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Post by Koith on Jan 3, 2013 22:18:55 GMT -4
((OOC: This is not an adventure RP! This is the ordinary days for every OCs to meet, greet and play. No fights or missions allowed. Just get your OCs there and meet the others, if you bored of recent adventures.))
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TheRealBullet
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Post by TheRealBullet on Jan 5, 2013 22:29:28 GMT -4
(OOC: Don't get any ideas about the end, it's completely metaphorical and symbolic... )
It was a bright, sunny day in the bustling metropolis of Tremorton: The bees were buzzing, the birds were singing, joyous children innocently played in the unusually busy Tremorton park. Bumbling businessmen sifted through clients' accounts in a cubicle, every so often peering anxiously at the stock exchange. Fathers taught daughters how to fish while mothers taught sons to play Lacrosse. What could possibly happen to ruin such a wonderful sunday afternoon? ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE WAS A HUGE... oh, nevermind. WAIT! JUST THEN THERE APPEARED A VICIOUS... woops, nothing there either, just a peaceful, lazy day.
Since there was no threat of imminent doom or invasion by a savage race of extraterrestrials, Bullet, your everyday vigilante robot was lounging in an isolated, forested area of Tremorton Park by the lake.
He had been sitting on an old, wooden bench for several hours now. Completely still, completely silent staring out onto the blue-reflecting water., he was lost in deep binary and hexidecimal thoughts that would make no sense to all but the most experienced computer expert, but all the sense in the world to himself. There was a deep sadness to his cold, lifeless, cybernetic eyes.
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother will they try to break my balls? Ooh Ma, Mother should I build a wall?
Just then, a slight smile came to his face, bittersweet, as if remembering some fond memory from long ago. He stood up, the first time he'd moved since sitting down, and began walking back towards the inner city. Bullet had no specific place in mind, he just wanted to walk. Want, hethought to himself. That's something new.
Bullet found himself strolling towards Tremorton Mall, wondering why he would ever want to go there, there was nothing for him at the mall. Before long, he was sitting on a bench again. A weird thing really, he would sometimes think, robots never tire, why would we want to sit down when we could stand for an eternity? After a few moments he noticed something familiar about this place, almost like he had been there in some previous life, not that he had a life at all in the present. Perhaps a past existance. Bullet eventually realized this specific spot looked a lot like an area at a mall back home where he had spent many days sitting, waiting, never sure for what, but nonetheless waiting.
Whatever he had been waiting for he never could recall, for he suddenly realized he was no longer the only one sitting on that metal bench in the middle of the mall. Beside Bullet was a human boy, about age sixteen, Bullet calculated. The human had neck-length brown hair and friendly green eyes. He was wearing a red jacket and baggy blue jeans. He was looking at Bullet with a strange smile.
After a moment of blankly staring back, Bullet spoke first "May I help you?" he asked coldly.
"Hey, the name's Viktor. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here by yourself, and though I'd come say hi."
"Well, hi." Bullet replied coldy again, starting to be irritated at this human's disturbance.
"What's your name?" Viktor continued, undeterred by Bullets standoffishness.
This surprised Bullet, who had not expected for anyone to care about him in anyway. He was flummoxed. "Oh, umm. My name is... my name is Bullet - yeah, Bullet." He replied, a bit warmer this time.
"Groovy name, Bullet, I like it." Viktor commented, much enthused. "Are you new here? I can show you around the city if you'd like."
Bullet calculated for a moment. Why does he seem to show an interest in me? Perhaps I should go with him, to learn more about these people. Maybe someday thay could help me find the Professor? He stood up. "Sure, uhh thanks." he answered.
"Groovy, you gotta see Mezmer's, that's the place to be, but I'll show you the other gigs around town first."
As they walked off, Bullet found himself smiling for the first time in what seemed like had been forever. Maybe, just maybe, he had found what he had been looking for...
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Post by Jakob on Jan 6, 2013 4:43:23 GMT -4
Bright and sunny, that's what the forecast said on the television on the one side of the rather empty room of Jakob's bunker. The android had been watching the news as a tradition in lieu of his mornings often spent discussing plans with his late creator, KPG.
