angel had grabbed him around his neck and was sobbing into his shoulder. He began to return her hold, wrapping his arms around her.

Isaac had heard everything she had said, about her past, about her relationship with Roger, how she felt and what she and intended to do with Dorothy, and everything that she knew about Paradigm. But he didn’t care. “Don’t worry, you’ll be alright,” he said as he patted Angel on her back.

Angel continued to cry into his shoulder. “I…I was so afraid that you were gone forever…” she sniffled. “I appreciate your concern but you shouldn’t worry about me so much,” Isaac advised. “But I was afraid…afraid that I’d never be able to tell you…” Isaac felt a feeling of stun fall over him, what was it that she was trying to say and why was it affecting him so strangely? “Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to tell me what?” Angel continued to sniff, “That…I’d never be able to tell you…that I…I…love you…” Isaac was stunned, but somewhere deep inside of him something felt incomplete now…

hmmm... suppose i should get this going agian???

::schwarzwald is not at the door of rogers home... thinking deeply about how me will deal with being around roger and not trying to fight him.::

Schwarzwald: well... i suppose I should get this overwith...
::knocks at the door and norman opens it... with a slight gasp::
I... I suppose you Rogers butler?
Norman(looking strangely at schwarzwald): My gosh... what would a man like you want to be doing here? Roger Smith is not avalible.
Schwarzwald: what if it was about something that had to do with that giant megadues and meggito.
(ok... well scence this is a roly play... let me in... or have a bloody fist fight. until dorothy rips my body apart?)

The Megadues Project
Headed by Dr. Arumbego Caelum, by order of the Rev. R. Rosewater.

It took a long while...but they eventually managed to create the Three, just as Regis Rosewater instructed.

However, the next step was to find those who would pilot these Chariots of God...

So it was that the Rev. Rosewater instructed us to find those capable of piloting them. And so were born the Dominei...

For the Black Chariot, the Land Megadues...

• Roger Smith, Major, Paradigm Armed Forces
  
• Dorothy Wayneright, Citizen
  
• Norman Berg, Assistant Head of Megadues Project.
  

For the Red Chariot, the Air Megadues...

• Michael Seebach, Reporter, New York Times
  
• Alan Gabriel, Citizen
  
• Frugal Seebach, Citizen
  
• Alejandor Skak, Captain, Paradigm Armed Forces
  
• Beck Gold, Head of New York City Bank
  

For the White Chariot, the Sea Megadues...

• Rev. Regis Rosewater, Regent, Paradigm
  
• Dan Dastun, Liutenant, New York Police Department
  
• Arumbego Caelum, Doctor, Chief Head of Megadues Project
  

I must admit, I was hoping to be picked for the Black Chariot. To be riding in a Chariot of God...to have the power in my hands...

And I was the First Chosen. The One Chosen to Ride the Black Megadues.

Alejandor Skak, a Captain in the Paradigm Armed Forces, stationed in Boston, was the Second Chosen, Chosen to Ride the the Red Megadues.

However...the Rev. Regis Rosewater instructed that the White Chariot be dissasembled, that there was no use for it. Indeed, there were few qualified pilots...

But the Doctor...he went a bit mad...and refused to dissasemble the Third Chariot. He stole the blueprints for the Three Megadei and fled...

But I was not worried about that. No...I was more worried about being the First Dominus, the First Rider of the Chariot...

Norman stopped there. If all that was true...then it meant that far more people were capable of piloting Megadei than originally thought.

Indeed...his heart almost stopped when he saw his own name on the list as a possible Dominus of the Big O...but...if that was true.

Norman saw why Arumbego wanted him...to pilot the Big O...

But then...who would Arumbego have to pilot the Second Big, Big Duo? It didn't make sense...unless...

'Is it possible,' the butler thought. 'That Dr. Caelum has been playing a larger role...than I can even imagine...'

As soon as that thought rushed through his head, Norman shut down the computer and ejected the disk.

'I must tell Master Roger...for we might be dealing with an even more dangerous situation...'

Norman rushed upstairs, only to hear the bell ringing.

'Who could it be at this hour?'

He opened the door...to stare at the bandaged face of Schwartzwald.

'Good heavens...' Norman thought.

Schwartzwald stated his request...and Norman could do nothing but sigh.

"Very well then...make yourself comfortable, and I shall go alert Master Roger of your arrival," the butler said, as he led the bandaged man into the house.

After fixing Schwartzwald a quick meal, Norman hurried through the dark halls of the mansion, hoping to stumble upon the master of the house...

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Meanwhile, deep inside the Central Dome, a figure lurked in the shadows. Yes, he knew what he would have to do.

What would need to be done in order to discard all emotions and ascend and become a Higher Being...

First...he would need the Megadues in Alex Rosewater's possession...the man who had inherrited Regis Rosewater's memories, or so it had seemed...

Arumbego Caelum brushed a strand of crimson hair behind his ear, as he surveyed his destination with cold, calculating eyes.

'I will have the Third Chariot...even if I must kill Alex Rosewater. I will have It...and with It, I will obtain the means to discard this body and Ascend!'

The scientist descended into the dark abyss that held relics from a forgotten era...

Doctor Caelum descended into the Subways.

