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

The wires bound him tight to the chair, biting into his flesh. “Is this your dream? Your desire? To destroy the world?” he accused. The computers, instruments, monitors, and controls around him were mechanically silent. “I will not let you do it! I won’t let you succeed!” he yelled. He strained against his bindings. “I refuse to be a mere tool. Manipulated in order to aid you!” He strained harder as the wires tightened.

The three scientists looked at the monitors in horror. “Heart rate is increasing dramatically!” “Alpha, Beta, Gamma mental waves have changed completely! They’re going way up!” “Respiration rate has almost tripled, internal body temperature is rising steadily!” “Dammit! Bring up the monitor!” Fingers moved swiftly and deftly over the keys. A monitor lit up, displaying the cockpit of Big Omega. “What the hell is Meggido doing?”

He pulled with all of his strength and the air was filled with the sounds of wires snapping. He tore them off, off of his arms, his legs, his chest, everywhere. He stood up, “From the beginning you were merely using us! Using all of humanity to complete your aims! I will stop you here and now! It is time for me to finish what I started over three millennia ago!” Out from under his black trench coat he produced two swords. One with a black blade with a white hilt, the other with a white blade and a black hilt.

Sparks flew, metal buckled, computers exploded, systems fell offline. Big Omega’s cockpit exploded in an inferno and the giant tank that held the Megadeus shattered, spilling green liquid all over. He lay on his chest, breathing softly. Slowly, almost gingerly, he lifted himself to his feet. Black blood dripped from his body. “Is this the end, Omega?”

The three scientists looked at the wreckage that was once Big Omega. Armor was smashed, the blades had snapped, it was literally falling apart at the seems. But by far the worst was the cockpit, it was in ruins. Whatever Meggido had not destroyed was destroyed by the explosion. It would take months to repair all the damage. “What do we do now?” “Rosewater will be very disappointed…” “We must begin repairs immediately!” The other two nodded, agreeing with their comrade.

But then, ever so slightly, they began to emerge. Wires from every injured area of Big Omega, they began to pull the entire damaged hulk back together. The scientists stared in awe. And then came more, these from the cockpit, they hovered like snakes, waiting to strike. Suddenly they did, rushing out to Meggido. They wrapped themselves around him, swords and all. Before he could react he was completely bound and then the wires began to drag him back into the dreaded cockpit. “Ha!” cried one of the scientists, “It seems as though Big Omega wants you to pilot it regardless of what you do!”

Now here he was again, back within the belly of the beast. The wires snaked around the cockpit, reassembling everything that had been destroyed. The doors slammed shut. He screamed in agony. “No! I don’t want to forget! It was my life and you ruined it all! Damn you, Omega! Argh!” He fell to the floor as the wires let him go. Soon insane laughter began to echo within the confines of Big Omega…

Meanwhile

The Guardian Alpha awoke. The time was drawing near. All of the other ten Guardians had united already, now was its turn. Its eyes began to glow as the pure white Archetype began to move through the tunnels. It was time to complete Big Zeta…Schwartzwald, it is time…

Meanwhile

/function/activate/file:omega/scan
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complete

values fall within
parameters to
deactivate Alpha
limiter

/function/activate/files:alpha/limiter/remove
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Cast in the name of God
Ye not Guilty

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Serve in the name of Faith
Ye who art Pure

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Save those that art Innocent
Ye who hath the Power

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Alpha limiter has
been removed.
Omega is active.
Zeta is nearly active,
contact Domineus of Zeta.
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*end transmission*

Big O’s screen blanked out. Within the cyber matrix of its computer systems the black-haired program smiled. “The alpha limiter has been removed once more, lets see if you can do it this time…Alpha…”

Meanwhile

Arumbego Caelum stared at the white chariot. Next to it was the red chariot, but that one didn’t matter to him. “Big Fau…how good to see you once more…my glorious chariot of God…” He walked closer to Big Fau. “Remember me?” he asked the Megadeus. “I’ve come back for you…and you will help me to ascend! You my great creation!”

“That’s far enough,” came a voice from behind Arumbego. He turned quickly to see a man in a black suit with thin vertical white stripes and wearing a black top hat standing behind him. “Who are you? And what gives you the right to stop me from taking my glorious chariot?” he demanded. “I am Alan Gabriel,” the man introduced himself, “And I was just coming here to check on my Megadeus, that red one.” “So, you are the Domineus of the red chariot?” Arumbego concluded. “Yes,” Alan answered, “I will be the pilot of Big Duo. The white Megadeus, Big Fau, was going have Alex Rosewater, my employer, as its Domineus. But sadly Alex has found a toy that he finds to be much more fun than poor Big Fau. And so now it just gathers dust…”

Arumbego grinned maliciously, “If Rosewater has no interest in his chariot then I shall gladly take it!” Alan sighed, “I’m afraid that I can’t let you do that. Just because Alex has no intention of using these two now doesn’t mean we can just hand them over. No, no, perish the thought!” Arumbego grew frustrated. “But, since you have shown such an interest in Big Fau, then maybe I can get Rosewater to allow you to be its new Domineus, provided that you cooperate with us entirely of course,” Alan continued. “Oh I will,” said Arumbego, “I will…”

