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Post by Morph on Dec 27, 2008 8:50:57 GMT -5
It had been a long ride on the sailing ship before the plank was lain out and her footsteps could thump over it, but finally she had arrived at the shady port town that had gained itself the name of Rogueport. She still vaguely suspected the sailors aboard the ship to be pirates, and she hadn't liked at all how one of them scrubbing the deck had stared at her with his pale yellow eyes and had grinned broadly at her, flashing a couple of silver teeth.
She pulled her red cap a little tighter over her head to shield her eyes from the bright light of the sun before she set foot on land and checked to make sure the bag she had slung over her shoulder was secure and closed. She didn't want to get robbed, and from what she had heard of this place, it was just a bit more likely to have your possessions be taken from you without consent than it was in Minervum, Traicen, or many of the other cities and towns. But it was only here that they sold certain wares, so there might be a chance for her to buy some new equipment.
Roll's eyes briefly scanned the dockyards as she walked around at a slow but steady pace, before she saw a relatively broad street that looked friendly enough and made a turn, walking into the town.
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Post by InZanety on Feb 23, 2009 18:54:36 GMT -5
On the street that Roll just turned on, a group of sailors ahead seem to be crowding around a very strange mechanoid, and it was deactivated. They also seem to be trying to lift it, but to no avail.
Then one of the sailors notices Roll... and her equipment. " Hey! Lassy!" He yells out. "Looks it t'er me that y'er seem pretty handy with mer'chines. Y'er think y'er could 'elp us out? We'll be wil'n to pay." The other sailors look at him with a little bit of a glare. "Err, I'll be wil'n to pay..."
If Roll were to help, she would see a Soul-Cyborg, a man that has his body replaced with metal, wires, and energy. His face looks like a mecha demon, only without horns and with alot of wires. He has one red eye and its on the right and he has a few short spikes. He also has no jaw. His flesh has turned into a pitch black metal alloy and it seems as though he has some parts missing. A chunk of his stomach is gone and is replaced with some more metal pipes and wires. This metal also has many red symbols in a pattern. One of them is rather large and is on the left side of his chest, this symbol represents the long lost but rather evil dimension of Phyrexia.
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Post by Morph on Feb 25, 2009 14:09:54 GMT -5
Roll slid back her red cap for a moment as she slowed down a little but did not stop in her tracks as she heard the sailor call out to her with his request. Her eyes moved over the group of sailors, a bunch of strong-looking men indeed, and a hesitant gleam was clear in her eyes; in a town like Rogueport, one would be better off than to give help away quite that easily to strangers, especially ones that looked rough and tough and as quick to get to work as to get down to the local bar.
"Sorry guys," She remarked, a hint of cheer in her voice hiding deeper-lying feelings, "don't have my gear with me, so no can help." A tap of her fingers had the cap slide back to its original position and Roll quickened her pace just a little as her eyes darted around in search of a shop. Her feet lightly touched upon the planks that made up the "streets". Her hand slid into her bag to make sure everything was still in there and she clenched her fingers around a heavy wrench--the only tool to always accompany her. Rogues and thieves would not get away that easily if she had something to say about it.
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Post by InZanety on Feb 25, 2009 15:24:00 GMT -5
(Your not going to get away that easily Morph! Noone can resist when curiousity comes into play. =P)
As soon as Roll turned away, another figure ran passed her, which seemed to be the Captain. "A'right men, break's gonna have ter be done early. Gotta' important message an' we need ter get going! And about that hunka' junk... no one can seem ter fix't and its seems ter not be able ter be moved. Jus' leave it."
The sailors all responded simultaniously with a "Yes sir" and all rushed torwards their vessel. In the meantime, the deactivated cyborg layed there, waiting for its generator to be turned on...
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Post by Morph on Feb 25, 2009 17:42:18 GMT -5
(OOC: DAMMIT ZANE! Playing into mine -- and Morph's twin sister's -- greatest weakness! >.< You villain, you... I'll get you someday. =P)
With the man in the more decorated uniform that looked well-taken care of coming from the other direction, Roll assumed he was a captain of some sort, and sure enough he called out to the sailors who had just turned their attention away from her again, telling them to come with him to his ship and get back to work.
Roll stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder as the sailors left. Her gaze lingered over the machinery they had left behind and became a gaze of curiosity, a frightening gleam coming to her eyes at the sight of such advanced-looking technology. She got up close to the thing and started to investigate it from all sides, careful not to touch anything, gasps of amazement escaping from her mouth. "Oohh, were did you come from, huh, big boy~?" She uttered almost as if she had found a new love, whispering her words, although a little loud for a whisper.
"Wow, this technology you have here sure is advanced; I've never seen anything like you!" She tickled the lower side of the head part where its lower jaw would have been and tapped the red eye lightly as she went over everthing. "Darn, if I were to try and fix you I think I'd only mess you up more with all your alien stuff..."
