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Post by tsifan on Jul 23, 2014 19:16:34 GMT -5
[Dimensional Island, Dimensional Island. Please be sure to pick up your belongings and have a nice day.] "....!" Transmission on, Loading... [Location...  ] [Status:... Okay] [Charge:... 25% ] [Mission... ERROR] Beep! Eyes opened, his blue eyes would be staring forward, standing in front of a plain rock pillar- as the trains passed by through their portals, and off into several different planes of existence. Analyzing the region, several species and transmissions were emitting from their devices or overall bodily structure. A strange place indeed, but something was wrong. His thought process had gone to static, unable to retrieve the memory of even being mechanical robot, he felt a hazy feeling in his head. It was unusual as he failed to blink even in this moment. There was a Message left, it was fuzzy and horribly scrambled, but even then he could vaguely recall it. [Re+rii24ve th~2m, th0# si%x s3har4ds.] He could make it out, as he would clench his fist for a moment, Six? Why were they important? Who sent him out for this..? Perhaps the answered lied within those shards, ... seemed probable enough, The strange mechanical Robot boy, with white skin, and pitch black hair. Neon green handkerchief, with his bright red hat and pants. Black tank top, and strange green headphones. He would take light steps through the passerby crowds then, squished between the several types of people in the crowd, he managed to pop out at the steps of the staircase then, tripping as- "CLANK", His body hit the pavement roughly, as he rubbed his forehead.. that hurt, but. Such a strange hollow sound, as he would be having troubles. His joints were rusted slightly it seems, as his attempts to stand were futile, people walking around this strange boy laying on the pavement, he wasn't sure what to think of this situation. |
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Post by ryocker on Jul 27, 2014 8:28:52 GMT -5
Stretching himself out, a rather gnarly looking, purple shelled member of the Bro subspecies of Koopa Troopa was walking around nearby, his face quite disoriented. He'd been looking left, he'd been looking right, he'd been seeing civilians and he'd been feeling an itch in his throwing hand, an itch he wasn't interested in sating just yet.
Yeesh, you'd think I'd WANT to cause some destruction right about now, he thought, yawning as he kept trying to loosen up. As he continued to walk, his sights were eventually pointed to the odd boy wallowing about on the ground. Sights that he just didn't want to ignore.
Like it matters, he thought, My aliances are with Darkland. I ain't got no reason to help no-one unaffiliated... He stopped in his tracks, boots squeaking on the floor. Looking back one more time, he started over to him, still popping his joints a bit. What are you getting into now, Demo...
"HEY." he yelled, rather alarmingly. "What are you doing."
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Post by tsifan on Jul 27, 2014 19:16:08 GMT -5
Staring up at the sky, he could see the clouds passing by without much of a though, his processor was able to make it quite clear to him. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite installed with the ability to really examine these things in a more technical sense. He described it as "Bright and Colorful" in the next save file.
Having given up on trying to stand up, seeing after 5 attempts proved futile he was wondering how in the world he was supposed to even do what he was designed to do, and just how old he was? It was almost like a position of paralysis for him. Regardless above all the murmurs and continuous stares from strangers as they walked around his fallen body, he would hear a distinctly strange voice.
Taking a gander at the one focusing their voice upon him, he recognized as a strange walking turtle. This could only be compared to the vague memories of walking rabbits, but that portion was too scrambled to recover at this time. He was questioning him? His blank expression looking up at him. His mouth opened, unable to answer.
[ERROR: VOICE CHIP NOT FOUND]
... Ah
Quite the predicament he was in, without much way to inform him of his mission or reasons for laying on this floor, he would only be able to hold his hand out, staring blankly at him.
The issue at hand was his knees were locked due to lack of use, or something of the like, as he looked a bit rough. Close examination, it was easy to tell he wasn't quite human.
Perhaps he will be able to figure out a way to communicate with him? He was looking into it right now.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 27, 2014 22:15:21 GMT -5
He tapped his purple clad boot a little impatiently, watching this nonsense. "What, are you trying to tell me you're unable to talk right now?" he asked, his beak holding an unimpressed scowl. Well this got interesting, he internally groaned. This guy's disabled mentally and physically. That's just sad.
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Post by tsifan on Jul 27, 2014 22:29:57 GMT -5
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Ah, a solution.
His hand was held out, as if he needed help up, but it seems he didn't respond towards it. Perhaps in this world, the notion is different? However the solution was finally found with a bit of deep digging into his software.
Almost out of thing air- a Black Hologram-like speech bubble would appear then. No sounds given, but an instance as words were instead typed on it.
[Assistance is needed]
[Knees have locked up, I am unable to move efficiently in this state]
[Voice Chip is not found]
This was certainly a sight to see, a strange boy with his strange text box. It seemed almost normal to him, as he tried his best to explain this predicament the best he could.
At least he had notice him, In this state not much else could be done.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 27, 2014 22:34:48 GMT -5
"Ah," Demo grinned. "So you're stuck in place, and you can't talk," he chuckled. "Sorry, Not really my problem," he shrugged.
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Post by tsifan on Jul 27, 2014 22:44:35 GMT -5
It seems the person before him had no intentions of helping, then as he let his arm then lean against the pavement then, looking up.
[Most unfortunate:]
[Unable to Retrieve RED Shards]
[And restrain their powers of Chaos]
At this time, Quote dug deep into his data, this was the most he could try to scrape up, but... the more he spoke of it. The more surprised he look.
... was this really the time to let this hold him back..?
Maybe not, but... He still had to try for it. His hands then pushing against the sidewalk then, pushing himself up. Trying to bend his knees to allow him up.
[The RED shards are too powerful, to leave be.]
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Post by ryocker on Jul 27, 2014 22:50:14 GMT -5
He seemed to gain interest. "Chaos powers, huh?" he asked, stepping closer. If Something like that has real power, he thought. Then it means that Maybe I can get that Power for King Bowser- or Better yet, that kinda power for myself! Then I'd outrank him! He gave a toothy grin, beinding down on a knee. "I'm reading," He said, that sly look still present.
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Post by tsifan on Jul 27, 2014 23:00:35 GMT -5
Quote's struggle wouldn't cease simply due to the sudden interest of the other individual, although he was most certainly confused by this individual's sudden undivided attention, regardless he was asked and he would answer.
[In theory, there is a presence of 6 RED shards]
[Whether this is true or false, I am not sure]
[However I was sent, to find them]
[Their fate and usages, I am not sure]
[They are exceedingly dangerous]
[And must not fall into anyone's grasps]
That would conclude his explanation to his need to complete his quest, informing himself as much as he was informing this individual before him. He managed to sit himself on the stairs, as people had lessen down greatly. Pulling his knees and bending them, testing their abilities. It seemed they were functional after being locked. That was a good thing.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 28, 2014 2:03:37 GMT -5
"So, You're able to walk now?" Demo asked, standing back up. "You seem like you can, for the most part..."
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Post by tsifan on Jul 28, 2014 8:05:53 GMT -5
Slowly hoisting himself up from the stairs, he would wobble a bit, holding onto the stair's sidebars then blinking. Looking at the strange koopa before him then, extending his hand.
[ Quote ]
It seemed he was alright after all, and taken upon himself to introduce himself. That... was his name, he thought. Perhaps this person's exceeding interest may aid him in the conquest to find these Shards? He wasn't familiar with the area, so any help would be good it seemed was most sensible, no need to be hostile.. after all.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 30, 2014 12:32:18 GMT -5
He looked down at the hand, scoffing a moment, but soon brought his own up. "Just call me Demo," he replied, shaking the robot's hand. "It's a nickname."
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