To Preserve the Peace

[Semi-Hiatus] "I'd prayed and waited... longing for the day you'd come" "The two of us are going to make a world where the peace we know today, lasts forever..." {Part of citta alveare} [District Zeta; Citizen] [Carries a wooden sword] [Retains Spring of Life]

[luxurorsamurai]

"I feel rather....tired..." That was putting it lightly. Jonathan was exhausted... and there seemed to be quite a bit of blood on his clothes?

[tenganxtamamitsune]

ヨナタンとパン屋デートがしたいです | by ゆずず

[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

[shslbitchfans-deactivated201310]

[It was like there was no safe place, every twist and turn being occupied by the mountainous floating glitches or people affected in numerous ways that made her stomach turn. No matter which way she ran, she couldn’t escape, and it filled her with a terror she had never known before.

Fat tears slid down her cheeks as another civilian ran by, their words indecipherable beyond the garbled attempt at speaking. Everyone was crazy, in either speech or personality, and it made her crave the island. For once, she’d like to be anywhere but here, and Jabberwock with it’s sun and distinguishable inhabitants were sure better than this.

Crouching down on the sidewalk to breathe, she peered out from her position with her head buried in her knees, trembling like a leaf every time a scream echoed or someone ran by too close. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there, at least it would be safer than the streets filled with lunatics.

The sound of an opening door made her turn her head warily, watching out of the corner of her eye, them widening as the figure stepped out. Despite how the scene should have been angelic, with the wings and the feathers like something out of a storybook, all Hiyoko felt was fear.

F͓͘ea̵̝ṛ̷̠͕ of the u̡͉̣̹͚n̠̣̝͔̩͕̙͝k̙̖̩̣̬̟̟n͖̥͉̫͙͙̫ow͏̥̘̜n͔͚̳̳̺̥̤̕.

She let out a yelp and fell over, scooting away a bit and holding herself up on her hands which soon flew to her head as if it would protect her from…whatever he was.]

D-D—n’t h̳̻̩u͚͙̟͉̦r͟t m-m̞̬̻̩̪͟ee͇̹̼͈̗͙ḛ̞̣͞e͟e̸̹̝̭̘̹̬e̝͇̫̩̖̫-̵͍̞̬!̢̭͔̫͍͖̥

[Apparently his words were lost, the gibberish indecipherable due to both it’s distortion and Hiyoko’s heart thudding in her ears.]

[luxurorsamurai]

A child - was she a child? Through the eyes of the Chariot of God it appeared so. His footfalls were light on the pavement, each step drawing him that much closer to the crying girl until he stood over her. The wings at his back flickered in and our of distortion, but the smile on his face might not had been the reassuring one he thought it to be. 

"D͝o̷̕ ̴͠y̡ou̷ b̀e͝l͠i͟͞e̴͜͠v͏e͜͏ i̸n͘͢͡ ́t̵̀h͠e̴ ̢͟a͟l͞m͘i̷̡͏g͜ḩ́t̵̵ỳ̶ ̶̴G͡o͟d͘̕,͜ ̸c̢͝h̡͏̷i͢͞l̴̀d̸?͝͏"

If she was faithful in her belief then she would have nothing to fear. If not, then Ḿ̕eŗ҉-҉-̴͘͜k͘͝ą ---Jonathan would have no choice but to smite her and remove her taint form these lands. He offered her a hand, to offer his air and his divine protection...if she were faithful.

"Ì̛f̵ ̶͢y̴̨óu̵͞ ̀a̸͘ŗe̸̴ ̕f̸̛ą̛͢it҉͞h̢̛f͟u͢l ̢y̛͢o̸͟͡u̴̡͡ ͏͜ḩ̀a͠v̷e̡҉ not҉h͏į̷͡n̴g̷ ̧͠͞to͞ ̷͢f͏͘ea͢r.̴͘͢ I̶͢f͡ ̕y͘o͟u a͟r̸ę̸̴ ̵̛͘n̷̢͏ot̶͢.͜.̧̀͘.̧̕͝"

If she was not then she best hope someone be willing to pray for her eternal soul, because Merkabah would see to it she was a lifeless corpse if not one worthy of salvation.

[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

[waruiwalter]

Walter could feel himself squinting. The fog in his head thickened, a lazy mist clouding his thoughts and preventing any sort of coherency in them. This figure before him had ignited some unprecedented anger by their mere presence, and yet he felt a pang in his very core at the thought.

