I darted through the grove quickly and found another path. There were no guards, at least not near enough to see me, so I hurried across the path to the other side. There I casually strolled down the path, surrounded by hedges on either side, and after a few minutes of hiding and darting and casually-walking-so-as- not-to-look-suspicious-to-nearby-guards, I found myself at the base of Mod Tower, in a small grove of trees. The Mod Tower was a massive circular skyscraper that rose high into the air. There were rows of windows on the sides and there was a helicopter pad on the roof. Once the guards had past, I crept around to the main doors in. There were two guards there but they wouldn’t be a problem. I quietly pulled tranquilizer gun out of my bag and two carefully aimed darts hit the guards before they could blink. Both looked around in surprise, but didn’t see me, I didn’t think, and slumped to ground, snoring. Casually, I walked past the sleeping guards and typed a code, M0D- P0W3R-RUL35, into the keypad on the double doors. The doors unlocked and slid open silently as I slipped in. They closed behind me and and quickly darted into the elevator. This was risky, yes, but according to map of the tower and its guards I’d found on the black market, there were none stationed where I was going. I pressed the button for floor one-hundred and waited, growing increasingly irritating with the stupid elevator music. After a moment, I reached the top floor and carefully scanned the room before me. It was a long corridor lined with seemingly endless doors and no one--Ah! A janitor! The mop-wielding janitor was in the middle of the hall and about fifteen feet away. His back was turned so he didn’t see me as he cleaned the floor but I doubted that’d last. I hesitated for a moment but then knocked him out with a dart. There weren’t any security cameras in the hallway, which surprised me, but that worked to my advantage. The door at the end of the hall was marked ‘Mods Only’ (which was dumb since the whole tower was mod-only), and was locked with a keypad.
There's a janitor joke I could make here, a reference to the old MBs, but nobody would get it. xD This is agonising
There it was. The Soulbinder, Legacy of Lost Heroes. The Soulbinder. The weapon forged of mystical, technological forces and bound together by the souls of our hero ancestors. Or that what the legends said. I had my own purposes for the sword. It was gorgeous, the sword was. The hilt was silver and curved slightly with a stylized pommel and guard, and was carved with glowing blue inscriptions. There was a large, intricately cut, glowing orange gem set in the guard. The blade was long, about three feet, and curved to a vicious point. The blade wasn’t steel or iron or any other metal like a normal sword, no, it was slightly transparent and a glowing neon blue, like illuminated glass. I had been told stories of the ancient sword as a child and had recently begun looking into it. Supposedly, the sword had been a last defense for the Elembia warriors against the Dark Mods during the War for Elembia. They had created a magical weapon infused with the souls of their fallen moderator comrades and warriors to battle the evil mods. It had failed but somehow the relic had been preserved for at least a hundred years in Mod Tower, having survived the Great Destruction of the original Elembian lands. Rumor has it, the late Admin, Helios , brought it with him when he and our founders came here and created Eternal City. He guarded it with his life and had passed it on to Quark when he retired and later passed on. I had read about it in a book of Elembian legends and it’d struck my curiosity so I did some research, recruited Eli and developed a plan to acquire it. I know what you’re thinking; ‘Neko, how could you! Steal an ancient, national treasure all for what? To sell it to the highest bidder?!’ Yeah, well, I have my reasons for the sword and selling it ain’t one of them. I cautiously approached the pedestal, opened the door of the glass case and carefully lifted the sword from its thin, yet durable, rack.
*claps* Wow! This is so good! Ah can't wait for more!
what are the odds neko actually knows every word under those asterisks
.000000000000000000000000000000000001%? I have no idea what he's saying (though I wonder if it isn't anime references xD) and he has no idea what I'm saying and we both have no idea what the other's talking about.
*snip* “What the--?!” Quark cried, whirling around. “Surprise.” I smirked and knocked her out. Quark slumped limply against in her chair, stunned and unconscious. * I typed a code, ANC13N7-4ND-5UP3R-D34DLY-4ND-C001-4R71F4CT-7H1N6, into the computer Quark had been at.
*snip* I had been told stories of the ancient sword as a child and had recently begun looking into it. Supposedly, the sword had been a last defense for the Elembia warriors against the Dark Mods during the War for Elembia. They had created a magical weapon infused with the souls of their fallen moderator comrades and warriors to battle the evil mods. It had failed but somehow the relic had been preserved for at least a hundred years in Mod Tower, having survived the Great Destruction of the original Elembian lands. Rumor has it, the late Admin, Helios , brought it with him when he and our founders came here and created Eternal City. He guarded it with his life and had passed it on to Quark when he retired and later passed on. I had read about it in a book of Elembian legends and it’d struck my curiosity so I did some research, recruited Eli and developed a plan to acquire it. I know what you’re thinking; ‘Neko, how could you! Steal an ancient, national treasure all for what? To sell it to the highest bidder?!’ Yeah, well, I have my reasons for the sword and selling it ain’t one of them. I cautiously approached the pedestal, opened the door of the glass case and carefully lifted the sword from its thin, yet durable, rack.