Meanwhile

Roger stared at Schwartzwald from across the table. He didn’t understand how this mummified freak could know all of that. But more of it seemed to hinge on religion and faith, things that Roger did not personally put in high regard. “You’ll have to excuse me if I find that story doubtful at best,” he told Schwartzwald. “Foolish Paradigm dog!” Schwartzwald yelled, “That is the truth! Don’t allow the veil to cover your eyes forever!” “You say that I should believe that some ancient sorcerer created a Megadeus thousands of years ago and that the Megadeus has a soul? Preposterous!” Roger laughed. Schwartzwald nearly exploded, “Listen you fool! You must open your ears and listen!” Roger sighed, “Fine, I’ll believe what you’re saying, for now at least.” “Good!” Schwartzwald said enthusiastically, “Now go get your android, she needs to hear the rest of this!”

Roger got out of the chair and left the kitchen, off the find Dorothy. He’d deliberately take his time. Partially out of wanting to annoy Schwartzwald and partially out of wanting to have some time to think over what he had said. “Now where could you have gone off to, Dorothy?”

"I'm right here." Dorothy said.

:: However, when she walked into the room, Roger was gone. She threw the robe tighter around herself. Schwarzwald was there. He grinned when he saw her enter. ::

"Where has Roger gone to?"


(( Sorry so short. Im supposed to be asleep. James is covering for me. More next time. Promise. Love! )))

Schwarzwald: hmm? You don't look as pale as th last time we met? haha...were you scared?
Dorothy(a little annoyed but skeeping calm): I'm a cyborg now...
Schwarzwald(looking surprised): hmm... fine then... that was fast for... Roger... *smirk*
Dorothy: What are you want?
Schwarzwald(face straightens): Well... R dorothy... I beleive Roger has told you about R.D... am i correct?
Dorothy(sitting down): yes.
Schwarzwald: Well... I have been searching around... and dorothy... you were created by the same man who designed R.D. and not quite the one who you think... the one you call... father... only remembered these blueprints... I have no idea when he saw them but...

The man Who Designed and modeled your program... was Dr. Voskov... Your father may have altered the programing and a few other ends... but you were eccentually created by that man you saw die...

(Dorothy just staring... mouth open slightly but not saying anything)

R.D. was created to destroy all who would remember the event... Roger may tell you this later... but the megadues omega... commanded the scientists its constuction... to kill the ones who didn't forget the event if anything should go wrong.

Dorothy One... it was created first by Voskov's... mastercrafts men so to speak... Jefferson... this was only to be used if the current military found them.

Dorothy... you... communicate with those megadueses right?
Dorothy: ...why do you want to know?
Schwarzwald: Well... mabey that has something to do with you begin a nightengale... mabey some special powers... negitiate with a man-made god?

Meanwhile...
At the old house of fina and "grandfather"....

Fina: WHO ARE YOU GET OUT!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT (holding a gun)
Frugal: It's me... father..
Fina: YOUR NOT MY FATHER!!! HE... HE... GO AWAY!!!
Frugal: Fina!!! PLEASE!!! HOW CAN YOU DENY IT!!!
Fina: I DON"T KNOW YOU!!!(finger getting closer to pulling the trigger)
::grandfather bursts in::
Grandfather: Whats going on!!! Frugal! Fina quickly.. go to your room!
(Fina runs into the kitchen and the pounding of feet running can beheard...
What... do you want...
Frugal: What has happened? I... I finally get the corage to--
Grandfather: You don't know how much you scared her... he barly remembers you after that event... she has become alot more emotional scence then... I
Frugal: But..But who was father than!!! Who does she thin--
Grandfather: You were... she forgot many years after the event... but than she just remembered... when she saw you fall out of omega and shaking... saying crazy things... how you wanted to kill everyone... she was scared... but she ran away... couldn't help but forget you... you cared for her greatly... she respected you... the OLD you... she tried seaching for you once... but she never found anything of yours... you totally disapeared... but now that she remembers... she can't decide if you are still the way you were... she really worked hard for the truth...
she thought that you were possesed... possesed by omega... she knows alot... i know alot... but we don't wish to remember... please... as your father... please leave us to peace... she doesn't even know her old last name... just please... leave before you cause anymore damage...
Frugal(with a face of utter awe, discust, and hatred): wha?..no.. NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!! YOU DON"T KNOW WHAT I HAVE BEEN THOUGH!!! I MUST SPEAK WITH MY DOUGHTER!!!
(grandfather pulls out a pistol... and fires.. fires agian... and fires agian... and 3 more times)
Frugal: please... just before ... just before...
Grandfather: wha..WHAT ARE YOU!!
Frugal(a cold look on his face): I...I... i want to die... but i can't... if i can't care for my daughter... Yugi's daughter... our creation... i... i will die and meet my yugi what ever comes after existace...
::slowly walks out the door... his arm bleeding::

...gods... ...damn you rosewater... I suppose we shall join once agian... if the price is right...