Who was it, again? JonathＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈＭｅｒｋａｂａｈ

No, no, this glitching figure had his voice it was him it could only be him. "Jonathan…" The name fell off Walter’s tongue without a thought and yes, of course, it was him.

Walter’s eyebrows knit together in frustration and clouded confusion. 'Sow the seeds of Chaos and lead the sons of man away from their righteous path.' Walter snarled. What in hells bells did that mean? Jonathan was clearly not himself, but this was so much more.

And what was is that Jonathan had called him? That name had seemed so familiar, but where had he ever heard it before then? He was Walter, just Walter, nothing but Walter Walter WaＬＵＣＩＦＥＲ

He let out a brief cry of anger. "Enough!" Walter stepped quickly, closing the space between himself and the altering figure, that was most definitely Jonathan, standing before him. His calloused hands flung to grip at the other’s shoulders with reckless roughness. "Jonathan cease this madness at once!"

[luxurorsamurai]

There was something wrong with his eyes. Jonathan could clearly see Walter, but at the same time he could see him. That gold fitted clothing, those wings -- Lucifer was standing there before him in the same spot Walter was. It was Walter, Jonathan knew it was Walter. There was Walter's voice calling out to him - Walter approaching him --

L͝u̸͠cif̷ȩ͠r҉̛ ̧͢͜gr̢ab̸b́͞ì͜n͝g h͘í͡m.̨́́

The glitch seemed to become more apparent. Sometimes one Wing came into focus, the other distorted, or not even there at all before flickering into existence. He knew that Walter was only grabbing him in earnest - wracked with worry -- trying to h̀ú̸̶͘r̢t̨͜͜͢͡ him.

Hands reached out, reacting quickly to the tight grip. Fingers encircled that throat. He touched both material of the scarf around the other's neck, as well as the flesh it defended. Squ͏èez҉e͞.̕ C̨͠hok҉̛e̵.̸҉ K̨̢̡͢ì̴͘͝l͏͜l̶͘͟͢-́͏̕͞-҉̨͟--

Jonathan physically flinched at the corruption echoing in his head. So much noise, so many things at once he didnt know what way was up anymore. His grip on Walter's throat faltered, and Jonathan tore away from the son of Chaos' grip, stumbling back and clutching at his head.

"̶͜Ļ̷͞u͏-̷̧-̸c̷̨if͡ ̴̡͠ ̡͘er̨," His voice crackled, sights wavering, form glitching and jumping from one image to another. Traces of Merkabah appearing and vanishing and altering with each glitch. He could not longer tell. Was he still Jonathan? Was he the Charriot of God? Or was he something else? Something worse and evil that even Lucifer would wish to dispose of?

"W-Wal̨̢e̸̕͘ ̵-̶͞-̧́͝te͜͡r͠?" 

[roboshoujo]

[luxurorsamurai]

I swear I will be more active soon enough. This week is just a really super full week, and my back decided to be rude to me today too. I will totally be replying to threads and stuff within a week's time I promise. im sorry.

[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

[waruiwalter]

Walter’s coming to Sector Six had long since become less of something considered, and more of a natural reaction. The confusion flooding the streets following the announcement had hardly slowed him down. He had pushed through the crowd. The panic-stricken, citizens glitching in his peripherals cast a fog into his mind, leaving Walter to desperately cling to the consistent thought of

Jonathan Jonathan Jonathan Ｍｅｒｋａｂａｈ

Walter’s breath hitched in his throat, his entire body screeching to an abrupt halt. He could feel his heart pound against his chest. Merka—what…? Was he glitching, too?

No—No, surely not. He frowned deeply, pulling himself into a run.

The elevator—if he could reach the elevator, he could reach Jonathan, and then he could be certain the other was safe. It came into sight before he had realized it, and in but an instant, Walter felt his feet cease to move, his body going rigid at the familiar form before him. He had heard only a piece of the other’s words but…

Walter blinked. That voice—that voice he knew that voice. It was Jonathan, but…

He blinked again. Were those… wings? Walter exhaled, realizing his fists were clenched tightly at his sides. He felt something akin to anger welling within him, but why? What was—

ＭＥＲＫＡＢＡＨ

He flinched. Had he glitched again? Inhaling deeply Walter desperately attempted to settle himself before speaking.

