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BATTLE NETWORK CYBERSYSTEM: The Manic Saga
Vol. 1: The Darkness of Our Pasts
Chapter 1: Every Story Begins Somewhere...
Hey Shadow! Look what I found!
I woke up in the middle of the night after hearing a kid's voice ring through my head. It sounded all too familiar a voice, but I didn't know anyone that young who had a voice like that. Also, I had no idea just who this 'Shadow' guy was.
I tried to go back to sleep after a while and found it useless. Screw it, I told myself as I got up from my bed and went to get some water from the kitchen. I had to be careful not to wake up old pops or gram, so I silently glided across the oak-laid floor in the living room, glancing at old pops's medals he got from the Eurasian Marine Corps way back in the day. I only heard the story every other day since I saw those, 'That day I saved most half my platoon from a crisis back in the Netopian War and almost got killed in the process!'
Old pops was a good man, even though his own name stated that he was very old. In fact, they weren't even really related to me by blood. Grams was a chief nurse over at Beach Street back in the day and that's how she met old pops, she told me. She said he went in there claiming that he had some sort of major dislocation when it was just a bruise and that's how they met. They married a few years after that and their kids, Jack and Laura, went off and started their own families by now. I even knew by my looks that I wasn't related to them because old pops was about half a foot shorter than I was, gram was an entire foot shorter than me and they both had jet black hair. Mine was golden blonde and I stood at a fair 6 foot 2 inches.
I made it to the kitchen without making a sound. Here came the tricky part, getting some water without making a lot of sound. I silently grabbed a glass out of the cabinet over the counter and turned on the faucet to get some water. When the glass was halfway full, I turned the faucet off and leaned against the counter, looking out at the patio and sipping on the water.
Marine Harbor. What a place to live. Lights were everywhere, people were still busy getting coffee just before getting home, talking with old friends and the rest. Even ONBA was out on patrol for some reason, probably to find some netbattlers to chat with and waste time.
Another small thing about netbattling nowadays: navis broke free of their PETs already and they're out on the net, chilling and taking it easy. No one really knows how or why they left, but they're out there somewhere. Another thing, people still netbattle, except now, they've found a way to transmit the entire human body into the internet and make it data for a while by use of a small little bracelet they call the Cyberband. It holds small chips called adaptor bits that can either increase your effectiveness on the net or give you different things that can help you out during netbattles. Also, Datasilver have replaced regular battle chips because they've found to be more effective with loading into cyberbands than battle chips and for the fact that they were made to be a lot stronger than the old battle chips. Times have seriously changed, I swear.
After a while of looking at the town from the counter, I finally finished drinking the glass of water. I filled the glass with another half of water and quietly started back to my room. I looked on the coffee table in the living room and saw the same pictures of me with old pops and gram from a few years ago. I wasn't quite as tall as old pops back then as I was now, but what I noticed more was that we were all smiling and happy. I found it pretty amazing that even though they found me six years ago, they still acted like I was part of their family, like I had always been with them.
I went through the living room quietly and back to my room, trying to reawaken my memories, once again in vain. The reason I didn't go back to my old parents was because I honestly didn't remember who they were. They found me that day and I couldn't even remember my own name, let alone anything else about me. So, old pops and gram, what they wanted me to call them, gave me memories. They said they 'found out' my real name and told me it was Manic, but I know it wasn't my name because it didn't really sound familiar at all to me.
I set the now-empty glass on my desk and laid back on my bed again.
Crap, I thought to myself, gotta run those papers by ONBA for Matsu tomorrow...
To help out old pops and gram, I took up side jobs running errands for merchants around Marine Harbor so they wouldn't have to worry about my personal financing. I was fairly set as well with money, I was just about to move into...
I had almost forgotten. I did run those papers by ONBA today and Matsu had paid me already.
I looked through my wallet quickly and found 1,500 zenny extra. I opened up a drawer in my desk and dumped the money into it. The drawer already had a large sum of it, but I knew that this was what made it.
I finally had enough to buy my own apartment in ACDC.
I was so excited at this. Old pops and gram were already trying to make ends meet with their retirement funds, so having me living with them was just a burden to them. I kept a stash of money in hopes of finding a place to call my own and I finally found it. ACDC Apartments, Room 777. I had the place mapped out for the longest time and I finally had enough to buy the apartment. I didn't even have to pay rent after that because it was an apartment that people would rarely talk about. Even the apartment landlord didn't even want to deal with whatever was going on in that apartment.
