Post by STEPHEN QUINN on Feb 3, 2011 4:35:14 GMT -6
( STEPHEN QUINN )
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( TWENTY-SEVEN , USER , ZACHARY QUINTO , ENTHUSIAST)
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Everything up to now is nothing but a bore, so I’ll spare you the dull details of Stephen’s life by skipping to the more important things.
The end of high school had come on swift wings for Stephen Quinn, and with that the thought of college brought new light to his eyes. What was he to become? Throughout his life he had spent countless hours piecing things together, sitting at his desk concealed from most of the world with nothing but a spot light lamp and a dismantled computer tower under his fingertips. His high school years had been focused on nothing more than destroying old creations and building them up in his own image until he created perfection or close to what his image of it was. With college just around the corner and the lucid thought of technology still arousing his mind, applying to Seneca in Toronto was the only choice he had to continue doing what he loved. The three years had passed in the blink of an eye, and with a well earned degree in computer software engineering he was ready to hit the real world to begin the next step in his life. Broadway Infotech was his first look-into and successful snag to his first real career. The duration of his employment was by far his most proudest achievement of almost 7 years. In his time there he had moved up positions substantially until he had reached his dream job of Release Engineer where he was responsible for builds and releases, development and scripts and more.
The then twenty-six year old software programmer geek from Vancouver, Canada found himself unemployed after a sudden crash with his company that left Broadway Infotech bankrupt. Stephen was left with no other choice but to move on and find more work where he would have to begin all over again. With what had happened to his previous employer most other companies turned him down, and when all else had failed he had turned to the United States for a better opportunity. His hopes had been set on a company in California called Encom, but to his disappointment, they had rejected his resume and he was left with his fall back choice; InQuira. With his hopes already six-feet under InQuira gave him the opportunity he was looking for and with no further hesitation he packed up his belongings and moved out toward Los Angeles, California.
A year and half later, now twenty-seven, Stephen has found a rightful place amongst the Californians and his work place, and through the duration of his new life a curious need, you could say, had caught his attention; The Grid. Stephen’s curiosity has always been his downfall which has always led him to looking into things that never really concerned him, for example the crash of his previous employer a year and a half ago (that’s a different story all together), but this curiosity led him to Flynn‘s arcade where he first came to find this extraordinary world. He was surprised his hadn’t heard about this game sooner, it had been mentioned numerous times around his co-workers, and given that they dedicated their lives to creating the unimaginable made him feel a little ashamed he hadn’t come across this sooner; what surprised him though was the fact that the company responsible for this creation was the same company he had first attempted in getting employed by before he moved to the United States.
His first visit to The Grid led him to his newest passion, the Disc Arena, although he’s always liked the Lightcycle which he would participate in in a heart beat. Though his love for grid games wasn’t the reason as to why he continued to return a little more frequently than usual, on about his fifth visit he met a suspicious, middle-aged man with hair so blonde it sometimes gave him a headache if he stared for too long. Meeting Castor for the first time was a bit awkward at the beginning, but when him and Castor began to talking and sharing a bit more in confidence to their usefulness around the Grid they decided to strike up a sort of business together. With his vast knowledge in software developing he offered his business to Castor supplying new discs and programming new identities on those discs which were given to him to use in his accordance. With this little deal between the two and working in the game not under ENCOM’s employment, Stephen found himself being chased down by security programs in diminishing all his wrong doings. For the sake of keeping their business behind closed doors and remaining anonymous as Castor’s supplier, Stephen created his own security program Youan.
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The lights flickered from the gas lanterns set in a row down the long tunnel where about three or four men continuously went in and out of. Even with the cold temperatures outside of the stone walls around Mal, the tunnel held in all heat the lanterns were giving off making it as hot as a sauna. Sweat beads dripped from his brow and threatening to fall into his eyes every time he blinked. ”Take this.” A rather grimy handkerchief was handed to him which was a bit difficult to spot in the darkness of his shadow. As he wiped away the sweat the dry area fell hotter than it already was; at least the sweat was keeping him cooler.
”These Egyptian’s knew wha’ they were doing when they buried their prized possessions so deep in the ground.” He spoke between deep breaths, ”It feels like Tartarus!” Mal added, and groaned as the previously dried area of his forehead became wet once more. This exploration wasn’t his first nor would it be his last if he had anything to say about it. But the sudden damp, suffocating nature of the underground tunnels that ran through any pyramid always seemed to slip his mind in coming fully prepared to face against. ”You’re sure to love this.” The man in front of him said as they both continued walking.
”The men and I have been researching for years on King Pepi the first and we have come across, what we presume to be , the tomb of his vizier; not exactly the find of a century, but a step closer to finding King Pepi himself.” Mal couldn’t see his face but by the sound of his tone he could note the excitement, which in turn brought a smile to his own face. He was known to be perfectly skilled in disarming curses that have been placed on any sort of area or object for safety, and now that they had found the entrance to Pepi’s vizier Mal had been called in for safety measures. ”May I ask how much further along is it going to be before you need my expertise?” He asked growing a little impatient from near heat-exhaustion. ”Not too far, my friend; the entrance was well hidden and seems to have been located far inside to prevent us from reading the hieroglyphics that may be clues to the location of King Pepi the first.”
As they continued on Mal could begin to hear voices ahead from where the lights of the lanterns began to fade off into darkness; (what an oxy-moron). ”There it is!” The old man spoke with such astonishment, such admiration that made Malachi rather jealous, though he knew what it felt like to find something of such interest that one couldn’t help but act as if they had found 8th wonder of the world. ”Has anyone been able to read what the curse entails?; There’s only one, correct?” The man remained quite, an uncomfortable amount of time passed before Mal heard his old-like trembling voice. ”Yes and no.” He confirmed, and left Mal with nothing more to go by.