"Jonathan…?"

[luxurorsamurai]

This world was filthy. He could feel it in the very air he breathed. All of these people living selfishly, wanting of this and that, wallowing in the knowledge that made them unworthy of salvation. All of their sins. And low and behold, the demon responsible for such a spread of filth drew near. Despite his human appearance, Jonathan could smell the stench of demon on him - the will for Chaos that would destroy the world and the peace it should hold in the name of the almighty Lord. 

"Wal͟t̸̴ę͘r̴̢?"

No, that wasn't right. That's not who he was. That was a foolish notion. It wà̡̢ş -- ẁ͟͡a͠s͏͡n͜͝t Walter, was it? His head hurt, was it him? Was it the corruption? What ç̨or̕͢r҉u̷̶p̴͘͞t͠͞͡iò̕n̢? 

Jonathan held his head in his hands, staggering forward. What was reality and what was simply his own errors due to whatever was happening with this town? Not even Burroughs seemed capable of responding to him. Even his wings seemed to flicker and distort with the data corruption that was messing with his head. But when he stopped it wasn't the Jonathan that Walter knew - it was Merkabah.

"I̸̡ s͏h̸̢óu̵ld͞͏ h͏҉av͠e͏́͡ ̨͘e͜x̡͟p̷̀ec̴̵t́e̷d̸ ̴͠t̵͏o͝ ̶s͘͡ee͘ ̀ỳ͡o̧͡u͏͡҉ ̴̷h͏̶̕è̸re̡̛,̨͜ ͏̀L͡ú҉ci͝f͏er͟. ҉Th̨͢ȩ͜ ͘͟c͡aù̶͟s̨̛e̸̢ ̸o͠f̸̷ a̴̢l̨l ̴m͜a̷n'҉s҉ ̨̛͢faù̀͞l͟t̵̢ś ̧͟a͝n͏d̨ ̴d̡̛͘o̧u̡͠b̡t͞s,͡ ͡҉̨h͏e͢͞r̀e ͢to͝ s͝o̢̨w̡ ̧̛t̨͢͠h̢̡e͠ ̨ś͟e͡͞ed̷s͝ ̸͟of̶ C̷̕h̡͘a̛͏oś̢ ͏̵a̕nd̀͝ ̀͏l̸̛e͏͜͝a͢d̴ t̛́h̢̡è̢ śon̨͞s ̶͜o҉̡f҉ ҉m҉͝ań҉ ̡aw̨̢a̸͘y ̷͠fr̷̀ǫm̶ ̡͏̷t͘he͏ir ҉r̶̨͟i͘g̛͘͠h̕ţe͜͝o̶̶̕u͜s̡ ͝p̷͏áth̶̢̢.͜͞"͏̸

[luxurorsamurai]

{Event!02} C̟̗̞̫̮̪̠ͫͭ̀́l̏̈̀̈́ͨ̏ͨe̦͕̳̠͈̞̱͘a̸̫͖͔̳̮̟̹͆n͔̣̖͙͈ͣ͂̋͂ͤ̆̕s̵ȅͮ̌̏͏͔͉

T̘͉͓̳̫̻̓h̬̯i̩ͬ̑͒̉ͅs͚͖͊͞ ͉̫̱̗̫̹̈͌̄ͩͣ̀ͩw͖̦ͭ̿͆̍̈́͐̃̀ò̵̓͑̏́ͥr̸̙̜̝̜͎̦̄ͧ͒̀̿͛̾l̷̼͎̘̫ͅd̡̔͗ͮ ̅ͬ̂̇̂҉w̭͇̠͆̂͐̈́̈́ḁ̡̲̗̻̗̞͆͐s̼̦̺̫͂ͧ́ ͖̂̎ͧ̚f̶̘̲̼̗̬̹̝́̆̍̏ͣͬi͈͉̖̪̿͌̿̐͢ͅḻ̳͇̱͚̱̽̈́̽t͈͈͉̳̳ͩͤ̏h̙̭̮̹͓͔̆̽ͬ͢y̏҉̳.̟̙͕̜̹̠

Disgusting and dirty. There was nothing but unclean ones that needed to be rid of this world. If there were even a few worth salvation, Jonthan had not found them. Instead he had found the citizens, all corrupted by what had turned this world into a replica of hell at best. Speaking gibberish, speech uncomprehending and distorted. They were all tainted and damned, lashing out at people in the streets at random. 

