Nonsense Cyberspace

Cybrax watched Juste take down the last dummy in admiration. True, it took him a little while to figure things out, but at the rate he was going the chances of their survival would increase dramatically.

"Heh, that somehow worked. Seeing how everything is pretty much... Done, time to move forward? Supposedly this arena could have some information. I do hope so."

"Negative. This is, like I said, a simple training arena. There will, however, be arenas like this one outside of the starting zone with much more dangerous foes. Besides, our challenge has been completed. We should be back outside the Gate shortly." As if on cue, the arena faded away around them, replaced by the forest they'd originally been in. "At least you now have a basic idea of how to fight." Cybrax stated, once again scanning the woods for any signs of movement. "Is there any additional information you wish to seek or shall we introduce ourselves to the other Users and their Companions?"

Juste watched as the arena faded away and got replaced with the forest they have been in. No information huh... Well, technically I didn't leave that arena with empty hands. I know the basics of my weapon now, and for now that will suffice in surviving this bloody world. He turned around to look at Cybrax stating once more that there will be more dangerous and stronger opponents ahead. Juste had hoped so, stronger resistance means you are getting close to something. Whenever they can get themselves outside the safe zone, they would be doing that immediately. "Huh, at the very least we could try and find something that will lead us outside this noobie zone. Though I would probably die in five seconds." A blunt statement, normally people would watch him with an odd look. Though he couldn't tell the difference from Cybrax's happy look, or awkward look.

"Additional information? I barely got any information. We will carry onward, I have no time for introduction with other 'Users'. Like I said, I have little use for people that know as much as me, they will only obstruct further progress in getting out of here. Not to say, I am content with having you as my companion. Just a bit more practising and we will work out as a team." Team. Juste shook his head, he said a word he never thought to say out in public. Then again, there you have it. The first person he started to trust was a robot. Funny, Juste never allowed himself to go on ahead and trust someone after barely one hour of travelling together. "At any rate, would there be anything we could go for information? We will be going wherever you think we may find critical information about some... Things." Juste motioned for Cybrax to lead whenever he was ready and had set up a destination.

Carmo slowly came back to her senses, but her head was throbbing. She realized that she was being carried away by Leo and squirmed around, trying to get out of his grasp. He was strong, but she eventually got her feet on the ground.
Rubbing her head, and turning back to where they had come from, she began to talk to Leo, "Leo, I didn't want to leave. But, thanks for helping me."
She began to jog back to where the dragon and boy were, and smiled when she reached them. But they seemed sort of, shaken up.

" well i couldn't help but worry." leo said with a smile as he sat her down and watched her start to jog away through the mist . as he started running after her changing quickly in to his wolf form to catch up. as a blue wolf with white markings. started keeping pace with her jogging while keeping an eye on her. " your sure your fine? " leo asked a little worried about carmo.

Tharon was finished yelling and now followed the still angry Rage, but still the companions name was rage. Rage cursed loudly and then looked at something big and metal he stopped. Tharon reacted a little later and fell right over the tale of the snake, he stood up and also looked to the big thing after a little curse. Rage did not move or say anything so Tharon said asked "Who are they? Is that one of these challenge gate's? It can be better a real one for the change." Rage did not react but he hissed to make a sound that was loud enough to capture attention. Tharon said back angry "Don't do that! I don't want another idiot hanging on my legs." Rage reacted back "Well I don't want another winning human in my company but making a little conversation would be nice! Your small maggot's brains can't take that!" They now stood perfectly exposed "You idiot! Your a stupid product of my mind! If I am a maggot then you are too!" Rage's claws came out and he almost jumped his maker but he stopped and turned to the two that now could see them. He punched his maker in his face and then jumped on him laying his head on the ground "They almost had seen us." Now rage tried to stay low waiting for the thing to leave.

