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 No.2829

>Date: September 6th, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City - Central Park
>Time: 5:40am

>Leaves rustle in the Sanctuary City park as a twilit breeze calmly brings in the start of the first light of the day, announcing the beginning of a long process of brightening to indicate the day to come.

>With the sun still below the horizon, the park itself is empty besides those who have little better to do in the early hours of the morning, creating an illusion of a peaceful lake of grass, occasionaly interrupted by a tree swaying.

>Then, like a drop of water disturbing a puddle, the peace of the park is rent asunder as space seems to fold in on itself over the grass, pulling the ground up in the air for a moment and causing several objects to float upwards before they suddenly slam back to the ground, twisted and bent into odd shapes.

>In the centre of the chaos, an odd mass without a mass floats, its form constantly shifting and changing.

 No.2830

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>>2829
>Time: 7:10am

>As the sun rises over Sanctuary City, a MRD captain arrives at the park, being greeted by the odd sight of MRD officers facing off against a line of armed soldiers, their faces completely covered by their black uniforms. Looking on, a crowd of people has lined up to see what exactly is happening.

>Behind the line of soldiers, a small encampment has been built up around the mysterious object, blocking off visibility of it to the outside world.

>Approaching one of his officers, the captain is appraised of the situation.

"They arrived before us, sir, and refused to answer our questions, we would have acted ourselves but their leader asked to speak to someone higher ranking than me, he even quoted code. . ."

"Don't worry about it, kid, I'll handle it from here."

>The captain gives his junior a pat on the shoulder to reassure him, and then walks past him, making sure to keep an escort as he walks over to the man identified as the leader of the other group, a tall man with reflective shades covering his eyes.

>As he approaches, the captain hears some of the man's conversation with his subordinate, a thin, weedy man with a badge indicating his position as a scientific advisor.

". . .Dr Anderson's algorithm worked perfectly, this occurred exactly where he predicted, it's just a shame that he couldn't. . ."

"Indeed, he was an old friend. . ."

>As the MRD captain gets closer, the tall man turns to look at him.

"Ah, captain, you arrived just on time."

"Would you mind explaining what's going on here?"

"Top secret, unfortunately, under the OSA, but you can be assured that it doesn't involve Meta-Humans, so it's not yours to worry about."

>The man looks at the crowd forming.

"Personally I'd be more concerned about the crowd forming."

"You can't just-"

"I can, as per UN Charter, chapter VII, under the permission of the Security Council. You're free to escalate this to your director, if you wish, but he'll receive the same response, so there's little need to right now. Do keep him informed though."

>The MRD Captain stutters for a second, then looks the man up and down, his thoughts on the matter seemingly changing as he does, and then steps back.

"I. . . understand, best to make sure this doesn't get out of hand. . ."

>The Captain steps away, leaving the man and his conversation partner.

"You have such an odd way with words, Major."

"Dr Anderson used to say the same. Now, I don't think this should bring any sort of reprisal from that sort. . ."

 No.2831

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>>2830
>Location: Sanctuary City - Financial District

>An explosion rocks the street and money flies out from the front of a back, a man with bleached white hair stepping out behind it, his arms outstretched triumphantly and dramatically.

"Rise! Rise my minions! With the pathetic Meta-Human Response Division distracted with events on the other side of the city, the time for the new world order has come!"

>The bills land on the ground, then group together to form the silhouettes of people, which then begin cheering alongside the man before starting to break things around the street, occasionally bringing them to the man, who nods and touches them in a way akin to a priest blessing someone, the process of which causes the objects to turn into paper and join the ranks of the man's pulp-based army.

 No.2832

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>>2831
>Particles of air slowly begin to spark, rising in temperature to the point of ionization - small pockets of the air begin to turn into spheres of hot orange flame.

>The flaming spheres then rush forward - colliding with the monetary silhouettes, burning them up into flames as they fall to the ground. The silhouettes are still moving, slowly, as they convulse rapidly on the floor.

"I'm sure that's FDIC insured. At least, hopefully it is."

>A figure in black and white robes seemingly appears from above - lowering himself down to the streets below with a radiant display of incandescence. The flames around his feet carry him further down - until he lands on the floor, where they subside.

"So you're the opportunist running around while the cops are busy with the actual big stuff then, right?"

>The figure's bright blue flames wrap around his seemingly pale white mask - generating larger plumes of heat while he does so.

 No.2833

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>>2832
>The man steps slightly as his "soldiers" burn, his mouth agape, then recomposes himself.

"I am no mere opportunist! I am the herald of the new world order, Bargasse! Soon all will obey me!"

>Bargasse touches one of the pillars of the bank, causing it all to turn to paper, and the former stonework begins lurching forward, apparently maintaining most of its weight.

>As the pillar begins its march, Bargasse sprints over and touches another pillar, repeating the process.

"Fear my behemoths of sheet!"

>Bargasse laughs maniacally.

 No.2834

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>>2833
>Matrix looks over to the side, seeing the other pillar as it's transmuted into a large money structure.

"Well, you're ambitious at least. That's good. I think?"

>Holding out his gloved hand - Matrix generates another plume of flames from his palm - creating a massive conflagration that immolates the first pillar.

>He then repeats the process by aiming his palm at the second pillar - before burning it as well.