Little did he know, that he was but a Pawn...in a game of a much larger scale...

But still, Arumbego climbed further down that ladder...that ladder that would lead to glory or ruin, to fulfilling his warped ideals or wrecking his plans completely...

He climbed further down the ladder...and closer to the Third Big.

Roger chuckled a little. This perturbed Dorothy. “I’m glad that you find humor from my current situation,” she said dryly. “I’m sorry,” Roger apologized, but the look on your face when you first tried the coffee was priceless.” At this point Roger began to mimic Dorothy’s expression when she had just tried the coffee. Dorothy giggled. “I though you said that it wasn’t funny, are you being a hypocrite?” Dorothy continued to giggle, “I guess I didn’t see how funny it was from your side.” “Exactly, Dorothy. That is an important lesson, learn to see things from both sides,” Roger summed up. “Now you’re being the hypocrite, Roger, you don’t always see things from both sides, especially my piano playing,” Dorothy chided.

Roger was about to respond but then Norman walked into the dinning room. “Good day, Master Roger. I am sorry to interrupt your breakfast with Ms. Dorothy but you have a guest.” “A guest, at this hour?” Roger asked. “Yes sir, a man covered in old bandages and wearing an old trench coat. “Schwarzwald…” Roger growled under his breath, “what is he doing here?” “I would suggest that you go and ask him yourself,” Norman advised, “But he did mention something about a Meggido, if that means anything to you, sir.” Roger stood up and shoved his chair out of the way, running up to his room.

Five minutes, a generous glob of hair gel, and one freshly pressed suit later Roger was back to his standard Negotiator self. He walked down to the kitchen where Schwarzwald was finishing off some food, compliments of Norman. “Schwarzwald! What are you doing here?” Roger yelled. “Ah, the noble lap dog of Paradigm,” Schwarzwald addressed Roger as though he were a monarch, even mocking a bow. Roger felt his eyebrow twitch. “Are you just going to make fun of me of have you come here for a reason?” Roger questioned. Schwarzwald just laughed, “Oh yes, I have a reason for being here, Paradigm City lap dog!”

*smirk*
Schwarzwald: Well, "Mr. Negoiator," I suppose...you have heard of meggito... can i assume you know he is trying to re-awaken him with certain prisims? Well you know now if you didn't...
Roger: Get to the point...
Schwarzwald: Fine... well... I...I have been searching for a while now... i want to know whats going to happen... I have found some clues that may help lead you to meggito...
(looks at plate)
lets see...where to begin...
First off... there is... is another megadues that sounds like it has a big part in this event roger... Big Alpha... it looks oddly like...*smirk agian* the archtype in our 2nd meeting...
Roger: Schwarzwald... please stop that...I'v have enough of you already(thinking of Dr. Voskov) I'm holding in as much as I can to sick dorothy on you... and I'm sure your holding in too...
Schwarzwald(face straightens out):...fine.......roger..... well this new megadues... it actually spoke to me... it told me many things... about the past... Roger... what is about to come... is exactly what happened 40 years ago...
Roger: what?
Schwarzwald: and 40 years before that... and so on.... and so on...
Roger: this... this is a reaccoring event?
Schwarzwald: and you roger smith... are a reencarnate of the one who this first time this happened... and i ama decendent... and angel and dorothy and ALL who have an important role in this event.... mabey even the people of paradigm are reencarnates of hte ancient times...
Roger: How did we... come out with androids... if this happned in..."ancient times"..and why do you keep coming back... what about people with the memories?
Schwarzwald: I suppose... just gradual discovery...well abotu the reencarnation...
hmmm well...what if i said god makes mistakes...
Roger: This is getting quite strange...
Schwarzwald:...well i'm convinced this god exists... but well... my source why we keep reencarnating ...is... the past me... the one who lived 40 years ago... and still alive...
he told me this boy...like you roger smith... stopped a dark sorcerer... from destroying everything... It was the "soul"...of omega... that megadues you fought...

Roger: it..it has a soul looking shocked)

Schwarzwald: the 3 prisms are the soul... and when united... they can be of great power... he now ahas a machanical body... thats the megadues... because of his knowledge... he planned out the body... even before the boy killed him... he could see many things... your megadues roger smith... has a soul of its own...

but... omega's body... its an empty cascket... I belevie... megadueses act off emotions... omega is just usnig meggito... for its own propose... to get full power...

Roger: what about dorothy... do you know anything about nightengales?!
Schwarzwald: no... frugal... the one who told me the past... said it should be discovered when ready... the nightnegales... have yet to act on and past events... but this event... will be quite different...
I suppose... even an android... can delvop a soul... your dorothy acted quite strange for an android roger smith... on our 2nd meeting...
I suppose you should make sure she doesn't die... even if her propose is agienst the existance of this mortal world... there may be more too...
i think you look into that...
...R.D. roger... dorothy... dorothy needs to hear this... Frugal told me this is very important whether it has to do with the current event or not...

(note: haha... ok... about fina... remember when i first introduced her?... she was a young girll and frugal said she was like 45... well she is an android... haha... an easy excuse for ANY situation... and wel that may add some emotion later to schwazrwald... but ill need to see in what direction this goes....)