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Welcome to the World Wide Web; Beginning of "Journey to Cyberspace"
Topic Started: Jun 26 2009, 05:44 AM (1,854 Views)
Satyr
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She giggled at Alex's joke about the mole people and the C.H.U.D.S. He was a funny kid. He was cute. He was a bit young for her. She didn't like the whole senior-dating-a-freshman thing. She always found it a bit creepy. One of her cheerleading friends freshmen year was dating a senior second semester, and, lets just say there were some nasty rumors about her unexplained absence.

Plus, Legard didn't seem to be the kind of guy into goat legs. He was one of lucky ones. He could pass as normal. Just not do that whole gassy thing, and Sarah doubted if any of her human friends would be embarrassed to bring him home for Thanksgiving break.

She realized as they walked forward just how much her life was different now. She hadn't showered in a week, and she had been wearing the same pair of jean shorts for four days, and she had been wearing this yellow smiley-face t-shirt for an even longer period of time.

She followed the two guys down to the basement, which wasn't nearly as creepy as that just made it sound. "Oh, wow, you guys weren't kidding about him being a robot man," Sarah said, just a bit awed, and maybe a bit too loud. She clasped her hand over her mouth, just so she didn't accidentally offend the robot guy any more while he explained why he sent for all of them. Well, all of them except Sarah. Though, if he was a robot, did he have emotions for her to offend? Did he dream of electric sheep?

She tittered a bit at Guido's joke, and then elbowed Legard a bit, hoping he wouldn't react negatively to her elbow hair, "I think they did this on Power Rangers." She'd tell it to Guido as well, but he looked like he was old enough to miss out on that particular craze. She was the Yellow Power Ranger for her second grade Halloween party.

A smile crossed Sarah's lips when she heard the lady in red's little schpiel, as grandpa George would say. "Uh, can we not discuss trolls in tunnels? I'd hate to have to sell my brother down the river, and then have him sell our older brother down the river two, and then the oldest brother knock him off..." She trailed off and hope that people would get her 'Three Billy Goats Gruff' reference. If not, she'd just look dumb.

She nodded along to Jonny's question, and piped up herself. "Yeah, that's a good questi-- Wait, what? Kill people twelve ways to Sunday?" She shot the blond-ish guy a look. Was that supposed to be a joke?

"Uh, can I come along? I took a computer science class at NYU..." She said timidly, slightly scuffing the floor with her right hoof.
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Box nodded his head sharply as not one single person denied his request. It was unexpected, as his calculations had predicted a thirty seven percent chance of acceptance, but this was completely different. Every single one of them. Even one he had not counted on, did not know, and had never met before at all.

"I do not see why not, ma'am," he answered the young woman with the goat-like features. "It will be dangerous, any harm inflicted upon you in cyberspace will be reflected once you rematerialize. So long as you are aware of that, I have no objections to including you on this excursion."

As for the question of powers, Box tilted his head to the right, considering the question.
"One's capabilities in cyberspace are a reflection of one's own willpower. For example, I have found that I can shape and manipulate data in a way that reflects my own powers. It may not be exactly the same as your powers here in the real world, but it should function in an almost identical manner."

They were ready. He was ready. It was time to do this.
"Simply... stand where you are. I will instruct the computer to recognize your distinct biological signals and trace you. Whatever you do, do not panic."

And with that, the Box's lights went dim for a moment as he left the robot's core and entered the cyberspace realm. The eyes flickered once, twice, and then the chest panel spread open, revealing the conversion core. It grew brighter, brighter, brighter, until finally, bright blue beams began to strike those gathered one by one. Once one was struck by the beam, they vanished......

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When they came to their senses, the gathered heroes would find themselves in a world pulsing with light. The light formed shapes, shapes that resembled structures they would find in their own world. Buildings, streets, roadways, they all seemed to exist here in this world, but in a different manner. The streets were multi-tiered and translucent. They would see many below them and many above.

Humanoid shapes walked down the streets, heading to very specific destinations. It was almost as if being in a hard-light version of Manhattan on any given day.