"If that's all, then are you ready give up? Because if not? I can burn a few more hours on this."

>Matrix then shrugs, as his blue flames intensify above his head.

"Not sure if you can though."

 No.2835

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>>2834
"I AM THE GOD OF THE NEW WORLD!"

>Bargasse touches the ground, turning a load of it into paper - including the ground below Index.

>Once he's satisfied with the amount of paper around Matrix, Bargasse shoves his hand up, forming a fist that is soon copied by the paper.

>As the paper goes to grasp at Matrix, a piercing screech echoes through the air, coming from the other end of the city. The sound seeming to carry feelings of loneliness and pain within it that run their way through Matrix's index and into his body.

>Bargasse, meanwhile, seems completely oblivious to the sound despite its apparent volume.

 No.2836

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>>2835
>Matrix looks annoyed as the paper mass reaches towards him.

"Man, if I had a nickel for every time a wannabe supervillain said that-"

>Suddenly, Matrix feels a surge of shock move through his body - as he reflexively bursts out a massive plume of flame.

"GYARGH!!"

>Although he successfully destroys the paper construct, Matrix still falls to the ground, stunned and bringing a hand up to his glowing mask. Still in pain, he convulses briefly as he shouts:

"What the hell!??! What's…happening….to…me?!?!"

 No.2837

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>>2836
"Huh. . ."

>Bargasse looks confused for a second, before laughing triumphantly.

"Ha HA! See, you too are affected by my immense power! Bow to me, and I shall grant you a place in the new hierarchy!"

 No.2838

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>>2837
>Suddenly, a voice comes out from behind Bargasse.

"Oh, you're still talking, then?"

>As Bargasse turns around, a hand grabs onto his shoulder as he begins screaming in pain.

>Bright lights arc around Bargasse's body, a form of supernatural energy crackling around him - before he's then vaporized in an instant. As only ashes remain, a woman in a powered armor then scoffs.

"Hmmph. Nobody will miss you it seems."

>Still on the floor, Matrix groans as he rubs his eyes, muttering.

"What……"

>Looking up - he then sees the visage of Termina standing over him, as he then remains silent.

"……."

>There's an air of silence between the two, before Termina says:

"So you're Ashe's little toy. Cute."

>Startled, Matrix quickly gets back up onto his feet - reflexively generating a plume of fire around his right hand as he holds it up.

"Hey! You stay back! I know what you've done, and I know what you can do!"

>Sighing, Termina places a hand to her helmet as she scoffs.

"If I wanted you dead, I could've found a hundred different ways to do it, watch boy."

 No.2839

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>>2838
>Looking down at his hand instinctively, Matrix then looks back up at the woman, stating:

"Yeah well….I uh….Um…..You know what, never mind."

>Lowering his hand, Matrix then focuses his mind. A blue light then envelops him, before he's back in his standardized Matrix armor.

"So why are you here anyways? Don't tell me you're following me now?"

>Matrix says, looking somewhat panicked as Termina places a hand on her hip.

"You? Please. You're not my type."

>Gesturing at the pile of ashes on the floor, she then continues:

"I was just in the area, and I saw you fumbling the ball against most irrelevant of D listers. Good job, by the way."

>Muttering, Matrix then looks down at the Index as he says:

"Yeah well, not all of us can insta-win a fight just with a touch."

>Matrix then starts cycling through data files on the Index watch, seemingly looking over an overview of potential life form samples.

"Oh, so that's how it works. You turn a dial and you become someone else? That's interesting."

>Holding out a hand with a playful and suggestive motion, Termina says:

"Maybe I can find some use for you after all~."

>Matrix then backs up again, as Termina places her hand back at her side.

"Just having a bit of fun. Don't you worry. I'd rather not piss off Ashe too much."

>Matrix then gives Termina a long, hard look behind his helmet - before looking back down at his Index. As he continues cycling through data, he then thinks:

{"Why could I hear that scream just now, but not Bargasse? Do I have telepathy now or something? Is my hearing better? What was that?!"}

>Matrix continues cycling through data files in the Index, attempting to find something that could explain the occurrence. Meanwhile, Termina walks past Matrix - looking around the street.

"Anything else you needed to do here? Or are you just panicking on command now?"

>She says, a feeling of obvious amusement in her voice.

 No.2840

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>>2839
>A second piercing sound echoes around the area, this time carrying the same "feelings" as before, but also giving Matrix feelings of being incomplete and homesick. To accompany the sound, the Index starts moving through the data files faster, stopping as it ends up on one of the selections.

>As before, the sound seems to only be audible to Matrix, but to add further issues, it erodes at the edges of his consciousness, seemingly trying to force him to sleep.

 No.2841

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>>2840
>Matrix looks back at Termina, trying to speak. As he brings his hands to his head, he then shouts:

"Ack! Something's trying to…."

>Falling on his knees, Matrix then shouts:

"Something's trying to get into my head! Agh! It's so…..overwhelming!"

>Barely able to keep conscious, he then screams to Termina:

"Go get Arachnid and Arachne! Mosaic if you have to! They can stop this! ARGGHHH!!!"

>Matrix screams once more as he then falls to the ground - unconscious.

>Confused, Termina looks at the unconscious body of Matrix, before saying:

"….Well shit. I guess you weren't kidding. Damnit…."

