Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 21, 2017 15:22:09 GMT
It had rained. Preachers always talked about the rain like it was supposed to be a sign of rebirth. Pakcho stared at a puddle of it that had pooled alongside the cracked concrete that they called a sidewalk in this part of town. A few cigarette butts had found their way into it and the distinct sheen of motor oil was spread across the top in a thin film. “ Don’t much look like rebirth to me,” he muttered. He stared up and the grey sky, looking rather forlorn, stared back. He sighed before trudging on down the block. This walk was supposed to clear his head, not make him feel worse. Pakcho was tired. You could see it from the way he carried himself. His shoulders slumped forward as he walked. His strides were short and his head bowed towards the ground. He looked almost smaller than himself. Any passerby could faithfully imagine a tiny raincloud following him. Six months on the fighting circuits and what did he have to show for it? A couple hundred Zeni? Money was important and he knew that, but he was looking for more, he was looking for purpose. The scenery of his community wasn’t doing much, could never really do much, to bolster his spirits. This was one of the poorest areas in the new-fangled jammed up Earth. Cress was dominated by the Saiyans but social class often forgets about racial differences. There was a veritable cornucopia of outsiders here, all with the same thing in common. They’re broke. Almost to prove that point, two children, a brother and sister, sat on the small stone stoop of their dilapidated home. Pakcho usually loved being around kids. He admired their enthusiasm and freedom. Most of his childhood was spent finding ways to stay fed. This pair looked about as enthused as he did at their age. Dirt was smeared clear across the boy’s face. He was inspecting one of the broken pavers on his stoop, clutching around the edges of it when Pakcho passed. The young boy looked up and the paver fell from his grasp, cracking into several large chunks on the stoop. Pakcho didn’t linger and kept moving. The brother and sister said nothing. “ Welcome to the Slums of Cress,” Pakcho said under his breath as he rounded the corner. Maybe it’s about time I leave and see what else is out there. It was a thought he often had. Yet, something held him here. Perhaps it was the connection he had with this place, despite all of its inadequacies. He could’ve left as soon as he’d strung together a few victories in the circuit and really test himself, but he didn’t. Was he afraid? “ I’m no coward,” he said out loud and immediately feeling foolish for doing so. How often does someone have to disprove his own inner monologue? A bolt of searing light crackled against the dim sky. Pakcho’s head lifted upwards to observe the heavens. The grey clouds had turned darker and the wind had picked up. It would rain again soon. A burnt out apartment building with a large overhang loomed a half block down the street. The first few drops of rain hit him on his shoulder. A warning for the downpour to soon come.
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
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1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 22, 2017 1:18:14 GMT
 A Rainy Stroll
Level: One OOC: First thread! I loved your starter; trying to give ya something to work with. Sorry for the long-drawn intro post.
The mechanical limbs granted to CXVII after her reconstruction were almost indistinguishable from her human ones — as long as one could overlook the seams and sockets. So while not a great deal had been lost in terms of the transhuman's much-valued aesthetics, something perhaps almost as — if not more — important had been lost: sensation.
It was to ‘sensation’ that the Android found her thoughts turning to, as her electric blue eyes took in the gray world around her with a melancholic disdain.
‘Staggering the amount of things I took for granted back when I was just flesh & bone…’ CXVII processed within the silence of her own mind, ‘a rich, beautiful, intelligent, sociable, elegant, fashionable normal girl.’
‘Why are you just standing there, looking out at the run-down scenery?’Chimed in a robotic voice, ‘In case you forgot, you’ve plenty of directives to carry out.’
Up in the corner of her vision, a hologram of a rather angry-looking chibi droid with red hair began to flick between two frames of crossed arms and feet tapping. CXVII rolled her eyes, right hand’s splayed-out fingers reaching up to comb back the voluminous cascade of her golden mane. The clacking of her vermillion heels beginning to echo through the run-down streets.
“I’m well aware of my duties, Fyer.” CXVII verbally vocalized her response.
‘You were just standing around.’ Criticized her virtual companion.
“I was tactically scanning the area.”
‘I have access to your data stream, Seven. I know what transistors are and aren’t firing in meat/metal hybrid processor of yours.’
“Look, what does it matter? My mission success rate is high enough that I don’t need your AI babysitting anymore. All I have to do is find this ‘Reportist’ and deal with him, right? Why have you even been uploaded for something so menial?”