Ok, I'll admit this, I'm somewhat of a nerd. After Vinnie, the Wildfire Cafe manager, told me that he recognized me when I did a job for him, he told me he knew my parent's last name was Grave. He couldn't remember what my real name was, nor anything else. He said he only dealt with my father from time to time and only on an executive level. He only knew my father as Mr. Grave, so I thought that he was a big shot in the restaurant business. I also found out that Vinnie was older-than-dirt enough to know that my mother was of the Olson clan. I looked for well over half a year for anything on the Olson and Grave clans, but the only thing I found was a very old relic of the Olson family tree. I found out that I had roots in netbattling in the navi era. My grandfather was named Zero Olson, he was supposedly a great netbattler back in the day, but died from reasons unknown. I looked even further for anything about Zero Olson and found some records that he and another person, Apollyon Kassatsujizai, helped put down a strong navi cloning production site that was hellbent on capturing all navis in the world and copying their data so that they could control every navi in the world. It was crazy, but my grandfather put it down.
I also found out that Zero Olson used to live in ACDC Apartments, Room 777.
I double-checked the money in the drawer to see that it really was enough to buy the place and finally laid back down on my bed. I finally reached my goal. Now, I could let old pops and gram live peaceful lives together without worrying about my own welfare. I went to sleep after a while of thinking about this. I would tell them in the morning that I finally had enough.
Morning came soon and I jumped out of bed and dressed quickly. I wore what I usually always wore, baggy black jeans with a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned blue hawaiian shirt. I also wore three necklaces, one gold choker that old pops gave me when I graduated ACDC High, a silver pendant of a flame that I always thought was cool and related to me a lot and the tribal necklace that I was found with. I always wore these everywhere I went. I quickly made my short blonde hair spiky again and went to the kitchen to tell them the good news.
"You finally have enough, huh?" old pops said when I told him and gram at the kitchen table. I could see that he was already proud of me by the smirk on his face. Gram was a bit saddened by this, I could tell. I knew neither of them wanted me to leave, but they and I knew that I needed to make it on my own.
"So, when will you be leaving?" Gram asked me.
"I thought I'd call up the landlord and tell him that I would buy the place soon enough... it depends on when he'll let me move in, that's all..."
"Manic, I can't begin to tell you how proud of you we are," old pops said. This was one of the very rare times that I heard old pops be serious about something. I was happy myself that I gained their respect.
We ate breakfast and I called the landlord over the phone. He sounded all too ecstatic to hear that someone would be buying the place, but he said I had to clean up if anything was messed up in there. No one even went near the apartment since Zero died, supposedly because of superstition or bad luck, but whatever, none of that really bothered me. So I hung up the phone and went to my room to pack up. I managed to fit everything except for my desk, dresser and bed into one of old pops's marine duffel bags. I gathered the money I saved up and put it into a plastic bag and set my things near the front door. I was ready to leave and get my own place.
"Well, I'm off," I said, a bit crestfallen that I would be leaving them. They were so nice to me, no matter what.
"Take care, Manic, and call us if anything happens, ok?" Gram said as I walked out the door. I waved to old pops and gram one last time before the door closed and I walked down the street towards the Marine Harbor metroline train. I was getting my own place that day. I was proud of even myself.
I was finally standing on the sidewalk in front of ACDC Apartments.
I took a deep breath and sighed. "Here goes nothing..." I said to myself as I opened up the door and walked inside.
"Hello? I'm here about the apartment," I yelled in the desolate front lobby. It was fairly small, but it had a reception office and an elevator next to a flight of stairs.
"Yeah, what'cha want?" the landlord yelled out into the lobby from the office. I leaned over to look through the open doorway and saw the landlord there.
"I'm here about apartment 777," I told him.
"Oh yeah, you. You have my money?" I dropped the plastic bag onto the desk and he hungrily opened it up to look.
"It's all there, I checked," I told him.
"Whatever," the guy said angrily as he threw me the key to the apartment. "You know where it is, go."
I pressed the up button on the elevator and waited for it to open up. God, that guy was mean. The elevator doors finally opened up and I went inside with the duffel bag and pressed the number seven. The elevator took it's time getting to the seventh floor, but it finally stopped. I left the elevator and went down the hallway, looking at the door numbers for apartment 777. Some of the lights in the hallway were shattered, so it made the hunt that much harder, but I finally found it near the middle of the hallway and on the right. It had a large metal door that slid to the side. When I was scoping out this apartment, I found out that it was a studio apartment, so it was just one big room with a kitchen section in the corner and a raised level near the back of the room.
I unlocked the door and slid the large door open. I then knew why no one even went near this apartment.
They didn't even bother to clean up the blood stains.
Well, I don't own anything related to Capcom, but I do own Manic Grave(because that's who I am) and all things related to him. Also, please review with comments and/or constructive criticism. I'm a masochist for criticism. ^_^
BATTLE NETWORK CYBERSYSTEM: The Manic Saga
Vol. 1: The Darkness of Our Pasts
Chapter 1: Every Story Begins Somewhere...