After listening to Juste's opinion on the matter of their next move, Cybrax still had more to say. "We should take into account that meeting the other Users and Companions will allow us to make notes of their personalities, their strengths and maybe even their weaknesses. Also, I believe that The Orchestrator will give us a more adequate briefing once we 'get our heads in the game', as it were." Silently stomping away in the direction they had come from, Cybrax glanced over his shoulder to check that his User was following. "I know you have your doubts about this course of action, but we have very little else to do at this moment in time. In the meantime I will tell you all I know about the Game. After all, we should attempt to increase our percentage chance of survival."

A brief scan of his memory banks later, Cybrax gave Juste some more in-depth information. "There is not much in the way of regular 'experience points', so in most cases we would quite literally have to kill enemies until we find something, be it a new weapon, an upgrade or whatever else this virtual dimension may throw in our general direction. That being said, we should count ourselves lucky if violins don't fall from the sky as soon as we set foot outside the starting zone..."

Juste frowned at his robotic companion, protesting as he did so. "So you do want me to meet up with them. Look I already told you so, those other 'Users' mean nothing to me. Friendly or not, I have no freakin' use for them. And from the looks of it, they all probably tend to be a noisy bunch. But fine, whatever the one with the most knowledge about this world thinks is best. Just one note; You can do the bloody talking. I have no intention of getting to know them." He sighed once more, but got himself alerted when he heard a feint metallic bump, obviously Cybrax couldn't notice it as he walked away the second Juste had made his statement. Behind him were two figures rolling around, fighting like little kids. Just just shrugged, giving off a small annoying sigh. "Carry on Cybrax, I'd rather keep myself away from these brainless bunch." Juste jogged closer to Cybrax and he adjusted his pace to the robot's pace. Maybe he didn't close that encounter off to well, but those two seemed too busy injuring each other then listening to Juste speaking his mind.

"Anyhow, I don't doubt other people, and neither do I doubt your choice of action. But you must understand that the priority is getting myself out of here, not befriending other 'Users' and their 'Companions'. Remember, the larger the group, the higher the risk of getting spotted and attacked by hostile beings. Even if this is a safe zone I don't completely trust the Orchestrator and his words." After a long silent walk, Juste stared off into nothingness, trying to figure out what secrets this world could hold. After a short while it seemed Cybrax had some information to add, and with a small nod Juste took the information and stored it in his head. Every little piece could be useful, be it about abilities, objects or just regular areas. Anything that could help solving this world's secrets and getting himself out of here. After a short while, both Juste and Cybrax reached the group they had spied on earlier. With a small bump Juste motioned for Cybrax to go and talk to them. "I will follow and observe, you do the talking." And he waited for Cybrax to make the first move.

"Anyhow, I don't doubt other people, and neither do I doubt your choice of action. But you must understand that the priority is getting myself out of here, not befriending other 'Users' and their 'Companions'. Remember, the larger the group, the higher the risk of getting spotted and attacked by hostile beings. Even if this is a safe zone I don't completely trust the Orchestrator and his words."

Cybrax had even managed to pick out a flaw in Juste's words as he spoke them. "Getting you out of the Game is the final goal, I agree. The one thing you haven't taken into account is the fact that we have no means of escape. Therefore, our only option is to survive in the Game until we find a way for you to get out. Teaming up with someone would increase our chances of survival greatly." He carried on walking without another word, allowing Juste to consider the advice.

When they'd got back to the clearing, his User told him to take care of the talking. "You realise that you will have to speak your part if they are to trust us. Besides, we are a team, are we not?" Cybrax then stomped into clear view of whoever was present in the local area. Some of them could have moved away in search of Challenge Gates, as he and Juste had done, but there might still be a couple of them here...

"We do not mean any harm. We are here to discuss the situation of... well, of the Game in general. If anyone has managed to find additional information, we would be willing to exchange our knowledge." To make sure that nobody would doubt the call of a ceasefire (not that any fighting had actually started in the first place) Cybrax holstered his laser. In hindsight, Juste was probably going to have something to say about including him in the speech. He would just have to deal with it. They were going to be here for quite a while, so it would be logical to be on good terms with at least some of the other Users in order to minimise the chances of having them point their weapon at you while your back was turned.