F̲̯̬̞͉͠i͒͊̊̋ͬ̂l̮̠̤̳͊̚t͋ͮ̔̐̀ͥͬh͚̠̟̪̺̹̩ͦ̂̽.͈̙͉̅ͭ̋̔ͭ͒ͤ

They needed to be cleansed. 

He wasn't sure when it started. Jonathan himself seemed to fade in and out of reality and corruption. Like a living nightmare he was stuck in, but also willingly part of. Where everything made sense until you woke up. There were bodies on the ground, heads beaten in, limbs broken. His wooden sword held limply in his hands, stained with blood. His hands were stained with blood. His clothes as well.

It was as if he was catching glimpses of this massacre. Swinging his weapon wildly, attacking those who came at him without a second thought until they moved their last. He'd even take their weapon if they were armed, though most he threw to the side, trash. Nothing that could be condoned for use by a holy being as himself.

All the while he seemed to hear laughter. It was confusing, disorienting. Time seemed to mesh together, and by the time there was a gap in the glitch and Jonathan came out, the laughing seemed to stop. But it was then that he'd realized he'd been the one laughing. This whole while, as he brutally bludgeoned these people to death, he was laughing.

Why..? Why would he, a kind-hearted soul do this?

Gͯ̍͒̓ͫ͡l̼ͣ͌̄̍̌͝i̿ͬ͐̾t͇̤c̴̫͈͉̥̆̄̃̾͌̔͗ḣ̯̤̥̮̲̹̆͒̎

A smile slowly spread across his face, distorted wings spreading once more as the laughter starting to work it's way up his throat once again. Why? Because it must be done. This was G̵̤͖̹̖͇̤ͩͬͥ̿ͧo̗̅ͦ͊̌̋͐̚ͅd̙͚̦̲͈͍̹ͧ̄'̩̭̭̩̼̻̌͗s̖̺̻͌ will, after all. He was the Holy Chariot - t̞̠̮̤̱ͦ͊ȟ͈̲̯̥̝͚̜̍̅ͫ͞e͒͏̭̱͇̠ ̯̫s̜̥̜̮͖̏ͅi̩̬͉ͧ̾n̜̣̲̫͎͉̂̾n̼ͣ͜ȩ̦̟̙̥͇ͧ͌ͫͣ́̽r̝̞̦̬͡s ̛̥̞̻m̫͎͚̰̯̲͚ͮ̇͆͟u͍̞ͬ̾͆̏ͩs̛ͧͫͦ͋ͣͮͧt͔̺͍͇̍ ̢̯͔͍͕̻̪̈́̇ͧ̅b̨̙̰̦̖̲̥̋ͤ̂ͦ̔ͦͥͅe͕͚̜͙̪͖̘ͨͣ̿ ̗̞͋̐̍̓̔͛͢p̃̆ͣu̖ͧ̍ͦͧͪr̺͈̎̌̓̆ͥ̾g̭̤̽̈͂̓ͮͤ́͘e̦͖̱̬͕̝͓ͣ̋̍ͮͬ̐̏d̖͓̲̐ͥ͂ͯ̆͑.̿͏͎̞̙̜̮͎