‘Reporter.’ Corrected, the AI, ‘and that is part of the reason. Your neural-mechanical BIOS is still damaged from your last ‘successful’ mission.’ Sassed the AI, emphasizing the word ‘successful’ with as much venom as it could.
Slightly below her wrist, a panel slid into hiding. Out of it shot a green lollipop, which the girl promptly began nursing. The sweetness a respite from the bitter resentment towards Fyer.
Samantha wandered a little longer through the rundown slums of Cress — it was here that her target had been last spotted; a young, blonde reporter — a private investigator who had begun to ask the wrong kind of questions regarding her family’s enterprise — Sigma Corp. As such, Samantha was set to ‘deal’ with him. Allegedly he had been investigating something else around these parts…
Should she have enough faith in the infrastructure of Cress, the woman would’ve instead attempted to tap into security systems to track down her target. As her luck seemed to go lately, there was no such hope for an easy way out. Instead, CXVII was left to go about this the old fashioned way.
She traversed the streets, passing one sorry-looking person after the other, occasionally stopping some that looked like natives for directions. It wasn’t long until she came upon some kids, who seemed to be lounging about and playing with the derelict pavers.
Samantha, feeling the tell-tale signs of rain begin to fall against her cheeks — one of the parts of her form still purely organic — decided to get a move on. She rather not get drenched while on the job. For one, exposure to rain would likely wear out the colors of her heavily customized work ‘uniform’. But, also, she despised the stark contrast in sensation that rain brought; it allowed her to feel exactly where her flesh ended and the metal began.
Her tongue toyed around with the ‘pop while she approached the boy. No words were exchanged — nor was the sudden grab CXVII made for the youngling’s collar telegraphed or warranted. CXVII lifted the boy up so that he was on eye level with her own six-feet height.
The boy and his sister promptly began making a scene, drawing a few weary eyes. However, CXVII’s voice cut sharp above the tantrum thrown.
“Listen up, runt.” she spoke sharply, her cold blue eyes lighting up as an azure ring spun in place of her irises — a sign she was ‘scanning’ them. In reality, she wasn’t; it was just an attempt at intimidation. “I need information, so spill your guts so I don’t have to remove them for you. I’m looking for someone, and you’re going to help me find him.”
The moment at hand, at least, highlighted one positive that came from her loss of touch. She could no longer have the first-party sensation of revulsion that came with touching the filth of lower class. Her heels also had no sensation; as such, CXVII didn't hesitate to press it up against the chest of the girl — whom had begun to try and pry her brother away — and kick her a few feet back. |
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 22, 2017 2:47:06 GMT
The sporadic drops of rain that fell from the sky soon became more frequent. It was foreboding to Pakcho and he did not cast his gaze towards the dreary sky. Instead, his eyes were affixed on the derelict building with its wide canopy. Even as the breeze whipped into a wind, it seemed the best place to wait out the oncoming storm. He imagined crossing the street and resting upon its weathered stone stairs. It would be a welcome reprieve, a momentary pause in this reflective walk. That, however, would not come to fruition as a mixture of childish howls rang in his ears. He had almost taken his first long stride towards the building ahead of him, but he paused. The memory of the brother and sister flashed just as a lightning bolt arced across the darkening sky. He pivoted immediately and broke into a sprint. His subconscious played a horror reel of the depravity he was subjected to as a child in this place. The steady thump of his heart increased and anxiety filled the halfling as he finally rounded the corner. His eyes widened as he just caught sight of the small girl tumbling haphazardly into the battered stoop. The hairs on his neck stood at attention as he watched the girl’s brother clenched by his collar struggle against his captor. The rain fell harder for those brief moments. Though the air around them may have been chilled and thick with moisture, a fury began to burn in Pakcho’s gut. He had been those children only a decade ago. Had this bizarrely clad femme chosen a beggar or a junkie, some semblance of reason may have yet remained with Pakcho. But assaulting a child? It was unforgivable. “ PUT HIM DOWN!” he yelled. His voice was thick with emotion and his anger was apparent. The crumpled version of Pakcho that had shuffled down broken sidewalk was gone. His shoulders were pulled back and he stood erect, seething with rage. “ Put him down and leave them alone,” he said again. His tone was direct, aggressive, yet laced still with something more. Every muscle of his being was taut. Pakcho’s torso seemed to strain against his blue tank-top. His large fists had curled into tightened wads of flesh. He could do nothing more for now, other than hope this woman would listen.
