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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 19:09:54 GMT -5
Zizzle saw the blue robot shaking the lobster, twisting his arms back, then saw the cannister slip free in all the action. It arced down to the floor and he dived to catch it.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 19:15:48 GMT -5
(This would mean that Crunch has the canister. ;D ) With all the commotion going on the robot knew it was in danger of failure. It send back a signal to Talon in his RV who simply shrugged his arms. "Ah well." He said casually. "I suppose I'll have to proceed with my alternate plan. What a shame to lose a perfectly good robot. And theirs always the risk of someone retrieving its dismantled frame from the ocean, and discovering how much it looks like me,but its a risk I'll have to take." Talon typed in a few new directives into his console, and inside the lighthouse amonst the battle, the robot stood up and turned away from it, walking slowly toward the pump. [dice=6][rand=786249500479563308131805880826442410480924533059955877781844729124]
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 19:29:54 GMT -5
(it got confusing there for a bit!, XD)
Zizzle was now so confused over who the cannister belonged to, he put his hands to his head and tried to reorganise his thoughts. He noticed second blue robot start walking to the pump. He blinked and scooted in front of it. "Hey ... you okay? Unit, are you broken?" The face didn't look the same as the other's, it had a funny tufty bit on its chin.
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 8, 2006 19:32:47 GMT -5
((Sorry for the long absence, calc test on Thursday means less time for RP.))
Amy snapped out of her daze halfway up the stairs of the train station. "Oh, I nearly forgot," she said. "I left all my stuff back on the beach!" That stuff included her apartment keys, which would be a bad thing to double back for or lose.
As she reached the beach, a flash of reflected light caught her eyes. Looking out to one of the smaller islands, she could see several shapes zipping around the top of a lighthouse. She stared out at it, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"Hey... what's going on out there?"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 19:47:50 GMT -5
(HA HA HA. Amy has been daydreaming for the past hour and a half, in the middle of the street. XDDDDD) The cold voice of Dr. Talon crackled over a speaker on the robots belly. "I commend you all for thwarting me thus far. But your futile attempts to wrestle victory from me have failed. In light of said events, I would like to inform you all, that the Emerald Coast, and the portion of Station Square around it is now doomed. At the touch of a button the entire coastline will become a giant oil spill. Buildings will fall and roads will crack. And Now that you have all been egaged there long enough, I'll get to take you all out in one fell swoop. Listen well, fools. I AlexiDimitrov, no DOCTOR TALON have won! I've have reached a safe distance outside the perimiter of the city, and while everything collapses around you, I'll be taking tea with my science committee. And one last thing..." The robot stepped up to the edge of the pump and looked down on the rabble... "I have a message for Eggman, If Metal Sonic's memorey data is ever recovered. Tell that lump that I'm not impressed with him or his creations. I've heard about how time and time again he has been defeated by one blue hedgehog, and in one afternoon, I have defeated a city. HA HA HA! Tell him that his inventions could never equal mine, and that pathetic excuse for SCRAP METAL know as Metal Sonic was the greatest waste of energy he's ever spent. And unless he intends to prove otherwise, I'll be waiting." "And now my friends, ha ha ha, and station square, I bid you all....adieu." A clicking noise was heard and the robot seemignly deactivated, and began falling backwards into the pump. The torso compartment flipped open to reveal a second canister full of a glowing green liquid. And as the robot tipped a faint but growing rumbling was heard from the outside.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 19:57:58 GMT -5
Zizzle didn't quite understand the whole "doom" thing, and tried to grab the robot as it fell, the weight of it nearly pulled his arms out of their sockets and his wings whined with the sudden, extra weight. "Unit, activate your anti-gravity engines, you're too heavy for me!" he shouted, sweat starting to slick his hair. The screen on his patch blinked into life as an automatic warning came up from the Hover Wings. There was not enough energy being donated by the host to sustain the load, system shut down in forty three seconds and counting. Thirty seconds was plenty of time, right? Zizzle yelled as he mentally changed the ratio of energy flow, cutting his time by thirteen seconds, the counter whizzing as the new figure was calculated. The tone of his wings evened out and they lifted a few inches. Something felt like it was popping in Zizzle's shoulder, the metal hands were not even attempting to keep hold, the unit was slipping. "UNIT! ACTIVATE YOUR ENGINES! PLEASE!!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 21:28:29 GMT -5
[dice=6] Metal's eyes glowed intensely, and then, strangely, simply subsided. The word 'anger' couldn't even begin to describe the amount of fury that was building up inside him. Zizzle's attempts at holding the robot, strained as they were, bought enough time that Metal calmly walked over and grabbed it, easily pulling it back with the unicorn's aid. He snatched the cannister from the robot's chest compartment, giving it a look of disgust. Somehow he had seen this coming. He glanced around for the first cannister - nowhere. He assumed that meant the lobster had probably eaten it by now. The rumbling was getting steadily louder, it wouldn't be long before the ground would begin quaking in response to the gravity wells as they charged up. The metallix turned and walked out of the lighthouse silently, cannister still in hand.[rand=5955757360894119354968177602998473869130725259815906911447073158]