Hey Shadow! Look what I found!
I woke up in the middle of the night after hearing a kid's voice ring through my head. It sounded all too familiar a voice, but I didn't know anyone that young who had a voice like that. Also, I had no idea just who this 'Shadow' guy was.
I tried to go back to sleep after a while and found it useless. Screw it, I told myself as I got up from my bed and went to get some water from the kitchen. I had to be careful not to wake up old pops or gram, so I silently glided across the oak-laid floor in the living room, glancing at old pops's medals he got from the Eurasian Marine Corps way back in the day. I only heard the story every other day since I saw those, 'That day I saved most half my platoon from a crisis back in the Netopian War and almost got killed in the process!'
Old pops was a good man, even though his own name stated that he was very old. In fact, they weren't even really related to me by blood. Grams was a chief nurse over at Beach Street back in the day and that's how she met old pops, she told me. She said he went in there claiming that he had some sort of major dislocation when it was just a bruise and that's how they met. They married a few years after that and their kids, Jack and Laura, went off and started their own families by now. I even knew by my looks that I wasn't related to them because old pops was about half a foot shorter than I was, gram was an entire foot shorter than me and they both had jet black hair. Mine was golden blonde and I stood at a fair 6 foot 2 inches.
I made it to the kitchen without making a sound. Here came the tricky part, getting some water without making a lot of sound. I silently grabbed a glass out of the cabinet over the counter and turned on the faucet to get some water. When the glass was halfway full, I turned the faucet off and leaned against the counter, looking out at the patio and sipping on the water.
Marine Harbor. What a place to live. Lights were everywhere, people were still busy getting coffee just before getting home, talking with old friends and the rest. Even ONBA was out on patrol for some reason, probably to find some netbattlers to chat with and waste time.
Another small thing about netbattling nowadays: navis broke free of their PETs already and they're out on the net, chilling and taking it easy. No one really knows how or why they left, but they're out there somewhere. Another thing, people still netbattle, except now, they've found a way to transmit the entire human body into the internet and make it data for a while by use of a small little bracelet they call the Cyberband. It holds small chips called adaptor bits that can either increase your effectiveness on the net or give you different things that can help you out during netbattles. Also, Datasilver have replaced regular battle chips because they've found to be more effective with loading into cyberbands than battle chips and for the fact that they were made to be a lot stronger than the old battle chips. Times have seriously changed, I swear.
After a while of looking at the town from the counter, I finally finished drinking the glass of water. I filled the glass with another half of water and quietly started back to my room. I looked on the coffee table in the living room and saw the same pictures of me with old pops and gram from a few years ago. I wasn't quite as tall as old pops back then as I was now, but what I noticed more was that we were all smiling and happy. I found it pretty amazing that even though they found me six years ago, they still acted like I was part of their family, like I had always been with them.
I went through the living room quietly and back to my room, trying to reawaken my memories, once again in vain. The reason I didn't go back to my old parents was because I honestly didn't remember who they were. They found me that day and I couldn't even remember my own name, let alone anything else about me. So, old pops and gram, what they wanted me to call them, gave me memories. They said they 'found out' my real name and told me it was Manic, but I know it wasn't my name because it didn't really sound familiar at all to me.
I set the now-empty glass on my desk and laid back on my bed again.
Crap, I thought to myself, gotta run those papers by ONBA for Matsu tomorrow...
To help out old pops and gram, I took up side jobs running errands for merchants around Marine Harbor so they wouldn't have to worry about my personal financing. I was fairly set as well with money, I was just about to move into...
I had almost forgotten. I did run those papers by ONBA today and Matsu had paid me already.
I looked through my wallet quickly and found 1,500 zenny extra. I opened up a drawer in my desk and dumped the money into it. The drawer already had a large sum of it, but I knew that this was what made it.
I finally had enough to buy my own apartment in ACDC.
I was so excited at this. Old pops and gram were already trying to make ends meet with their retirement funds, so having me living with them was just a burden to them. I kept a stash of money in hopes of finding a place to call my own and I finally found it. ACDC Apartments, Room 777. I had the place mapped out for the longest time and I finally had enough to buy the apartment. I didn't even have to pay rent after that because it was an apartment that people would rarely talk about. Even the apartment landlord didn't even want to deal with whatever was going on in that apartment.