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Post by InZanety on Feb 25, 2009 21:16:37 GMT -5
As Roll tapped the eye, something clicked. The eye sunk into his head just a tad deeper and his skull opened up... revealing a metallic, red glowing brain. The brain seemed to be just a lil' bit active, flickering as though it was trying to turn on. All what seemed to be out of place, save a few loose zapping wires, was a gel like tube... and it looks like it connects to a certain plug that leads into the brain. There was also a switch in there, with what appears to be symbols that represents: Open Circuit and Closed Circuit. The switch was on 'open' meaning the circuit is not complete...
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Post by Morph on Feb 27, 2009 6:14:17 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Roll muttered, looking at the inside that had just opened up. Whilst it didn't all seem to work correctly, with the brain flickering red rather than gaving off a constant radiance; and a few wires also appeared to be loose. She saw that there was a switch and read the words beside it. In a fit of curiosity about what would happen, Roll flipped the switch and immediately jumped back a little in anticipation.
If nothing were to happen then, she reasoned, she best try a different approach instead and affix the tube she had also spotted to its rightful place -- likely forgetting to switch the thing to "Open Circuit" before doing that. For the moment though, she just stood there waiting what would happen.
(OOC: The second bit is what she'll do if nothing happens upon just flipping the switch, if that wasn't clear enough. ;] )
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Post by InZanety on Feb 27, 2009 13:24:22 GMT -5
But something did happen... The second the switch turned on, the mecha started to twitch. The symbols glowed on and off, as did the brain, only more rapidly. Even a few zaps of lighting spurted from him. Then the mecha spoke loudly in a deep metallic voice, "Malfunction!" It said this over and over again. When Roll then connected the tube to the brain, the mecha screamed out in pain. The lights stopped flickering and glowed, as did his brain and his skull closed showing that Roll did SOMETHING right... just in the wrong order. This caused the mecha alot of pain for a few moments.
"GRAAGGHH!! Ughhh..." The mecha sat up as he screamed, then put his metallic hand to his head.
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Post by Morph on Feb 28, 2009 20:19:18 GMT -5
"EEK!" Roll shrieked in fear and surprise of the things that suddenly happened. She held on to her wrench tightly, and then struck forth with it quickly, trying to hit away at the skull, especially the red eye, in an attempt to shut it down; the machine appeared to show some slightly violent tendencies, and that combined with irritation and... pain? That wasn't a good combination, so she had better get it to go down and out of power again quickly, make it shortcircuit or something akin to that.
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Post by InZanety on Feb 28, 2009 21:00:32 GMT -5
The blows from the wrench were of no use, for right after the skull closed, everything was set and not able to be opened again. The skull was also just too damn hard to crack with a simple wrench.
Once the mecha calmed down, it spoke to Roll. "Knock it off... I have a major headache as it is..."
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Post by Morph on Mar 4, 2009 17:20:48 GMT -5
Roll looked at the mecha with a bewildered stare as it spoke to her. A headache? She thought. Silly me, Roll shook her head as she considered the idea, machines don't get headaches. It's obviously broken. She gave the machinated being another good whack to it's metal skull or whatever it was supposed to be called before stopping. It appeared to be rather tough at any rate; her own strength or anything she had with her most likely would not be enough. "Where are your friends when you need 'em..." She mumbled.
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Post by InZanety on Mar 5, 2009 11:33:21 GMT -5
The mecha looked at Roll after she delivered that last CLUNK with her wrench. "Didn't I say to knock it off? Whats the matter with you? I don't feel like waking up to... Uh... Where am I exactly?"
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Post by Morph on Mar 6, 2009 19:22:47 GMT -5
"Um, sorry?" Roll let out, a little hesitant to apologize to a machine, even though it appeared to be not only sentient but also sapient, showing off it's ability to talk. And can't robots not get headaches anyway? She thought to herself. This was an odd one indeed.
"This is Rogueport. You chose a bad place to wake up in, bro." She told the being as she shot a gaze around as well. "Quite a few shady ones around here. You might as well have been dragged off to be sold in parts as the chances were."
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Post by InZanety on Mar 7, 2009 0:05:58 GMT -5
"...Rogueport. Everything looks so different from what I last remember." The Cyborg knocked on the wooden dock he was sitting on, not quite sure what to make of the material its made out of. "What is this material?"
Then the mecha looked back at Roll, noticing she wasn't made out of the general metal back where he supposedly was from... "You don't look anything like a Phyrexian. Are you even made out of any metal?"
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Post by Morph on Mar 7, 2009 5:06:00 GMT -5
Roll raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay there, bud?" She asked empuzzled. She crouched and pointed at what they were standing on. "This is plain old wood. Still in pretty good shape though, it hasn't rotten yet." She looked up at the mechanical creature, who then asked another ridiculous question of her. She shook her head with a sigh on her lips. "Just iron, I believe. Mostly hydrocarbons." As she rose again she gestured at him. "So, your name is Phyrexian?"
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