The plans could've been about anything. Weapon designs, armour designs, upgrades of any sort, new projects, anything discussed for the purposes of further enhancing his efficiency as a combat android. Now he gets through those discussions in record time with the AI partner in his head- the intelligence with no name- It and Jakob had already made a checklist of further additions to make to the prototype of the Ultima Project.
Jakob had transferred the AI to the workshop downstairs to continue work on the project in question, while the combat android proper stayed at the ready to lend vigilante assistance to whatever situation would arise.
... But there was nothing. The news only seemed to report how things had been doing the day before, or worse off, fluff. The fact that Tremorton's news had to resort to fluff was a sure sign that there was truly nothing going on. Not a single piece of footage that might show even a potential wrong-doer.
"I'm going to do a patrol."
//UNDERSTOOD
The AI replied from the television speaker itself. At that, Jakob raised the remote, switched off the television, and placed the remote safely atop one of the cushions of the duct tape-covered sofa. Jakob then grabbed a tattered hat to put over top of his head and left the bunker.
His blue scarf wavered slightly in the light wind as the android strolled down one street and road at a time. Due to most of his identity-covering wardrobe being ruined from his trip to Canada, few would immediately recognize Jakob as Jakob- especially the lack of grinning helmet. Instead of the helmet with vents that made him appear to be grinning, there was the constant smiling made by the android's real face. It added a bit of a creepy effect when combined with the mechanisms that covered the android's eyes- if he even had eyes to begin with.
Jakob noticed his energy was running a little low. A little something to top off the matter converter wouldn't hurt, and Mezmer's was the closest establishment. Adjusting his scarf, Jakob strolled to the place. Despite being in his mid-late twenties in looks and actual functioning time, he would stick out like a sore thumb amongst the majority of teenagers that frequented the place... That, and being an android over six feet tall with obvious armour plating on his torso. That would make him stick out like a sore thumb as well.
The android entered and took the first empty seat he could find- the one farthest from the ice cream machine. "Howdy, Jakob," the aging owner greeted, "Oh, sorry, are you someone different? You look a bit like Jakob."
"No, it's me," Jakob replied as the brim of his hat rose to show his face.
"Huh," The owner said.
"My helmet was ruined a while ago," Jakob explained, "Haven't gotten to replacing it yet."
"Actually, I never knew you had a full goatee," the owner laughed.
Jakob's grin only widened in response, "Anyway," he said, "I'd like to get today's special."
"One club sandwich, coming right up," the owner replied before moving back to get said sandwich prepared. Jakob's armoured hands snaked into the pockets of his trousers to produce the money required to pay for the sandwich. In this case, a twenty-dollar bill.
He'd soon be enjoying a sandwich with the taste buds he really didn't have... but the matter converter would pull a lot of energy from such a meal.
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Post by Rosie on Jan 6, 2013 7:36:42 GMT -4
((I will use XJ9 Jenny))
It was bright and sunny. Time for relaxing and comfy after what happen during winter holiday previously. Now Rosie and her family able to spent time together. Fortunately, Jenny and Dr Wakeman also back. For the day, Rosie, Crystal and Jenny went to abandon large field located not far from behind their house. That field become their hang out for practise. At there, Rosie was practicing attacking a wodden dummy with a long stick as her sword. She got better at aiming and hit. "Yaa!" thanks to support of Jenny and Crystal, Rosie now good at sword skill
"Nice one, Rosie!" Jenny cheered her. After the practice, Crystal sticked some long thick woods on ground and then put empty cans on each woods, "Now that you did pretty well in closed combat, it's time to do long ranged. You can used your gun now" She stepped back to Jenny
"R-right," Rosie took out her gun from her right waist and shoot. However, she completely missed with a sweatdrop,"S-sorry!"
Jenny noticed her hand shivered a bit, "Rosie, you need to concentrated. Don't let yourself scared, ok?"
"O-ok.." she continue shooting. During that, she completely missed aiming. It appeared she got much to get used to shooting. "huu..." Crystal sighed, "Guessing she got much to be trained"
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Post by TheRealBullet on Jan 6, 2013 15:22:24 GMT -4
It was for quite a while that Bullet followed Viktor through the crowded thoroughfares of Tremorton, gazing with a newfound interest in everything he saw. Viktor toured him through Tremorton Mall, the Park (the only place Bullet knew quite well), Tremorton High, even Skyway Patrol HQ. There was also a few other places of not enough significance to mention now.