Ok, I'll admit this, I'm somewhat of a nerd. After Vinnie, the Wildfire Cafe manager, told me that he recognized me when I did a job for him, he told me he knew my parent's last name was Grave. He couldn't remember what my real name was, nor anything else. He said he only dealt with my father from time to time and only on an executive level. He only knew my father as Mr. Grave, so I thought that he was a big shot in the restaurant business. I also found out that Vinnie was older-than-dirt enough to know that my mother was of the Olson clan. I looked for well over half a year for anything on the Olson and Grave clans, but the only thing I found was a very old relic of the Olson family tree. I found out that I had roots in netbattling in the navi era. My grandfather was named Zero Olson, he was supposedly a great netbattler back in the day, but died from reasons unknown. I looked even further for anything about Zero Olson and found some records that he and another person, Apollyon Kassatsujizai, helped put down a strong navi cloning production site that was hellbent on capturing all navis in the world and copying their data so that they could control every navi in the world. It was crazy, but my grandfather put it down.
I also found out that Zero Olson used to live in ACDC Apartments, Room 777.
I double-checked the money in the drawer to see that it really was enough to buy the place and finally laid back down on my bed. I finally reached my goal. Now, I could let old pops and gram live peaceful lives together without worrying about my own welfare. I went to sleep after a while of thinking about this. I would tell them in the morning that I finally had enough.
Morning came soon and I jumped out of bed and dressed quickly. I wore what I usually always wore, baggy black jeans with a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned blue hawaiian shirt. I also wore three necklaces, one gold choker that old pops gave me when I graduated ACDC High, a silver pendant of a flame that I always thought was cool and related to me a lot and the tribal necklace that I was found with. I always wore these everywhere I went. I quickly made my short blonde hair spiky again and went to the kitchen to tell them the good news.
"You finally have enough, huh?" old pops said when I told him and gram at the kitchen table. I could see that he was already proud of me by the smirk on his face. Gram was a bit saddened by this, I could tell. I knew neither of them wanted me to leave, but they and I knew that I needed to make it on my own.
"So, when will you be leaving?" Gram asked me.
"I thought I'd call up the landlord and tell him that I would buy the place soon enough... it depends on when he'll let me move in, that's all..."
"Manic, I can't begin to tell you how proud of you we are," old pops said. This was one of the very rare times that I heard old pops be serious about something. I was happy myself that I gained their respect.
We ate breakfast and I called the landlord over the phone. He sounded all too ecstatic to hear that someone would be buying the place, but he said I had to clean up if anything was messed up in there. No one even went near the apartment since Zero died, supposedly because of superstition or bad luck, but whatever, none of that really bothered me. So I hung up the phone and went to my room to pack up. I managed to fit everything except for my desk, dresser and bed into one of old pops's marine duffel bags. I gathered the money I saved up and put it into a plastic bag and set my things near the front door. I was ready to leave and get my own place.
"Well, I'm off," I said, a bit crestfallen that I would be leaving them. They were so nice to me, no matter what.
"Take care, Manic, and call us if anything happens, ok?" Gram said as I walked out the door. I waved to old pops and gram one last time before the door closed and I walked down the street towards the Marine Harbor metroline train. I was getting my own place that day. I was proud of even myself.
I was finally standing on the sidewalk in front of ACDC Apartments.
I took a deep breath and sighed. "Here goes nothing..." I said to myself as I opened up the door and walked inside.
"Hello? I'm here about the apartment," I yelled in the desolate front lobby. It was fairly small, but it had a reception office and an elevator next to a flight of stairs.
"Yeah, what'cha want?" the landlord yelled out into the lobby from the office. I leaned over to look through the open doorway and saw the landlord there.
"I'm here about apartment 777," I told him.
"Oh yeah, you. You have my money?" I dropped the plastic bag onto the desk and he hungrily opened it up to look.
"It's all there, I checked," I told him.
"Whatever," the guy said angrily as he threw me the key to the apartment. "You know where it is, go."
I pressed the up button on the elevator and waited for it to open up. God, that guy was mean. The elevator doors finally opened up and I went inside with the duffel bag and pressed the number seven. The elevator took it's time getting to the seventh floor, but it finally stopped. I left the elevator and went down the hallway, looking at the door numbers for apartment 777. Some of the lights in the hallway were shattered, so it made the hunt that much harder, but I finally found it near the middle of the hallway and on the right. It had a large metal door that slid to the side. When I was scoping out this apartment, I found out that it was a studio apartment, so it was just one big room with a kitchen section in the corner and a raised level near the back of the room.
I unlocked the door and slid the large door open. I then knew why no one even went near this apartment.
They didn't even bother to clean up the blood stains.
Well, I don't own anything related to Capcom, but I do own Manic Grave(because that's who I am) and all things related to him. Also, please review with comments and/or constructive criticism. I'm a masochist for criticism. ^_^