As the group began to rematerialize, they would find themselves slightly different, abuzz with energy, and slightly less defined overall, as if their very being was shaped merely by their willpower. They still looked like themselves overall, but their skintones were electric blue, their eyes bright and glowing.

Standing before them was Madison Jeffries, who looked quite like many would remember him to look, but clad for battle. He wore hard-light plate armor, and bore in one hand a sword that looked to be made of crackling light and in the other a shield.

"You made it. Good," he said with an affirmative nod, and his voice was even more like its old self than his robotic bodies could sound. The tone was off, but vocally, he was more himself than the robot. "You may need a few moments to reorient yourselves."
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Alexander Legard
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"Hey, do I look like the sort of guy who would joke around about robot men?" Alex tried to make his best 'this robot stuff is serious business' face for a few seconds, whatever that looked like, before he succumbed to his usual good natured grin. The subsurface dwelling goat girl, a phrase not often heard outside of mutant town, seemed a bit discombobulated by the whole mad science basement, talking robot and all. Legard could empathize, he had gotten pretty good about taking all the weirdness in stride, but everyone once a while they team would get sucked inside a snow globe or turned into their spirit animals or something like that. Apparently now was another one of those times.

Satyr seemed to take this whole situation in stride, more or less. Or if she was totally froaking out, her humor was a nice cover. "Oh really? Well, I hope that means X-factor is getting giant animal robots that turn into a giant robot man. Because the one thing we need is more property damage." Humor was good, especially before mind bending weirdness. Legard really wasn't sure about all this pseudo-science himself, but if it helped Madison out, what the hell? He may have been a bit of a sourpuss, but he always gave Legard his fair shake and the aerokinetic was more than happy to return the favor.

Wanda, queen of blunt, said what all of them were thinking. Well, not about the troll bit, which Alex was pretty sure hadn't really happened or at least he couldn‘t remember it. But what did he know? Giant mutants terrorizing the tunnels of New York only to be stopped by a which and a cyborg? Stranger things had happened. Legard couldn't really think of any at the moment, but he was sure they had. Satyr was quick with another joke, which Alex didn't get until he went over about half of it in his head and gave her a quick smile. She was quick that one. Also, pretty nervous, if her humor was a cover for her insecurity. Which may or may not have been the case. Alexander was a mutant crime fighter, not a doctor.

The aerokinetic was a little perturbed when Box just sort of casually mentioned that if they got hurt in his freaky virtual reality world the injury would carry over into the real world. Something he might have mentioned before Legard had signed up. Alas, he was in too deep now, and even if he wasn't, he risked life and limb all the time for his brothers and sisters in arms, what difference did it make on which world he risked them?

"I guess all I've got to say is crunchitize me cap-" Alexander didn't get to finish before his body was whisked away to god knows where and the youngest member of X-factor awoke in a brand new reality. There was so much to take in, so much wackiness for his now virtual brain to compute, that he unconsciously just skimmed over the scenery and action around him and focused on what was at least a little familiar, or in this case who.

Madison was sporting a full set of period armor and a blade to go along with it. Guy didn‘t mess around apparently. He looked a little…off, what with his glowing eyes and skin. Off, but fitting in this strange dimension. "You're telling me doc" Alex said as Box suggested they took a little time to orient themselves to this new world. The first thing for Legard to examine was himself, what he was like all electronical. He looked kind of boring, to be honest. Not boring for the real world, he had the same blue skin and more than likely eye treatment as the robot, but there was Box all decked out in armor. Legard had to at least class it up a bit. It was only a matter of mind over matter for him to jazz up his avatar a bit. In no time at all Alexander was decked out in the style of a turn of the century gentleman, bowler hat and all. Classy, thy name is Legard.
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Ok, tales of trolls and such was getting a little close for Puck's taste to Lord of the Rings. Ultimately, people are gonna start talking about dwarfs, and then things are going to get all uncomfortable, what with Puck having to stomp mudholes straight into peoples behinds. Rather than starting any trouble however, he focused in on the task at hand, and braced himself as Box fired up the doo-hicky thing and they were blasted into the computer.