"͈̰̥ͬF̃̓̑̋ͣ̍͡o͋̍͊͗͋r̥̘͚̠̝͋̆ͥ̎̓̓̊ ̭̣͙͑͑̄́t̜̓͠h̵̅͊ͥ̎̄ė̖̮̯̜͔̯̩ ͚͋ͫͧͦ̈͂͑s̲͊̅̾͛̃ͬa̘͈̼̰͂͌̓̊̋̍̋k͒̽̀̐̒̀e̯͓ͪ̾ͤ͑̒̈́ ͣ̒̆ͮͫo̬̞̯ͧͩ̉f̞̀ͣ̉͌ a͇͙ͫ̓̀ ̙̜̻̪͖͈ͯ̐ͬͦ̈́ñ̯͎̮͙̲̺ͩ͌́̓͛̕e̤͇̬̗̟̥̿w̏ͧ̈́̚͏̪͍̻̱̲ ͉̥͙͙̟̑͌̇̾̊͋̓͠w̲͍͙̘͖͚͒ͧȍ̱̩̂̊͗̎̋r̳͓̤͉̖̙͔̄ͭl̉̊̉ḓ͔̳̈͟,͈̈ͫ͑ͧ̆̕ ͎̹̼͙̅̉̃͝Ȋ̗̯̮̻͎̯͐͞ ̭̺͚̭̭̹͎̆̃ͪ̈ͩ̓̓w̢̪̩͖̰̟̦͋̏̾̿́̓̽ȋ̩̦̮̤̭͉̻̐͆͐ͩ̚l҉͈̟l ̷̼̦̟̳̓c̳̹l̨͉ͯͨe̠ͦͮ̏̽͡ȧ̝̣̙͕͓͛̂n̦̗̻̲̙̭̓̅̌se̖͕̠̱̦̦͆͌̓͒ ͓̯̠͔̰ͦͣ̽ͅt̤̞̮̉̋̏͆̓͂͢h̵͇͖̥̬̱̰̅ͧ̋̏̇̾i̭̯̎͡s͈ͦ̀̃̉ͭͫ̀ ̣ͦ̆ͮͪͣ̔ͪl͖̦̝̞ͧ̀ą͈͔̲̙̱̖͔ͬ͒̿ͫn͚̩̼d̳ͧ̈́̉̃!͚̪͔̯͠"̘̭̪͈̃́̋̇͗ͬ̀

[luxurorsamurai]

@Waruiwalter [Closed Thread]

[luxurorsamurai]

It was quite a start, Walter grabbing his arm so suddenly like that. He looked worried, and that didnt seem to aid the lively thumping in his chest. This was ridiculous. When did he react to Walter like this? Walter was merely concerned for his health, as he had every right to be after the last visit. Jonathan had been horribly sick, and Walter had been overcome with worry about it. 

"W-Walter I am fine, I assure you," he protested, brows furrowing ever so slightly from the pressure on his arm. Any harder and those fingers would leave bruises against his skin. Walter had such strong hands - callous too, though to be expected of the son of a fishermen.

Jonathan slowly nodded his head, letting out a soft breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding with how close Walter had come. Now that the other had taken a step back… Jonathan seemed less tense. “I am well, Walter, you needn’t worry about me so,” he assured his fellow. “I have taken proper precaution. My illness has indeed passed and I am healthy again.”

Though his comment was a little…interesting. He’d been plagued by certain aspects? What in God’s name could have had him so worried? Jonathan had been the one sick. “Pray tell, my friend, what is it that plagues you?”

[waruiwalter]

Walter feels himself jump, startled by Jonathan’s question. Truly, he should have expected the other to inquire further with a comment like that, but how was he to answer? There were far too many things to be named, and Walter was not in the slightest as eloquent with his words as Jonathan. The samurai cast his eyes away, taking time to consider and deliberate on his words.

“Some of the actions I took were not…” He paused, scowling while the proper words escaped him. “They were acts of impulse and desperation.” He clarified. Shakily, he took in a breath. “I know what I resorted to could be considered… strange, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable…”

Walter sighs, his shoulders heaving visibly while his voice drops to a whisper. “I just couldn’t bear to see you like that—”

[luxurorsamurai]

That... ah, that was what he was referring to. The manner of which he had given Jonathan the medicine. Yes, indeed in their wold it would be considered most strange and unwelcomed by God and the angels, would it not? Though the fact of the matter being that Jonathan had thought often about that very event. Did his reaction to it mark him as unclean? Was he not worthy of salvation because of the way he felt about that instance of desperation and action that Walter took?

"I see," he began slowly, "Well... I for one am grateful for the course of action you took. Strange though it may be, and... while it might have been frowned upon by others.... it is not by me. I was in no state to drink any of that medicine on my own. The cure would have been lost on me if it were not for you."

"It is thanks to you that I am still here, I owe you much, Walter." Jonathan did not know if he would have survived the fever. Though he had been trying to be optimistic at the time, he knew now that such a thing probably only made it harder for Walter to face.

"I would like to repay you, somehow."

[luxurorsamurai]

Source

[luxurorsamurai]

[Event!01] Corruption

"There is something terribly wrong here."

Jonathan wasn't feeling quite himself. The announcement that had crackled throughout the city earlier had him worried, not to mention the sudden changes in the surrounding area. He'd been just leaving his home, only to barely escape the reaching vines of various plants in the elevator. The ride up felt like it took forever. The elevator grew more stuffy and crowding by the second. Jonathan felt feverish, his head throbbed as if his heartbeat was in his head. 