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EDit: post 900...

:: Roger came back in the room. Dorothy jumped slightly, wrapping her robe tightly around herself and walked up to him. ::

"Roger." She whispered. "What should I do? He wants something either from me or with me. What do I do?"

:: It wasn't what did she do, it was what they do. Roger put his hands on Dorothy's shoulders and steered her into the back room. ::

"First of all, you should get dressed." He said, slightly red. "Second of all, yes, he wanted something."

:: Dorothy looked up at him and hugged at him. ::

"What do we do? Should I comply or should I run?"

:: Roger slowly wrapped her arms around her waist. ::

"Well, I...uhhh..." He sighed. "I won't let you leave."

:: Dorothy looked up at him, and then put her head on his shoulder. ::

"I'll comply." Dorothy said. "I'll play-along and escape." Roger looked puzzled.

"No." He said. "Your not leaving. If something is going to happen, it's going to happen here." Roger said. Dorothy smiled into his shoulder.

:: Roger pulled her head to face him. ::

"It'll happen here so I can protect you."

:: The silence seemed to echo. ::

"This somewhat-human thing is something to get used to."

:: Roger was still holding her jaw. The atmosphere was heavy. ::

"I have to take care of this now. I must go."

:: Roger opened his mouth to speak. ::

"Don't say anything." Dorothy said. "I'm going to get dressed and handle this myself."

:: She started to walk off. She kracked her knuckles, then dropped her robe, revealing her silky white nighty. Roger looked back to the door that separated him from Schwarzwald. ::


((( Roleplayer confusion in discuise )))

((( Edit 4. Im sorry people. I'm very teary eyed right now. Please do not replace me. Omega knows what he wants so...he's gonna have to cover for me when the stupid step-parents take me camping. However, if you guys would be willing to wait until Sunday, that would be a present for me, but I'm not going to ask that of you, considering that Roger and Schwarzwald have reached climax. I feel so unporffesional. I'll be able to check my e-mail and the post on friday before I leave. So, send me lots of things. Im terribly sorry if I forgot to send someone a card on their birthday. I love you all and have grown obsessed. Add me to fangirls, everyone. Seriously. I love you all very much and I'll miss you. I dreampt up this post actually, so have fun with it, but don't replace me. I'll be back Sunday, maybe even Saturday. Love, Lz. )))

((( Im osrry to break character guys. I'll get back in. It turns out that I have like an hour in the morning before I need to be at school, so screw waiting until Sunday. However, I still have to go camping...go figure. At least this time their letting me bring my dirtbike with me. :: Drools :: )))

:: Roger did not follow Dorothy when she left him standing there. He looked after her for a minute and went back into the other room. ::

:: Dorothy was confused as she pulled a clean dress out of the closet. OK...so, she was a nightengale. Did that mean that she had to do something or go somewhere or be with anyone special? Apparently, Roger and her have grown slighty more attached and he had plainly said that she wasn't going anywhere. That he wouldn't let her leave. She pulled on her dress. She had a feeling that she needed to leave or find Roger as soon as she was finished. ::

Arumbego Caelum stood staring at the slender form of Alan Gabriel, a smirk on his face.

'The fool!' Arumbego thought. 'I have no intentions of serving Alex Rosewater...although if I play this right, all Three Chariots will be under my control...' For but a second, a glimmer in the doctor's eyes hinted at his perverse thoughts, as his scheme replayed through his thoughts.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Mr. Gabriel," Arumbego whispered, as the glimmer that shone in his eyes vanished and they became emotionless once more. "I intend to put this 'Big Fau,' as you call it, to great use. Again, you have my thanks." Arumbego inclined to his head slightly towards the slender man, then activated the lift that would bring him to the cockpit.

"Remember!" yelled Alan Gabriel as Arumbego ascended to his ultimate goal. "You promised your cooperation!"

"Yes, of course!" Arumbego yelled down in response.

'But first...to convince Berg of his error...'

The Big Fau's eyes glowed a pale yellow as it accepted its new Dominus.

Cast in the name of God...ye not guilty flashed across the screen, and Arumbego pressed a few key buttons. The inner cockpit changed its enviroment, making the doctor feel as if he were underwater. Arumbego closed his eyes in contentment as a single cord stretched down and inserted itself into the back fo his head.

"Finally..." Arumbego whispered, as his charcoal eyes opened, devoid of any fire or emotion. "My goal has been realized...as I feel my emotions leaving me," he continued, his voice warping until it was reduced to a dul monotone.

"At last...the White Chariot has fulfilled its purpose. This body is no longer necessary, as my memories and emotions have been transferred into the Chariot," Arumbego dully stated. "That was the greatest challenge...how to insert 'life' into the Megadues. I came up with the brilliant idea...hidden within the 'Dominus' Disk...to insert the memories and emotions of a human into the Megadues...of course, I realized that in doing so the one transferring all of this information would lose all of his memories and emotions. Indeed, as soon as I disconnect this cord," Arumbego let his hand hover over a round, green button. "All connections between my body and my mind will be completelty severed, never to be recovered. As the emotions have been absorbed into the Big Fau, all that will remain is the Megadues...and my thoughts. I will become the Chariot of Conquest, connected in the most intimate way with the White Horse, devoid of all useless emotions, so that I can finally fulfill my place in this post-Apocalyptic world!"