What a crazy site it was. The entire place looked as if it was made using some sort of neon filament tubes. Puck had been to Space Mountain at Disney a few years ago, and it looked pretty much exactly like this. Those Disney people were pretty forward thinking!

He placed his hands on his hips, and looked around at the group now assembled. He nodded with a satisfied look. Ol' Jeffries looked pretty sweet decked out in a knight's armor and sword, and the kid there, the pale one, was all done up in what looked like something straight outta league of extra-special gentlemen. Nice. So apparently, you could look like you wanted to in this joint. No wonder kids liked the internet so much. If you could wear, or be all fancified wearing anything you wanted to, then Puck knew what he was going to pick. It had been his lifelong dream, and now he had his chance. To be dramatic, he quickly ducked behind a corner, changed himself mentally, and jumped back out.

Since this was to be a mighty battle, everyone was going to dress as a mighty hero, and Puck was no exception. He slid proudly around the corner as the team before him was graced with a perfectly rendered visage of Wayne Gretzky fully decked out in his Edmonton Oilers uniform, complete with skates and hockey stick.

"I'm ready."
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Looking very serious, Guido nodded in agreement to the sentiment Wanda was expressing. He had no idea what the troll in the tunnel business was, and secretly wondered if it was some kind of obscure innuendo. But the sentiment was true enough-Guido trusted Box.

The ensuing question from Johnny about the powers was a good one. Still uncharacteristically silent, Guido put a thoughtful finger to his lips as Box explained that they would all have some sort of variation on their own powers in the computer world. Guido nodded, once again with the utmost of thoughtfulness.

But his mind was elsewhere.

Guido was wondering if they could stop off for a visit to supermodelsgonewild.com. Just to, you know, make sure there wasn’t any…crime…that needed their undivided attention. He looked around and decided to ask later.

Nobody else seemed to catch the billy goat gruff joke, so Guido leaned over and put his hand up to his mouth. “Nice one,” he said to Sarah with a wink. And then just like that, Box was explaining the danger and flicking the switch that whisked them away into cyber world. Everything went fuzzy for a minute and when the lights came back on it looked like everything was made out of neon tubing.

Madison stood in front of him. He looked kind of naked without his robot suit. But hey, he had a sword and cool glowy eyes! Guido looked over at Alex who had on a silly hat and some fancy duds. Puck hopped out from behind a glowing corner with a hockey uniform on. Now that was classic.

Curiously, Guido looked down at what he was wearing. “Sweet,” he said as he took it in. Guido was decked in all black leather with fingerless gloves on. He still had his same shape, and his muscles made a rippling landscape across the formed black material.

Remembering what they were really here to do, Guido turned to Madison. “Lead tha way,” he said as he clutched his fingers tight. If he had the chance, Guido would flatten this Sinister guy in real life. What could he do here?
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Any doubts about whether or not this was a good idea didn't have any time to process, before Box did his zappy thing and they were inside the computer. Jonny looked around him at the matrix city in its shades of glowing blue, and his powers reacted to it. Not visibly, but he could feel the charges running through him and it felt... it felt a little like being drunk but still coherent, not sloppy, just that point where you think it's a good idea to stand on the rail of the balcony and dive into the swimming pool three floors down. Not that Jon usually needed alcohol to do such a thing.

Sir Madison of Compalot showed up looking relieved and worried and maybe exasperated all at the same time, and everyone began to get themselves into what was apparently their ideal forms. Legard reappeared as a gentleman, slightly poncy but whatever floated the kids boat. Guido as a leather clad S&M model or something. Wee-Man got himself geared up as Wayne Gretsky which almost made Jon wet himself with laughter, though he managed to control the tipsy guffaws that pounded against his closed lips. To distract himself, Jon focused on making his online avatar reflect who he wanted to be more than anyone in the world.

