The Hunt Renewed

(( From Navi Net-Shop ))

The white light flashed again and Vasilia found herself standing on the Net once more. She looked around curiously then reached up and scratched under the brim of her hat as she realized the readings of the Net she was on was not the Net where she wanted to be.

"Uhm, Sophia? This isn't Electown Net." She said slowly, letting her hands drop to her side as she rocked back and forth nervously. The tail of her hat rolled up tight and beneath her feet her shadow swarmed energetically. She didn't look down even though she could feel the movements like a tickle on the back of her spine. If she just ignored them then it would fade away from awareness eventually, especially here on the Net outside the PET where there was so much going on!

"Really? I can't tell a difference but I don't even know what Electown is suppose to look like." Her NetOp replied. Vasilia peeked along the connection back to the PET and spyed her NetOp sitting calmly on a bike. Her feet and legs were moving but she didn't seem tired at all!

She hoped this would work, would keep Sophia ineterested in NetBattling, in her. She didn't want to go back on a shelf somewhere, dusty and alone and lonely unless someone took pity on her. She wanted to explore all of the Nets and meet people!

She didn't want to be lonely again.

"I'll check again, again!~" She pulled up the network details again and it was hard, so hard to pay attention when there was so much going on in the background! There were lines in the sky and the ground seemed to stretch away forever, not like the cramped confines of her PET at all! She wanted to explore it all, wanted to see it all!

First she had to figure out where she was.

"Ah, it looks like this is SciLabs Net! It's home to a lot of Elec viruses and- oh no." She gulped as she spotted the stars, the tail of her hat curling up even tighter. "Uhm, it's a two-star Net! Your dad is going to be really mad..."

There was a mimicked shiver from her NetOp. "Yeah, we uh, should get you out of there. Let me just...mmm, hey, I'm getting an error when I try to iniate the plug-out? It says you have uninitialized upgrades...is it talking about what we just bought?"

She pulled the capsules out of her hat and stared at them in her hand. Was there anything else that it could be? She didn't think so!

"Yes, yes. I think these are it! I'll install them right away!" With that she swiftly crushed the packets and sent the data spiraling around her. Streams of blue fragments surrounded her. Slowly, lazily they orbited her body before slowly sinking into her emblem.

"Hey that did it! It just says we have to wait...really? Twenty minutes?" Sophia made a disgusted noise and the puppet winced, wondering if she should apologize. "Oh hey, don't look like that! It's not your fault the PET is so old! Mm...maybe in the future we can transfer you to a newer model! That sounds like something that should be possible, right? And hey, as long as we don't get into a fight we don't have to tell dad we were here at all.""

"Right, right!" Relief coursed th rough the puppet's body, her hat's tail uncurling and hangling limply with relief. From the sounds of it she didn't have to worry about Sophia ditching her any time soon. She waved her hand in a stuttering arc and dismissed the Network information screen. She hummed a happy little tune and watched as Sophia fiddled with the settings on her bike and spoke with another human at the gym.

All she had to do was stand here and not be get into a fight and she wouldn't have to worry about being locked away again.

She could do that. Easy.

(( No battles, social thread (until it isn't) ))
A sudden influx of dingy off-white poured into the Net from nowhere. It splattered against the panels and stretched itself wide, like a puddle growing without rain. Limbs crept up: [heartwood/fractal/unguarded] was close. The cilia writhed with anticipation.

From its depths came a distant rumble, [Distributing data] and then Hex retreated back into the white, abandoning thought to exist as instinctual motion. Egomorph felt herself being ejected into the Net, though she did not know where. She couldn't see.

She felt unfinished. Parts of her weren't working; her hands weren't moving; couldn't stand up; face wasn't working. Could still hear the screaming. Could still read the remnant left from the corrosive voice - didn't need eyes when the words were right there in your head. She was still loudest, her fury still distinct.

