Chater 6: Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't sue
*Deep In side Charon's OS*
If a computer could become worried then this one was boarding on
frantic. After the faint flare up of power not one single indicator of
Ranko's existence had registered. Thousands of scenarios had been
shifted and discarded, millions of plans of action had been created and
discarded. Finally, with all other avenues of research exhausted the
central computer of Pluto began to search out more information.
First stop was the other planetary computers, they had been
running since the fall of the Silven Millenium but their knowledge banks
had shrunk over the years as neglect and the ravages of time had taken
their toll.
Pluto was the only one to still maintain any sort of long range
detection or communication devices. Finding no information in it's
brother computers it turned to a certain hand-held device created around
the fall of the silver millennium. Unfortunetly it was currently switched
off, providing no help there.
Finally with no other means available, the central Plutoian
computer began the labor intensive task of accessing computer not part
of the original Silver Millenium network. The GP database contained
little information on Earth, mostly reports filed by two detectives
concerned with protecting a small group of Jurian nobles living on earth.
The files were flagged for further analysis when time permitted.
Yaggrasil kept responding with an invalid password message when
queried. With the two main data banks yielding no info there was no other
place to turn to except for a motley collection of databases and serves
that made up the Earth's own global information net.
With what might have been a sigh if computers could sigh it
began the painstaking task of shifting information. Looking for gains of
gold amongst the flotsam and jetsam that the earthlings called 'The
Internet'
*Under a Certain Bridge on Earth*
Ranma (now Ranko) was at a loss as to what to do. She now knew
the reason for most of the troubles in her life, she could also feel
more memories trying to push their way forward. It would be very easy
to fall into these new memories, to immerse herself in a different life, a
different time.
Ranko noted that the unusual lady had disappeared but knowing the
chaos that existed in both lifetimes paid it no head. What she needed
now was a plan, and someplace to think. Acting on a sudden hunch she
pulled a small card out of her pocket and examined it once again.
Setsuna Meiu
Consoler
Below it ran the lengthy Japanese street address and telephone
numbers. Slowly a smile began to appear on Ranko's face.
*Hours Later*
Ranko stared at the unfamiliar door nervously. What did she
expect Setsuna to do? Take her in right off the streets? Her card did
mention that she was a consoler so she might at least listen to her.
Letting out a final sigh Ranko raised her hand, knocked
firmly at the door and waited. After a moment or two a tall blond girl
opened the door. The two merely blinked at each other, not having seen
what they expected.
"Sorry to bother you, I think I have the wrong house. I'm
looking for Setsuna Meiu do you know where she lives?"
"Setsuna does live here but she's out at the moment. Would you
like to come in and wait for her?"
Haraku couldn't believe that she managed to say that with a
strait face. They had almost torn all of Tokyo apart looking for Ranko
and here she was, standing on her doorstep.
"I don't want to be a bother." Ranko turned and was about to
leave when she felt a hand gently grab her arm.
"It's no bother, I'm sure Setsuna will be back soon."
"Ok"
Without a backwards glace Ranko allowed herself to be pulled
inside.
Authors Notes: Sorry it's been sooooo long. I kinda got sucked into
Harry Potter, work, school, and other fun things. Don't know what I'm
going to do next suggestions anyone?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, please don't sue
*Deep In side Charon's OS*
If a computer could become worried then this one was boarding on
frantic. After the faint flare up of power not one single indicator of
Ranko's existence had registered. Thousands of scenarios had been
shifted and discarded, millions of plans of action had been created and
discarded. Finally, with all other avenues of research exhausted the
central computer of Pluto began to search out more information.
First stop was the other planetary computers, they had been
running since the fall of the Silven Millenium but their knowledge banks
had shrunk over the years as neglect and the ravages of time had taken
their toll.
Pluto was the only one to still maintain any sort of long range
detection or communication devices. Finding no information in it's
brother computers it turned to a certain hand-held device created around
the fall of the silver millennium. Unfortunetly it was currently switched
off, providing no help there.
Finally with no other means available, the central Plutoian
computer began the labor intensive task of accessing computer not part
of the original Silver Millenium network. The GP database contained
little information on Earth, mostly reports filed by two detectives
concerned with protecting a small group of Jurian nobles living on earth.
The files were flagged for further analysis when time permitted.
Yaggrasil kept responding with an invalid password message when
queried. With the two main data banks yielding no info there was no other
place to turn to except for a motley collection of databases and serves
that made up the Earth's own global information net.
With what might have been a sigh if computers could sigh it
began the painstaking task of shifting information. Looking for gains of
gold amongst the flotsam and jetsam that the earthlings called 'The
Internet'
*Under a Certain Bridge on Earth*
Ranma (now Ranko) was at a loss as to what to do. She now knew
the reason for most of the troubles in her life, she could also feel
more memories trying to push their way forward. It would be very easy
to fall into these new memories, to immerse herself in a different life, a
different time.
Ranko noted that the unusual lady had disappeared but knowing the
chaos that existed in both lifetimes paid it no head. What she needed
now was a plan, and someplace to think. Acting on a sudden hunch she
pulled a small card out of her pocket and examined it once again.
Setsuna Meiu
Consoler
Below it ran the lengthy Japanese street address and telephone
numbers. Slowly a smile began to appear on Ranko's face.
*Hours Later*
Ranko stared at the unfamiliar door nervously. What did she
expect Setsuna to do? Take her in right off the streets? Her card did
mention that she was a consoler so she might at least listen to her.
Letting out a final sigh Ranko raised her hand, knocked
firmly at the door and waited. After a moment or two a tall blond girl
opened the door. The two merely blinked at each other, not having seen
what they expected.
"Sorry to bother you, I think I have the wrong house. I'm
looking for Setsuna Meiu do you know where she lives?"
"Setsuna does live here but she's out at the moment. Would you
like to come in and wait for her?"
Haraku couldn't believe that she managed to say that with a
strait face. They had almost torn all of Tokyo apart looking for Ranko
and here she was, standing on her doorstep.
"I don't want to be a bother." Ranko turned and was about to
leave when she felt a hand gently grab her arm.
"It's no bother, I'm sure Setsuna will be back soon."
"Ok"
Without a backwards glace Ranko allowed herself to be pulled
inside.
Authors Notes: Sorry it's been sooooo long. I kinda got sucked into
Harry Potter, work, school, and other fun things. Don't know what I'm
going to do next suggestions anyone?