His appearance didn't change one whit. Because the person he wanted to be most of all, the thing he wanted to be, was Jonathan Arwell Harper born in Richmond, VA to John and Lucy Harper instead of stolen genetic material, manipulated and altered in a vat by a mad scientist funded by an evil gazillionaire. He had no need to be anyone else. Just trying to be Jon and not just JonnyClone was enough.
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Wanda nodded sagely as Sarah talked about her goat siblings, “family is always a comfort.”

Ever the bright spark in several ways, Jonny asked about their powers but really, nothing Box could say would keep them from helping their friend in dire need. She blinked and lifted her hand to protect her eyes from the scanning beam.

System processing…. Loading…. Processing… processing… ERROR

Madison was a god in this world – it was him. The clarity and order, the straight edges and right angles, it fit him perfectly. Then into the well-ordered world of calm pale blue - came red.

It was a sweet thought for Box to include Wanda in his quest and truly, she could cope with being in an world so alien to her perfectly fine… but it was his machine’s logical intellect that overlooked a fundamental question – how would a world constructed of order, of ones and zeros moving in straight lines, react to Wanda?

Wanda’s form flickered, disappeared, and reappeared lying on the smooth floor. Because this was not the real world, you can’t say that she was wearing only body-paint and because any man only seeing her in body-paint would have his eyes plucked from his skull by her brother, to save her team-mates from unnecessary eye gouging, we’ll say that she wore a skintight full body leotard, faintly tinged with red. Streaming over her body were bright red symbols and patterns, constantly moving, hypnotically appearing and disappearing and, like a snowflake, never looking the same way twice. Jonny had said before that she was free and wild, it was never so apparent than here, amongst all this order.

Her wavy dark hair was streaked with red and fanned out in a wild style that the Bride of Frankenstein’s hairdresser would have come up with and Helena Bonham Carter would’ve envied on the spot. A strange red headdress framed her face; its swooping points almost like an M.

[The real world - the same scene in dozens of offices]
“What the-“ said the man in a shirt and tie. “Why isn’t it coming up?” he muttered to himself, a prickle of unease starting at the nape of his neck. ‘Don’t worry, Sam,’ he told himself, ‘just call the IT guy.’ Holding onto the breezy façade of self-confidence that earned him promotion after promotion, Sam snatched up the receiver and although the man at the other end couldn’t see it, flashed a winning smile. “Hey, Craig, I was working on a presentation and,” he stopped short as the other man spoke. “What? Virus? Crashed the server?” The black of Sam’s eyes narrowed to pin-pricks.

In dozens of offices, the IT staff opened scanning software, repair software, and lastly, hoped and prayed – proving that even the most analytical mind can find religion with the right motivation. “Please… please, oh, please, God, work.”

[Back in the Virtual World]

Pale blue streams of data streamed under the glass floor and walls… except where Wanda lay. Blue streams changed to blood red and the orderly ones and zeroes becoming gibberish speeding away. Bad packets. Red corrupted data streaked through the orderly world of blue.

Looking around, she took in how this technological world had changed the others into reflections of themselves; their inner dreams come to light. Strangely, she had no inner dream. “Am I here?” she said and sat up, bracing one hand behind her, spreading more red corruption where her hand touched, and reached up with the other, for someone to help her to her feet.

Elsewhere, burly armoured programs with Spyware and Avira AntiVir written on their uniforms hit the cyber-streets, looking for trouble.

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Satyr
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This lady in red, Wanda, was seriously starting to pinch a nerve for Sarah. Either she was nuttier than a squirrel's warehouse, or she was trying to push Sarah's buttons. If it was the latter, then Satyr was going to smoosh her face. If it was the former, then why was she a superhero, and not in a room with pads on the wall? After all, this chick had to open up X-factor to some pretty significant financial liabilities when she turned a building into sand. Speaking of which, who on earth was insuring these guys? Their premiums must be through the roof.

At least Guido gave her a pity laugh. So now, only she and Guido looked like idiots. Good deal.

