Code, and It Talks

Crossroads

Luke, self proclaimed Stick Master and the Aether Overseer of the Splintered Skies. He was known, but at the same time never known at all. The people of Robloxia loved the games he created, however, no one acknowledged him much. It was enough reason to give up, but to Luke, this was just another challenge to get over. Besides, he couldn't see much either, how could he get mad for not being seen if he couldn't?

The feathers that covered all of his wings shivered under the winter cold, the heaters in the lower office have been broken for quite some time now. He'd have to substitute for what he knows best; coffee. It was break-time anyway, and Luke was tired after working for six hours straight. He stretched like a cat, his back aching from his shrimp-like posture. A well-deserved break. Wiping his hidden eyes with his stained gloves, he felt a fatigue wash over him, he definitely needed that coffee now. After giving himself a moment to memorise his room in order not to fall over anything, he stood up from his workshop corner. He saw binary code and Lua scripts flash before his eyes the longer he stared at the bench, so he moved on. It was difficult to traverse through the headquarters, there weren't any safety regulations for angels who blinded themselves on purpose and can only see code. Nonetheless, Luke kept going in the ever-changing landscape which was Robloxia. Thankfully, doors have code, a function to open if the doorknob is turned to a certain angle and pushed at the same time. He looked through the script, and watched the hitbox of his hand reach out to feel and find the knob.

Thud... pat... pat... pat... pat pat... grab. There it was.

He opened it, pushing forward into the hallway. Codes and about one hitbox caught his eye, and a familiar voice with a happy-go-lucky attitude was processed through his ears.

"Luke, hi!" Dued1. He could recognize that voice from a mile away.

"Dued." Luke assumed, just to make sure.

"Never changed." From the shaky movements of his hitbox, the Aetherian knew he nodded so proudly after that sentence.

"Favor?"  Other Admins really only visited him for favors.

Luke, can you fix this gear script?
Luke, fix my 544 script errors!
Luke, create a script for me.
Create that, fix this.

But to his surprise, he was met with a more pleasant reply that wasn't another fake compliment just to be followed up with a request.

"Favor?" Dued1 repeated. "Aha, no, you've got it all wrong!" This surprised Luke. He waited for a few seconds, letting the fellow Dev follow it up. He did.

"I was just wondering, if you're not busy with Overseer duties with Newtrat, could you maybe swing by Builder's Brother's Pizza?" Still a request, but a strange one.

Luke? Little ol' him? Asked to meet another in a... pizza place? Absurd. Luke tried to sense an ulterior motive, but he couldn't. All that he saw was... well, not much but code. Honest code.




chat thsi is a wip ... </3