[PAKCHO] [LVL. 1]
[OOC: All good!]
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35 POSTS // DATA
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Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 22, 2017 3:12:33 GMT
Samantha’s facial expression quickly sagged — souring from her cocky smirk into something full of displeasure and annoyance.
‘Annnd now you’ve’ done it!’ Chimed in Fyer, beginning to ramble on about how there were varying degrees of success, and how CXVII’s disregard for discretion had brought about some unnecessary conflict.
Most of that simply washed over the girl, gone completely unheeded.
Instead, the woman tilted her head. From over her shoulder, she peaked at the approaching commotion; the electric blue eyes focused on the newcomer — a loud, belligerent, stranger whose ability to chime in as an unwanted guest was only rivaled by his good looks.
“Darling,”Chimed in the Android, whose retinal implants promptly began to kick into gear, scanning him as they gathered information, “If you’re volunteering information then I’ll be with you in just a moment.”
The pompous, aloof girl’s tone came across with an accent fit only for the most self-assured aristocrats. Her lips pursed, as a smile began to tug on its delicate corners, “Keep the brooding look though — the bad boy look suits you well~” Her voice trailed off in a sing-songy tone, which was held as her focus re-adjusted to the boy.
“Where was I?” she wondered, “Oh, yes — information. Now. I bet a runt like you would know all about who I’m looking for; you look like you live on the streets, I’m sure you’ve seen this man about.”
Almost completely ignoring the seething hybrid, CXVII went about her business, soon projecting a hologram of her target with the palm of her free hand. However, her facade of disregard was only that — a facade. CXVII was well aware that someone hovering around these parts was likely to jump at violence with little provocation... If she had the misfortune to come across a malcontent with a strong moral compass than a confrontation was likely unavoidable at this point. However, she was playing on the possibility that this was simply someone spewing hot air; a pup who didn't have the bite to back the bark.
♦CXVII Scans Pakcho
♦CXVII plays his presence off and continues about her original behavior.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 22, 2017 3:51:53 GMT
Her words washed over him like the rain which wound down his face in two separate streams. The relative aloofness she displayed only enraged him further. The storm which had preoccupied his thoughts now seemed far gone though it raged around them. The wind tore at the loose white trousers he wore. His clothing was soaked. Even his usual perky blonde hair was matted to his skull. The weather did little to placate him. He clenched his teeth, showing them in ancient gesture of intimidation. The ire that had been passed down to him from his father began to drive him past the point of no return.
“I SAID,” he roared over the sudden clap of thunder from the darkened heavens. His power level suddenly fluctuated violently from one to a random number in the hundreds. His right foot, clad in a worn hide moccasin, lurched forward and quickly sunk nearly three inches into the sidewalk. The concrete split and burst outwards from the small crater his foot created as he shouted above the din, “PUT HIM DOWN!”
With this last utterance, his power level sunk back down to one. He exhaled deeply, seemingly trying to settle himself. Yet, how could he? What kind of person extorts a child? Pakcho was a man of many hard edges but the surest way to incite him was to bully and intimidate his own people’s youth. Their die had already been cast. Few would leave these slums in anything but a casket with nothing to show for their short and miserable lives.
If she won’t… He shuddered to think of the consequence. The preservation of the youth’s lives was in the forefront of his mind. If she didn’t his hand would be forced. He could not stand idly by for much longer. Pakcho was strong, but even he could not resist his genetic predisposition to seek conflict.
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
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1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 22, 2017 5:20:01 GMT
Siegman’s grip simply disengaged; the child fell to the floor as per gravity’s wishes and a stranger’s demands.
Sure, she had a mission to complete. Sure, she had just let go a good lead… But something more interesting had caught her attention: the power spike from the stranger. His Ki registered as that of a hybrid. To him — fully —the ‘lady’ would turn; her arms sat akimbo at her sides, delicate half-gloved hands holding at her hips. The bully bot’s expression sharpened towards the bad boy dishing out demands.
Eyes narrowed. Brow lightly furrowed.