Curled up on the ground, Ego rubbed the stumps of her arms against the stumps of her legs. The thin skin flaked away in slivers, spreading the jagged rips up her limbs. Oozy white gleamed from the holes. She couldn't seem to understand what was happening until she brought her wrists up to her head. She felt at her wisps of hair, at the round hole where her face used to be. A horrified whimper leaked out from her many tears, like each one was a mouth. "What did you do," she sobbed, "what did you do, what did you do?"
"Staying out of trouble~, staying out of trouble~" Vasilia sang softled as she swung her hands back and forth. One of them flipped up into the air then fell back into place.

"Hey, why does your body do that?" Sophia asked. Vasilia paused for a moment and then tilted her head, one hand reaching up to scratch under her hat.

"Uhm, I don't really know? It kinda just, does it." Vasilia shrugged then hurried on, the flippancy in her voice giving way to a more urgent tone. "It doesn't bother you right? I mean, I'm not making it happen but if it's bothing you I can make it not happen!"

"No no, it is fine! It is, hm, amusing a bit." The puppet leaned back with a quiet sigh of relief. She didn't know why but the woman who had put her on the shelf had been bothered by it.

Then again that woman had been bothered by every bit of Vasilia.

There was a splatter and Vasilia's head turned toward rapidly to the source, leaving the rest of her body facing the other way. Something wet and white was dropping onto the Net. It spread across the tiles until it didn't. One foot lifted off the ground then the rest of her body spun around to face the same direction as her head, her shadow reluctantly following. All of it leaned forward, the distance between the pieces increasing as she looked on curiously.

"What is t̷h̶a̵t̸?" A flare of static in her NetOp's vocal channel b ut she had other things to worry about.

[color=#6A287E]"I don't kno-whoa!" The puppet's entire body jerked backward in surprise, her hat flying off for a brief moment before she slapped it back into place. A shape had risen from the sludge. She leaned forward again, one hand up to further shade her face as if that would help her see better.

From here she could see the back, the hair, a few of the small places where more of that weird white liquid could be spotted.

Then the parts moved and a broken voice cried out.

"That's a NetNavi, I think!" Vasilia cried out, her hands reaching up to grasp the sides of her hat as its tail rapidly curled and uncurled. She quickly shushed as the refrain repeated, straining to hear over the sudden flurry of tap-tap-tapping from the shadow beneath her feet.

"See if they need help! I have never seen one look like that before. Perhaps...something went wrong?" The puppet's head bobbed with her vigorous agreement. She stepped forward with one foot and then found the other halted. A look back showed misshappened fingers of shadow wrapped around her heel. She frowned mentally and reached down to swat them off before skip-hopping her way to the figure.

"Hello~! Are you okay?" She stopped a short distance away, close enough that she could see the flaking skin and stumps of her limbs, far enough she wasn't stepping where the liquid was/had been.

From this angle she could see the curve of the other's shoulder but no further. Something tingled down Vasilia's core and she found her self hugging herself with her own hands.

"Where you attacked by viruses? Or did-" she gasped in sudden horror. "-a Navi do this to you?"
Ego froze. New voices, coming not from inside but outside. The white was swirling beneath her at rest, distracted for now. She remembered the lab, her fear feeding the white's agitation until it woke up. She remembered coming back afterwards to find her hands, her feet, her face stolen. She didn't want to imagine what would be left of her this time, tried not to give the white anything to latch onto.

She did anyway. A whine leaked out against her will.

Ego tried to relax; if she panicked, the voice wouldn't be safe. She made to speak, a hesitant answer of, "It wasn't-" that abruptly cut out. Something had flooded to the surface, pushed her voice out of the way and gushed out the tears in her body: a final, distorted, desperate cry from the caustic voice.

