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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 16, 2008 3:06:49 GMT -5
"And just what is your business, sir? When are you from?"
His tone was suspicious, and his little frame was coiled tight and ready to strike.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 16, 2008 3:10:36 GMT -5
"AIN'T YA JUST HEARD ME?!" he yelled, going forward on a shaky leg. Oh, being malnourished right now was not good. He wobbled in his stance, but otherwise showed no signs of fear. It was even when he took that step forward that he realized this man wasn't even that tall... which made the pale man feel really foolish.
"Jus' leave me alone," he grumbled, taking another step forward, though he kept his hands at his sides, not looking in any shape to really put up a fight.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 16, 2008 3:14:06 GMT -5
True, Yoshimitsu only came up to the man's chest, but he didn't seem intimidated. He ignored the protest and pressed.
"State your business here, tinman. When and where have you come from? Who is our Builder?"
His hand tightened on the blade and when he raised it, its humming increased.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 16, 2008 3:19:45 GMT -5
"I... ain't got a reason... to answer to you... kid...." he grumbled, staring at the humming blade in the smaller man's hand. It held his interest for a moment longer than it should have, but it seemed all that Bryan was capable of. Taking another step forward, Bryan wavered to one side, trying to force his way around the Japanese man... however, he found himself toppling forward, exhaustion hitting him hard as he blacked out.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 16, 2008 4:45:20 GMT -5
The little man pulled a face and dropped the blade quickly enough to put his hands up and catch the other man's heavy frame before it crushed him. He grunted, catching the mechanical man on his forearms, gritting his teeth as the massive weight of the man crushed down on him, but he managed to lay the...thing down gently enough not to damage any of whatever systems it had.
Well, at least now he could make a more thorough examination of the monster.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 16, 2008 23:15:05 GMT -5
The mechanical man, now laid on his stomach, breathed heavily in his sleep, seeming to have needed the rest he was now getting.
The old duster over him covered much of his mechanics, as did the tattered clothing underneath, which muffled a faint whirr-click sound coming from somewhere on his person, like he was laying on top of a clock. The goggles kept the little light in his eye covered, though they were not difficult to remove either.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 16, 2008 23:23:06 GMT -5
The mercenary grunted, shoving the heavy man over onto his back and crouching over his prone form. He removed the goggles and examined the faceplate. The mechanics were so primative...and what function did this serve? It didn't seem to have any purpose but to make the man ugly.
He left the face and opened up the man's vest, shoving the coat and shirt aside to examine his chest and find out where the ticking originated from. What sort of heart did this monster have? Cold fusion, liquid relium? Atmospherium?
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 16, 2008 23:37:04 GMT -5
Underneath the vest and shirt, ticked a simplistic device that served as his heart, though it was certainly anchored in his flesh. Small gears, just like those of a pocket watch, though larger for the purpose they served, turned and clicked, alongside a coiled spring, where the "whirring" came from. In the center of the piece, a blue gem, in similar hue and glow to the thing that served as his left eye, seemed to power the heart-device. Over top of this was a thick, glass dome held in place with a tarnished brass ring, making the whole item protrude just under an inch from his chest. No craftsman's markings or stampings in the brass revealed who made this heart, but it was certainly a masterpiece compared to the user.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 16, 2008 23:42:51 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu hummed to himself. Primative but effective, apparently. He wondered why the mechanical man had collapsed, and check to see if, like a watch, the heart had to be wound up. He kept a weary eye on the man in case he woke up, and pulled his blade nearby just in case.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 16, 2008 23:52:36 GMT -5
The heart was still working normally, it seemed, though Bryan was still passed out. He stirred a little with the chill of his open clothing reaching his skin - alive as it was, it still became covered in goosebumps. Shivering a little, Bryan shifted, dragging his arms up to cover himself tiredly.
"Hhnnngh..."
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 16, 2008 23:54:42 GMT -5
The smaller man jumped up to his feet and back, grabbing his singing blade up and training it on the man. He cautiously prodded him with a dusty boot.
"Get up, tin man. You lay here and someone will come along and scrap you for parts."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 0:00:13 GMT -5
Bryan unsteadily sat up, having rather needed the rest, and got to his feet. Looking down at himself, he pulled his clothing shut with one hand, dragging his goggles down with the other.
"YOU!" was all he could come up with, trying to back away until he kicked over a dry-rotted crate. "Leave me alone, Chinaman," he grumbled, wondering what the stranger was doing, poking around under his clothing like that. "I ain't done nothin' to you, so whaddya want?"
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 0:03:48 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu stayed on his gaurd, blade raised and ready, and he backed up a bit.
"Your systems are in terrible repair."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 0:09:18 GMT -5
"You ain't s'pposed ta have seen that," growled Bryan, clenching his coat tighter. "Yer lucky I'm unarmed, stranger. So, unless you're the man I'm lookin' fer, leave me alone." Turning his head, Bryan surveyed the alleyway around them, making sure no one else had seen his metal heart.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 0:13:17 GMT -5
"I have seen it. And it's shoddy work--well, not bad for this time, I suppose. Who is your mechanic? You collapsed, there must be something wrong."
He didn't move, and didn't appreciate the threats, giving the humming blade an expert spin in his hand. Or rather, his entire hand spun in an entirely inhuman manner.
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