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Jul 14, 2016 4:03:03 GMT
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Post by T3KNA on Jul 14, 2016 4:03:03 GMT
everyone knew about karl jansing.
or, well, misty thought they should. then again, most of the public wasn't as into computers as she was, so maybe it was more of a niche thing. but anyone who followed jansing knew he worked heavily with virtual reality, something that was really up and coming these days. but what wasn't really up and coming was actually sending your physical form inside the computer.
it was honestly something straight out of tron, and misty couldn't be more excited when she read the article on the kingsport newspaper's website about the cryptic message left on jansing's computer. then again, it wasn't exciting if jansing was like, hurt or something, but if he actually got into his computer it would be huge.
she barely had time to finish reading the article when she was pulling up her console commands. jansing's work was some pretty advanced code, and it took misty a few days to crack it. however, she nearly burst into tears when she found a way in.
now...all she needed to do was find jansing.
by this point, everyone knew that mrs. jansing was searching for anyone to help her find her husband. so, instead of sitting behind the blue glow of a computer screen for the fourth consecutive day, misty cleaned herself up and made her way to the jansing residence. it wasn't too long of a bus ride, but when she found the place she noticed that she wasn't the first person to make it there.
someone was standing at the door, talking to a woman she could only presume to be jansing's wife, and without waiting a beat she made her way up. she didn't want to miss out on this.
"hey!" she called out. "mrs. jansing! i think i can help find your husband!"
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Post by scarf on Jul 14, 2016 5:03:15 GMT
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He was only given the task to protect the field researchers though, so that’s fair enough. This is however, the fourth day of nothing. Nothing at all! Scarf personally thought that they were playing too safe. None of them even dared to touch the computer for too long. The most contact they have been with it is when they hooked up their laptops to it. He thought they should exert more effort, but he has no room to talk. He displays a similar velleity after all, he only felt partly responsible for the canaille’s well-being.
“We need to go back.” They told him. “What?” was the only word to come out of Scarf, hoping the team would explain further.
“We were looking into this the wrong way. Yes, wrong. We have to pick up a couple of equipment at the headquarters, ask for a check we can give Mrs. Jansing for her hotels.”
“..You mean to kick her out?” Scarf clarified. “Yes and no, it’s not permanent, hopefully. We simply can’t risk her safety. Who knows what will happen during our research.” Both of the hero’s eyes squinted now, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times as if he’s trying to search for the right thing to say. He’d continue arguing, really he would, but why won’t they just move the computer itself? But they probably know something he doesn’t. It was difficult, but he acquiesced.
He escorted three of the I.Ts, all the while trying to calm down Mrs. Jansing. He watched the black van they arrived with leave, quietly praying they wouldn’t take too long. “What happened? What's going to happen my husband?” she kept asking him. He didn’t know what to say. He did know what she wanted to hear, but he couldn’t say it himself. He can’t make any promises. Instead it came from someone else. Scarf turned to the owner of the voice, claiming she has the aid they needed. “You are?”
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Post by T3KNA on Jul 24, 2016 0:22:18 GMT
she was a little out of breath and she probably looked a little ragged from the quick run from the bus stop, but she could help. she knew she could.
there was someone else with mrs. jansing, and she really didn't have any clue as to who he might be. he, however, wanted to know who she was, so misty supposed some introductions were in order.
"my name is, uh..." did she want to give out her real name? she wasn't in disguise or anything and she wasn't sure who this guy was at all, but it's not like she was doing anything...terribly illegal.
"my name's t3kna," she said, though the 3 was obviously an e sound. perhaps it would be best to opt for the online alias and hide her real name, at least for now. hopefully neither of them were up on the white-hat hacking world; even though misty knew she was doing things for good now, it was still technically against the law.
mrs. jansing looked hopeful, at least, asking how on earth this short girl could help find her missing husband.
"i know it sounds totally crazy, but...i think your husband went inside the computer, mrs. jansing. i know, it sounds like tron, right?" maybe mrs. jansing hadn't seen tron. misty still continued. "at any rate, i think...i can find a way in and i'm pretty sure i can find a way in, then i could probably locate your husband!"
there were an awful lot of 'i thinks' and 'pretty sures' and 'probablys' though, mrs. jansing brought up.
"i know, i know, it's...well, it's kind of crazy to even think about myself," she said. "but still, i don't want to promise i can't find him but i'm really really really positive i can. can i have a chance?"
she looked at the other guy standing there with jansing's wife. "please?"
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Jul 24, 2016 14:42:32 GMT
Post by scarf on Jul 24, 2016 14:42:32 GMT
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On the other hand, Mrs. Jansing didn’t have the luxury of being chary. The desperation have completely plagued her mind, it was irrational and reckless. That’s what love does to people, and Scarf couldn’t dare say anything about it.
“Tron?” the troubled woman asked, momentarily turning to the Initiative hero for an answer. “..It’s that one movie with the skintight suits and rollerblades.” And almost without any effort thinking about his choice of words, Scarf gave his answer. That probably just confused Mrs. Jansing even more.
Scarf continued to listen to her, understanding the weight and danger of her proposal. He didn’t know her, or what she’s capable of. So far, she’s only an eager civilian wanting to help the nice old lady up the hill. He raised an index, tapping it twice against his forehead, quietly trying to make a decision. The please was hard to deny, and truthfully he was getting tired of waiting too. It’ll be highly irresponsible of him to involve her though, but she’s the only one he’s got.
“Really, really, reeaally positive?” he repeated. “It’s cool, it’s cool. We’re cool. How about we get inside first?” he then offered to both the ladies. Scarf would lead them back to the room, right to where Mr. Jansing’s computer is.
“Alright, I’m the hero here. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go in there.” Scarf was only telling them the truth, but he wasn’t done yet. “..Not alone. I’ll be responsible for everything around here. I’m going with you.” Mrs. Jansing couldn’t help but smile and glee at his decision, and the hero could only let out a sigh, feeling that he’ll regret this later. “I’m Scarf by the way, how does this work?”
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