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The voice ran out of energy. Ego felt it sink and blur and lose itself amidst the rest. "I'm sorry," she crumpled to her knees, arms splintering where they cradled her head. "I'm sorry," she repeated, "I couldn't help you." Maybe, though, maybe she could protect this new voice. She forced herself still. "You have to go. You need to go," she stressed. "Its asleep now but I won't-" a sob threatened to overtake her, "-won't be able to help you if you don't go now. Please."
Even Vasilia's glee couldn't stay untarnished in the face of such strange occurances. The caustic voice caused the puppet to jerk her body backward: her feet staying rooted to the floor as her hands slammed onto the sides of her head.

It didn't keep the voice out. It didn't keep the pain in the voice out. It didn't keep the pain from hearing the voice out.

"W-what was that?" She asked. She dropped her hands as Ego dropped to her knees and the puppet slowly pulled herself back together as the other Navi spoke. The broken girl wasn't making any sense! "You couldn't help us? But we just met you? I don't think we asked for help, did we Sophia?"

"Uhh, no, no we haven't." Sophia's window appeared to hover to Vasilia's right and the witch-doll looked at it gratefully, not that anyone could really tell. The situation was weird but just like in Hades she could handle anything if her Operator was with her! "Wait, did you mean that voice? Or did that fall asleep? If you want out, where's your NetOp?"

"Yeah! Is your NetOp nice? Mine is! If she was your NetOp she'd help you out of the Net, she'd make sure you weren't hurting real bad too!" Vasilia nodded vigorously, her head bobbling in the space abover her torso. She swung her hands and then abruptly stopped with a finger raised in the air. Such a silly thing to forget, introductions! Maybe that was why the girl couldn't help them? Maybe she could only talk to people she knew!

"We didn't even introduce ourselves! I'm Vasilia!" Pleased to find an easy fix Vasilia struck a pose with one hand out and one shoe lifted partway off the ground before she bowed. She straightened up and gestured toward the girl. "Why don't you go next, what's your name? Don't worry: if it was a virus you couldn't help the voice with, we definately can handle it!"
Trying to process so many questions at once froze Ego in her tracks. Her balance gave out, and she toppled back into the white with a thick splatter. She couldn't think - no room in her head for her own thoughts. She couldn't tell the caustic voice apart from the rest anymore.

When the outside voices quieted, Ego chanced a peek at her memory log. The last query had been a simple one, but upon thinking, she realized, "I...don't...know." She couldn't seem to lift her arms out of the white. "The voices call me Egomorph. The white calls me Administrator. The human called...me..."

Overwhelming hunger roiled in a wave she felt through her entire body - the human. Nausea and despair tangled in her belly; even knowing she had no face to express it, she still doubled over, retching into the white.

"No, no no no no no, have to warn him, he's not safe, the human's not safe," Groaning, the faceless girl made to crawl forward, and found she could not. Gelatinous stalks of white had merged her wrists to the pool, a connection she lacked the strength to break.

Something was oozing out of her head.

Another surge of understanding, of once-tasted, of <heartwood/fractal/unguarded>; all Ego could get out was a garbled, "stay away, it knows you're here." Her halos crackled, casting their bloody red malevolence over her back.

Egomorph? Administrator? These weren't names! Well, one of them wasn't even a real word and names weren't really words so that had to be the name! The wooden puppet gave a firm nod and then stared in horror as the girl was shackled to floor, her words almost forgotten. Something was curling in the doll's code, something nudged the back of her head and she remembered the grip of the shadowy hands on her feet and she inhaled noisly, her torso rising and then falling as she let out air.

"Oh man she looks like a zombie! Wait- the human's not safe?" Sophia asked in alarm, her rising voice distracting Vasilia from her current thought-line. The young woman shifted closer to the camera on the PET, her eyes gazing past and above it. She was looking at the TV above the bike Vasilia realized belatedly. "You mean your NetOp isn't safe?"

"Oh-no! That's awful! Sophia what do we do?" Vasilia asked, her hands flying up to her face. Everything about this situation was going terribly! The witch-doll had met a maybe-friend but she was very clearly in rough shape, there was a human in danger, and Vasilia didn't know what to do.