Alex and Jonny weren't kidding when they were saying that the Box guy wasn't high on social graces. He didn't ask if they wanted to stop and have lunch first. Which really wasn't fair. The X-factor guys were all well-fed and had food to get away, and she had been stuck in the sewers eating what she could find. She was hungry. She had noticed that she must need more calories now that she was all goaty. She didn't know if her knew mutation meant she could handle tin cans and shoes, and frankly, she wasn't at the point where she wanted to test that out. How could she even test that out safely? If she tried eating a tin can, and it turned out she couldn't, its not like the Morlocks had health insurance.

In this new strange digital world, she saw the X-factor guys' appearances change. The robot became a knight, Alex became a dapper lad, the little guy became a little hockey player. Wanda, well, Satyr didn't know what she became, but it was pretty. Jonny looked like a normal guy, which was kind of weird, but she didn't really want to judge. Guido apparently was a leatherslave, but not quite a gimp.

She, herself, surprised herself when she looked at herself. She was back in her blue and gold cheerleading outfit. She had to supress a laugh when she saw her furry legs poke underneath the skirt. Her yekke grandfather was unhappy with the outfit, thought it was too revealing. She hadn't put that on since she twisted her ankle in basketball season her senior year. She was surprised to see she was holding the gold pom-poms. Only the captains of the team got to use those.

"Uh, hey," she said, waving a pom-pom at her de facto teammates.
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"Yes, we have arrived..." Madison answered, his sword sliding down to nothing more than a hilt before disappearing entirely into his hand as he extended it to help Wanda up to her feet. She was no longer in pain, it seemed, which was good. Well, he wasn't sure what it was - he found more and more that without his crucial personality aspects, he had very little understanding of how people felt at any given moment. Perhaps she was just confused, or perhaps the bright red of her program state threw him off. He wasn't certain. Her form was... interesting to him, it begged its own questions, that he was sure could be answered if he understood people again. The others were correct, but Wanda came out wrong for some reason. It was a result he hadn't predicted, and if he understood what was going on because of her, he'd probably feel some guilt over bringing her in here.

And that unpredicatibility brought trouble almost immediately - leaving no time to try and puzzle over things. Madison's eyes flashed brightly as he sensed the presence of the anti-virus "officers" on the prowl. He had spent more time here than arguably any human being, and knew how it worked almost instinctually.
"Be on your guard - they think we are viruses, and they will not relent until they are deleted," instantaneously, his weapons and armor vanished, and he became in appearance Madison Jeffries as X-Factor once knew him. In that sense, he had much the same problem Jon did - what he really wanted most for himself was to be himself again.

"This way, we should try to avoid conflict when unnecessary," he said, urging the impromptu team on down an "alleyway" composed of the space between firewalls.

Of course though, the anti-viral programs had moved in advance of that, and while a few were a distance away, down the alleyway, there were more, and between the two groups, the team was surrounded.

Madison's armor and weaponry reappeared in a flash, his "true form" abandoned after so brief a moment, but it would have said enough to those who knew him.
"Too late. Destroy them all. They will offer no mercy, so give none."

The anti-virals rushed, with five on either side, rather large and hefty ones, charging in for close combat while further behind them, lankier, thinner ones drew long ranged weapons.

Madison charged into the alley, holding his shield up to deflect shots from the ranged attackers as he readied his sword. He dashed towards one of the large security programs, and just before he was crushed under two massive fists, he lashed out with his sword and cleaved the brute in two.

"Take them down, but continue moving this way!"
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Alexander Legard
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It took some getting used to, but once Legard got a little more acclimated to his virtual surroundings he had to admit that this whole digitized thing was a pretty cool, as far as X-factor adventures went. He wasn't sure how he felt about this whole 'happens in the nets, it happens in real life' situation. Well, actually he was pretty sure how he felt, strongly opposed, but at least they weren't stuck on some sort of sentient island. Unless Box had managed to create some sort of sentient computer to stuff all their consciousnesses into. Aside from moral ramifications, that'd probably be worse than a living island. At least Havok and Lorna couldn't be kidnapped this time though, so there was that going for them.