As they arrived to the carved entrance Mal’s eyes scanned the symbols his mind already de-coding what was written. ”Wha’ do you mean?“ The tips of his fingers etched along the crevasses of a oblong-shaped hieroglyphic. ”Stan, this isn’t the tomb of King Pepi’s vizier.” He spoke up after looking closely at a nearly faded symbol that stated otherwise. Stan rose from the small wall he took a rest upon and positioned himself close to the wall while letting the lantern’s light illuminate for him to read. ”This is the King’s tomb.” He added.
”My goodness!“ Stan’s trembling hands rose to the symbols to run his finger along like Mal had done. “We must have missed that through all the excitement of the entrance‘s discovery!” Stanley ushered a few of the workers to go out of the tunnel and alert the other of their find. ”Can you open it?” He looked at Mal with such hopefulness in his dirty, wrinkled expression that made Mal obligated to say ‘yes’ even though he hadn’t assessed as to what sort of magic had been placed on the tomb. Mal nodded his head almost unnoticeably before turning back to the wall.
Taking his wand he murmured under his breath, tapping along-side the edge of a crack to see if he could set off any unwanted booby-traps. ”What are you doing?” Stan asked curiously, but Mal rose a finger to quiet him. There were no apparent traps on the outside, but as he listened closely with his ear pressed against the wall he could hear a distinct hissing sound like a snake. For a moment he wondered if a creature had found another entrance, but he could only assume otherwise for the sake of his hard work being for nothing. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and under his breath he spoke a few counter-curses he had used on previous tombs.
Listening again the hissing had seemed to die down, now they had been left in sheer silence. The voices from the opening of the tunnel seized and their footsteps had seemed to lose their echo. A muffling charm? Indeed. Even with that uncomfortable buzzing in his ears he could still focus enough to get rid of the muffling after a moment, and crack open the large stone door with a crow bar in measures of keeping the symbols inscribed in tact instead of blasting the stone wall to clear the entry way..
”These Egyptian’s knew wha’ they were doing when they buried their prized possessions so deep in the ground.” He spoke between deep breaths, ”It feels like Tartarus!” Mal added, and groaned as the previously dried area of his forehead became wet once more. This exploration wasn’t his first nor would it be his last if he had anything to say about it. But the sudden damp, suffocating nature of the underground tunnels that ran through any pyramid always seemed to slip his mind in coming fully prepared to face against. ”You’re sure to love this.” The man in front of him said as they both continued walking.
”The men and I have been researching for years on King Pepi the first and we have come across, what we presume to be , the tomb of his vizier; not exactly the find of a century, but a step closer to finding King Pepi himself.” Mal couldn’t see his face but by the sound of his tone he could note the excitement, which in turn brought a smile to his own face. He was known to be perfectly skilled in disarming curses that have been placed on any sort of area or object for safety, and now that they had found the entrance to Pepi’s vizier Mal had been called in for safety measures. ”May I ask how much further along is it going to be before you need my expertise?” He asked growing a little impatient from near heat-exhaustion. ”Not too far, my friend; the entrance was well hidden and seems to have been located far inside to prevent us from reading the hieroglyphics that may be clues to the location of King Pepi the first.”
As they continued on Mal could begin to hear voices ahead from where the lights of the lanterns began to fade off into darkness; (what an oxy-moron). ”There it is!” The old man spoke with such astonishment, such admiration that made Malachi rather jealous, though he knew what it felt like to find something of such interest that one couldn’t help but act as if they had found 8th wonder of the world. ”Has anyone been able to read what the curse entails?; There’s only one, correct?” The man remained quite, an uncomfortable amount of time passed before Mal heard his old-like trembling voice. ”Yes and no.” He confirmed, and left Mal with nothing more to go by.
As they arrived to the carved entrance Mal’s eyes scanned the symbols his mind already de-coding what was written. ”Wha’ do you mean?“ The tips of his fingers etched along the crevasses of a oblong-shaped hieroglyphic. ”Stan, this isn’t the tomb of King Pepi’s vizier.” He spoke up after looking closely at a nearly faded symbol that stated otherwise. Stan rose from the small wall he took a rest upon and positioned himself close to the wall while letting the lantern’s light illuminate for him to read. ”This is the King’s tomb.” He added.
”My goodness!“ Stan’s trembling hands rose to the symbols to run his finger along like Mal had done. “We must have missed that through all the excitement of the entrance‘s discovery!” Stanley ushered a few of the workers to go out of the tunnel and alert the other of their find. ”Can you open it?” He looked at Mal with such hopefulness in his dirty, wrinkled expression that made Mal obligated to say ‘yes’ even though he hadn’t assessed as to what sort of magic had been placed on the tomb. Mal nodded his head almost unnoticeably before turning back to the wall.
Taking his wand he murmured under his breath, tapping along-side the edge of a crack to see if he could set off any unwanted booby-traps. ”What are you doing?” Stan asked curiously, but Mal rose a finger to quiet him. There were no apparent traps on the outside, but as he listened closely with his ear pressed against the wall he could hear a distinct hissing sound like a snake. For a moment he wondered if a creature had found another entrance, but he could only assume otherwise for the sake of his hard work being for nothing. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and under his breath he spoke a few counter-curses he had used on previous tombs.
Listening again the hissing had seemed to die down, now they had been left in sheer silence. The voices from the opening of the tunnel seized and their footsteps had seemed to lose their echo. A muffling charm? Indeed. Even with that uncomfortable buzzing in his ears he could still focus enough to get rid of the muffling after a moment, and crack open the large stone door with a crow bar in measures of keeping the symbols inscribed in tact instead of blasting the stone wall to clear the entry way..
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