And now something was oozing from her maybe-friend's head.

"Get back, Vasilia! That goo doesn't seem to like you." Vasilia's feet were only too happy to comply and the hands in her shadow seemed to have no objection to her hurried backwards movement this time, a reluctant one-two step that carried her another panel away.

It felt strangely relieving to walk away.

She felt bad about that at first but then an idea sprung to mind as she put her final foot down and she snapped her fingers before holding one up in the air. She was

"Egomorph! If I help your human, maybe that'll help you too! Tell us where your NetOp is, we can call the police or-or an ambulance!"
A tentacle stretched out from the void of Egomorph's face.

The little projection felt her shape twisting, curling around itself, stretching instinctively towards this new voice, this bright cluster that so surely called its own name. "Vasilia...it sounds...pretty." - she repeated the pretty sound in her head, hanging onto that little nice feeling as she lost herself bit by bit. As she twisted around to match her feeler's pointing and face the Navi properly, feeling and hearing so much she felt thin enough to snap, she thought about how much Vasilia's creator must have loved her, to give her a name so sweet and human.

Hearing her name brought her back a little; behind her, the Conduit's crackling hushed a few decibels. Ego hunched small and buglike in her pool and tried to keep herself still. She's trying to help, she repeated in her head, she's trying to understand, help her understand.' She had to know, she had to know or the human-

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A rope of thin black veins threaded itself down the length of Egomorph's feeler. Through the humming red halos, the veins fed information into her one pulsing trickle at a time, making her whole body ripple and shudder like cloth underwater. There were things in her head, memories of a place she had never been to. "Where he lives...its a dead space. In this world." Ego spoke in a hushed whisper, afraid to raise her voice, desparate to get out as much out as she could. It tumbled out in a jumble, "He's alone. In a locked box. Walls are thick...built them thick. Can't hear any other humans. Blocked out this world too, it's like there's nothing there - but he has the machine it lives in. Is he the Creator? No...no, he found it." Realization jolted her upright. Her voice cracked, "He took it inside. It's locked in with, no, he's locked in with it!"

There was that feeling again, hunger like a whirlpool in her belly, a swirling pit that never fills. Static caught the edges of her voice as she choked on revulsion, "Now it just needs resources - material to build̷ t̢he ̸c̨ońn͢e͞ctiòn͠. No̪̲b̡͙̗͓̟̦̰od̖̹̜̲̤͕y̼̜̠'͉̥͙͕̙s͙̳͕͚̮ ҉̙̤̬͚̮g̥͓̻̼̯ǫ̦̪ͅi̬̖̤̳̯ṉ̱ͅg͔̼͔̦̹̖̖ t͠o̙͓ ̥̗̳̕k͚͙̭͈̙̟͘ͅn̘͖̳̺o̖̣̯w.̮͇̝̰͟.͚̰.̝ͅt̗͓̺̺͕ͅh̨͓͙̥͍̟̖̬e̫̺̦͉̙re'̥͎̻̘̬̯̀s͓̗̭̰̞ ̥̠̻͉̰̥͢n͔̦̩̣͙o̞̥̭̘̠̘͙b͕͈̗̣͚͜o̯̱̫̦͖̗d͓̺̦̮̖͠y̤̹̠̤̹͍͡ ̫̯̘̗͍t̖̝͇̼o͚̻̪̙ ͍h̫͔̞̰͍ẹ̰͔͖a͔̦̗r҉̱̠ ̢̖̣̼h͈̲̠̝́i̢̩̬̳̱ṃ͙͇̙̝͍͕͠.̷̰͕̳ ̮͈̞̀."

She could taste heartwood. "No...no, please, do͘n̕'͠t wak̡e ̛up̷, just a little longer," Ego begged. The pool was starting to spread towards Vasilia; ankles dragging on the ground behind her, Egomorph's neck began to stretch, the white filling her body trying to project beyond the boundaries of her brittle skin.