Apparently the others were pimping their virtual representations out, for nothing more than vanity's sake really, which relieved Alexander a bit. He wasn't sure if they'd all just kind of raise their eyebrows at Alex's choice of get up and stay true to their mortal forms, but luckily the aerokinetic had much more exciting friends than that. Guido went all matrix-y on them, all tall, dark, and covered in leather. Kind of weird that's that was the way he wanted to represent himself, but whatever. Who was Legard to judge? Then the witch poped up, and he did a bit of judging.

That was some serious skin tight material she was packing there. Then Alex felt sort of bad for being close minded about Wanda wearing skin tight clothes, so he gave her a thumbs up to show his support. Then virtual reality started to bend around her, and Legard kind of tried to distance himself from the impending rip in the simulated fabric of this simulated world that seemed to start around the Witch. Satyr was looking a-okay in her cheerleader outfit, goat legs and all. Legard wondered if she was actually a cheerleader at one point, which would then make her choice of clothing cute and endearing, or if she was just into costumes, which was kind of hot, but a little inappropriate to bring up during a mission. A discussion for a different day anyways.

Surprisingly, Jon was the buzzkill of the team, and as far as Alex could tell he just looked about the same as his regular old self. But maybe there was some subtle change that only Legard was missing, so he didn't bring it up his boss lack of costume for fear of ridicule. Legard was many things. Brave wasn't really one of them. Puck didn't have that problem, as everyone could see as he skated his way back to the rest of the group. Legard was no hockey aficionado, so he didn't realize the significance of the jersey that Puck was sporting, but he assumed the Canadian was representing some national sports hero of his. Kind of embracing a stereotype, wasn't it?

Once everyone had finished the critical task of being less stylish than Legard, which they normally accomplished without fail, Box gathered the troops together, leading them hastily down an alleyway to avoid some fight. He seemed to be a bit agitated more than afraid, just aware of a threat rather than frightened. Obviously an unseen one, Alex had spotted no one but the X-factorites and friend since they had started this trip down the rabbit hole. He was a little curious what the other denizens of the virtual world would look like. Obviously, he wasn't remembering the story of the cat. Well not really a story at all, just a sentence. But the point still remained.

His first glimpse of the peoples of the virtual world was over the shoulder of the peoples in front of him. Strange, blocky, vague dopplegangers of police officers rounded the corner to block of the group's flight. Alex checked behind him and sure enough, they were surrounded. Maddison had noticed it to. The machinist had reformed his weapon and armor, and lead the charge at on group. If Box got a sword for his knight get up, Alex reckoned he could McGuyver a weapon of his own to his theme out of this world of 1s and 0s. In a swarm of data packets and information, a long barreled revolver was in Legard's hand. Battle it would be then.

Now, Alexander had no gun experience outside of the world of video games, so all he really knew how to do was point and click at the oncoming rush of software. Luckily, that seemed to be all he needed to do there. There was no recoil or smoke with this virtual gun, just a pull of a trigger and a downed Police bot. Feeling a rush of coded adrenaline with his success, Alex advanced on the incoming software. Bam! Another down. Bam! A third. "I could get used to this", Alex said as he turned his gun on a fourth. However, the first downed program wasn't as downed as he would had hoped. He only had to time to try and reel back in horror as the prone thing came at him, all grabbing hands and thrashing torso. All Legard though about in those seconds was Box's warning, what happened to them in this world carried on into the next. Luckily for the fragile teen however, these was no snapping of limbs or crushing of bones. The bot only clamped his hand around Legard's ankle, and virtual Legard was simply no more. Booted from the server and tossed into a state of limbo.


Game Over.

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Wayne Gretzky skated down the alley on a bright blue streak of light, checking the first large boxy and mishapen looking computery thing. A couple whacks on the ground with his hockey stick, and two bright flashes emerged as two regulation size hockey pucks went streaking towards the faces of two of the lanky virus cops. They were hit well, and their images shimmered for a second or two, but they recovered quickly.

Having speed on his side, Wayne slid towards them, firing two more pucks, this time aiming for center mass. One shot missed, ricocheting harmlessly against the far wall, but the other was a good strike, and this time knocked the virus cop down. It wasn’t out, but it was down and by the looks of it, was going to be a while to reset itself.