>Snapping her fingers, Termina summons a psionic Shade that begins hovering beside her. Harboring powerful psionic abilities, the Shade waits for Termina's first command.

"You heard what I did. Give a notice to Arachnid. His friend's out of commission, and this ain't my problem."

>The psionic Shade nods and it begins emanating a powerful psionic signal - a telepathic message across the city to its intended target.

>All the while, Termina is standing in place, arms crossed as she waits for Matrix to react.

>In preparation for the worst, Termina snaps her fingers again, as she summons 4 more Shades, each with various powers to protect her, if need be.

>All the while, the Index on Matrix's wrist begins to glow brightly - a luminescent blue radiance quickly flowing out from the central aperture of the device.

 No.2842

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>>2841
>Location: ???

>An endless expanse forms under Matrix's feet as he's dragged into an unknown place. In the distance, clouds of dust roil and shift, with light escaping from the occasionally.

>As the space settles below him, an odd feeling of the space itself looking at him permeates the region, which then seems to shift into feelings of curiosity, and then the previous feeling of loneliness.

 No.2844

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>>2842
>Matrix tries to get his bearings as he looks around - staring into the seemingly endless void. Confused, he then says to himself:

"What the hell did I get myself into?"

>Looking around, Matrix then looks down at his wrist - to see the Index not being there.

>Instead, it's his normal wrist, as part of his engineering suit. He then notices his hair, and then says:

"….Unless I did something beyond what I expected….I'm probably doing something with my mind here. I guess my body's still intact somewhere else."

>Sighing in irritation, Jericho then starts walking forward - attempting to get a better view of his surroundings.

>As he does so, he can feel a sense of emptiness and paranoia gnawing away in his mind, almost like something else is inside of his body.

"….Oh no. This has to do with the Index, doesn't it?"

>He says to himself, reflexively and with a sense of trepidation building up further inside of him there.

 No.2845

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>>2844
>The space around Matrix seems to keep a cautious distance to him, carefully "observing" him until he mentions the Index, at which point it seems to get more oppressive, wrapping itself around him before backing off, realising that the item isn't present on him.

>The space then "feels" like it's "questioning" him, one of the dust clouds forming into a vague shape that almost looks like Matrix himself making the item in question, as if to ask if he made it.

 No.2848

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>>2845
>Jericho uses his superhuman intelligence to discern the subtleties in the spatial distortion's behavior. As he then looks at the dust formation, he then states:

"No, I didn't. I honestly have no idea who made the device, and I'm not sure what you want from me either."

>After a few more seconds, he then further puts his intelligence to use, asking:

"….You're trapped in the Index's data codon stream, aren't you? You're not just a transformation, you're a sentient being."

 No.2850

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>>2848
>The intelligence in the space retreats for a second, the dust clouds returning to their default swirling pattern for a few moments, the space apparently "processing" Jericho's response.

>Then, the space twists again, some of the dust heading towards Jericho's wrist, where it wraps itself around, while the rest remains as it was before, a vague link forming between the two, indicating the intelligence's existence in both locations at once.

>The dust then retreats again, this time shifting into a vague image of the park in Sanctuary City.

 No.2852

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>>2850
>Immediately inferring the wishes of the spatial distortion, Jericho then says out loud:

"If I do that, I'd essentially be bringing you back into existence - as whatever you're supposed to be."

>Looking down at his wrist, before turning to face the image of the park in Sanctuary City, Jericho then says:

"I know now, that you weren't intentionally put in the Index. Whatever you are, you seem to maintain your consciousness across separate points in existence."

>Sighing, Jericho then says:

"…Likely a quantum entanglement effect then? Whatever the reason, I can help you - so long as you promise to not cause any trouble once you're free. Alright?"

>He's silent for a moment, before he continues speaking.

"I'm risking a lot by just letting you out of the Index; well, by letting this part of your conscious being out of the Index. So make it count then."

>Jericho says - staring at the spatial distortion before him, expecting a response.

 No.2854

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>>2852
>The dust remains still for a moment, then sends a tendril out to Jericho's wrist, pulling at it to indicate that it requires the Index closer for the process, then pulls away, giving the same confused silence as before over Jericho's questions about trouble.

>Then, after a few moments, the intelligence appears to come to an understanding of what Jericho is saying, and the entire space starts burning for a few moments, falling apart at the seems.

>Then, as suddenly as it began, the destruction stops, everything having returned to as it was before, although slightly changed.

 No.2855

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>>2854
>Nodding, Jericho then says:

"Alright then. If everything's settled, then I'll do it. I'm kind of going to need my mind back in my body though."

>Crossing his arms inside of the mindscape, Jericho then says:

"So the sooner you can do that? The sooner I can reunite you with….yourself? I suppose?"

 No.2856

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>>2855
>The space doesn't respond for a few moments, the intelligence behind it clearly confused by Jericho's request again.

>The intelligence takes a few long moments and then the image of a human body forms in the dust as if asking what it is.

 No.2858

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>>2856
>Jericho raises up his left hand - the one that usually has the Index fused to it.

"I'm gonna need to use the Index if you want me to help you out. The Index isn't here obviously, so just do the opposite of what you did to get me…..here. Wherever this place is."

