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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:50 pm
The marionette froze in her steps and lowered her arms to her side.
She looked at the man and sighed, "Very well." She looked past the mam for a moment and moved her hand slightly, which caused the marionette to jump thought the air and stand behind her, "I'm sorry for the mistake. I guess I'm just a little protective." She turned around and began walking away, "Droid or not, a woman is a woman and should never be forced in that way."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:58 pm
"Never thought I would find an overly righteous woman in these streets but I guess we each live a different way," He shrugged his shoulders and ran in the opposite direction of the woman and her little 'friend'. After a few twists and turns he finally stopped and took a break for a second. He was breathing just fine even after a five minute sprint down various alleyways."Mom always said stay in shape. She is always right...And it pisses me off," Kale growled out. Just the thought of the woman he used to call mother made his blood boil.
"I need to head back and get my equipment. It's gonna be a long day," Kale whispered to himself as he headed for the slums.
[Exit to Slums]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 4:57 am
 Hone;;
"I cant believe I lost him.." Hone sighed. And before Hone had anytime to rest, he heard steps, again. But this guy was different, he heard really quiet organic sounds continuously.
Soon this mysterious guy was behind him and opened his mouth, apologizing. He heard.. claws? What ever it was It couldn't be human. Then this "thing" offered help, but somehow this sounded too easy to be true. Hone turned around and for his surprise all he saw was a man, all alone. Despite his shock, Hone pulled himself together fast. "And who would these people be?" Hone said with doubtful voice. "And why would I trust you anyway? Guy who chaced me all the way to here in dark alleys cant really be trusted, if you see what I mean?" Hone continued with the same doubtful tone. Hone tried to search anything suspicious from the man as he talked, 'cause there was something really weird in this man.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:16 am
~ In the alley with Hone ~
Myles looks a bit embarrassed as he says, "Ah, that is right, isn't it. I did get a bit carried away, didn't I? Still getting used to some recent developments." He gestures at his feet, that are just now pulling together and forming into shoes around perfectly normal feet.
"My name is Myles Million, I'm a traveling entertainer. I grew up down in The Slums, and I know some good honest people there who can help. I've no way of proving any of this beyond a shadow of a doubt, but there you have it. Besides," he says with a grin and gesturing at his travel-worn clothes, "do I really look like I may have been sent by someone with money?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 1:13 pm
Hone;;
Hone stared the guy long, his way to speak was kind of annoying, "didn't I" "Isn't it", but Hone tried to ignore it. The alleys shadows hid Myles feet, so he didn't really see them from the shadows, it's not like he uses thermos camera all the time.
Hone still kept staring the guy little doubtful as he introduced himself. "Well, firstly, you could just have made up that whole story", Hone answered, moving his stare to Myles face and comfronting his grin. "And yes, you look like you need a lil' bit of money", he continued and grinned back to the guy.
Hone then walked past Myles, almost shoving him aside. "How did you know that I were a wanted person anyway? You were eavesdroppin'? More suspicious", Hone said more relaxed than while ago. "Well, what ever is your reason, I still need to find the guy and ask what he wants. Escaping will be useless if he reveals me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 1:46 pm
"I did say that I'd no proof. And I didn't mean to eavesdrop, as I said I've been dealing with recent developments."
He looks up, almost as if trying to look into his own head. "And if somebody would explain things in more detail before these issues come up, it wouldn't be such a trial, but I digress. If you ever need a hand, go to a pub in The Slums called Dirty Maude's and tell Maude that Myles sent you. And I'd keep that play-bot handy if I were you, their skin nanofactories can be rigged to give you facial prosthetics as a disguise."
With a jaunty tip of his hat, he bows. "With that, I bid you good day, since our ways seem to part. A performer gains no tips in alleys."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:24 pm
It was a clam in District 8 this evening. Relatively speaking. Al was on his way back from fully recharging his ESU's after a nice month vacation. Every two years he is entitled to a strait month of leave time and he took full advantage of it this time. Last time there was a lot of terrorist and mob activity going on in Gearbolt so he opted to turn down his leave time that way to help finish cleaning up the city, or so that was what he was told.
Al loved not having to drive any where any more. Down town traffic was horrible. He spent the last ten years as a pilot of the Gearbolt military and just recently in the past two years he was able to save up enough money to buy his own ship. It isn't military grade yet but he hopes to cure that sad fact one day. "Man I'm sure glad that I don't have to drive in that any more." Al said as he peered through the cockpit glass down into the streets as he flew over them.
Al lived in the neighborhood where most of all that lived there at the least traveled by air most of the time and there for had use for landing pads. As Al approached his home he pushed a button that would open up the hanger bay doors. The hanger was located directly on top of his domicile. His was the only home with that style of architecture on the street but it still blended in with the community. The controls for The Betty were two joysticks. Each one controlled the port and starboard gear engines and on each joystick was a throttle control lever.