The second virus cop Wayne was aiming for charged forward, attempting to cut him off as he streaked pass. Wayne swung low with his hockey stick, aiming for a completely illegal move right for the knee. Little did he know, the virus cop didn’t have a knee, per se, and his stick got caught between the virus cop's legs, knocking Wayne off balance.

"Sorry Wayne, I love ya, but this just isn't doin' it for me!"

The image of Wayne Gretzky shimmered, and shrunk in size, becoming a glowing blue avatar of the man himself, mr. Eugene Judd. Puck launched himself straight for the blue virus cop, scoring a good hit once again aiming for center mass, which seemed to be pretty effective before. He bounced off, slid across the floor, and came skidding to a halt joining the rest of the group.

"These guys are tough!" He did a quick head count "are we missing someone?"
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Wanda made quite a display in her red skin tight... well, was she actually wearing anything or was that just a slick of light that.... Yikes, no wonder her brother was like always threatening to beat people up for looking at her. If she was his sister, he'd probably get her a barb wire bra and panty set and tie a rottweiler to her ankle. After he put his eyes back in his sockets, he moved to help her up, but the impassionate Madison Jeffries had already done that... too late to stop whatever chaos the gypsy princess had unleashed in this ordered world by her very unordered nature. The Anti-Viruses... Virusii... Virusites? Whatever, they were coming and they were not playing around.

As Puck gretzkied about, and Box went all slashy stabby on them, one of them got in a lucky shot and like any game system ever, Legard's man was killed and he apparently didn't get another guy. "WHOA!" Jon cried, out, "LEGGY!"

He flung out his hand and spat, "Digital Douchebags!" Lightning arced from his finger tips in a blinding display that in this electronic world left not the anti-virus cop in a state of computerized stutter and shock, but cut a visible path of burnt out circuitry through the very "air" A black pixilated streak that when he reached up and touched it experimentally, his hand felt... oddly cold and numb, like scar tissue across a nerve... "Holy shit," he murmured, "I'm a power surge here. Bad ass."

He called to his friends as the cops began to advance again. "Everyone move back into the Alley, I'm going to try and block off our path, with a burnt out sector, or whatever you call it in a computer. Follow Box, go go go..."

He pulled all of his electricity into his hands until he was almost dizzy with it. It was some heap big power, directly tapped from the source here and he liked the feeling a lot. Jon had been genetically built to not get drunk or high, his systems incapable of processing such things in order for him to maintain his killing senses even if he was in a situation that called for him to drink or drug with his soon to be victim. But psychosomatic-ly, if he was careless, or allowed himself to feel the effects, he could be functionally impaired... until he made the conscious decision to 'sober' up...

This put every drunk to shame, frankly.

He flexed his hands and suddenly, the world was alive with snaking, crackling, streaking lightning, that blacked out the entire area. The Anti-Virus cops pulled up to a stop at the edge of it. Jon saluted and then ran after the others. "Box!" he called, "Box, is Leggy dead? No one said we could be deleted! It's fine for us superheroes, but Satyr's a civilian, and I am not letting an untrained kid fight a life or death battle here!"
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It didn't take long at all before the real action started. And by that I mean Wanda changing into her outfit. Wowzers! Guido gave two enthusiastic thumbs up. He might have given a third appendage, but this was a family game. It wasn't polite to stare at the outfit, but the fact that there was precious little outfit to stare at, and the fact that it was stretched tight against a perfectly formed feminine body, and the fact that it shimmered and changed hypnotically made it an extreme challenge. Guido had to physically turn away from her. He never understood why chicks would wear shirts with a whole buncha writing on it and then get all bent outta shape when you took the time to read it. Some things he probably never would understand.

“Am I here?”

Guido looked over, shielding his eyes from looking at anything that even rhymed with boobs or booty. A bunch of red powdery mist seemed to be surrounding her. "Looks like yer more here than yer outfit," he commented. "Not that I noticed nothin'..."