>Jericho says, motioning around for a few moments.

"If not, I think the Master Control system will kick in, and detect that my mind isn't exactly where it should be. Give or take in a minute."

>Standing in place, Jericho looks around, bored as he then says:

"Either put my consciousness back in my body, or the Index will do it for me."

 No.2860

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>>2858
>The space seems even more confused about the concept, and the dust wraps itself around Jericho's wrist again for a moment.

>Suddenly, the dust scatters as Jericho is ripped away and pulled out of the space in an experience almost like a toy being taken out of a toybox by a child and dumped unceremoniously in a different location, the "dumping" location in this case being his original body.

 No.2864

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>>2860
"…ello? Still awake, watch boy?"

>The haziness of Matrix's vision slowly clears up, as his hearing does as well. Now recognizing Termina's voice, he slowly looks around as he's still on the ground.

"Wha….What? Am I back?"

>Slowly rising to his feet, he then sees Termina still crossing her arms, speaking:

"What do you mean 'back'? You weren't even out for a minute."

>Craning her head to the side, Termina then gives Matrix an amused laugh, saying:

"Did you lose your sense of time after your little panic attack?"

>Shooting Termina a glare, Matrix then says:

"Just keep your distance. I've gotta do something."

>Matrix then looks down at his Index, as a bright blue light begins to pulsate from the central aperture once more.

"Well that's new….."

>Pressing down on the face plate of the device - a bright blue light then envelops Matrix. As the light subsides, he's then once again standing in place - only changed.

"What the…"

>Looking around, Matrix notices a black and red body suit with gloves, along with a navy blue tail protruding from his back. Bewildered, he then notices bangs of dark blue hair in front of his eyes.

>Tapping the back of his ears instinctively, he then remarks.

"…What am I? An elf? What even is this-"

>Then suddenly, Matrix disappears within a large plume of bright red smoke - charred flames appearing as the residual indicator of his presence.

"Where'd you go?!"

>Ciara says in confusion.

 No.2865

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>>2864
>After a few seconds, another plume of red smoke and fire appears in front of Termina.

"Ack!"

>Matrix then appears on the floor - as the red smoke and flames disappear. Gasping in terror, Matrix then slowly rises to his feet - attempting to get his bearings.

"The light and the sand. It was so much…..Even the Sphinx was…"

>Blinking in bewilderment, Termina then says:

"….Sphinx? Did you just go to Egypt?"

>Nodding quickly, Matrix raises a gloved hand - for Termina to notice less digits than usual.

"So that settles it. This watch of yours is a roulette machine. Didn't know it could make you a fantasy character either."

>Groaning, Matrix then says:

"That doesn't matter. I've gotta get to the park. There's a spatial distortion there - and I have a feeling it's responsible for what I'm dealing with."

>Turning around to leave, Matrix hears Termina speak up.

"Don't you want me tagging along?"

>Matrix then looks over his shoulder, stating:

"Do what you want. I don't really care, Ciara. I've got stuff to do. Places to be."

>With that, Matrix focuses on the appearance of the park - from the spatial distortion's dust replica. In that moment, he can visualize the area of the park around him, in real time; seemingly bringing himself to its location mentally.

"Here goes."

>He then takes a deep breath, and then wills his powers to activate - causing him to disappear in a flash of fire and brimstone.

 No.2868

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>>2865
>Location: Sanctuary City - Residential Sector - Park
>Time: 7:25 AM

>Matrix appears in a cloud of red flames - as he assumes a crouching position on top of a building overlooking the Central Park area of the city.

>Seeing the MRD contingent below, he also notices some personnel in all black armor who are further into the area - where the distortion is.

"That's new. I bet those guys aren't Meta-Human related. Which tells me this is probably paranatural in nature. Great."

>Still crouching on the edge of the rooftop, a few seconds pass. Then, Matrix's tail involuntarily waggles back and forth, almost serving as a sixth sense.

"Just come on out, Ciara. I know you're there."

>Groaning, Matrix remains crouched as he hears footsteps. After a few moments, Termina is standing on the edge of the rooftop beside him. However, she leans onto the protective railing - while Matrix remains crouched on top of it.

"Ooohhh~. That fancy new transformation of yours makes you quite the perceptive elf~."

>Rolling his eyes, Matrix then says:

"Do you have to follow me everywhere?"

>Termina shrugs.

"You suggested it, not me."

>Sighing, Matrix then points a finger down to the scene below.

"The place is crawling with those guys in black armor. The MRD people I get, but the fact that those guys are here too? Tells me-"

>Termina interjects, watching the scene as she responds immediately.

"That they're paranatural boogeymen in black. What? I'm not just a pretty face, you know."

>Rolling his eyes once more, Matrix then adjusts his crouching position, saying:

"I'm gonna go try and move straight to the spatial distortion - but you're gonna need to cover for me. I know this is gonna suck but….you're gonna need to bring some criminals over here or something."

>Termina begins to smile wildly behind her mask as she states:

"Oh I have just the diversion~."

 No.2869

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>>2868
>A few minutes later, the entirety of the MRD force, surrounding Central Park - is now in direct conflict with a horde of Brigadier criminals.

"What the- I thought they were in lockup for processing?!"