“Now, now — I know that bad boys are no good, and that good boys are no fun… But raising your voice to a stranger without even telling them your name…?” Her eyes slowly traced the the firm footprint he had pressed into the ground, “AND destroying infrastructure? That hardly falls into either category — it’s just rude.”
Strangely enough, her tone and word choice had been woven as to imply as though he was somehow in the wrong in this situation.
The green lollipop that had been precariously sitting at the corner of her mouth — occasionally tossed to the other side between lapses in speech, was finally withdrawn completely as CXVII’s left hand wandered up and snatched it from her lips.
“Haven’t you ever learned how to talk to a lady?” Like a metronome, the glossy green candy was swung from left, to right, ticking with every other syllable. With that sentence done, the green sweet was slowly placed back into her mouth, as the Android’s features sharpened further; face scrunching until her eye-shield shades flashed into position over her eyes.
There was a brief pause from her end. Silence bred between the two of them; a chilly, sweeping gale from the tumultuous atmosphere washed over the immediate scene, serving only to add a ‘western stand-off’ spice that Samantha secretly adored. Somewhere within her, synapses and transistors fired in excitement — a lifetime of pent-up fantasied being realized!
Acting as though this was some sort of universal, unspoken rule, Seven poised herself to ‘draw’.
CXVII’s wired reflexes lit-up at the very next flash of thunder. The split second the dreary world around them came to life, so too did a glistening azure light in her eyes; the thunder a surrogate ‘chime of high noon’.
To CXVII that meant .//DRAW!
From the electric-blue gaze that had been locked on the ‘hero’, a spark gave birth to a flashing beam. A bright blue stream no thicker than her irises shot towards the man. Specifically, towards his left thigh. What better way to teach a man a lesson than to incapacitate him before slapping him around a bit?
Homing, Super [Sp. Energy] Search & Destroy fired 'suddenly' at the man's left thigh.
Twin Core Transformation: +10
Super Sp. Energy (+90) + Twin cores (+11) = 101 Ki fired at Pakcho Stamina 5/5 → 0/5
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 22, 2017 21:23:51 GMT
He watched her casually discard the boy. Landing on his rump, his arms and legs frantically flailed at the ground, desperately trying to put distance between himself and his subduer. The youth soon scrambled to his feet and hurriedly moved towards his sister who still lay whimpering on the broken stoop. Clutching on to her with her feeble arms, he pulled her to her feet and they scampered indoors and would most likely spend the majority of their free time inside from now on. Had she done this the first time Pakcho asked, his fury may have been sated. Her jibes fell upon deaf ears. Pakcho’s seriousness was all too apparent as he said nothing while she joked nonchalantly. His torso tilted forward as his hips sunk backwards into a comfortable stance. He snorted after her latest quip. She doesn’t know jack shit about manners. Pakcho was readying himself. He had seen enough beaking from opponents on the circuit to know what usually occurs after they stop talking. An ominous pause ensued. Pakcho watched, he knew something was coming. The lightning blazed across the sky and suddenly a pair of thin blue beams lanced out from her eyes towards him. Pakcho was fast and was almost always the quickest fighter in any scrap he’d ever been in. Would she prove different? He leapt up into the air before the beams would reach him, using his ki to propel him upwards. He watched in amazement as the blue beams cut at a near ninety degree angle to follow him. Won’t be ducking these.
He continued to fly upwards with both of his hands thrust above him in the air, beckoning to the storm above. A glowing ball of red ki materialized, crackling with the same raw emotion that Pakcho had displayed earlier. The beams raced towards him, he couldn’t wait any longer. In one swift motion he pulled his arms down, the crimson orb followed, and he extended his open hands toward the advancing azure rays. A continuous stream of red energy met the woman’s offensive. The colors intertwined themselves into a pulsating sphere of lavender ki at the median point between halfing and android. A moment passed and another clap of thunder roared, seeming almost distant. The vibrant sphere of energy exploded with enough concussive force to throw Pakcho tumbling towards the ground. He salvaged the landing, his fists sinking into the hard pavement along with his feet. Gathering himself he stood up. His gaze was again fixed on his opponent. He pressed his right index finger to his temple, trying to sense this woman’s ki. She was strong, just as strong as he was but he couldn’t pick up anything. Then he realized it. Not living.