Oooh... I like the backstory for the world.
@bold: Yeah, that was kind of what I was thinking, actually.
There it was. The Soulbinder, Legacy of Lost Heroes. The Soulbinder. The weapon forged of mystical, technological forces and bound together by the souls of our hero ancestors. Or that what the legends said. I had my own purposes for the sword. It was gorgeous, the sword was. The hilt was silver and curved slightly with a stylized pommel and guard, and was carved with glowing blue inscriptions. There was a large, intricately cut, glowing orange gem set in the guard. The blade was long, about three feet, and curved to a vicious point. The blade wasn’t steel or iron or any other metal like a normal sword, no, it was slightly transparent and a glowing neon blue, like illuminated glass. I had been told stories of the ancient sword as a child and had recently begun looking into it. Supposedly, the sword had been a last defense for the Elembia warriors against the Dark Mods during the War for Elembia. They had created a magical weapon infused with the souls of their fallen moderator comrades and warriors to battle the evil mods. It had failed but somehow the relic had been preserved for at least a hundred years in Mod Tower, having survived the Great Destruction of the original Elembian lands. Rumor has it, the late Admin, Helios , brought it with him when he and our founders came here and created Eternal City. He guarded it with his life and had passed it on to Quark when he retired and later passed on. I had read about it in a book of Elembian legends and it’d struck my curiosity so I did some research, recruited Eli and developed a plan to acquire it. I know what you’re thinking; ‘Neko, how could you! Steal an ancient, national treasure all for what? To sell it to the highest bidder?!’ Yeah, well, I have my reasons for the sword and selling it ain’t one of them. I cautiously approached the pedestal, opened the door of the glass case and carefully lifted the sword from its thin, yet durable, rack.
My friend, Epl317 , or Eli, was helping. He and his former sensei, Tadito Quantum Hedgehog, were animé fans and a meme force to be reckoned with. They weren’t exactly the mods favorite citizens for their edgy use of animé references. That was before though. Before Tad disappeared. No one knows what happened to him. One day he was there, the next…POOF! Gone, just like that. No messages, no clues, no crime scene. Or that’s what the mods say. The mod detectives assigned to the case wouldn’t reveal anything about his disappearance or let anyone in his apartment. Anyways, that’s the past. Currently, considering certain objectives for our project, I was surprised Eli agreed to help me but I was glad he did. I was in the bedroom of my apartment, gathering up the necessary equipment. I slung the bag of, ahem, tools over my shoulder and walked toward the door. I glanced in the mirror as I past it, both frowning and smirking at the reflection staring back at me. My dark brown hair was in a thick braid over my shoulder, with uneven bangs framing my greenish-gold eyes and pale face. I was wearing a dark red shirt with a Wings of Fire emblem on the front, dark, dark denim jeans and a black zip-up hoodie. Anyways, I tucked my phone into my pocket and rushed out of my room to the front door. I took the elevator down to the lobby and casually walked out the apartment’s doors. Bright, golden sunlight greeted me as I stepped outside, making my eyes water. I blinked blink several times, wishing it were night, and looked around. There were people--Eternal City citizens--everywhere, talking and walking on the sidewalks, which buzzed with activity, hover-cars and hover-bikes whizzing past on both sides.
I'm loving this so far!
I feel like this might accurately recount what happened to me and why I disappeared
I darted through the grove quickly and found another path. There were no guards, at least not near enough to see me, so I hurried across the path to the other side. There I casually strolled down the path, surrounded by hedges on either side, and after a few minutes of hiding and darting and casually-walking-so-as- not-to-look-suspicious-to-nearby-guards, I found myself at the base of Mod Tower, in a small grove of trees. The Mod Tower was a massive circular skyscraper that rose high into the air. There were rows of windows on the sides and there was a helicopter pad on the roof. Once the guards had past, I crept around to the main doors in. There were two guards there but they wouldn’t be a problem. I quietly pulled tranquilizer gun out of my bag and two carefully aimed darts hit the guards before they could blink. Both looked around in surprise, but didn’t see me, I didn’t think, and slumped to ground, snoring. Casually, I walked past the sleeping guards and typed a code, M0D- P0W3R-RUL35, into the keypad on the double doors. The doors unlocked and slid open silently as I slipped in. They closed behind me and and quickly darted into the elevator. This was risky, yes, but according to map of the tower and its guards I’d found on the black market, there were none stationed where I was going. I pressed the button for floor one-hundred and waited, growing increasingly irritating with the stupid elevator music. After a moment, I reached the top floor and carefully scanned the room before me. It was a long corridor lined with seemingly endless doors and no one--Ah! A janitor! The mop-wielding janitor was in the middle of the hall and about fifteen feet away. His back was turned so he didn’t see me as he cleaned the floor but I doubted that’d last. I hesitated for a moment but then knocked him out with a dart. There weren’t any security cameras in the hallway, which surprised me, but that worked to my advantage. The door at the end of the hall was marked ‘Mods Only’ (which was dumb since the whole tower was mod-only), and was locked with a keypad.
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