>A MRD trooper kicks away a nearby Brigadier, before blasting them with a stun blast from their rifle.

"Probably another breakout from a nearby caravan! Damned security on those things is utter shit! I told HQ we needed a new R&D budget for those pieces of-"

>The lead MRD lieutenant on the field is then tackled from behind by another Brigadier - only for said Brigadier to be kicked out of the way by a figure in black.

"Oh, it's you. Terror Spider, right?"

>The figure in black rolls their eyes behind their milky white lenses - contrasting sharply with the midnight black cloth of their costume.

"….Tarantula. You should know your spiders, Chief."

>Tarantula says as he punches another Brigadier in the face from behind, backhanding them with his fist without even looking.

"How'd this even happen anyways? I thought you guys were the best in the business at detaining Meta-Humans."

>The MRD lieutenant picks up his rifle and begins firing stun blasts at other Brigadiers - as more of them start seemingly piling up.

"No idea. Honestly, we're in the dark, just as much as you. All of a sudden, they just got here!"

>Tarantula then fires off a burst of webbing from the white patch on his hand, ensnaring a set of about a dozen Brigadiers in it.

"Well then, chalk it up to either bad luck…."

>A Brigadier with bone protrusions similar to Thrasher then rushes them both - only for Tarantula to swiftly move towards the figure with blinding speed.

>Tarantula then spins at an almost imperceptible speed, before drop kicking the Brigadier in the face with the spin kick - shattering a series of their bone protrusions and slamming them down to the ground with the boot of their heel onto the pavement.

"….Or sabotage. Take your pick."

>Tarantula then kicks the Brigadier in the face - knocking them out on the floor, as Tarantula turns back towards the remaining Brigadiers, all startled and now terrified of his presence.

"Why the long stares? The fun's just starting."

>Tarantula then rushes down the Brigadiers as he continues curbstomping them - all the while the MRD's entire attention is diverted away from the anomalous distortion.

 No.2871

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>>2869
>A plume of smoke appears directly in front of the spatial distortion - as the rest of the personnel are distracted by the full scale assault started by the Brigadiers in Central Park.

>With MRD officials focusing on the evacuation efforts - the increasing danger of the situation has likely forced most operating personnel to retreat to safety perimeters outside of the park. This leaves an opening for Matrix to appear.

>As he does so, Matrix looks over the distortion in space-time more carefully, narrowing his fully gold eyes as he mutters under his breath:

["What are you anyways? What is this?"]

>Reaching out to the distortion, Matrix then immediately transforms back into his standard armored self.

"What the?! I didn't mean for that to - GYAARRGGHHH!!!!"

>Matrix then starts screaming in pain, as the Index on his hand begins to glow with a radiant blue light. It begins pulsating and glowing with a luminescence that is almost unrivaled - beginning to envelop the spatial distortion itself…..

"Whatever you're doing?! It better be worth it! ARRRGGHHHH!!!!!"

>Matrix shouts as he screams in pain - the glowing blue light of the Index reaching a luminosity that shouldn't even be physically possible. The energy output of the Index also begins to increase immensely, as it begins resonating with the spatial distortion effect.

 No.2873

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>>2871
>As the intensity of the light increases, the anomaly pulses, its surface constantly shifting at a faster and faster rate.

>Behind Matrix, however, the space rips open violently, revealing a dark rift to somewhere else. After a few seconds, two figures step out. One of them, a woman, wears a mask covering the top half of her face, save for one spot for a single eye to look through at the centre. The other one, meanwhile keeps his face uncovered, and looks around nonchalantly.

>After cautiously surveying the area, trying to avoid getting blinded by the light, the woman speaks up.

"You know, Mason, hon, when you said there was something that you could do your whole routine on to make you way more powerful here, I was expecting, like, a weird animal or something, not some screaming guy and a bright light."

>The man says nothing in response to the woman's comment, only looking around, apparently unfazed by the light, before stepping forward and leaning over to quietly speak into Matrix's ear.

"Thank you. . . it's more powerful than it first appeared. . ."

 No.2875

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>>2873
>Groaning, Matrix then says out loud:

"Ugh, it's you dipshits! Can't the Meta Human Alliance go one day without ruining the moment?!"

>Matrix then grabs Mason by the shirt with his free arm - glaring at him.

"Whatever's in there? You're not getting it. Unless you go through me first!"

>In his mind, Matrix is thinking:

["Could really use some help right about now, Termina. Seriously…."]

 No.2877

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>>2875
>The man directs his full attention at Matrix, a wide grin spreading across his face, earnign a sigh from the woman.

"Play nice, Mason. . ."

>Still grinning, the man brings his arm back, the limb expanding into a much more muscular form as it does, and then brings it down on Matrix's helmet with a sudden increase in force.

>Groaning, the woman tries to move as far away from the light as she can.

"Ugh, why do we never go anywhere that my babies like. . ."

>Finding the darkest spot possible, the woman rubs her hands together then pulls them apart, revealing a growing mushroom in her left palm as her hands separate. Once she's satisfied with the size, she looks at it endearingly.

"Go cause a bit more chaos outside, you cutie patootie you."

>The woman blows on the mushroom, causing a sudden burst of spores to explode from it spreading in every possible direction, but focusing in particular on the best way out.