"What is Ḥ̼̼̭̰̟̤̊a͖̼̩̮̯̚ppening? My hͥ͒̿͊e̩͕͢a̻͓̗͕̳ͪ͒̋̽̓̾͂d̜͚̻̤̽̈-- "

It was as if the entire elevator had stopped now, 

Glitch- Ǧ͓͖̠̈́̿̋ͬ̂́l͙̥̯̥̲̞̉ͦͪͮ̔i̦̦̥͗ͪẗ͉̜̤͉͎̬̗́̇c̾ͨ̽ͥh̥͉͎̻͎̋̓-͖̹̟ͥ͆͑̑̂̓͢

He could faintly see it in the reflection of the closed doors. It wasn't the elevator glitching, it was him. Feathers in his hair, coming from his back -- were those wings.

Ǧ͓͖̠̈́̿̋ͬ̂́l͙̥̯̥̲̞̉ͦͪͮ̔i̦̦̥͗ͪẗ͉̜̤͉͎̬̗́̇c̾ͨ̽ͥh̥͉͎̻͎̋̓-͖̹̟ͥ͆͑̑̂̓͢

Of course they were. What else would they be? His form was incomplete, but it seemed in this current state there was nothing more that could be done. He would have to clean out the corrupted filth suppressing his holy form. Suddenly it seemed as if the doors opened, or had they been opened this whole time, simply waiting for him to realize it. He stepped out into the cooler air up top, the flickering image of wings stretching out from his back as a look of almost bliss seemed to come to his face. 

Outside was nice, outside was w͕̤̲̫͒r̢̠̗̹̝o̽͑ͬ͂̅͢nͦ̿́̀̾̐ğ̸̜̣̮͗. It was all w͕̤̲̫͒r̢̠̗̹̝o̽͑ͬ͂̅͢nͦ̿́̀̾̐ğ̸̜̣̮͗ and c̴̱̈́̿͑o̫̹͓͙̬̣̾̒̂̆̅ṙ̦͈̘̮͂ͪ͘r̸̲͕̪͉ͬ̓͋̍͌ͬͅu̲̖̱̪̫̮̿̂̇͊͋p͑͗҉̝̪̙t̊̃̿͌̐͏e̹̤̞̠̜̊͑͒d̼͕̦͙͎̘ͤ̓̿̏͜. Why had he not seen all this filth earlier? All these sinners and unclean ones. They must be judged in the name of the lord and cleansed, wiped out. He had to find those who walked in the light of God and protect them form the taint of Lucifer.

"̩̙͙̞̮̼I̖͆ͬ̓ͫ ̣̯͎͙͚ͅả̟͖̖̯ͪ̋m͙͂ͭ̐ͬͯ͐ ͕̬͕̠̐̾̄t̩̹̣̳͖̻ͫͪ̍h̔̍̽̉͌̽̒e̪̳ͨ͌̎ͪ͌̓ͅ ͕̖̫̺̼̮͒ͯ͂ͨͅḼ̢ợ͚͚̞̾̆ͦͧr̷͇̠̺̋̐̓̃d̦̤̮̫͌̑̎'̦̹̲ͨ̄͂̇ͤs̟͍̳̯̓̿͜ ͕͈̮c̡͕̄͒͊͊̆h̰̥̳̗͒͑͊͑̄̉̕ͅa͌́̔ͬr̶͎̝͕̭̼̝̮ͭi̢̗̠̲̔̌̇͛̇̑o̴̼̤̬̘̥̗t̳̟̖̫̮́̌̽̓ͮͤ,̣ͭ̈́͢ ̶̬ͣ̒ͬ͂ͫ̈́̚ą̫̣̗̖ͭ̑́͑n̪̺̓ͪͧ̔̕d̠͙̝͖̩̟͌ ͊̑̂̃̾́I̯͈̣͗͌ͬ͆͡ ͛͑̎̉҉̯̫̼w̱͍̙̎̆ͬ̾ͯͯ̚ī̼̥̥̈́̅ͯ̌ͤl̩̝͍̳͓ĺ͍̻̗̈̽̍ͅ ̻̫̞͛͞c̏͊̍̎҉̲̱l̞͇̰̫̟̩͐͋́ͪ̾e̡͔̦̺͍͓͈͈̋̇̓ͪ͐ͭ̏a͈̝̦͓̙̝̯ͧͬͧ̆̑͝n̖ͪ̊͂̔s̸͖̮͈̱̦̫̙e̠̾̾̃ͧ ͬ̒̓̏̌҉̩̜̦͔̖̯̩ṯ̥͍̖̺́̄ͩ̈́̅h̭ͪ̄̎̑̾̏iͧ̆ͫ͊ͮ͢s͛ͣͨ ̟̑̈́͟pͦ͞í̸̳͉͍̻̀͂͌̆t̠̞ͩ̒͑̈́͐ͭi̍̂̈́̇f̱̊ͯͦu͑̄̋́̎͒͞l͎̾ͥ ̽͂́̍̕w̼̎̆ô̧̫̣̬̾̌͊r̨͓̜̤͈̔l̩̊͒̒ͨͅd̦̮̙̂ͦ̀̒̎.͈̓ͣ͂͝"̋͏̹̞̳͙͇ͅ