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 21:34:59 GMT -5
Zizzle's wings returned to their normal pitch, he landed on the ground and panted. There was no choice, he had to shut down power to them or collapse. Even with the blue unit's help, the robot had been too heavy for his small shoulders. The ground underneath shook with an ever present rumble. A bit of dust fell onto his nose from on high and he wheezed, running out of the door and clinging to the blue unit's leg, frightened by all the noise and confusion.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 21:47:41 GMT -5
Metal came to a halt, looking down at the unicorn holding his leg. "Release me." he said coldly.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 22:12:02 GMT -5
Zizzle just shook his head mutely, eyes tight shut.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 22:17:09 GMT -5
With a tremendous rubmle, the concrete cracked around the Plaza of station square, then the corner next to the beack caved in, and finally the diner ruptured into a disheveled heap. Oil spewed forth from the ground and rained all over the area. The rumbling stopped soon after, but the oil did not. It showered everyone in the area, sure to leave nasty stains on everyone's clothes, and make the beach sands quite unsuitable for sunbathing. The waters were still fairly clear, the sand soaked up most of the oil, but the land immediatley next to it was drenched in a sticky black mess. A wave of mass complaint ushered from the people in the area as cars had to come to a halt, and the area was being evacuated. it was particularly unpleasant considering how many people had gathered for the assembly earlier, and where still around enjoying the coastal scenery. The incidentwould takes weeks to clean up. What a mess!
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 22:20:57 GMT -5
Zizzle clung tighter to Metal Sonic's leg, not understanding what was going on one bit.
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 8, 2006 22:33:51 GMT -5
Amy looked around the now-blackened beach, completely shocked. That was... incredibly fast. And for once, there was no laughing fat man to take the credit. Not yet, anyway. Oil kept spilling out of the holes in the ground, and the hedgehog knew that even though a lot had been spilled already, those holes had to be patched before they could do even more damage. Unfortunately, she had no idea where the cutoff valves were. She ran up to the nearest one on the beach and, in lieu of a better idea, jumped into the hole and started pounding the split pipe shut with her hammer.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 22:35:58 GMT -5
Metal's eyed narrowed and he growled quietly to himself as he suddenly found himself rained upon. Vaguely he thought about what a pain that was going to be to clean off, but somehow, he found himself unable to find the energy to get upset. Why? Why him? He does something good and this was his reward. This sort of thing never happened to Sonic! Not caring about the little unicorn on his leg anymore, Metal just crumbled into a seated position right there, resting his head in his talons.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 22:42:21 GMT -5
After a while, Zizzle sniffled, but didn't dare rub his eye in case he got oil in it. Everything was so strange and new and different. He wasn't sure he liked it. He uncoiled from Metal's leg after a while, then looked up at him. He reached back into the base of his wing unit and popped a hatch, taking out a small orb and a neatly folded cloth that promptly fell out of its folds. He clicked the hatch shut and then held up the orb. A fine spray speckled the oil coating Metal's face and the oil immediately peeled back, like darkness shrinking in the light. Zizzle misted all of Metal's head and then started to wipe his eyes clean. "All dirty," he mumbled, sniffing back tightly, eye streaming.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 23:31:46 GMT -5
Metal blinked, suddenly finding his vision restored as the gunk was wiped away. From the corner of his eye he glanced over at Zizzle. If he was in better spirits he would have been curious about the substance being used. "Why are you still here?" he asked after a moment of silence.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 23:37:10 GMT -5
"Coz you'll set yourself on fire if you light up your feet right now." It was as good an explanation for complicated feelings as Zizzle could come up with. Machines were comforting, the rest of the area was not comforting. He wanted to stay with the machine. The machine was dirty. Better clean the machine. He started to clean out his ears, noting how sharp the spines on the back were. He wondered if the robot also picked up fallen leaves in autumn or litter. He had no concept of war, and thus had no concept of a robot built for aggression.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 9, 2006 0:00:19 GMT -5
His feet? Metal blinked, lifting one of his legs to inspect, before realizing what the boy must have meant. He was probably referring to the jet engine that made up his abdomen - An easy enough mistake to make when watching him in flight. What was with this kid anyway? He was actually being decent to him! It was obvious he was scared out of his wits, why was he showing kindness to what the media constantly painted a terrorist? Well, he couldn't complain, he supposed. The kid was right about setting himself on fire if he tried to take off in his current condition. Suddenly a pang of curiosity hit him, noticing the attachment on his forehead. "That horn is only decoration, is it not?"