Finally they arrived in front of a flat-roofed, diamond shaped building with a large cartoonish cat head in front, the mouth of which served as the entrance.
"This, is Mezmer's." Viktor declared as he led Bullet inside the establishment. "Best hangout in town, although it's not much of a scene till nighttime."
This was true, though Bullet really couldn't tell. If anyone came here for the first time at this moment, none could guess it would soon be a swingin' party house if it weren't for the jukebox in one corner. It wasn't very busy at the moment, most people were out picnicing in the sun. Bullet looked around the room, there were a few people and some families in the booths around the dancefloor, but most of the stools at the counter were vacant. Vacant, Bullet noticed, except for a tall, armored man with a blue scarf sitting at the far end.
Just by chance, no real reason, Bullet sat down next to him. This was when Bullet saw this man had a rather large, slighly disturbing smile, and strange mechanical goggle-like things over his eyes. This man wasn't human at all, but an android like himself, Bullet could tell. He looked away, but there was something that didn't add up about something. Something he couldn't quite calculate.
He turned to the android once more. "Excuse me, but you seem familiar. Have we met before?"
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Post by Jakob on Jan 7, 2013 1:42:45 GMT -4
Jakob's head turned to the robot who addressed him. The question processed through his mind at the speed of light before he settled on the most proper answer. As Jakob made the reply, the owner had brought the club sandwich, set down in front of the android on a nice, plain porcelain plate.
"Possibly- though not officially," he said, his grin never faltering, "Might have spotted me on patrol, or during one of the usual events. Haven't actually shook hands."
At that, the android extended an armoured hand. "Jakob."
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Post by Champ on Jan 7, 2013 14:32:56 GMT -4
Azure smiled as she walked down the street, her arms swinging carelessly at her sides. Today was perfect. The sky was clear, the temperature was mild, and there was absolutely no crime. None. No robberies, no alien invaders, heck, it didn't even seem like anyone was jaywalking. It was the first peaceful day in Tremorton in months, which meant that for the first time in months Azure got to hang out with her best friend in the world without having to worry about him running off to stop some supercriminal. She turned to him then, a smile on her face.
"So," She said, "What's the backpack for?"
Champ smiled at her from his spot on the sidewalk behind her.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask," He said, sliding the bag off of his shoulder, "You asked me to get you a Christmas present a while back. I'm a bit late, but..."
He opened the backpack, handing it to her. She took it, crouching down to examine it's contents. As she did a huge smile burst onto her face.
"No way," She said quietly.
Inside was a brand new camera, along with a half-dozen lenses. They weren't cheap either, all of the items in the bag were professional grade.
"How did you afford all of this?" Azure asked, stunned.
Champ shrugged, trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal.
"I may or may not have begged Blair for some extra Christmas money," He said, "Also, I may or may not have sold some of my stuff."
Azure chuckled, throwing her arms around her friend.
"Now I feel bad for getting you such a bad present," She said.
Azure had gotten Champ one of his favorite movies from his childhood for Christmas. It hadn't even cost $10.
"It's fine," He said.
She smiled, turning and starting to walk back up the street.
"Tell you what," She said, "To thank you I'll treat you to a milkshake at Mezmer's. Who knows, maybe there'll be something there that'll be worth testing my new camera on."
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Post by TheRealBullet on Jan 8, 2013 2:42:16 GMT -4
The android, named Jakob extended an armoured hand, which Bullet then shook. This was strange to him. As far as he had ever known, Bullet had never done so, but the response came to him like he'd always known to shake the hand of a newly-met aqauaintance. It was the same feeling that made Bullet feel like he had met Jakob before.
But before Bullet could persue any further conversation, Viktor slid a tall glass of what looked like a motor oil milkshake in front of him. Upon further examination, Bullet realized that's exactly what it was.
"Lucky for you," Viktor told him. "There's been so many robots around town in recent years, it's the norm for most joints have sorts of robo-cuisine or whatever you would call it."
