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Post by Kyle on Jun 11, 2012 18:29:07 GMT -5
((Dashe, this is starting to feel more and more like a bad sitcom. )) "Ugh. Fine. I'll beat youse when we gets homes." GreenPow sighed, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head side to side. Suddenly... he began to smirk. "Da boss, eh? Man, I hate 'dat broad. Actin' likes a spoiled lil' brat and throwin' fits whenever shes wants. That Bowen guy had da' right idea. Hell, you loved 'dat guy, didn't ya'?"
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Post by Dashe on Jun 11, 2012 18:42:01 GMT -5
"A 'course I did, Unca Tony. He was like a third fadda to me, afta you! And, uh, my actual fadda, rest his soul," Dashe replied. "If youse ain't gonna look for any glue I'm gonna go check da cart myself."
She rummaged through the compartment on the mobile custodians' cart. "I coulda sworn dere was a bottle a Krazy Glue in he-yah last time I checked," She grumbled under her breath when she couldn't find it.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 11, 2012 19:14:06 GMT -5
Tamashi perked her head at the mention of her father's name. Was he planning something she was never told of? She shook the thought out of her head. That was unlike Bowen. He shared all of his secrets with her. So much for that... She got up to put "GATTACA" away and took out a nonfiction book. No title, just a blue book with gold details on the cover. After skimming the first few lines, she stared at the pages. This was something her father always wanted to read. She took the family photo from the desk and held it to Chaotic. Pointing to Bowen, the most words she have ever spoken in one sentence escaped her lips.
"Bring me to him."
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Jun 11, 2012 20:47:59 GMT -5
"Well...fine...just...just don't do anything...well...suspicious, OK? I take it Dashe doesn't trust you completely...or at all. And...um...she's...she's not...the only one..." he said, heating up like it was 90 degrees inside, though still keeping a straight face. He smiled at her to lighten the mood-though he noticed her expression hadn't changed at all since he met her-as he left the table they were sitting at. He turned around the corner right outside of the janitor's closet to see if the people he heard earlier needed help cleaning the vase, only to find a disguised Dashe and an oddly dressed GreenPow. He tried to hold back a laugh as he said, "You could've asked to come before I left the mansion. And don't worry about anything going wrong...you two's can count on me, capice?" He walked past them, still trying to get over the fact that he actually said something. He was almost as quiet as Tamashi when people were around. He beckoned for Tamashi to follow him as he walked down the hall.
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Fatman X. Jones
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Banished To Fort Asshole
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Jun 12, 2012 16:18:35 GMT -5
"I sure haven't see him," Fatman remarked. "If I had, I would've seen him running for his life from the 7-Uploids..."
The Gustaff scratched its head. "Maybe I should help you guys retrace your steps. I'm sure he's wandering around, looking for somewhere to hide from these guys if he's not blasting them himself. And besides, I feel like doing a bit of clean-up work anyway."
He walked towards 'Jen' and Loken. "So, I'll lead the way. Just tell me which way you came from again..."
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Post by Dashe on Jun 13, 2012 0:50:17 GMT -5
Dashe blinked. "His gangster accent was better than ours." She uttered, not sure as to whether she should be impressed or frustrated as she haphazardly nudged all of the vase fragments under a chair. If she had any Cokebots left--she wasn't entirely keen on checking the damage just yet--then that'd be cleaned up eventually.
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Post by Kyle on Jun 13, 2012 6:58:36 GMT -5
"Pffftb. Don't take it too badly. H-he just had time to practice his, that's all!" GreenPow retorted, switching back to his normal voice. "Even if we could (and I use that word loosely) count of on him, he's still got that silver-haired pile of androgyny following him around."
He then removed his jumpsuit and patted down his normal clothes. "Damn. That thing reeked of dust. Glad to be rid of it." he remarked. "C'mon. Let's get out of here."
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Post by Loken on Jun 28, 2012 2:32:49 GMT -5
Loken was a bit concerned about Fatman potentially upstaging him, but it was undeniable that this fat PI and wrinkly girl would need a lot of help to take down a robot master.
"Well we should head back in the direction of the Intro building, around the off-topic sector," he said while pointing behind his back "If he's still here, and I know he is, he will be hiding out in some dark recess of the forums. Be careful, I know you think you're hot stuff but that man is a trained killer."
Zero nodded in agreement and took a swig of E-tank. "We just came from the residential section to the north, straight through from the Rules & Introductions building down to Roleplaying, and these awful 7-Up robots aren't making it any easier."
She certainly had a point there. Not one MMLS member could have guessed by looking at Bowen's mansion that the master of the house had been banned at all. The place was still teeming with his emotionally unstable 7-Uploids. At least they were incapable of multiplying on their own. It was anybody's guess how far they'd managed to spread out.
"Yeah, but the thing is, Bass is still a Robot Master, not a Reploid. He's programmed with the Three Laws--or at least the knowledge of them--and even if he's killed hundreds of fellow robots, he's still bound to not harm a human," Fatman mentioned. "If he really has killed your brother, Jenny, he's probably experiencing some malfunctions in his weapons or whatnot due to the First Law acting as an override."
The Gustaff blasted a Hyper Shell round off towards the 7-Uploids massing themselves towards Rules & Introductions, and incinerated several of them. "I'll still lead the way, though, so you guys don't get hurt, but I doubt Bass is really that much of a problem by now..."
"Hmm, Robot Master laws aye? Not really familiar with them, but that doesn't add up." said Loken as he stared at his shoes. "perhaps this is all due to a glitch, but you see Fatman, Bass and Bowen were involved in a conspiracy to take over MMLS. It seems as if we are turning the tide against these idiot robots, so I imagine this is all a distraction for one last big plan for Bass to attack Dashe. She's tough, for a girl, but if we don't act now and stop Bass I fear we will lose our fair city to this mechanical fascist! You see it doesn't matter why he is doing this, just that we bring him to justice!" Exclaimed Loken, being his massively intelligent, and unsurpassablely chivalrous self.