Arumbego pushed the button.

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Meanwhile, Norman retreated back into the secret room where the Big O was housed. Against his better judgement, he had placed the "Dominus" disk back into the computer, for his mind hungered for the truth. It was a sensation new to Norman, for he had never once questioned his existance...until now.

Was he merely a butler, a member of the supporting cast, to sit on Roger's beck and call? Or was he a main character, waiting in the background to claim what was rightfully his?

'No..' the elder man thought, shaking his head as if to empty it of those thoughts, those cruel thoughts which he knew not to be his.

'Doctor Caelum wants me to doubt myself...he wants me to bend to his will and take the Big O for myself. But...I cannot!' the butler thought defiantly. But still...he still longed to know more...

To rediscover his past...

The full moon sat in the summer night sky, as the teenage Norman stood on a balcony, standing besides a young girl with long, brown hair and bright chocolate eyes. She wore a bright yellow sundress and had experienced but twelve summers in her fairly short life.

"Brother," she whispered. "Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, my little sister..." Norman responded, his heart filled with sorrow. "I must leave now...I cannot take care of you any longer..."

"But Brother!" The young girl shouted. "How can I take care of myself? You are the only family I have left..."

"Hush, child..." The elder Norman whispered back at her. "Do not worry...I will return for you. I could never abandon you, I am doing this for you!"

A dark figure with shoulder-length crimson hair stood in the doorway to the house.

"Berg...it is time," he said, before returning into the house.

The young girl at Norman's side shuddered as if a cold wind had gripped her bones, and she wrapped her arms around her brother's body.

"Br...brother...w...why do you have to go with that man? H...he s...scares me..." she said, trembling even more violently than before.

"Do not worry, sister...Doctor Caelum is a very good man. He has agreed to employ me...so I can make enough money to take care of you properly. But until then...I ask that you stay with Mister Wayneright. He has a nice daughter, who is about your age...you'll get along very well with her," Norman said, as he bent down and kissed his sister's forehead. She closed her eyes and sighed lightly.

"Do not be afraid. Everything will be all right, you will see," Norman said in a soothing tone, as the girl at his side began to drift to sleep.

Schwarzwald: well par--...*smrik* Mr. Smith... mabey you can tell. me... has anything strange happen to her lately?
Roger(tence out of his slip up): Well... other than her becomeing a cyborg... hmm... She... She did just faint once... she didn't tell me what it was...
Schwarzwald: hmmm.... you were acting strangely to her... but in a good way... use this information I have told you and get her to tell you what might have caused it or... if anything strange happened afterwards.... I have to go... I... I need to see about a few more ends... haha... never think I'd have to say this to you negitiator... but if you need help... just ask... big ear to send me a word... he knows..

Meanwhile... in rosewaters office...
Frugal: I'm sorry... I should have listened... please there is nothing left for me...
Rosewater: How much do you know about... it?
Frugal: I knew it..
Rosewater: *smrik* mabey we can work something out... old friend...

Roger watched as Schwarzwald walked out of his house. So he knew Big Ear as well, that made sense he used to be a reporter before he became who he was now. He doubted that he would ever need to call on Schwarzwald for help though, he’d handled plenty of situations in the past without any help, and if he was going to get help it certainly wouldn’t be from Schwarzwald. But the former reporter did give him a small amount of help, albeit abstract and magical in nature. “I’ll try to give you a bit more credit, Schwarzwald, but I know that you don’t expect to be friends, and I’m not expecting to be friends either.”

“Alright, time to ask Dorothy a few questions.” Roger had been meaning to ask her about the headache, but the fainting a few days ago had slipped his mind. He bent his head to the left and right, popping his neck several times. But he’d need to take a shower first. Roger certainly didn’t smell like a bed of roses.

Meanwhile

Alan Gabriel opened his mechanical thumb again, once more revealing the transmitter in it. “Yes, I’ve found the new Domineus for Big Fau. Just as you said, Arumbego went for it immediately. Of course he has intention to cooperate with us, but too bad for him that is what we are counting on. Yes, he’s just finished…but it will be awhile before Big Fau will be operational.” Alan smiled, his work was almost done…

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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…

Angel felt something stirring in her chest and she stood up in complete anger with herself.

What had I just said?? She growled angrily to herself. She knew she meant it, but she didn't want to say it. It was one of those things you never admit when you've already stated it wasn't possible.

Sure, Isaac was well. That's all that mattered. But now there was more to do. The Nightingales, Roger, Dorothy, the other approaching Megadeuses, and no matter how wonderful it might feel to stay here, perhaps wrapped in the arms of Isaac, she chose forcefully against it and attempted to regain any dignity she had felt herself loose.