He had seen them before, had even traded blows with a few of them on the measly fighting circuits in Cress. She was an android. He had never been around them long enough to formulate a real opinion about them. Pakcho wasn’t the spiritual type. If they were all like this one though, he’d come to a conclusion on them as a species soon enough. “ I can’t believe I thought you’d listen to me in the first place. Empathy must be a struggle when you don’t possess the circuitry for it.” He took a deep breath, it was the first of several. Pakcho hadn’t realized how much he had to put into his attack just to make sure hers didn’t obliterate him. “ I guess they didn’t see fit to upload you a moral compass.” Most of his fury was drained away. Those children had fled to safety for now. His life was still on the line, but he had grappled with that dilemma since his birth. “ But I suppose I wouldn’t want my hammer to be morally opposed to hitting a nail either, but assaulting children? Disgraceful.” A subtle dig. He found a roundabout way to label her a tool. Weren’t all manmade creations that? Constructed to serve a purpose? Philosophy wasn’t his strong suit. Usually he just went for a walk to figure out tough questions. That coping mechanism hadn’t served him very well this time.
Pakcho fires Heaven's Wrath to counter Search & Destroy Pakcho uses Ki Sense on 7, can sense nothing.
[SUPER] Energy - Heaven's Wrath (100) + (1) Level = 101 Ki Stamina 5/5 → 0/5 |
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Noxa // OOC NAME
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1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 23, 2017 0:10:42 GMT
As any half-bit pretentious rich individual would come to admit, staring at art was half the social exchange when it came to high-class gatherings… But the intertwining of their ki formed one of the most breathtaking sights CXVII had the pleasure of witnessing; even its climax — whose intensity was enough to cause the Android to skid back an inch — was reached with a beautiful shower of sparkling dust akin to that of a firework. The dust shimmered, shifting between lavender, scarlet, azure, and all shades in between.
The sight had caused the girl to hold her breath, which was released just as a sheet of rain fell, making the heavy clouds good on their promise. The rain came with a sudden force that she hadn’t much expected; beginning with the intensity of a monsoon that had been raging for a long while.
It was a good thing that her eye-shields had already been engaged; heavy rain in her eyes would’ve surely been an annoyance to deal with… Although the steam that hissed as rain met the searing surface of the eye-shields surely another annoyance altogether — the heat gained from her blast having phased through the nano-coated tempered glass’ panels would diminish eventually.
With all the time in the world, her eyes slowly traced to where the boy managed to get his bearings after a near crash. Just as slowly, her head too adjusted to face him completely. She studied him for a few moments; she recognized the telltale signs of fatigue — something she now only rarely felt herself… Although a quick glance at her own HUD’s datastream told Samantha that she, herself, was utterly tapped-out.
This guy was strong — there was no way around it; he wasn’t someone she could slap about all willy-nilly. That was… Respectable. Although, she’d have to set some of the things he said straight.
The girl projected her voice, so he’d hear her over the tempestial downpour.
“Whaaat?” Wondered the still-simpering madame, “Meeee? Harm children? I would never!” The girl exclaimed, her hoity-toity attitude leaving her body language in the gray area between sincerity and sarcasm, “I’ll have you know that I was only using an intimidation tactic to get information; hurting defenseless kids would be absolutely awful for my public image…”
'You are so full of it...'
'HUSH!'
One foot in front of the other, Samy approached the Hybrid; her heels’ clacking hardly audible through the weather’s din.
“What’s your name, handsome?” CXVII asked, hands reaching to run her fingers and push the rain-matted mesh of hair out of her field of view, allowing her golden mane to be fully pushed back behind her ears.
No techniques used; Stamina 1/5 Stamina 2/5 (Forgot the rate at which it's gained. Oops!
