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| [F] In the Workshop; of a Madman | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 9 2009, 05:36 AM (130 Views) | |
Avernale 
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Oct 9 2009, 05:36 AM Post #1 |
Super-Wasted on Life
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Amber wandered the corridors of the base. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand. The dik-dik had shed some tears, but she hadn't cried as hard as she thought she was going to. There was a small excess of negative ions where she punched a wall a few feet back, and her emotional tension had ebbed somewhat since. She didn't feel like crying anymore, but she felt like an idiot for storming out like that. She considered heading back, but it was too soon. There was still some calming down to do. Amber wasn't wandering particularly randomly. Following the conduits helped her feel at ease. She could feel the electricity flow through them like water. Thought not nearly as powerful as the mighty currents of Adalca, it did remind her of home. The heavy thrumming and crackling of those magnetic walls was like a comforting lullaby, like the crashing of ocean waves, even if she never noticed how omnipresent it was until she left. The outside world seemed so quiet with its absence that it was almost eerie. She stopped and put a hand against the wall. Gently, as if she might fall through it otherwise. She closed her eyes, focusing on the current. She could feel the pulse of the base. It took more concentration than back at home, but it was there. She felt a certain longing, to pass through the wall and get closer to the conduit just so it would feel that much stronger. She wanted to go home so badly, but there was no going back without the Chaos Emeralds. There'd be nothing to go back to. Turning away from the wall, she discover an open elevator close by. Her curiosity got the better of her and she stepped into it. A floor downward, she found herself in the massive workshop. It was a huge hall, easily enough space for the projects of a dozen or so engineering teams, all for the extravagant experiments of a single mad genius. She walked down an aisle of workbenches, wondering at the machinations of evil science. 'So, this is what electronics look like without the Lightning Rune...' The sound of blaster fire caught her attention. She discovered Truff not to far away, wearing a mechanical gauntlet of some kind and scorch marks on a nearby wall. Seeing the rabbit unknowingly display it in such a way reminded her of a phrase she heard once. The language was of a by-gone era, but it seemed clever quip just the same. "I love the Power Glove," she said, leaning against a vacant work bench. "It's so bad." |
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Oct 10 2009, 07:24 AM Post #2 |
Believe in me who believes in you!
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In an instant, the blurred tunnel vision left the rabbit and turned to the small antelope, the glove still on his hand. It extended along the outside of his forearm, curving in casually toward the wrist, where it fully enveloped his hand. "It might be now, but just wait until I upgrade this thing further," he said, winking involuntarily. His wink worried him slightly, but it passed as one of many anxieties he had from time to time do. Truff collapsed on one of the deflated stools worn down by Robotnik's rear, thinking for a split second that it was warm. The stool actually sent chills down his legs; it was ice cold. From his post-trance qualms came his attentive eye, onto those of Amber. They were a casual brown, like those of most people in the world, but their rims gave off the slight redness of active tear ducts. "Why were you crying?" he asked simply, his voice soft, his ears down to his butt, his cream-white ball of fluff he called a tail shifting slightly with its insignificant twitch. He absentmindedly grabbed at the chain wrapped tightly in its clip, his Mechagauntlet reacting more perfectly than he could have hoped, gentle enough to hug a kitten by strong enough to possibly break through concrete, or steel, if need be. |
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| Xion | Oct 10 2009, 07:41 AM Post #3 |
Master of Genesis Sonic Games
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Mecha Sonic was still wandering the base. He was trying to build a map in his head, but for some reason, he was distracted by simply wondering where he was. He wanted to go to Angel Island, but.... he ended up... wherever he was now. At least he was upgraded. And that also was a question in his head, who upgraded him? And to what ends? He simply wandered the halls, passing the door to the workshop. Those who looked out the door would notice him. Suddenly, he noticed a sign, displaying the exit. He headed for it, leaving the building completely. Edited by Xion, Oct 12 2009, 02:37 AM.