"Isaac," she said turning down to his still shocked features, "I'm damn well sick and tired of playing the damsel in distress. We need to take care of this, do something, I'm fed up with doing nothing but being a burden to you,"

The look he gave her wasn't of pity. And that shocked her in a good way. A way that she liked. It was a look of proudness and steadfastness, like he agreed with her feelings.

"Well, are you with me?" She said, as he began to hoist himself off the ground.

She stuck out her hand to him and watched him nervously.

At rosewaters office...

Rosewater(with the usual smile): So you suvived omega... so what? what makes you think that its uncontrolable...
Frugal: It's a monster! Please I'll do anything to join you!!! If it's so desparate that you need omega... I'm for it.
Rosewater: What are your reasons... when YOU had omega you were agienst us.
Frugal: You killed my wife then... and tried to put my daughter in an orphanage.
Rosewater:*smirk* you mean your android.
Frugal: SHUT UP! She forgot that i existed She no longer knows im her father!!! You dont KNWO HOW THAT FEELS YOU F***** GOD SPIT!!!
Rosewater: Oh.. sorry... it's not my place in those situations... but what use could you be of to me...
Frugal: I'm immortal... mabey piolet omega agian... i know what it can do... or that AI program that your father refused? You saw what it can do... you know the the androids that were created by my associates.
Rosewater: *smirk* ok... we'll see what we can do with you..

meanwhile... in the underground

Schwarzwald: Well... this is it... the ultimate truth... time to find Meggito...

Shaoblane edited her last posts a little so I think I can post this now…
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Roger rubbed at his wet hair vigorously. He certainly smelled better after that shower. He grabbed a comb and a generous amount of hair gel and quickly swept his hair back to its normal style. He picked up his jacket and necktie off of the sink counter and opened the door. Now that he was nice and clean he’d need to find Dorothy and talk with her.

Dorothy looked in the kitchen. Schwarzwald was gone now, so was Roger. Where had he gone? Schwarzwald must have been done with whatever he had left to say, so Roger must have gone off to do something, probably his morning shower. Dorothy felt a rather unpleasant emotion, frustration? That had to be it. She was frustrated because he didn’t understand what was going on, being a Nightingale, all of this stuff about Big Omega, being created by Voskov…nothing really made sense. Unless she was with Roger that was, then everything made sense, and Dorothy wanted everything to make sense.

Meanwhile

Isaac reached forward and grabbed Angel’s hand in his. “I’m with you,” he said. “But I will need to make repairs to my damaged ankle before we can do anything serious. And the only nearby place where I can find the tools needed for such repairs is Roger Smith’s mansion. Moreover, we will need help if we are to succeed.” “Help to succeed? Just what is it that you are planning, Isaac?” Angel asked. “Quite a bit, but I’ll discuss that later,” Isaac told her. Angel sighed a little, she didn’t enjoy being kept in the dark. She and Isaac began to scale down the building’s fire escape and walk to Roger’s mansion. “So, are you going to tell me what you know at least, all that stuff that you got from Jefferson’s lab?” Angel asked. “I’ll tell you later. It will be easier if I inform everyone all at once.”

In the underground... walking with a lighter lit that he stole from a cabnit in the kitchen... in addition to small pistol...
there is door at a dead end... made of metal... it looks rusted...

*schwarzwald reaches for the door nob.. then suddenly a hushed but loud voice crawls in his ear*

Voice(as loud as a scream... but sounding like a wisper): der neue Gott entsteht... Er prüft das alte Unrecht.
Schwarzwald: What The--
Voice: der neue Gott entsteht... Er prüft das alte Unrecht.
Schwarzwald(translating german): The new god will arise...
It will prove the old wrong.
Voice: die Zeit ist gekommen für Tod zu den Göttern... Für viele bildet das Resultat.
Schwarzwald:The time has come for death to the gods... For many will make the outcome.

Voice: Mann erstellte das neu, wer das Ende zurückgehen ließ. Wir müssen mit unseren Partnerseelen noch einmal steigen und beenden die Entwicklung des synthetischen Gottes

Schwarzwald: Man re-created the one who made the end return. We must rise once more with our partner souls, and end the evolution of the man-made god. (waits for a minute... with just silence..

opens the door... and inside is an old lab.. with many androids on the sides and at the other end of the room... are 2 doors)

*schwarzwald walks through the dark room... some of the androids.. although not moving... give the feeling that they are watching... he makes it to the end of the room... touches the door nob... and the voice comes once more*
Voice: AUFSTIEG ZU IHREM SCHICKSAL!!! TOD MUSS ZUR CURROPT SEELE KOMMEN,
DIE ALS NEUER GOTT BEKANNT IST!
(RISE TO YOUR FATE!!! DEATH MUST COME TO THE CURROPT SOUL KNOWN AS NEW GOD!)

*schwarzwald opens the first door*
(inside... is large megadues... lit by hundereds of candels... it is completely black and white... it looks just like duo... except the arms are replaced with instead of propellers... 4 sharp fingers... latched together... to form large knifves on each arm...)

