rakuen | Low Orbit Ion Cannon Launch!

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Low Orbit Ion Cannon Launch!

Characters: Lelouch vi Britannia, Dirk Strider, Suzaku Kururugi and Rakuen's computer system
Format: Prose to start, but idk what he's going to set off, so if it does something, tag however
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude, Conquest computer labs, computers in the Mayor's mansion
Summary: Lelouch is brute forcing his way into the computer system, and launching a DDoS attack against Exaclan. He has Suzaku and Lil Seb running software in Conquest and the Mayor's mansion respectively.
Warnings: Breaking the system

All of the conditions were clear. Dirk was in position. Suzaku was ready as well. However, there were a few last touches the software needed, and that was only that he needed it to be able to blow the doors open when it was launched, so to speak.

His fingers flew over the keys. He'd long since gotten access to some of the disappeared people's accounts, and then he was using them to brute force his way into the more integral systems. Beyond the communication structure, into what ought to be the very fabric of this system. He sent Suzaku and Dirk a message with the code to run, and the precise time, within a tenth of a second with which to do so.

And then, he waited. He tapped his fingertip on the edge of the keyboard, beside the enter key. In his hand his PDA counted down.

5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
His opening moves had been made. Now was the midgame.

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Ow holy shit.

When the penalty hits, Dirk is in his room in the prefects' dorm building. Completely innocent. He's done nothing wrong. See? What could he even do from here?

He curls up on himself, clutching his head, for the full five minutes. Once it's done, he leaves the room to go find Lelouch.

((Open to anyone who'd have a good reason to be in his room during the penalty, and then Lelouch afterward. For the record, Dirk is fluent in English, has a moderate understanding of Japanese thanks to his animes, and is all right with ASL thanks to Dave's lessons.))

Edited 2012-08-15 09:25 (UTC)

Not as planned.

The pain knocked Lelouch out of his chair. He was far too stubborn to let a sound out. When the five minutes' pain passed, he was somewhat slow to get up. The ache lingered in his chest. He was careful to put his clothing back in place before he collected his omnipresent shoulder bag and his PDA. He switched off the computer terminal, and left the lab.

He headed out of the school building, and noticed Dirk. He didn't go to him. Why was Dirk coming from the prefect's dorms? Is that why there'd been the punishment? Had he failed? He scowled slightly. He'd have to address that at some point.

Dirk had been eyeing his PDA since he started walking. It wouldn't turn on. Not only that, but the campus signs he passed as he walked... This was not good. This was not good at all.

If Lelouch wasn't going to approach him, he'd approach Lelouch.

"Was this your grand scheme, Machiavelli?" he hissed in a low tone, to prevent being overheard. With the translation system broken, Lelouch might notice that his dialect is a bit different from the usual Britannian he'd have heard over the past few weeks, though still mutually intelligible.

Edited 2012-08-15 09:44 (UTC)

"No," he's got a fancy accent, but yes, he is still able to be understood. "This was not the goal." In a way that was a lie. He was testing limits. Stressing the system to see where it would break. Next time he would do it when battles and vows were in place.

He took a few measured attempts to reactivate the PDA. When that failed, he dropped it into his bag. "We ought to do our jobs, don't you think?"

Dirk's mouth quirked to one side at that posh-as-fuck accent, and he pulled his beret from his pocket. He twirled it around on one finger before setting it on his head.

"And herd the cattle? Sure hope you know shit besides English, if I'm interpreting correctly what's happened here."

"That would seem to be the case. My native Britannian seems close enough to your English. I also speak Japanese and passable Chinese." Wow, modesty. Shocker.

Lelouch likewise donned his beret. "There are people here from various timeframes and many different worlds. How good are you at charades?"

"What a coincidence," Dirk replied, then switched to Japanese long enough to utter, "Me too."

Not that he was actually that good at it, but it would have to be good enough.

"I can manage," he said in English. "You know what'd be nice? If more people went to Dave's signing lessons."

He looked mildly surprised by that. "You're full of surprises, Strider. But tell me. Why were you just coming from the prefect's dormitory?"