 No.2881

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>>2877
>Matrix is then hit immediately with the force of a semi truck - nearly taking his head clean off.

>Only due to the attosecond reactions of the Index, does it activate in time to save Matrix's life. It immediately transforms him - covering his body with a bright blue light as he's knocked away.

>Landing on the ground, the bright blue light fades away - revealing a figure in sleek black armor with glowing blue light accents covering his body. The helmet of the figure is entirely black, with the same number of small blue lines tracing across its surface slowly.

"I never wanted to try that out myself - so thanks for doing it for me, asshole."

>Immediately, Matrix shifts space around him, duplicating himself, as the duplicate sprints forward at supernatural speeds.

>While doing so, the duplicate then duplicates itself twice - the first duplicate then spinning around the second duplicate - before throwing it at Mason.

>As the second duplicate connects its foot with Mason, it charges up an electrical blast - powerful enough to rupture the ground. For good measure, the duplicate then kicks Mason in the face with a 180 reversal maneuver - before flipping back towards its counterparts.

 No.2883

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>>2881
>The remaining Matrix clones then look over their opponents, scanning them carefully.

"The mushrooms, look!"

"I see it. I see it. Calm down."

"What about- Wait a minute."

>Duplicating three more times, the new Matrix duplicates then speak.

"Alright, I'll handle them."

"Careful, rapidly multiplying spores. Vacuum would work."

"Don't have a vacuum effect duplicate with us right now."

"Well, I've got time bubbles. Rapid aging might work."

"Alright, come on."

>Holding out his hand, the Matrix clone with the temporal distortion power takes said hand - and then speeds off, with large bubbles of temporal distortion starting to be created around the mushrooms - attempting to trap them in place.

>Looking back at Mason and the woman, the 4 remaining Matrix clones then say:

"Lobotomite. That'll make things difficult."

"Any ideas?"

"Divide and conquer."

"What about the distortion?"

"Distortion later. MHA assholes now."

 No.2885

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>>2883
>The woman watches the Matrix clone shoot off, and then tuts and shakes her head.

"Wow, you don't care at all about killing lovely children. . ."

>Mason grins again, spitting out some blood.

"Let me fight him."

"Mason, hon, this was meant to be a quick thing, unless you think you can beat him in, like, twenty seconds, we've got to leave before the He decides we're not worth it anymore. . ."

>Lobotomite pouts.

". . .and then I wouldn't be able to see my honerybunch anymore."

>Staring Matrix down, Mason thinks for a moment and then points at him.

"Get stronger, we'll fight again, and then I'll add you to me."

>A new rip in space opens up behind the two, and Lobotomite gives Matrix a wave as Mason silently slips away into it.

"Ciao for now, 'Matrix', be sure to thank your boss for all the good work he does in helping our Master."

>Lobotomite skips backwards, giving Matrix a courtesy.

"Oh, and stop putting those horrible chemicals in the water treatment, you're hurting my babies when you do that. . ."

>The rip in space closes around Lobotomite, ending the brief interlude.

 No.2886

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>>2885
>The Matrix clones look at each other in confusion.

"What."

"Don't ask. Just focus."

"He's right. The space-time distortion."

"Better be worth this."

>The Matrix clones then wait for their 2 counterparts to return at superhuman speeds. As they do so, they all then flash with light - merging back into the original Matrix.

>Then, Matrix turns his attention to the distortion and assumes a thinking position.

{"…..I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this. The entity inside of the Index more or less said that they'd need to get in close proximity. Well now they've got it."}

>Matrix then looks up at the distortion once more, and thinks to himself:

{"Do I need to trigger a response from the distortion somehow? I might need to use Rho to analyze its structure more effectively. Lambda has that potential, but the randomized nature of its powers won't be effective honestly."}

 No.2887

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>>2886
>Once Matrix has returned to one form, the mass pulses with energy, a light building up within it with increasing intensity as the transformed man thinks.

>After a few moments, a stream of energy violently whips out of the mass, wrapping itself around Matrix's wrist and somehow managing to dig itself in despite the lack of physical presence.

>Once it's neatly wrapped around his wrist, the energy starts pulsing, each pulse travelling from Matrix's wrist to the main mass, the light inside of the mass increasing with intensity each time until its blinding even to Matrix's shielded eyes.

>Slowly, the energy retreats from Matrix's wrist and pulls itself back towards the main mass, which then collapses into itself into a single point of light.

>The light then explodes out, forming a shadow within itself, which becomes clearer and clearer as the light starts to die down again, and the form of a young woman slumps down onto the ground, standing for a second before collapsing due to a lack of strength in her legs.

>Looking up at Matrix, the woman blinks, then carefully brings a finger up to point at him.

"Bo. . . dy?"

 No.2888

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>>2887
>Matrix looks confused for a moment, at the woman laying before him. He then points a finger at himself and nods.

"Yeah. I have a body."

>Pointing a finger back at the woman, he then continues.

"That's what you have now. A body."

>Kneeling down to hold out his hand, he then says:

"I'm Matrix. You're going to be OK."

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>>2888
>The woman blinks in confusion, then blinks again, confused at the feeling of blinking. Her eyes then looking around the room, taking in detail.

>After another confused blink, the woman opens her mouth, a butterfly made of light flying out of it, then blinks again, shaking her head.