*suddenly the megadues moves... puts its hand out... picks up schwarzwald... and with its hand to its chest... the cockpit opens...*

Schwarzwald(looking frightend: was dieses ist what is this?)

Megadues: (I am big zeta... I am a Guardian to destroy that which has returned agian... the time has come for it to end... you shall piolet like you did Guardian 2(big duo referece)... you shall fight for existance of the ones who see correctly... as you have in the past)

ich bin grosses zeta... Ich bin ein Wächter, zum das zu
zerstören, das agian... die Zeit ist gekommen zurückgebracht hat,
damit es... Sie soll piolet beendet, wie Sie Wächter taten, 2..., das
Sie für existance von den kämpfen, die richtig... sehen, wie Sie in
der Vergangenheit haben.

*Schwarzwald with utter shock on his face... enters*
We must him... the destroyer of souls and gods...
(wir müssen er... der Zerstörer von Seelen und von Göttern...)

*zeta by itself smashes through a side wall... (to where the second door lead) there is a long hall... and they begin to walk down it*

meanwhile... at rosewaters office...

Rosewater: I want you to find omega... but make it quick... that roger smith seems to be getting closer... and I don't want arrogent Michael Seebach to screw everything up... atleast not for me.
Frugal: understood...(and runs out of the office)
Rosewater(to himself): My dream will soon become a reality... unlike the others before me... I shall rise to the task... and take what should have been my family's...

Rosewater leaned back into his chair a little. A smile crossed his features as he though about the Big Omega. He picked up the CD that lay on his desk. He had been meaning to look at the information contained within it before he had been interrupted by Frugal. Rosewater pulled a small, rectangular, beige-colored object from his desk. He punched a button on the object. The top of it opened, revealing the inside to look very similar to the inside of a CD player. Rosewater placed the CD into it and closed the lid. He smiled.

The sound of a spinning CD came about. Rosewater smiled some more, “I wonder how long it will take to fully load?” As if on cue an image projected itself from the gray, rectangular object. A holographic list appeared with several listings. Rosewater touched at the image and somehow words began to scroll across it.

SEARCHING…

Several seconds later a single phrase appeared on the image. Rosewater touched at the holographic words with his finger. It passed through the image but that didn’t seem to cause any ill effects.

LOADING…

The file opened and its text was displayed. Word after word, paragraph after paragraph. Rose water rubbed his chin, pondering. He began to read the words. “Hmmm…so far this confirms everything that we already know…”

Meanwhile

Frugal stumbled through the tunnels of Paradigm. “Omega, my Omega, where are you?” He stumbled onward.

Meanwhile

Schwarzwald sat himself down inside the cockpit of Big Zeta. “So, you called for me just like Big Duo did,” he muttered to Zeta. Correct, we will work together, and destroy Omega… “So, you need my help to destroy it?” Schwarzwald realized. Yes…we were created long ago, for the purpose to destroy Omega… “We? Is there something else?” No, we are the final creation, the final amalgam of the ten guardians, the pure white Archetypes, as well as the Alpha Guardian… “Alpha Guardian…I remember that, it told me the story of the past…” Yes, we selected you to pilot us long ago, Schwarzwald, now we must wait until Omega resurfaces… Schwarzwald suddenly felt very tired…

Meanwhile

Roger pulled on his jacket and buttoned it up; he also began tying up his necktie. He walked down the hallways towards the kitchen. Dorothy had probably gone there to see if he and Schwarzwald were still talking. Roger heard some footsteps echoing down the hallway, it must be Dorothy.

Roger turned the corner in the hall and he found none other than Dorothy. “Hello, Dorothy, good to see you,” he said. “Hello, Roger,” Dorothy returned his greeting, “It’s good to see you as well. I take it that Schwarzwald has left?” “Yeah, he’s gone now,” Roger said almost happily. “You seem glad that he’s gone, why?” Dorothy asked. “To be honest,” Roger answered, “I don’t think that he really understands what is going on. Some of his explanations seem to be very imprecise.” Dorothy began to walk away, towards the sitting room, Roger followed.

“Was there something else that you wanted to ask of him?” Roger asked. “No, not really,” Dorothy sighed, “but I’m starting to become frustrated.” “You’re getting angry at everything that’s going on, right?” Roger concluded. “I think I am. It seems as though everyone coming here knows something about all of this information surrounding Big Omega, and we’re the only ones who don’t know anything about it…” Dorothy explained. Roger sighed a little, “Yeah, it seems that way. But if you’re getting frustrated because there’s nothing we can do then don’t. Because there isn’t a thing that we can do but wait for Big Omega to show up again,” Roger consoled her, “At least that’s what Isaac told me.”

Dorothy thought on that for a moment as they walked through the hallway. It was thanks to Isaac that she was what she was right now, a cyborg. Thanks to…Dorothy remembered the gifts that she had bought yesterday. “What do we do until Big Omega shows up again?” Dorothy asked Roger. “I don’t really know,” he told her. “I know a way that we can spend at least ten of those minutes,” Dorothy said. “And what would that be?” Roger asked. “Aren’t you just dieing to know what I bought you the other day?” she hinted. Roger chuckled a little, “Yeah, I guess I am! So what is it?” Dorothy laughed a little herself, “You have to wait until you open it to find out.”