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Post by Wez on Feb 9, 2006 0:09:36 GMT -5
"No, don't be silly. I'm a unicorn." Zizzle pulled some swabs from their compartment and tip-toed so he could get the coating of oil out of the delicate grooves of joins. The blue robot was extremely well made, every piece of the chassis fit together beautifully. He didn't have to worry about the insides when the outside was this good.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 9, 2006 0:23:08 GMT -5
"A uni--" he caught himself mid-sentence. Unicorn? A real unicorn? Yeah, sure. He just stared at the horn for a moment, then suddenly lifted a claw and gently poked it, not really caring how rude it probably seemed.
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Post by Wez on Feb 9, 2006 0:27:19 GMT -5
To his claw, it felt hard, but soft in the way that organic things tend to be, covered with an exceptionally fine fuzz. Zizzle had to break off to giggle slightly, rubbing at his horn. "That tickles, quit it!" He worked his nose a bit, as horn tickles run down to your lips (as everyone knows), then started work on Metal's nearest arm, attending to the joints scrupulously.
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Post by L on Feb 9, 2006 0:29:55 GMT -5
He slinked away from the commotion and hid underneath the lighthouse's tower. Looking from left to right, he checked to see if anyone was watching, then swallowed the canister whole. It left an odd tingling sensation inside his gullet.
(Yes. You know where this is going, now don't you? Sorry for the lateness in this. I had an evening class ._.)
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 9, 2006 1:10:23 GMT -5
He couldn't feel the sensations, having no sense of touch, but the metallix still quirked his brow at the odd reaction he'd gotten from the boy. If he wasn't so mentally fatigued he would have probably been more interested.
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Post by Wez on Feb 9, 2006 1:13:37 GMT -5
It wasn't until Metal Sonic was spotless from head to foot that Zizzle sat back, then unclipped his wing pack. The comforting, familiar weight dropped off his back and there was an almost inaudible whine as it powered down completely, having been removed from its host. He started to clean it with the same care and diligence he'd cleaned the robot with. "You're pointy, blue unit. Do you have a name?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 9, 2006 1:25:21 GMT -5
Again, another small piece of his curiosity twitched back to life. Not only was this kid supposedly a mythological creature not acknowledged by science, he... really didn't seem to be afraid of him? Or even know who he was...? "I am Metal Sonic," he answered slowly. "But I would prefer just Metal."
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Post by Wez on Feb 9, 2006 1:37:09 GMT -5
"Okay, Metal. My name's Zizshem Uershay, but everyone just calls me Zizzle." He popped open the hatch in the wing unit and stuffed the now filthy rag into the cleaning compartment, sealing it down tight. He stowed the sphere back in its harness and takes out a pink one and a new cloth, spraying himself and wiping himself clean. If only it were so easy for the town.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 10, 2006 15:34:27 GMT -5
Rolling around at the speed of sound, Sonic had places to go. He had just arrived in Station Square and already things were popping. Dodging in and out of cars and zipping around corners, he saw Amy up ahead slamming on an oil line with her hammer. Sonic swept in and swooped her up just as the pipeline exploded. Racing around, and up the side of a building he caught sight of Metal Sonic down below. With a flip over the edge and onto the rooftop, Sonic gently set Amy down and surveyed the scene. "Eggman." he thought to himself.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 10, 2006 20:01:04 GMT -5
If breath was physically possible, Metal would have let out a long drawn out sigh as he pulled himself to his feet. He looked over himself quickly for any traces of oil still on him. Nothing, - whatever Zizzle had used was pretty good. As the unicorn started cleaning himself off he took the time to gaze out over Station Square, his eyes dimming slightly over the mess.
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Post by Shiny Unicorn Music on Feb 10, 2006 22:01:37 GMT -5
"SONIC!" All other troubles were instantly forgotten as Amy gave Sonic a rib-cracking hug. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here!"
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Post by Sora on Feb 12, 2006 0:58:24 GMT -5
Sonic started to push Amy off of him, and with a look of slight displeasure on his face he said, "OK OK, cut that out! You almost got yourself hurt there!" Free now from Amy's grip, Sonic took another look in the direction of Metal, and with a smug grin he said, "Eggman must be behind this one... heh... This could be fun!" Darting off the building, Sonic headed straight for Metal, stopping about 10 feet in front of him. He then noticed Zizzle, who was busy cleaning oil off of himself. He looked back at Metal and said "What's up Metal? Another one of Eggman's plots to take over the world? And who's your friend there?"
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