[luxurorsamurai]

Hack!Event;

Personality Alterations; Hacked!Jonathan is more of a extreme righteous figure (Such as Law ending Jonathan). Calls himself 'God's Chariot' and that what he does is the will of God. However his personality might glitch back and forth between normal Jonathan and Angel!Jonathan. Abilities; Counter ability is now active (Low activity, but still active), as well as the use of his ice magic (bufu).

Appearance; Angelic like traits about his appearance, feather's strewn about his hair as well aside from the wings on his back. However the wings glitch in and out sometimes so they're mere decoration.

Other; Speech can be heard here (warning! Major spoilers). S͖̓̋̉ͪp̢̙e͉̯͖͍̳̳̍e̖͍̞͕͈͛͛c͖̮̼̬͌̾ͮ͛h̴̥̱̃̇ ̺ͭ̒͜w̗ͧͫ͝i͏͚l̆̀l̫̪͕̥̳̬͢ ͚́ͥ͑̂͝b̘̺͖͎̏͂ẽ̬̗̠͚͎͙̣̑̅̐ ̝̦͕̄̂͝ṕ͚͍͕̰̝ͦͬ͡o̯͖͈̻͓͇̫͊ͭr̘ͯ̊ͯͯ̾̀ͧṯ͕̭̭̱̋ͭͨ̋ͅr̦̐̐ͬͧ͜a͕̱͕̟͉ͨͦ̈́y̲̳͚̩̥̔ͨ̅͐̋̀e̵̳͓̙͉̣̱̿ͅd̰͙̼̲̪ ̹̟̹á̓̕š̬̥̥̗ͥ͐̐ͤͦ ̧͖̜͓̺̫͊͂̓̐͒̍s̄ͯ̂̅͝u̘͖̠̦͗̀c̷̠͇̪̜̼͎h̶̞̺̥ͫ̂ͅ.̦̩ͤͫ͐ͥ̊̒͝.  As a side note he might also refer to Walter as Lucifer for spoiler reasons now and then when Angel!Jonathan.

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[vorfreuden-deactivated20140327]

“Oh, I thought it was a bracer!" like the sort of things Jude uses to fight with. She figured he had known both martial arts and swordsmanship which would’ve been really amazing. But this was even more amazing! “Woah, that’s totally cool! Wish I could also have Burroughs help me out." 

“But a cellphone, huh? So… from her explanation, that means we can call each other and stuff? But how do we even do that?”

[luxurorsamurai]

I've checked, but it doesnt seem like your 'cell phone' is capable of

supporting an AI program like mine.

Not that Burroughs could actually do anything about it if it was capable of supporting that kind of program. Jonathan, as Burroughs spoke, took a better look at the device in Leia's hand. There were numbered buttons, and such on there, so there had to be a means of selecting communications, was there not? "According to the screen there seems to be selections you can make. Though I dont quite see any instructions as to how it can be used to connect to other devices..."

According to the data I located, you input numbers that correspond with the

device you want to contact. These are called 'phone numbers' and are assig

ned to each individual phone. Upon further investigation, I have found an

assigned such number for us as well.

Burroughs seemed to shift on the screen, pulling up a display that was also shown as a projection. It was a compilation of the data she had found about the phone from her search, as well as a displayed assigned number for Jonathan and Burroughs's unit. "Thank you, Burroughs, this is quite helpful."