"Wow, much thanks Viktor." Bullet graciously replied. Then, without really thinking about it he rose the glass high into the air and cheered "To a lazy, peaceful day. And to new counterparts." He he hesitated before brining the drink to his metal "lips," analyzing what's just happened, and what he was about to do, before taking his first gulp of robo-dessert since... home. The drink flowed to Bullet's inner compartments, no feeling or taste like the humans seemed to have the luxury of. No sensation at all, until suddenly a long unprocessed code came to life in the back of his processor. For the first time in a long while Bullet felt that he was where he belonged. A moment passed, and this feeling faded, but Bullet was sure it would soon be back to stay.
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Post by Jakob on Jan 8, 2013 3:24:44 GMT -4
The synthetic teeth chewed through the club sandwich- an odd juxtaposition with the motor oil milkshake his new acquaintance had received from a friendly human. The android was not as familiar with the sandwich as he was with his favoured dish: Shanghai Noodles- which he often ordered from the local Chinese Restaurant- shockingly untouched by the mass carnage Tremorton constantly falls under almost daily.
He nodded in acknowledgement to the toast brought on by the other robot. "Yes, a lazy day. Would prefer a goon to knock flat, but... that's just me," he said before taking another bite.
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Post by Agai Lazen on Jan 8, 2013 3:26:20 GMT -4
Kazama got out of bed and stretched, cracking his joints before heading to the showers to freshen up. He was surprised to wake up on his own as opposed to being woken up by the intimidating Captain Gordon (AKA: Mr. Don't-F*ck-With-Me), but he shrugged off the suspicion as he came out, remembering that he wasn't under that man's command for the time being. After a quick breakfast, he suited up and reported to Blair, meeting his teammate, Yuki halfway.
"Morning, Yuki," Kazama greeted, "Where are you going? Aren't we supposed to report to our commanding officer? Also, you're out of uniform."
"Didn't you hear the announcement?" Yuki started, "Right, you must've slept through it...Well, G-Force and Skyway are letting a bunch of officers take today off in celebration."
"Celebration of what? Sure, we killed one aggregate Destroyer, but there are more out there."
"That's just it," Yuki said with a satisfied smile, "They found a way to kill Destroyer when it's in a microorganism state. I don't know the details because Io explained to me, but it has something to do with a sound frequency that destroys the elements composing their bodies, or something like that."
"Wow, so the Destroyer is just...gone? Just like that?"
"Yep," Yuki said, starting to go his separate way. "I'm gonna go visit my nieces while I have the chance, the others have gone off sight-seeing. Why don't you go sight-seeing? It's better than wasting this beautiful day at home." And with a quick wave, they separated.
Kazama decided to take Yuki's advice, quickly switching from his lightweight composite armor to a casual jacket and jeans. He had no clue as where to go first, but he decided to just walk randomly and enjoy what he comes across.
"Well, this look interesting." He said as he came to the entrance of Mezmers. With a decisive push, he went inside and took a seat.
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Post by Koith on Jan 8, 2013 9:47:11 GMT -4
"Flashback..."
"In the battle of North Pole during Snowjoke Incident, Santa's House...
After the fierce battle, the mutated Snowjoke, melted into half of his body, like what he passed in the days at Paris more than 60 years ago. The team, including Rosie, Crystal, Marie and the pixies raise their alert while Grinder along with wounded Kane on the high control room behind the glass. The fool laughs, but full of pathetic. Looking to Koith who pointing the gun toward him, Snowjoke utters:
-I'd failed, master! I'd failed to make you happy!
-No!-The soldier suddenly sheathed his gun, then walking toward the melting fool-Your loyalty with me stayed eternity, and that's the one I most appreciated!
-I...I...-Snowjoke tries to say with a cough-But, I'd challenged the ones you serve. I'd disappointed you, for twice!
Use the arms to gently raise the fool's head, Koith replies:
-You didn't disappoint me! From the past, it's all my fault! I must bring you at my side, not leaving you behind like that. You'd served me well for long time, and now you need a rest, for eternity.
-I...I...-Snowjoke was touched by those acts. He'd never imagined that his master could treat him like that. He closes his eyes, smiles happily and leaves the last words:
-Master...your benevolence, just...melted...my...frozen heart...!
Then, he completely got molten, leaving behind a tiny diamond heart. Put it into the pocket, Koith whispers a chant:
-Ruhe in frieden, mein diener!