Sarah appeared in a cheer leading outfit and Guido looked over at her. She seemed kind of shy. Strange choice for an outfit, but Guido wanted to make her feel better so he gave her the thumbs up too. "Nice pom poms," he said. Not that he noticed.

Action part deux started when a bunch of cyberbot things appeared and started advancing menacingly. Guido didn't hesitate to spring into action. He grabbed a neon glowy thing and crushed it with his strength, forming it into a very large neon glowy bowling ball. Taking his time to line up, Guido held the large and heavy ball in front of him and then took a few steps forward and released. The ball was headed right for a cluster of them. Guido waved it right, right, right and crash! Four of them were obliterated by the impact.

He heard Jon yell 'Leggy' and looked around. Alex was gone. Still being in the fight, he didn't have a chance to find out yet. He picked up another heavy cube and started forming it into a sphere. "So lemme guess, don't touch tha robots?" Looked like he was going to be bowling ten frames here.
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As Box helped Wanda to her feet, she smiled at the crowd of thumbs-up from Alex and Guido and Jonny’s dinner plate-sized eyes that nearly bugled from his sockets like a Loony Tunes cartoon wolf. Far be it from her to thing that Pietro, her darling Pietro, stifled her, but the attention was nice and her feel, well, that she wasn’t as broken as she seemed.

But there was little time to take in the changes to the others; Box was off like a shot, leading them through shiny black corridors. Wanda went with the flow, trailing at the end of the group and looking like a gawking tourist rubber-necking at everything.

Puck, with someone else’s face and body, skated around them, leaving a light blue tail in his wake. At the front of the group, there was a clash of armor and swords as some kind of guards blocked their way. She glanced behind them. Yes, other guards had blocked the alley behind them too but not for long, as Guido wadded up something heavy-looking and played his own version of bowling, four of the guards got hit and dissolved into blue information bits and the others scrambled out of the way.

Wanda watched it all with a sense of disconnection, even as Alex was grabbed by one of the guards and his form seemed to dissolve and scatter. Well, not exactly disconnection, as she smiled pleasantly at the fighting of the others, and clapped at Guido’s bowling, but none of it seemed real, which was also what the real world felt like sometimes too.

Then, they were off again, following Jonny’s orders as he corrupted the path behind them.

“Alex went away. Is that bad?” she asked.
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Thank God. They weren't laughing at her cheerleading outfit. Guido was just a nice guy, it seemed. He gave her a thumbs up, and she smiled sweetly back at him, and gave him a shake of her pom-poms. Was Alex checking her out in the cheerleading outfit? She knew some guys just liked the outfit, but c'mon, she had hair on her elbows, running up her arm. She had hooves and horns, and it was like she had never shaved her legs in, well, ever. Either that kid was messed up in the head and needed to be kept away from petting zoos, lest they become heavy petting zoos, or he liked her. It was six of one, half a dozen of the other, really.

The robot knight ushered them into an alleyway, which, when Sarah thought about, was kind of disappointing. She had lived a couple of weeks now in the sewers and the alleyways, and now she was a virtual being living solely on the internet, and stuck in a damn alleyway again.

The guys / programs that Box-3PO had them run from kept on their tail. Made sense. They could only move as fast as the processing power of the system, and so could the programs.

She did what she had to do to defend herself. She didn't know how to take down twenty guys like how Batman did in that one movie, but she could kick and knock these guys back off from her. She kicked one square in the chest, and it dissembled into a million little pieces. She was able to bounced around quickly enough on her sturdy little hooves to keep the bad guys away and keep moving.

Then Alex died.

"Alex!" She screamed, her eyes turning wide as he disappeared entirely. She bashed one of the anti-virus programs with her horns and it crumbled to the ground. But she was already being told to start escaping. She didn't want to run, she wanted to make sure those guys paid for what they did to Alex.

"I'm not a kid, and I'm not a civilian. I'm twenty one years old, and I'm a mutant," she said, almost poutingly, "I fought in the Apocalypse war. And for all your special super-hero training, it sure didn't help Alex, now did it?"
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