"The laws are for generalized robotics," Zero explained, embarrassed for Loken. "Robots essentially can't harm humans. It's a sci-fi thing and it applies to robot masters. It doesn't work on..."
Before Zero could finish his sentence, Loken, Fatman, and Zero all received identical PMs from Dashe at once.
"According to my radar, it appears that you are still within proximity of Bowen's 'mansion.' Think you could break into the place and either seal off or destroy whatever sort of research facility Bowen had going on in there? I'm still trying to figure out where the hell he's been drawing power from. If any of you happens to accidentally slip and smash Bowen into pieces along the way, I certainly won't bat an eyelash.
The faster this is done, the better. Bowen has some weird-ass spawn on the way over, and I'm still trying to assess whether or not she could potentially do any damage to the city. It's got me tied up enough that going down to the mansion and making that lab inaccessible is out of the question. It might not be too good if somebody else starts running unauthorized robotics experiments around these parts, if you catch my drift.
If for any reason you're unable to perform this task, it is more imperative than usual that you message me back immediately.
Cheers, Dashe"
"Hmm" Loken thought to himself "What should I do? Dashe probably needs me but I have to stop Bass from getting to her! Oh who am I kidding I can't stand up to a robot master, I'd probably just die! But if Fatman ends up defeating Bass they would probably make me into a martyr, and I'd probably have a glorious memorial! But I'd be dying needlessly and I'm probably the only one who can properly investigate that mansion! A by-the-books investigation won't get me a sparkling mythical status but at least I'd actually be useful. Plus I bet Dashe would be really proud and appreciative of me and let me regrow my moustache! Also I don't want to REALLY DIE!"
Loken continued with his back and forth reasoning until he decided he should investigate the mansion and take Jenny so he could protect her from danger.
He pulled Jenny to the side to see how she felt about going with him. "Can we ditch Fatman and check out the mansion? Do you think he can find Bass without me?"
"I think Fatman will be fine," Zero assured him, fighting to keep from sighing with relief. Actually running into Bass would probably be really bad for his cover. "He does have a mech suit, after all."
Loken looked at Fatman in his mech who was just kind of looking at stuff and turned back to Jenny. "Should we tell him or just run away?"
"Eh, we have a PM system for that," Zero shrugged. "Unless it's just for talking to Dashe. That would suck."
"Hehehe, yeah!" Loken giggled "You're funny Jen-Jen. I'll write the PM."
"My Dear Sir, As requested by Dashe, Jenny and I have left to investigate the mansion and Bowen's means of producing the robots. We have full confidence in your ability to track down and defeat Bass. Good luck and God speed! -Loken"
He sent it on its way and said to Jenny, "Let's get out of here!"
"Roger that." Zero said with a nod and a swig of E-Tank as they ran straight for the source of the wandering 7-Uploids.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 28, 2012 15:42:17 GMT -5
Dashe quickly changed back into her normal attire and led the way out into the hall. "I really hope at least one of those kids gets to the mansion before Chaotic and Miss Off-The-Grid get there and something goes wrong," she sighed. "Want to get registered? It sounds so much safer than throwing ourselves in the middle of yet another mess, and then you can start going places on your own."
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Post by Kyle on Jun 28, 2012 16:45:29 GMT -5
"Yeah. I guess it's about time I got around to registering. The, uh, implant is covered under a health plan, right...?" GreenPow meekly asked. "I haven't much in the way of currency at the moment, so I hope you're not expecting some sort of entrance fee."
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Post by Dashe on Jul 3, 2012 14:51:02 GMT -5
"Know what? You help get this place looking like a normal city again and we can both forget all about any sort of entrance fee you may or may not require," Dashe nonchalantly replied as she led the way to Rules and Introductions, smashing every 7-Uploid she saw on sight and hoping none of them would decide it'd be a fun idea to swarm the two of them.
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Post by Kyle on Jul 3, 2012 18:46:48 GMT -5
"...May or may not require? That doesn't inspire confidence." GreenPow thought to himself while following after Dashe and her trail of carnage. "This implant... It isn't going to hurt, is it? I can barely stand getting my blood taken, let alone having something put into me."
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Post by Dashe on Jul 3, 2012 20:16:29 GMT -5
"Totally painless." Dashe casually waved it off. "Most members hardly even know it's happening to start with. Usually it comes as a shock when I explain it later."
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Post by Kyle on Jul 3, 2012 21:41:11 GMT -5
"O-okay. I take your word for it," GreenPow said, resigning himself to his fate. "The sooner this is over with, the better. I'm starting to get sick and tired of not being able to open up a simple door!"
After trekking for a few minutes, they finally reached their destination: The Rules and Introductions building.
"I'm guessing that this is the place?" he asked.
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Post by Dashe on Jul 4, 2012 0:32:21 GMT -5
"Yup." Dashe stated. "And you can actually open this door on your own. It encourages more people to get registered. Usually people come in and register right away, or they come in, realize they can't get anywhere else, and then register. Guess that makes you special, eh?"
She opened the door for him anyway and glanced inside, letting out a huge sigh of relief when she saw that there were still two Cokebots diligently waiting for new users to come in. "Finally, something's finally going right today," she exclaimed, waltzing on ahead up to the desk and turning her attention towards a Cokebot. "#21, waive this young man's registration fee for now." She instructed.
"This unit's designated serial number is #00098." The Cokebot stated.
"Sorry. You, uh, look a lot like #21." Dashe faltered.
"Request processed. "The Cokebot turned to GreenPow and monotonously said, "State your desired username."
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