Al kicked the landing gear pedal right as he hovered over the hanger. "Easy Baby." Gently reducing the throttle equally on each engine he came down for a nice soft landing. Pushing the button once more the hanger doors closed as he powered down The Betty. Al was expecting orders any day now as he walked out on to his balcony with a fresh martini. Kicking his feet up on the railing he sipped his martini and watched the sun set behind one of the buildings.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:57 pm
Hone;;
Top of his annoying way of speaking, he speaks to himself, this guy isn't normal. "Ah well, thanks for the advices, but I think I can handle by myself", Hone said with a fake smile. "And I'm still a human, fake skin sounds a bit.. immoral and disgusting", Hone said, meaby even revealing something from himself accidently. "See ya", Hone said, even thought he hoped the opposite.
Hone walked fast, sometimes looking around him. "Meaby I should search the slums.." Hone thought by himself. He stopped and looked around him, noticing a plughole. "I'll just take a short cut", Hone smiled. He pulled the top of the plughole away, then climbing on the ladders and of course placing the top back in place.
[And so, Hone went to the dirty sewers ~>]
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:44 am
~ back on the street ~
Meanwhile, the robot girl has been analyzing her situation. Having concluded that her purpose is to simulate humanity, she has gone to the street to observe humanity.
And so for the past while, she's been walking along the street in the same area, watching people. And despite the odd fit of her clothes, people tend to be assuming that she's a girl wearing love-doll parts on her head for the shock value, as you sometimes see.
As she observes, she tries different ways of walking. Striding confidently, back straight. Wandering slowly, head down and hands in pockets. These people have a million different ways of simply moving, and she is trying them all.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:08 pm
Dirk_Roland It was a clam in District 8 this evening. Relatively speaking. Al was on his way back from fully recharging his ESU's after a nice month vacation. Every two years he is entitled to a strait month of leave time and he took full advantage of it this time. Last time there was a lot of terrorist and mob activity going on in Gearbolt so he opted to turn down his leave time that way to help finish cleaning up the city, or so that was what he was told. Al loved not having to drive any where any more. Down town traffic was horrible. He spent the last ten years as a pilot of the Gearbolt military and just recently in the past two years he was able to save up enough money to buy his own ship. It isn't military grade yet but he hopes to cure that sad fact one day. "Man I'm sure glad that I don't have to drive in that any more." Al said as he peered through the cockpit glass down into the streets as he flew over them. Al lived in the neighborhood where most of all that lived there at the least traveled by air most of the time and there for had use for landing pads. As Al approached his home he pushed a button that would open up the hanger bay doors. The hanger was located directly on top of his domicile. His was the only home with that style of architecture on the street but it still blended in with the community. The controls for The Betty were two joysticks. Each one controlled the port and starboard gear engines and on each joystick was a throttle control lever. Al kicked the landing gear pedal right as he hovered over the hanger. "Easy Baby." Gently reducing the throttle equally on each engine he came down for a nice soft landing. Pushing the button once more the hanger doors closed as he powered down The Betty. Al was expecting orders any day now as he walked out on to his balcony with a fresh martini. Kicking his feet up on the railing he sipped his martini and watched the sun set behind one of the buildings. Zero came from above and landed behind Al. " You look different, do something with your hair?" He was wearing a black matalic scarf that flowed with the wind. He was also wearing less armor then he would if he was fighting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:24 pm
The sun was gone from the sky but there was still some ambient light left floating in the distance. Al loved these moments. Right as he was about to take another sip of his martini there was a thud behind him. The result of the thud caused Al to nearly crap his pants and sent what was left of his drink into his face.
"I know that voice." Wiping his face with his hands Al stood up and turned around. "Is that you Zero?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:31 pm
Myles sits crosslegged against a wall on the sidewalk, playing music without singing. People in the city seem to appreciate a performer more without the addition of lyrics, it's too much like the advertising they live with every day. His hat is laid out, and in it is a license to perform as he is doing, as well as some coin.
Every so often he'll take a deck of white cards bearing simple black markings out of his pocket, give it a quick shuffle and cut, and choose a new melody to play. During these pauses he will also take a moment to examine the contents of the hat, and secretly tuck any excess coin into the lining to hide it. One must have some coin showing to invite more, butt doesn't do to have a hat that looks too full either.
The sun has gone down and the daylight is rapidly fading, but the traffic on the street and sidewalk doesn't slow too much. The city never sleeps. But the music might drift up to the conversing men in the building high above and subtly flavor the approaching evening.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:36 pm
Zero smiled under the scarf and laughed a little bit. it had been atleast a month since he'd seen Al. " who else would come in unanounced?" But he would have came in silently if he didnt want him to know he was there. "What have you been up to?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:46 pm
"Not many I promise you that." Al said with a big grin. "But if you will excuse me I need to change my shirt." Said tugging on his shirt slightly. "Please come in, you remember the old place don't you? I will just be a second." Al walked over to his dresser and pulled out a fresh shirt and slipped it on. I hate it when he sneaks up on me like that, gets me every time.
Al returned with a clean shirt on. Aside from not being soaked in blackberry martini it was the same from the last.
"Can I get you some thing to drink?
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 8:01 pm
He extended his hand and the scarf became half it's origanal length as metal ran off his arm and landed on the ground then forming a chair. He then sat down and leened back. "No thank you, I had something from where i just came from." Mostly saying he'd just assassinated someone before showing up.
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