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|  | Exploration: Lesson learned. « Thread Started on May 3, 2007, 6:50am » | |
Great blankets of fog and mist covered the dense, populated forest area, seeming to forever chill the home of many digimon. Yet, trees, shrubs and other strange plants continued to thrive. As did the digimon, and their predators, that lived there.Above from a birds eye view, the forest was as white as the freezelands. Below, a massive palette of greens, purples, pinks, reds, blacks, and of course... still more white. Up in a brachia tree, its twisting branches and trunk making it impossible to tell whether it's one tree or two, sat a remarkable figure. A great, armored dragon-type digimon, clad in evil armour of void and gold. A huge Grey chestplate of chrome digizoid covered his weak spot, bound together with dull ropes, made from the same egg he was hatched in. Beautiful ivory claws extended to below the branch as the figure was crouched in a slight sleep, arms dangling over the edge of the tree. A awkward position, but never the less, Grey seemed comfy. Eyespace was completely jet black, as Grey snoozed on in the comfort of the forest, wondering in his sub-conscious whether Zahur was actually coming to the digital world or not.
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|  | Re: Exploration: Lesson learned. « Reply #1 on May 3, 2007, 7:15am » | |
Meanwhile, In the real world some 200 odd megabytes away...
"Oh come ON!" screamed a infuriated digidestined, as she punched the computer screen hard. "ZAHUR!" The nearby teacher yelled, Mister King. King was not your average, let-you-get-away-with-things teacher. Oh, no. He was your average, obese, grumpy, self-centered I.T. teacher. "What in the hell have I told you/" Zahur was silent. "Exactly. If you break that screen, your paying' the two hundred dollars to get it fixed!" Zahur snorted behind his back. More like three dollars. This thing was a piece of crap anyway. Slowly turning the screen away from the teachers eye view, she began to once again attempt to hack into Yggdrasil. 'God damn it, why couldn't Grey just come through the screen and drag me in?' She raged, whispering. 'It'd save alot on my brain and memory space...' Five more attempts. Still no luck. Zah fingered her digivice to remind her to keep trying. But then she felt something on top of the digivice... what felt like, almost a USB port. She yanked it off of her belt. It was a USB port. Perfect. Plugging the digivice into her computer, she exported the programme into her account on the schools mainframe. Now all she had to do was create a password (security reasons, you understand.), then double click on the icon. She typed her password: 'Grey! Warp digivolve!' before moving the cursor over the icon, her hand shaking. What if it didn't work? One way to find out... Replacing her digivice on her belt, she double clicked. Click click. Nothing. "NOTHING? NOTHING BLOODY HAPPENED?" she shouted out loud as she booted the computer. "THATS IT!" Mr.King, squeezed himself out of his chair, beetroot faced. "I'VE HAD..." He was stopped short in sheer terror as Zahur was sucked into the computer screen, the programme self logging off, the portal closing. Zahur was coming home.
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|  | Re: Exploration: Lesson learned. « Reply #2 on May 3, 2007, 7:23am » | |
A strange, tingling sensation passed over Zahurs body, a kind of queasy, excitement feeling as she felt her own flesh twist and bubble, turning into data. Below her she could see a huge birds eye view of the digiworld, a massive planet of blues, yellows, greens, whites and greys. Mainly blue however. "Just like earth..." she mused, before hitching a ride on the datastream closest to Grey's location. Getting to the datastream wasn't easy. You had to literally swim through the air to get at the data stream, a black stream of zeros and ones that became invisible and nigh un-detectable once entering the digiworlds atmosphere. One finger had to touch the stream, before she was dragged along at over roughly one hundred and twenty kilometres an hour. "AHHH! MAKE IT STOOOOP!" She screamed, frightening the birds inside of the forest as she zoomed closer and closer to the data streams deposit point. One of Grey's eyes opened wearily as his ears picked up the scream coming from nowhere. Using his connection to the digivice, he pinpointed exactly where she was gonig to land. He didn't even move. "Three... two... one..." he murmured, before letting out a yelp and a groan as Zahur thumped ontop of his metal crainium housing. "hat goddman hurt!" yelled Grey as he plucked Zahur off of his head. "How do you think I feel?" Zahur moaned as she rubbed her aching head. "Now what was it you wanted to show me?" ((The rest is coming soon, g2g to bed now DDx))
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