The surprise faded, and he seemed to be monitoring how Dirk answered carefully.

Surprises? More like he's a dork who watches too much anime.

"Should I have been somewhere else?" Cagey as ever.

And now he just looked angry. His scowl deepened. "A piece that does not move as directed has no purpose being on the board," he replied. He was careful to make this conversation look like it was merely two prefects sharing what they'd seen and heard and making a plan.

"I don't dance on anyone's strings." Chess metaphors, meet puppet metaphors. Dirk's ever-present poker face was unaffected by Lelouch's scowl. "I executed my part of the operation. Why does it matter where I was physically located at the time it went down?"

"Everyone on this island is a puppet or a pawn. Myself included. Tell me what you did." Still firm. Killing him would be meaningless, but there would be other ways of addressing his failure.

"I sent the code with Lil Sebastian. He's Crocker's little robotic bunny." Killing him would also be hella difficult, considering the difference between their levels of physical strength.

"A robotic rabbit." Why did he incorporate this guy again? "At what level of automation is this robot?" Assume nothing about personally trying to murder him. That's what 'accidents' and knights are for.

"Fully capable of carrying out the orders he was given, and of not getting caught in the process. Trust me, Lelouch. If something went wrong, it's not because he didn't carry out my instructions."

He evaluated that response for a brief moment. That made a few things more clear. "Are you able to build another one?" He was not going to look this particular gift horse in its proverbial mouth.

"If that's an offer for a memory charm, I'm glad to accept."

He sighed with exaspeartion. "Should you remember, I have a few specific requests. Materials and a power source will not be a problem."

He considered for a long moment. "Do you have means of communicating with it other than with the mobiles?"

"I'll take it under consideration."

He shrugged. "Remotely? No." He had sent Brobot's spare PDA with Sebastian, on the off chance that something did go wrong. Not that it mattered now.

Edited 2012-08-15 11:17 (UTC)

He sighed. For now, until there was more information, there was no purpose in them continuing this conversation. The longer it went on, the more incriminating it was. There was nothing saying they couldn't walk and talk, however. "Most people are in town by now. We should see what's going on there."

Dirk started in the direction of the school gates. "Do our damn jobs. Right."

Suzaku followed Lelouch's instructions to the letter and was not surprised at all by the five minutes of pain, he bit his lip in an effort not to cry out and was angered that it seemed others in the computer room had been hurt as well. The moment he could stand he tried the computer and then his PDA, seeing both dead he set off at a jog towards Fortitude campus, frowning as he passed through the town, catching a word here or there that he didn't understand.

He spotted Dirk and Lelouch at the gate. "What happened?" Dirk would notice that Suzaku spoke the same slightly old fashioned dialect of English Lelouch did, but sounded less posh. There was the slightest accent there betraying it as a second learned language but easy to miss unless you were a Britannian noble looking for things to criticize.

Lelouch, of course, didn't show any reaction to Suzaku's appearance, or how he sounded. "Do you know where Nunnally is?" he asked, predictably.

Dirk rolled his eyes under his shades at Lelouch's response to Suzaku.

"I expect everyone in the city got hit with that penalty. And now the magic translator's off," he said simply. "And fuck, you two sound like dorks."

"I thought I might find you here..." Nanami stood, leaning lightly against the school wall. Her expression was gentle, her archaic Japanese beautiful to hear.

Her prefect uniform was spotted with blood, from her collapse during the penalty. Her nails were gouging fragments out of the wall.

"Have you been causing trouble again, Lelouch? This wasn't our agreement."

He took in her words, as best as he could. While it wasn't completely unintelligible, the structure was a bit elaborate. Lelouch's more modern Japanese was direct even by modern Japanese standards, polite, but undecorated. "Being on my campus is suspicious?" he replied.

Suzaku glared at Nanami when she appeared but the moment she started speaking he felt a pain in his head. It got worse and he brought his hand to his head and closed his eyes.

"What is she saying?"