..."
"End flashback"
At the time recently, Tremorton is now at the peace, rarely the city can have such occasions like this. It's over! Snowjoke was dead, Kane gave the rest of Koith's memories as a gift for saving his life at the North Pole. What Marie got as the Christmas gift is a totally recovered soldier who married and lived with her for a long time ago. It's over? Nein! Koith smirks when self-asking him. It's just a little time to rest before the next missions, and who could make sure that there will no more available for him next time. But, as it's the little chance for relaxation, Koith must take it to himself...
Get out of the bed while Marie is sleeping in the plain blanket, but children shouldn't see what inside. Koith takes on his uniform - except the blue shirt he hanged on the chair which used to be a part of him due to the re-live in Tremorton. Only with the black short-sleeved t-shirt he wore inside the main shirt, the soldier takes a trip downtown, with the clear identity. Of course, the first place is to meet his comrades, Dr. Wakeman's house.
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Post by Champ on Jan 8, 2013 16:19:18 GMT -4
It only took Champ and Azure a few moments to reach Mezmers. It was already getting surprisingly busy, given the time of day, but since it wasn't that surprising Champ supposed, given that it was one of those rare peaceful days that Tremorton never seemed to have. As Champ was about to enter he noticed that Azure had stopped, looking through the doorway at the scene inside with something like concern.
"What is it?" He asked, worry pulsing through him.
"Nothing," She said, tilting her head, "It's just...."
Without another word she started walking around the side of the diner, occasionally holding her hands in front of her then frowning, shaking her head, and moving to another position. Champ tried to ask what she was doing, but everytime he spoke she held up a hand to silence him. Finally she found a position down the sidewalk, practically in the street, that she seemed to like, and she pulled out her new camera, fiddling with a few buttons before snapping a picture.
"What the hell was that about?" He asked, glad that she was using his gift, but a little annoyed at not knowing what for.
"Oh," she said, a little embarrassed, "The scene inside reminded me of 'Nighthawks', except the three people at the bar are all on the same side...and it's daytime."
Champ nodded, his lips pressed together as he opened the door.
"And what exactly is 'Nighthawks?'" He asked, taking a seat at the bar.
"It's a painting," Azure explained, "Honestly, get some culture."
Champ sighed, turning to the person sitting next to him in a playful attempt to keep the argument going.
"Hey, back me up here," he said, "you don't have any idea what she's talking about either, right?"
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Post by Agai Lazen on Jan 8, 2013 19:04:10 GMT -4
Kazama turned to face the man that asked him, but paused as he recognized him as Champ from the other day. At first he was apprehensive, his behavior wasn't exactly friendly in hindsight, but then he decided that it would be best to undo his first impression.
"I spent most of my life in Japan," Kazama answered honestly, "So I wouldn't know."
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Post by Koith on Jan 8, 2013 20:46:07 GMT -4
After a deep, nice sleep, Marie finally awaken. Stretching the arms and having a deep breath, the girl takes a look at the side next to her. Koith's gone, he went downtown while Marie's still sleeping. Holding the blanket to cover the rest of her body, the girl wonders where the soldier going.
Gets dressed with the clothes messed on the table, Marie leaves the Junkerton and takes a short trip to inner-city and find a good place for hang out. It could be better if she find Koith at the places she get in.
Head into the Mezmers, where the people said the best place for everyone. Marie sees lots of people eating, chatting. She saw Kazama, who nearly got his hands into her and Koith during the chase of misunderstandings. Get into the table alone, the blonde-haired robot girl also sees Champ - who only Koith known his name - along with another girl. But, care them for what? Marie wonders if someone could make friend with her, while she believed her darling will come to place, soon or not.
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Post by Champ on Jan 8, 2013 21:14:14 GMT -4
Champ nodded slowly, before turning back to Azure.
"I'd say that's a win for my case, but I don't really know if that counts, so let's call this a draw," He said.
Azure smiled, raising an eyebrow.
"Whatever you say," She said, turning her attention back to her menu.
For a moment the group at the bar sat in silence, then Champ turned to Kazama. He had the distinct feeling that he knew the man.
"Hey, I know this is weird," He said, "But have I seen you somewhere before?"
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