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☁ — “Same to you, Johnathan. Oh— well…” Ventus you don’t normally talk about other worlds with people, that’s not how things are done. “Uhh… well, it’s a different world that I visited, but I would love to tell you about it.”

Beaming, Ventus began to talk about one of the worlds he had visited. “When I first got there, there was a festival going on, so you can imagine that everyone was out and about in the town, even the Queen! She was really nice, actually, as well as everyone else in the town. There was a lot of different places to hang out. I don’t think I’ve seen a town that big before. I’ve only got to explore whatever I can, even underground which was like a factory down there that runs the towns electricity and machinery it seems.”

[luxurorsamurai]

"Another world?" Well he was certain that there were other worlds now due to the fact that he'd ended up here. But to think that this boy had been to other worlds even before ending up here. Perhaps that made it a little easier to adjust to winding up in a place like this. Though, did that mean he could leave at any time? Or had the scientists restricted that sort of freedom?

"That sounds like a rather interesting place, indeed!" Jonathan commented. Though his curiosity about the small blonde was now stirred. "So then do you venture to other worlds often?" he queried, most interested to hear of such things.

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“Jon!" Leia smiled, happy to see the male after a couple of days of not bumping into each other. She’s been wanting to tell him about how people from home had started to appear here, which seemed to have brighten up her time here. Though the guilt of being happy to see Jude and the others here never goes away, since it’s not really all that good either. “Burroughs…?" she held the contraption out to him thinking it was a good idea to do so. “Woah, what a neat trick!”

[luxurorsamurai]

Jonathan seemed surprised for a moment, being called 'Jon'. He'd earned a nickname, it seemed. Unexpected, but not exactly unwelcomed. "I, ah, yes. I received my gauntlet back a while ago, thankfully. Burroughs can do many things that help make life a little easier."

Scan complete.

This device is called a 'cell phone'. According to data it is used for  communication between other similar devices. I went ahead and  compared it to apps we have available and it seems that it is compatible with the systems we have. We should be able to use it to communicate with Leia by verbal communication, or by sending messages known as 'texting'

[luxurorsamurai]

Calculating...

[datarequiem-blog]

She gave off a small sigh of relief, happy to dismiss his odd behavior as just a brief misunderstanding. Stranger things have happened, she reminded herself, but proceeding with slight caution seemed to always be a good idea in these sorts of situations. Sundays had certainly taught her that.

"That’s alright, I was just walking over to the bookstore. I actually didn’t expect to run into you today," she remarked in what she hoped was a reassuring tone, almost immediately a puzzled expression settled on her features once again, "Burroughs? Who’s-"

The rest of the question lingered unsaid in the air, as Jonathan directed her attention to a strange device set on his gauntlet she hadn’t noticed before. Sera brought a hand to cover her mouth to hold back a gasp, slight blush on her cheeks, but her features lit up all the same as an automated female voice spoke to her. Ever since she set foot here, she had never encountered an AI. Granted this one was majorly different than her friends, but for some reason she found comfort in her all the same.

"Miss Burroughs, it’s a pleasure to meet you!" Her hands were clasped in front of her, delight clearly evident in her voice. She didn’t feel strange at all treating the AI as if she were a living breathing person. "Welcome to Hive City, I’m happy you could join us."

[luxurorsamurai]

It was a little odd, he had to admit. Seeing Sera speaking to her like she was a real person had not been really expected. Still, it was a rather nice change. Not that Jonathan treated her like just a machine. He always knew how blessed he was to have Burroughs at his aid, and always made sure to thank her for her assistance. It might be her purpose, but it was still nice to have the help. 

"Burroughs is really quite helpful. I'm certainly glad to have her back to aid me. Though many of her apps have been disabled, she can still scan things for me and present me with information available with what data she can access." 

It is a pleasure to meet you. I would say I'm happy to be here, but I dont have emotions. Either way it is good to be back with my master. By the  by, did you say you were going to the bookstore?

That was right. It seemed Jonathan has missed that earlier mention for a moment. "That's right. I was... well I was rather concerned. Certain literature in my world had been thought to bring about some rather concerning...problems." He didnt wish to outright say it turned the people into demons. He needn't scare her with tales like that. "I wanted to be sure it was safe before adventuring into such a place. I was quite the avid reader back home... with what was available." Books were rather scarce back home, after all.