That was interesting -- despite apparently being Japanese, Suzaku couldn't speak the lingo.

Dirk shrugged. "I can only make out a couple words."

She glanced at Dirk and Suzaku, apparently uninterested in them. Primarily because they were speaking a language she had no knowledge of.

"You're being evasive. That's good... or is it bad? Ah, you realise neither of these two boys can understand us... So I will say it here. You are starting to become a slight problem."

"She seems to think we have something to do with this," he told the other two in Britannian. They were both smart enough to take the hint, he expected.

That was an unfortunate memory to lose, Suzaku. But his modern Japanese gave him enough to figure out what Nanami was saying. "What I have done is only a problem if your intention is to allow this to continue past this generation. I have every intention of holding up my end of our negotiations."

Suzaku frowned, she thought or she knew? How omniscient were these staff. He winced again as they continued speaking, losing track of his thoughts and concentrating on staying upright.

He tried not to think about why he had headaches, he didn't like the fact he had forgotten his own language, that Lelouch could speak better Japanese than he could.

"To be completely honest, I don't really care if this place continues or not. If it was someone else who caused this incident, will you please tell me who it was? You're clever enough to work it out, after all."

She turned to the other two, head tilting. An obvious act when she'd already heard about Lelouch's break-in from the Mayor. "Was it Dirk, perhaps?"

Dirk did his best to try following the conversation, but he couldn't get far. He did raise an eyebrow when Nanami said his name, though.

"It's rude to talk about people behind their backs," he said simply in stilted Japanese several levels more polite than Nanami would have heard from him when the translator was still in effect.

Dirk was fortunate in that his usefulness had increased exponentially in two minutes of conversation prior to Nanami's arrival. So he was not to become the fall guy.

"Ah, Nanami, perhaps your illness has affected your mind more than you thought. I just told you who was responsible. Perhaps you should lie back down and I'll keep you up to speed on what is going on, Nanami-senpai." Out of anyone else, the look on his face would be one of sincere concern, but on him, it was kind of patronizing.

Even Dirk could speak Japanese, Suzaku gritted his teeth as the headache got worse, not understanding a word that was said. "What... are you saying?"

That was a shut-down if ever she heard one. Ah well.

"How thoughful of you, Lelouch-kun." She smiled, turning away from Dirk again. Her whim to see whether Lelouch would allow her to blame someone else had faded, along with her stamina. And besides, she'd heard what she needed already. There was just enough time before her next collapse to put her plan into action. "I think I might do that, after I stop in to the other campus. Good day, boys."

He let her leave, and turned back to the other two. "I took responsibility for this," he summarized. "Despite her eagerness to find more people to blame. For now, let's do what's expected of us as Prefects." He looked over to Suzaku. "Check on Nunally first."

"Guess I'll be going around and checking up on everyone. Either of you see a mechanical rabbit, tell it to come find me," Dirk said.

Suzaku frowned but nodded, "I will." At least Nunnally spoke Britannian, he nodded at Dirk as well wondering how Dirk had come to own, never mind lose a mechanical rabbit.

[Jake was also in their room just sort of hanging out. He was messing around on his PDA when the strange message hit. He paused, blinking and looked over at Dirk. The next moment the penalty slammed into him.

He was never going to get used to those. He curled up and shouted, clutching his head for the duration. Once its done he blearily opens his eyes.]

What the hell did we do now?!

[That was definitely a weird kind of English. Not one accent but a good few thrown in.]

[ Shit. Not just him, but Jake too, despite the fact that he didn't even do anything. Dirk manages to get himself over to where Jake is sitting and wrap an arm around him for the duration of the penalty. ]

Fuck if I know.

[ For a kid from the middle of an oceanic wasteland, Dirk sure does have a pretty generic whitebread middle-American accent. Blame all the TV and movies he grew up on. ]

[Jane was in the common area of the prefect dorm, reading some announcements and was about to start heading to the boys room to visit and say hello to them when the penalty hit.

Whoa. The last one left her heaving for breath, this one has her crying.]

Make it stop...

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