Roleplay: Cyberfusion

Polaris followed Damien's blade with his eyes as it was brought down with tremendous force upon the hacker, promptly slicing him in two and crashing into the ground beneath him. He watched as the image of the hacker slowly blurred and began to dissolve in a shimmering array of green swhispy lights, the expression on his face frozen in the midst of a grimace fading away into nothingness.

"Yeah, the administrators will investigate the cause of death," Polaris spoke to the group, "Death in the Cyber World is as serious as real death, because when you die, your identity is gone, and you have to go through a long procedure just to re-enter the Cyber World and with nothing, so it's like re-birth as a completely new person. I suspect we will hear from administrators soon, specifically you Damien, but hey, I think the word of 5 or 6 people is more than enough, eh? Hacker scum"

Polaris hit his wrist and he was back in his regular clothing again; he did not want to waste his Battle-Mode energy going idle like that. The rain now became a downpour that completely dulled his senses; he couldn't feel anything but the cold wetness seeping onto his clothing, running in rivlets down his pants. He kicked his feet to get some of the water out, and waved his arms downwards, more to play with the water than anything.

Suddenly Polaris noticed a red stain on the shoulder of his white shirt. "What the-...?" He inspected the stain with his hand; it was blood, but it was not his. "Anyone here hurt?" Polaris's eyes scanned the group, but spotted no-one who was severely injured. This blood had to come from somewhere, he thought, possibly the hacker? But no, no it couldn't have been, that slice of Damien's was a clean one. Polaris looked up, squinting in the rain, holding up his hand to sheild his eyes from the raindrops.

He managed to get a quick glance of something purple or pink waving around on the roof of the tall building, but nothing more, for a raindrop had fallen squarely in his eye, causing him to quickly lower his face and rub his eyes.
"Ahh man, come on let's go.. we can worry about being followed later, we still need to get to Nichole's... not much farther now, just a few more alleys and we're out of this street. Come on."

And Polaris led the way again, going out of this small enclosed square and into more dank alleys where the rain was a little less strong due to the closeness of the buildings to each other. He stepped carefully, navigating his footsteps through trash, cardboard boxes, discarded tin cans, and random thrown objects. Polaris took his blue ponytail in his hands and squeezed the water out of it, throwing it back again and keeping his eyes peeled.

The hacker was, quite basically, the very least of the problems they could have run into.

This is a test guys... and we'll wait for Flower. She's coming back, she and Water Wolf



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Shizuka tisked and sheathed his sword, he was in a foul mood. The rain still persisted, causing the slimy, ally walls to run with a rusty muck. The gang began to move again, following Polaris down the dark, watery allies. Shizuka, again, was bringing up the back, keeping watchful eyes as they passed under shadowy awnings and turned uncertain corners. As they walked, everyone seemed uneasy, or on guard and kept exceptionally quiet. This, Shizuka rather liked and tried to take it in as much as it would last, for he knew as soon as they got to where they were going, the silence would instantly shatter and he would have to put up with the annoying voices and idiotic actions once more.

Damien stared down at the ground for a while, the long second that had fallen between the time Shizuka had spoken and now seemed to have lasted months in his own mind, a simple glitch of the normally flawless system, he guessed.

It was time that they finished here and caught up on their mission, they were wasting time.

"He's a hacker, he gets what he deserves.", Damien said, spinning around to bring down his heavy sword and cleave the man in two. The image of the man cringed before the sword as it cut straight through him. The body shifted out of the system with a crackle of static and was gone.

Were it real life, he would have acted differently, but in here, dying simply meant loosing your identity, a fate far worse for a hacker trying to build up a reputation than it sounded to normal people.

Damien shifted his weapon onto his back, fastening the clips as it slid into place and turned towards the end of the street. "Any longer, and we may as well have joined him." He started to walk towards the street-light lit pavement, glancing back at the wounded companion to make sure she was alright as he walked.