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Who: Larxene & Ovan
Where Ovan's Room
When: Mid-evening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Guide gives the Nymph a "demonstration, and the two proceed to discuss certain... matters.

The Story: It was the strangest thing! For some reason, many people had become gravely ill. Severe pain, black ooze, hallucinations... Those with medical experience were baffled at their own ineffectiveness. If no cure was found, many of victims would surely perish and die.

And that was perfectly fine for her.

They all deserved it, and she hoped that Axel and the keybearer where among the sick. In the meantime, she had plans of her own. It was unexpected that she'd have the opportunity to meet with someone during these troubling times. But Larxene always did enjoy learning about new things, and saw no reason to pass up such an opportunity.

She arrived at their designated meeting spot and let herself in the room.

"I haven't kept you waiting too long, have I?"

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Ovan was not pleased with having to play this part again, yet he had no choice. The advent of 'Geostigma' had shown him something; it would be possible for AIDA to come through and restart what small gift the mansion had given him. He would not loose Aina again. As such, precations needed to be made.

Haseo...needed to grow.

Haseo...it seemed to Ovan that he had come from the time shortly after being Data Drained. If he was to regain the entirety of his power that he had challenging him, he needed to make a puppet, a proxy...an ally to use AIDA.

So, when that one seemed interested in AIDA, he decided that perhaps it would be prudent to see if he could make an ally out of her. So, he waited in the room, casket gleaming. When she stepped in, he simply stated, "No, I was not."

"Good."

She had seen his posts in the network before, but this would've been the first time either of them had personally met the other. Though she knew it was rude to stare, Larxene couldn't help but do so after first taking notice of the rather large casket.

Interesting. What could it possibly hold inside?

"Is that going to be part of our demonstration as well?" the Nobody said, briefly pointing at the item in question.

Ovan turned to face her, his face masking any emotion he might have shown otherwise. The time for him to 'go to business' had come. He let out a small chuckle at her question.

"It is the demonstration. Tell me, what do you know about data?"

Larxene let out a chuckle of her own after hearing Ovan's question.

"One of my former co-workers particularly enjoyed gathering data for his little experiments. You could say that I learned a bit from him." Her thoughts went back to the Replica, and his dull creator.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because...." He smirked with a dramatic pause; he was a douche like that, "...that's what I am and what AIDA is."

Inside the casket, in his arm, AIA writhed to life, getting the feed from Ovan's brain. Something new was here. Something human? No, it didn't seem to be...or was it? Regardless, AIDA knew it was coming out. It....it wanted to test the new being, to infect, to become one, to gather more and more data.

"Do you want to see what is inside?"

"Really now?" AIDA? What was that supposed to stand for? With all the buildup Ovan was providing, she hoped it was something fun and entertaining.

As it turned out, both him and Larxene were thinking about the same thing.

"But of course, the suspense is just killing me."

Ovan smirked; he could sense her anticipation buidling, which is what he had wanted in the first place. He reached towards the lock on the casket, causing a small localized data destablization (or a lot of shaking, like an earthquake with a dial tone in the background) before the lock came tumbling down to the ground with a CLANG. Slowly, the 'staples' keeping the peices of the casket together came flying off and the pieces of the casket themselves slowly moved apart before a flash of light illuminated the area.

When the light died down, she would be able to see it. A tightly bound arm, holding a strange axe-like weapon. And at the shoulder, black dots, slowly forming themselves into a large bladed arm. The dots and the arm surged and writhed, as if being held back.

Ovan grimaced and let out a small grunt. "Is this...satisfactory for you?" He spoke with a bitter tone.

The Nobody looked on as the show unfolded, from OVAN undoing his casket to having to cover her eyes as the flash subsided. Once it faded, she was quick in noticing his exposed arm, as well his entirely new appendage.

"Interesting." she remarked.

"So I take it this relates to what you mentioned before? This... AIDA thing?"

He nodded, curtly, his expression unreadable.

"Correct. This is AIDA. As for what it is, it would be simplest to say that AIDA is a virus." He stated with minimal emotion.

"Tell me, Larxene...when it comes to opposition, what is the biggest problem the manor gives to you?" He waits for her to answer and hope she says the right thing, the lack of permanent death.

Edited 2008-06-02 20:04 (UTC)

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