:: Roger looked up at Dorothy questionably, then looked down in the bag. ::

"Dang! How much tissue paper does one present require!" Roger said.

:: Dorothy laughed at that statement and laughed as Roger threw another handful on the floor. Eventually, there was going to be an end to the paper. ::

:: Then, Roger reached the end of the paper. His eyes widened as he pulled the new video camera out of the bag. ::

"Wow!" He exclaimed, examining the equiptment in his hand and smiling.

"I knew you would like that. Men and their toys..." Dorothy said.

:: She stretched out on the couch and watched Roger play with it. Finally, he pointed the lens at Dorothy. ::

"Would you like to comment on why you purchased this, Ms. Wayneright?" Roger said, playing reporter.

:: Dorothy laughed and stood up from the couch. ::

"I bought it for you to play with because you and Isaac saved my life." She said, still laughing.

"Where's the zoom on this thing?" Roger whined.

"No!" Dorothy said, running behind the couch. "I'm camera shy!"

"But the camera loves you!" Roger said, sitting on her couch, pointing the camera up at her.

"Get that lense off of me!" Dorothy said, somewhere between embarassment and laughing.

:: Then, she grabbed the camera, jumped over the back of the couch, and pinned Rogers shoulders to the armrest. ::

"Smile."


((( Someone stop me! Trail mix is addictive!!! )))

Dorothy grinned down on Roger, “Smile.” Roger grinned a little as well, “Now you’re playing with my new toy, is that fair?” “Well, you shouldn’t have kept videoing me with it,” Dorothy explained. She pulled herself over the couch and bent down, her face almost brushing against Roger’s, “Fair is fair isn’t it?” Roger laughed, “Well I’m glad that no one knows about this. What would they say if they saw the greatest Negotiator pinned down by a girl?” “I’m sure they’d think it’s perfectly cute,” Dorothy laughed. Roger laughed too, “Well as a Negotiator I’ve learned how to always take control of a situation.” Within a second he managed to flip himself and Dorothy over, placing him on top and her on the bottom. He snatched the video camera from her hand, “Who needs to start smiling now?” Roger zoomed the camera in on her face. “Come on,” Dorothy whined, “Stop videoing me, I’m camera shy!” “Alright,” Roger conceded to her, and he put the camera down on the table. He smiled down on Dorothy and climbed off of her, “I hope that you aren’t shy of kissing, Dorothy.”

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Originally posted by The Big Omega Roger zoomed the camera in on her face. “Come on,” Dorothy whined, “Stop videoing me, I’m camera shy!” “Alright,” Roger conceded to her, and he put the camera down on the table. He smiled down on Dorothy and climbed off of her, “I hope that you aren’t shy of kissing, Dorothy.”

:: Dorothy could see something inside the camcorder grow and she knew Roger was giving her 'the close-up.' She couldn't help it. She giggled a bit. ::

"C'mon. Stop videoing me. I'm camera shy."

:: Also, very red. Roger shifted so he could get two hands on the camera. Dorothy secretly decided to steel the tape when it was full. ::

"Alright." Roger said.

:: He set the camera on the coffee table, forgetting, or perhaps purpously, not stoping the recording. Dorothy couldn't tell which. Then, he looked at her suggestively and slid off the couch. ::

"I hope you aren't shy of kissing. Where's the fun if you are." Roger said.

"Well I-"

:: To slow! Roger grabbed her wrist, yanked her off the couch, and pulled her into his open arms. Dorothy was giggling her head off. Roger was such a tease. He was having fun torturing her, and Dorothy was enjoying being the victim. She giggled into his shoulder. Then, she was kissed. And again. This time her neck. Whoa! That felt...nice. She giggled some more. Torture was fun. She'd have to get Roger more tapes next time she went out. She was giggling madly now. It tickled. She realized Roger had picked her up. Odd angle. He kissed her neck again. ::

"Knock it off! That tickles! And someone's gonna see this tape!"



((( Alright Omega. I posted it. Where's my $20! )))

The computer screen went black, as the disk finally ceased.

"So...that is all," whispered Norman. His eyes wandered to the the other disk given to him by Doctor Caelum.

Norman pulled himself out of the rubble, and painfully stood up. His eyes surveyed the area, and were pained by what he saw.

"No.." he whispered, as the young boy began to shake. "No!" he screamed, as he bent down and placed his hands on his legs. Tears fell to the ground, and they blurred Norman's eyesight.

"Mommy...daddy...sister..." he cried, as he collapsed to the ground. His house had been reduced to rubble, thanks to that...that...he didn't know what it was.

All he knew, was that it was a package...and as soon as his father had opened it...

Norman's reverie was broken as he heard a cry...the defiant cry of a baby girl.

"S...sister!" Norman yelled, as he ran towards the origin of the cry. His heart stopped as he saw his baby sister lying on top of the rubble, thankfully unhurt.