"Before. . . you. . . body. . . mean?"

>The woman carefully points at herself.

"Mean. . . body?"

 No.2890

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>>2889
"I suppose so, yeah."

>Looking around, Matrix then realizes that eventually, the MRD and the Paranatural investigation unit will arrive.

"Look, we're gonna have to get out of here. Can you take my hand?"

>Matrix holds his hand out, for the woman to take hold of.

 No.2891

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>>2890
"Out. . ?"

>The woman looks around, confused, then seems to understand part of what Matrix is saying.

"Out!"

>The woman grabs Matrix's hand and the surroundings disappear, instead being replaced by the surface of the moon, the site of which causes the woman to nod, pleased.

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>>2891
>Completely stunned, Matrix panics as he barely has enough oxygen in his suit to last for a few minutes.

>Turning to face the Earth, Matrix points at it while panicking.

"!!!!!!"

>Matrix continues pointing at the Earth while holding the woman's hand.

 No.2893

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>>2892
>The woman tilts her head at Matrix's panicked reaction, observing it thoroughly, and then follows his finger as it points at the Earth.

>Confused, the woman then goes to speak, finding no air through which to convey sound, then nods to herself.

>Once again, the surroundings disappear, being replaced by snowcaps as the pair unceremoniously land on the side of a mountain.

"Not. . . out?"

 No.2894

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>>2893
>Gasping for air, Matrix then transforms back fully into Jericho - wearing his engineering suit.

"Gyah!"

>Coughing loudly, Jericho then waits for a moment as he regains his bearings. Thinking to himself, he then has an idea.

"Alright, how about this…"

>Taking out his phone, Jericho looks through a bunch of pictures - until he gets to a house that's familiar to him.

>Showing the woman the picture, he then says:

"Out. Here is out."

>He points at the picture of the front yard of the house.

 No.2895

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>>2894
>The woman looks at the image on the phone, not blinking for an uncomfortably long time, then taps the image, causing the phone to reach full charge.

>The woman nods.

"Out."

>The woman grabs Jericho's arm and the snow covered mountains disappear, instead being replaced by a desolate, rocky landscape.

>Still holding Jericho's arm, the woman shakes her head, and then the landscape is replaced by nothingness in all directions.

>Then, the nothingness is replaced by the house in the image, and the woman let's go of Jericho's arm.

"Out!"

 No.2896

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>>2895
>Jericho, still struggling to maintain his composure after the dimensional detour, finds a moment to catch his breath again.

"….Please don't do that without warning…."

>Sighing, he then looks up at the house and then walks up to the front door. As he does so, he looks behind himself at the woman and says:

"Hey uh, this is my boss's house. I've never actually been here before, so please be on your best behavior. OK?"

>Turning back to the front door, Jericho takes a deep breath as he then presses the door bell.

>He then steps back a few steps and waits for a response.

 No.2897

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>>2896
>The woman blinks at Jericho again.

"Not out?"

>She then looks past Jericho, at the door.

"Boss? BOOOOOOSSSSS?"

>The intonation appears to be intended to call out to whoever "Boss" is

 No.2898

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>>2897
>Jericho looks back at the woman and begins freaking out partially.

"Nonononono! Please don't do that! This is Out! This is Out!"

>As Jericho tries to relax the woman's behaviors - the door then opens.

"Hmm? Oh, Jericho. It's you."

>A woman with blonde hair stands in the doorway - looking at both Jericho and the mysterious woman.

"Oh. Miss Bray? I didn't know you'd be here."

>Sighing, Stella closes her eyes and mutters to herself.

"Of course he didn't tell you."

>Opening her eyes, she then says:

"Yes, well Mister Grayson and I are close. That's all I can say."

>Nodding and feeling incredibly awkward, he then says:

"Can I ask for him? He might be able to help me with something, or rather someone."

>Jericho gestures to the woman behind him as he speaks.

 No.2899

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>>2898
"Boss? Boss magic?"

>The woman nods to herself, happy with her conclusion, and then looks around, distracted by a bird flying by.

>As she watches the bird fly away, the woman makes some scarily accurate chirping sounds at the bird.

 No.2900

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>>2899
>Stella looks on in surprise as she then examines the woman more carefully.

"I would say that your friend here is more than she appears to be. Is there anything in particular you feel that I should know about her?"

>Jericho looks at the woman with a surprised look, before saying:

"She's definitely not human, or at least a normal human if she somehow is one. I don't know anything else about her, outside of the fact that she was….Well…"

>Jericho reflexively points to his watch, as Stella gives a slight nod.

"Aiden told me about that. So she's one of the beings that was in your repository?"

>Jericho gives a head bob from left to right.

"Not exactly. Somehow, she was there the whole time, while also occupying a different space entirely."

>Stella thinks for a moment before she then says:

"Well, my best guess is that she can imitate human behavior."

"Oh. Well in that case, what do you suggest?"

>Stella looks at the woman once more, giving her a polite smile and a wave, before turning back to Jericho.

"Just expose her to human interactions. Either passively through TV and film, or actively through your own conversations with her. She seems to be most comfortable around you - so you'll have to take her in for now."

>Jericho feels the color drain out from his body at that mention, until Stella says:

"At least until Aiden and his friend can help her establish her own identity."