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 23, 2017 3:37:31 GMT
He rolled his shoulders while his fingers interlocked behind him, stretching the front of his chest. The rush of rainfall ran miniature rivers down his figure. He was bending his neck to the left and right, watching the android approach him through one open eye while listening to the clickety-clack of her high heels. How… ill fitting? The word he sought within his conscious was vain, but perhaps that was too obvious, even for her. Accurate descriptions of the android’s vices could be surmised later. She must’ve drained her reserves as much as he. Pakcho was surprised. He was expecting a follow-up assault. A lull in the storm? How ironic. “ This ain’t your place, is it?” His left arm raised and an open palm gestured towards the horizon of broken buildings and dilapidated hovels. She was probably worth four or five times over several city blocks of Cress, especially the tenements that made up the environment around them. He had deduced that just from observing her figure. Efficient? Sure, he imagined she was, for a machine. But what fabricator of androids spends enough time making their android an absolute knockout. A perverted one maybe. “ I’m Pakcho.” He snorted and spit across his body, his arms crossing. He had assumed the striking image of your typical local in these parts. You couldn’t take the kid from the fight here. Brutish, standoffish – He embodied it. “ You got a name, or just an assigned number? Probably both eh? Well let’s hear it then.” He snorted again, his right thumb quickly scratching the bridge of his nose. Pakcho could play the role of ornery street urchin. There wasn’t much acting to be had, it was what he was. “ And maybe you can explain just what it is you’re doing here.” A hint of accent dragged at the tail end of that statement. Pakcho felt thirteen again. The difference was the game he was playing was a deadlier now than ever before.
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「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 23, 2017 16:09:31 GMT
The narcissism bot continued to walk closer, though there was a large imaginary bubble around the both of them that she didn’t dare trespass — the buffer space between two warriors that served as a mutual area of respect. Five meters. Close enough to examine him without running the risk of catching a surprise blow to the gut.
Her lids lulled lowered; her head tilted just so slightly to the side. Her smirk as prominent as ever, with a stripe of white teeth barely visible between her lips. Cocky attitude still running at 11.
“No.” She spoke, holding a chuckle at bay, “This isn’t my home, Mr. Pakcho. I am here on business — I’m tracking down a…”
For all she knew he could provide valuable information still, so a small twist in the description of her target would go a long way with someone so innately… ’good’
“Wanted crimist.” She decided, “He poses as a reporter — gaining information about people, places, businesses, only to ransack or blackmail them. He has recently been poking around some influential markets; law enforcement of a few East-bound Metropolises asked me to bring him in.”
‘NOT CRIMIST — CRIMINAL!’
“Wanted Criminal.” She corrected herself swiftly, “As for my name --”
‘DO NOT GIVE HIM YOUR REAL NAME; YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LINKING BACK TO--’
“Samantha.”
‘DO NOT GIVE HIM YOUR LAST NAME!’
“Seinfeld.”
Plenty of huffs, puffs, and binary strings worth of curses were exchanged on Fyer’s part; Samantha had only pulled that half-ass cover for her last name to stoke a fire in Fyer's programing — it HAD to be! Nonetheless, it was time for Sammy to get down to business; she straightened her head and worked-out her sassy expressions. With an even visage, with her arms crossed beneath her chest. Pakcho’s street urchin act had been completely bought, meaning CXVII had a few assumptions as to how she could win his favor... Is an appeal to his morality didn't work, maybe a few scarps of zeni would do.
“Well, Mr. Pakcho; you manage to ruin my attempt at extracting information from that boy. Perhaps you can make that lost opportunity up to me and tell me if you’ve seen this man?”
A left hand pulled away from beneath her right arm. With her palm facing skyward, a hologram flickered into life, depicting a young adult with short, smooth blonde hair. Heh had no identifying marks, save for a good deal of freckles splayed over his cheeks.
Stamina 4/5
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 23, 2017 17:18:35 GMT
The rain continued to fall. Huge droplets splashed across his broad shoulders. The sky showed no signs of a reprieve. Some would have sought shelter at this point. Pakcho unceremoniously plopped his backside on the edge of shattered sidewalk. The fervor he had expressed earlier had washed away, much like all things around him. He was visibly relaxed, almost oddly so. It was like the pair hadn’t almost come within a few moments of trying to annihilate each other. Perhaps a truly zealous warrior would’ve pressed her. Pakcho didn’t see the need to rush it. “ I couldn’t give a care about the eastern metropolises, madame.” He delivered the line like he was featured actor in an aged drama. Pausing, he pressed his right fist into his palm. The audible pop-pop of his knuckles cracking broke the silence. “ But if you’re looking for criminals…” Pakcho paused again. Crimists, really? Zeni can’t buy articulation I guess. “ This would be the place for them.” He made a vain attempt to smooth back his sopping wet bangs from his face. He didn’t trust her at all. Was he story believable? Of course it was. Nothing had happened so far that seemed too terribly out of the ordinary for Cress. Pakcho wasn’t going to let his guard down. The list of people Pakcho trusted was just above zero, and this Samantha sure didn’t embody any of the qualities his mother had. The android came closer and projected the image of person in question. He tilted his head, vaguely recognizing the “criminal” she sought. “ New fellow in town, seen him a few days ago. Looked about as out of sorts as you.” His left leg pulled back and he kicked a stone. It rocketed across the street, gaining altitude until it flew through one of the windows in the burnt out apartment building he had spied earlier. Had there been glass in it, there would’ve been a distinct shattering. Pakcho knew everybody in town, but did he know this man? She’d have to figure that out for herself. Maybe she could crunch some numbers on his integrity. “ Will be honest though Ms. Seinfeld, won’t get much from me trying to make me feel guilty about that.” He was referring to the incident with the children. “ You’d do better to use a bit more honey than vinegar, if you catch my drift.” Hopefully, there was idiom support in his language processor. Do you think they have a whole system for language? His inner monologue was running wild. Pakcho didn’t really know how androids worked. There could be a whole trove of hamsters on wheels in there for all he knew.