"Thank God!" Norman cried, as he picked her up and into his arms. Norman stumbled backwards from the weight, and the small boy landed on a pillow of rubble.

"Thank God you are alive..." Norman said, as tears of joy streamed down his face.

Norman took the second disk in his hand and inserted it in place of the first.

He was startled by what he saw, and his hands began to tremble.

Paragraphs of information flashed in front of him, along with pictures to go with them.

Pictures, that must have come from either Angel or Demon...

From God or Devil...

From a Past he thought he'd never remember...

Roger kissed at Dorothy’s neck, she was giggling like mad. “Knock it off! That tickles! And someone’s gonna see this tape!” Dorothy protested, though she certainly didn’t seem to dislike the situation. Roger kissed at her neck again, showing her his answer. Dorothy giggled even more. Barely able to contain herself, she kissed Roger back on his cheek. “See, you’re enjoying this just as much as I am,” he told her. Dorothy was about to respond but before she could move her lips Roger’s met hers. But unlike before he refused to break the lock. Dorothy learned quickly that this was a whole new style of kissing, and she quickly began to repeat it as well. She reached backwards and grabbed the video camera. For a couple of seconds Dorothy’s fingers fumbled for the stop button but they couldn’t find it, so she settled for knocking the camera off the table, hopefully where it couldn’t see her and Roger. They finally broke apart, Roger smiled. He was torturing Dorothy with love and she was enjoying being the victim.

Norman walked back to the main area of the mansion...too stunned by what he'd seen to think. He would need to leave this place...to digest everything. To get the answers he needed...

To see her again...

Would he be back? Perhaps so...but not yet, not now.

He must see her again...

However, as Norman walked into the main living room, he saw something he never thought he'd see.

Normally, the butler might be pleased to see how well his charges were doing. And yet...

All he could feel was an emptiness, as he realized what he, himself, had lost so long ago, and what he was forced to give up...

What he is about to give up...

He walks past the oblivious couple, and picks up the video camera. Sighing, he turns the camera off and returns it to its case. Norman then takes a paper and pencil and scribbles a short note for Roger, leaving it on the table next to the camera case. The butler then grabs a trenchcoat and hat and walks out of the mansion, his head bowed low.

"Good-bye, Master Roger..." he whispers, never looking back.

Roger and Dorothy had been too distracted to notice Norman and everything he did. They were too busy kissing and touching each other. Roger laid Dorothy back down onto the couch. They continued to kiss, any form pretext or self-control abandoned. Their minds were clouded as though they were underwater. All that mattered was the moment, the feelings. Their bodies began to function on a will of their own. They continued to kiss as Dorothy slowly reached up to Roger’s neck and undid his tie. Roger’s own hands were working behind Dorothy’s back, unbuttoning the back of her dress. Dorothy’s fingers unbuttoned Roger’s coat and he stopped his work as she slipped it off. Her fingers then began to work on his shirt as he finished the last button on her dress.

DING-DONG!

Suddenly the loud sound of the doorbell brought Roger and Dorothy to conscious thought, their modesty remembered. Roger quickly pulled himself off of Dorothy, highly embarrassed at his actions. Dorothy quickly ended her actions as well, holding the unbuttoned part of her dress on to her body. Both of their faces were a furious red.

DING-DONG!

Dorothy hastily began to re-button her dress as Roger respectfully turned away and began to fix his own clothing back to its standard form. He cleared his throat nervously, “I…uh…I’ll go get the door…” Dorothy nodded her head, embarrassed by her own actions as well.

DING-DONG!

Roger quickly tied his tie back on and began to sprint down the stairs. Dorothy nervously smoothed down her dress. She looked for the camera frantically. There it was, right in its case. Dorothy was certain that she hadn’t put it there, she’d just discarded it to the floor. Could it be possible that some one else had seen her and Roger while they were so absorbed in each other? Did Norman see them? There was a note written in Norman’s handwriting next to the case, “I guess he saw us…”

DING-DONG!

Roger came to a halt inches from the door. He quickly smoothed down his hair with his trusty comb and cleared his throat. He was extremely embarrassed about what had just happened. He had lost complete control over himself and he and Dorothy had nearly… Roger shook his head, trying to ignore those past few minutes. Fortunately the vibrant red on his face had faded. He opened the door.

Standing there were two people that Roger couldn’t have expected, Isaac and Angel. They had obviously been through some hell of events since the last time that he’d seen them. Isaac’s already some-what threadbare clothes were almost ripped to shreds, his shirt had a large hole in the middle, and his clothes were stain by some foul-looking cobalt blue substance. Angel’s pink skirt was dirty and tattered and there were some black streaks on it. Her pink top was torn and stained some too. She had bruises around her neck as well.

“Hello, Roger Smith,” Angel addressed the Negotiator. “Hello Angel, hello Isaac,” Roger addressed each one of them in turn, “What the hell happened to you two and why are you here?” “Long story,” Angel passed off, “just show me to the bathroom, I need a shower bad.” Isaac remained stoic.