>Stella looks Jericho up and down, seeing him in his engineering suit.

"You should probably change your wardrobe - this is the Residential Sector after all."

>Snapping her fingers, Stella causes a bright pool of mana particles to appear around Jericho - changing his attire from his work outfit to his standard jacket, shorts and shoes.

"Oh, thanks. So that's magic huh? Weird….."

>Jericho turns back to the woman and says:

"Well? Do you want to stay with me for now?"

>Stella then asks her:

"Do you have a name that you want us to call you?"

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>>2900
>The woman looks at Stella for a few moments, with the same confusion as was present in the space Jericho visited in her eyes. Then, after some moments recollecting something, she begins speaking in a different voice, more mature and stern than before, with complete sentences.

"The being appears to fluid in nature, existing as a superposition of multiple states, not unlike a quantum structure of some kind. These states appear to be limited, however, meaning that it possesses an easily recordable form for the the Index. . ."

>The woman shakes her head, not liking the explanation, and returns to her "normal" voice.

"Name?"

 No.2902

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>>2901
>Stella blinks for a moment before she turns to Jericho and states:

"I'm no physicist, but I assume that your friend here is a small piece of a much larger quantum being - and your Index device catalogued that small piece of them."

>Looking back at the woman, Stella smiles again and says:

"Don't worry. Jericho here will help you. I promise."

>Turning back to Jericho, Stella then states:

"As I said, I'll tell Aiden about this as soon as possible. I believe he's busy with a pressing circumstance at the moment. Something involving Jupiter, I believe?"

>Eyes widening, Jericho then replies:

"Wait, what?"

>Stella then turns her head inside of the house - seemingly hearing someone appear.

"Oh, speaking of which…"

>Aiden walks into view from the hallway - waving at Jericho and the woman as he speaks.

"Hey Jay, sorry I wasn't at work earlier today. Something came up…..In space, if you'll believe it."

>Jericho laughs nervously, attempting to process the statement - before turning his attention to the woman beside him.

"Hey, boss. This is uh……"

>Aiden takes one look at the woman for a moment, putting his hands in his jacket pockets before saying:

"Oh. I see. She finally stabilized herself across space-time. I figured the Index would've let her out eventually, though I didn't expect it to be so soon."

>Stella looks at Aiden with some confusion, as Aiden then says:

"Samael's memories, remember?"

>She then gives a response of understanding as she nods slowly.

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>>2902
>The woman shakes her head.

"Not. . . small. . . biiiiig. . ."

>The woman waves her arms as if to indicate her size, then points at herself.

"Body. . ."

>The woman points at Jericho.

"Body."

>The woman then seems to catch the smell of something on the air, instinctively reaching to her side and summoning an oddly balanced scythe.

"Bad. . . not allowed. . . not human. . ."

>As if to explain, the woman begins mimicking another voice, a man's this time.

"This one will suffer no reprisal, but she doesn't like beings interfering with humans when she can detect them, she even nearly killed two humans recently to prevent such an incursion, only stopping because of. . ."

>The voice starts becoming jumbled and distorted, confusing the woman, who starts trying to mimic it again.

 No.2904

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>>2903
>Jericho looks at the woman in confusion, as he then looks back at Aiden and says:

"Uh boss, I-"

"Already covered."

>Aiden gestures with his head, nodding slowly in the area behind Jericho. As Jericho turns around - he sees that basically everything outside of the house's front steps has slowed down to a crawl.

"I've pulled back time by a decent amount, just in case."

>Looking back at the woman, Aiden then says:

"As you figured, she's a quantum being, and she's extrapolating a means of communication that works for her."

>Stella looks at Aiden for a moment, inquiring:

"So she's aware of what she's doing?"

>Aiden nods as he continues.

"She's tapping into echoes to communicate with us - sort of like she's replaying people's statements to substitute her own."

>Jericho looks back at the woman, and then says:

"Well, she needs a name that can help us identify her - at least until she can figure out how to talk to us more effectively."

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>>2904
>The woman continues speaking in distortions for a moment, then shakes her head, clearly disturbed by the information being corrupting somehow, before speaking in the man's voice again.

" . . .these things converge, naturally, so when he hears this he should realise, she will come back for the twins, and their mother, and she will kill them if given the opportunity, she is more than capable of it, they either need to leave any place containing humanity. . . or somehow convince her that they're no longer a threat. And before he tries to interject that he will always protect them, reality is not always so forgiving."

>The woman finishes mimicking the voice, then looks at Jericho, tilting her head.

"Name?"

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>Aiden looks at Stella and says:

"Ominous, and foreboding. Also seemingly knows what I was going to say, or at least think."

>Looking back at the woman, Aiden states:

"I'm impressed. First time that's happened."

>Blinking, Stella says:

"Is she referring to-"

>Aiden then interjects as he nods.

"Yep."

>Jericho looks back and forth between Aiden and the woman, saying:

"I'm so confused."

>Aiden then looks at Jericho and says:

"Go take her with you and take the day off for now, Jay. Show her some movies or television shows - and let her start processing human interactions more naturally. After that's happened, then get back to me."

>Aiden then looks at Stella, stating:

"I'm gonna have to talk to them, both of them, about this."

[The End]


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