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 24, 2017 1:53:51 GMT
The moment Pakcho decided to sweep back his bangs there was the distinct snapping sound of a camera shutter closing.
‘Did you… Did you just take a --’
Through now slightly red-tinted cheeks the girl blurted out, “Profiling!”
‘You are just the worst' Fyer criticized.
‘Shut up! Besides — I was sure I had that feature on silent…’ There was no way she was going to let a moment like that slip through… Was it creepy that she took an unsolicited snapshot of someone because of their looks…? N-no, of course not! When someone of her class did it then it ought to’ve been flattering!
Nonetheless, she felt weird about it. Her head shook in an attempt to dismiss that little event.
“Good, so you’ve seen him!” The girl exclaimed, her voice a little less enthused in comparison to her recent outburst, “That’s all that matters, I suppose; honey isn’t something you’ll need to worry about — I’ll be free any day… But I’ll have you know that I only accept five-star restaurant suggestions. I’m fine paying — though we’re certainly not going out --” Her face turned a fraction of a degree as if to nearly emphasize her surroundings, “-- here.”
This was one of the downsides of being a sentient AI — Fyer had to sit through these painful moments for the sake of logging her partner’s mission. It there was some kind of higher power in this universe then Fyer could only hope they had the dignity to let Fyer short-circuit here and now in the rain.
Samantha’s eye-shields pulled back. Her electric-blue eyes made a point to anchor down onto the boy’s, a tender simper splayed on her lips — that blush from earlier had returned. Her left arm came to rest across her belly, while her right index came to tap against her chin, thumb resting below it.
“I must say, you’re the first person to ask me out so directly...” Her blush intensified, “How confident of you — a low-class, though handsome, being so forward…”
‘I cannot believe this is happening… I honestly wish I was able to purge myself from your system. This is painful.’
CXVII used cringe-worthy misunderstanding!
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 24, 2017 2:35:31 GMT
His ears twitched at the sound.
Did she just… TAKE A PICTURE OF ME?! The thought passed through his conscious at a million miles an hour. Five minutes ago, they had been at each other’s throats, exhausting themselves in an attempt to wipe the other from the face of this new, chaotic Earth. Why would she do that? His answer would come soon enough. To say that there was a crossed wire in terms of communication would be a gross understatement.
He froze.
She rattled off a stream of words that made him blush. It wasn’t what he had intended, not by a long shot. Poor boy, rich woman? She’ll pay?! Mom would kill me… He shook his head. When you’re a momma’s boy, chivalry is never dead. Pakcho could've been half ornery from listening to her make not one, but two affronts to his home. Not that it’s not a slum, but I don’t need reminded. But he was too busy trying to remember what his mother had told him about how to treat women, even though she was an android. It was confusing to say the least.
Snapping back to reality, he suddenly grasped he hadn’t spoken in almost thirty seconds after she had finished describing what their date would be like. Uhh, uhh, don’t say anything mean or it’s back to square one. “Right, of course. Uh, we can hash out details later. Finding this guy’s imperative, right? I’ll show you where I seent him last.” He was nervous. The poor enunciation and the accent, it really started to show.