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Avernale
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Oct 12 2009, 06:15 AM Post #4 |
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Amber seemed surprised when Truff asked her why she was crying. She hadn't thought she cried that hard, but biology wasn't her field of expertise. Slightly ashamed, she glanced away from Truff, looking at a half-finished robot head on the work bench next to her. She didn't really want to answer his question, though she understood talking about it might make her feel better. "It's nothing," Amber said. She glanced up for a moment, her eyes drifting down to the mechagauntlet. "I mean, it's not nothing. It's personal." Her fingers scratched at the work bench's metal surface, causing a few incidental electric sparks. "It's my responsibility and I have to fix it. That's all there is to it." She looked back up at Truff's face again. "It's just that's a big responsibility, and watching Angel Island fall suddenly made it so real. Have you ever been hit with something that heavy? I mean, emotionally." She rubs her arm as if suddenly cold. "Not an actual island, but it feels pretty damn close." |
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Oct 12 2009, 06:22 AM Post #5 |
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Truff's face slanted sideways into a pose most fitting the awkwardness and regret of the situation. "N... Not really. I feel really bad saying that!" he said, trying to brighten up the mood with a large smile. Even a hardcase could have a good time every now and then. "I do know what it's like to not have anyone there to help, though." His face more serious as his ears perked slightly. He thought he saw a blur pass the doorway, making a double-take before dismissing it as a shadow. "Sometimes you just have to either take your friends--or make friends--and lean on them. I've squelched--they would kill me if I used that word around them!--off of my friends a lot. Nobody can carry the entire weight of the world!" Edited by Fission, Oct 13 2009, 02:25 AM.
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Avernale
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Oct 13 2009, 03:51 AM Post #6 |
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"I suppose your right," Amber said, her expression brightening to an awkward smile. "It is an awful lot of weight, and I wouldn't mind someone else helping me shoulder the burden. But I can't ask someone else to bear the weight of my sins, and I don't think there's anyone I trust enough to say what they are." She looked away for a moment of reflection. "The means to my ends, though... I think I can share that. I need the Chaos Emeralds. They're the only means I know of to save my homeland." |
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Oct 13 2009, 04:30 AM Post #7 |
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The rabbit shook his head in a combination of disbelief and utter expectancy. "There's only seven of them, y'know?" he said rhetorically, lifting off the stool with the gauntlet: it carried most of his weight as his ass hovered an inch above his seat. "Saving your homeland is tough business. Couldn't care less about mine, sadly," Truff said, staring past Amber as he recalled his nostalgically short years at "home." Labor, beatings, schooling, ritual, sleep, then labor, beatings, and so on: his early years had not been happy ones compared to the years afterward. GUN had changed his entire outlook with just a simple display of technology. However, he did feel a bit of empathy towards the antelope. At one point his pride for his homeland was unmatched; his family and tribe were proud at heart. The thought that they were brainwashing him as parents always do to their children itched at the back of his mind, but he dismissed it, though recognizing how true it was. "I'm sure that idiot madman has one... and I wouldn't doubt it if that evil robot thing has one too. Everyone can benefit from saving the world, I guess!" |
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Oct 13 2009, 05:12 AM Post #8 |
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"Wow, great," Amber replied. Her tone was meant to be cheerful, but there was a certain hesitation that suggested she was hiding something. She made no secret that she was, of course. Still, she was thinking, 'If you knew what I did, would you really still help me?' Well, the only solution for that was to endear herself enough that it ultimately wouldn't matter. Either way, changing the subject would be nice. Amber picked up the half-finished head in a Shakespearean manner. "You know, we don't have electronic components this small where I come from. Too much electricity, ironically. It would blow out all the circuits." |
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Oct 13 2009, 05:26 AM Post #9 |
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His eyes widened, and something clicked, his brain reconfiguring into engineering mode. The small motes of light, that slightest "tjjk" sound, how his hair all seemed to focus toward this girl, this dik-dik. "You...?" he tried to form the correct words as the higher, uncontrolled realization trickled down to his conscious mind. "You... electricity... right?" he managed to blurt out. Now that he paid more attention, he had noticed some weird things in the hospital ward, and his hair was more frizzy than normal, all leading in the same direction. As he focused even more, he could feel the glove on his hand and the stool beneath him drawn toward her slightly, twitching inexplicably, vibrating with an unnatural frequency. |
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Avernale
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Oct 13 2009, 05:55 AM Post #10 |
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Amber blinked. "Um, yeah." Her hands were full, so she just had electricity arc up her horns like a pair of Tesla coils. "I'm a lightning mage. I thought I mentioned that earlier." That was sort of true, as she had counted a lightning mage amongst their numbers back in the medical bay after Metal Sonic mark VII made his announcement, although she hadn't specified who it was. She hadn't notice before, but Truff's fur was standing on end, not out but all in a specific direction. It also came to her attention that the smaller metallic materials had shifted towards her, especially the hanging ones. She set down the robot head and her grav scooter, then focused on dialing down her static charge. Soon enough, things were feeling decidedly less paranormal. "I guess I get static build up when I experience strong emotions," Amber said, referencing her previously sad feelings. She awkwardly scratched the back of her head. "It didn't make much of a difference back home." |
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