He popped up from the sidewalk, ready and rearing to go. “Only a few blocks from here. He was talking to a store owner.” One of the only stores still operating in this area. Pakcho was thinking less about whether or not this man was actually guilty, but rather how to handle this… uncomfortable situation that had been thrust upon him. “Not too far. I’ll be your uh, escort there.” Good one dumbass, that’s a bit too nice.
Crazy world, right?
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 24, 2017 3:41:28 GMT
Through the silence that bred between then CXVII’s smile only drew to be more smug and imposing, while her gaze more coquettish. Needless to say, Fyer disapproved of all this; if it were up to her CXVII would’ve been discontinued the second she decided to so much as continue the conversation with this one. After all, he didn’t even seem to have any good info the two of them to go on with!
‘You’re wasting both our time; we have a mission to accomplish, Siegman! Just because you have a spotless track at completing missions doesn’t mean we can afford to relax on this one; we both know that just because you’re the CEO’s kid loss won’t be taken into account lightly — if you so much as a--’
Fyer was cut off abruptly as Pakcho spoke, willingly offering to take CXVII exactly where she needed to go. That only served to evolve the smile into a full-blown grin — though that grin was meant more as an inward slight to the naging AI.
‘I hate you.’ Fyer mumbled, seething a bit as the overwhelmingly smug data stream that was floating through CX’s circuitry.
As for the girl, she took that victory with a grain of salt. Her interests had shifted a bit; she was far more interested in the dashing urchin that would be leashing her around the city. He seemed nervous — good. She enjoyed it when men were on the defensive about as much as when they were on the offensive; it was the middle ground that she had a distaste for.
At the mention of ‘escort’, CXVII could only chuckle. “Well, I had more of a ‘boyfriend’ thing in mind, but if you want to go THAT route… Well, off the books would work well for me.”
‘NOT. WHAT. HE. MEANT.’
‘Oh — that time I was aware.’
‘Ugh!’
From that point on, Between Fyer and CXVII, not a word or thought had been exchanged — at least not while the trio made their way to the shop’s location. CXVII, however, made a point to walk as close to the Hybrid as she could without having him step away — the concept of a warrior’s respectable space clearly a thing of the past at this point.
Either way, CXVII was interesting to see just what Pakcho would be able to show her; she wasn’t expecting to capture this guy just yet — or even today! However, all the info she could gather about him, what he was doing as of now, and where he’d be holed up would prove useful; data gathering was just as important as the operation itself, after all.
Besides, while the Android's waterproof chassis kept her from being more than superficially bothered by the monsoon, she knew that most people simply avoided bad weather altogether. In other words: she doubted he was going anywhere anytime soon.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 24, 2017 4:10:16 GMT
It was going to be a long walk.
The first few dozen steps went without much incident. He was taking her to Djerko’s Market. It was the only honest storefront left in this part of Cress. Pakcho personally knew Djerko. Often Djerko, the owner, had taken pity on many of the local children and fed them with whatever scraps he had left at the end of the week. Pakcho had known him for almost a decade, had even run errands for the human. Odd, a full-blooded human in Cress, but this place took all kinds.
He winced when she discussed the alternate meaning of “escort”. “No, no. I meant, just making sure you get there…not to… nevermind.” Pakcho was reeling. He had talked to women before, but he had been on his heels this entire conversation. This was different. He shook his head quickly, trying to regain his composure.
“The man we’re going to see. It isn’t the man you want, but I saw him, the one you wanted there, at his store. I know this man, this store owner. He will lead us in the right direction, I promise.” Good, talk about business. She’s a business lady right? Rich folks want to get down to business. Pakcho had fought a hundred fights, but keeping one woman preoccupied was his greatest challenge to date.
“Three blocks south, then we’ll take a right.” It was getting late, the rain continued to pour down upon them. “It’s a rough part of town we’ll be going through, but it should be fine.” He hoped. The slums of Cress will just as vicious to their own as they were to outsiders. Pakcho’s relative small-time celebrity status endeared him to many here, but it came with a caveat. Many people envied his success. He was just hoping to avoid those folks.
What would his mother say right now? Good for you Pakcho, doing the honorable thing, escorting a lady. Except his mother didn’t know that this lady had tried to attack him earlier. Nor did she know what this android was capable of. Hell, Pakcho didn’t even know that.
“Should be a breeze, to be honest.” Were they prophetic words? Hardly.
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