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 Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 10:07 pm
(( Yo! ))
[hold]
Alexandria peered around Wuneye at the stamp in his hand.
"Your...creator? You were built?"
She blinked, as she had clearly missed some vital information ages ago, and wasn't a spark who could just tell .
"Why would he be after you now?"
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 9:44 am
{hanger/ship interior}
he nodded his thanks to wuneye following his directions across the gangplank. he took the first set of stairs that he could find that lead him deeper into the ship, after a few dead ends and locked doors he decided to let his nose lead the way. he found the smell of cooking stew drawing him from across the ship. "please to excuse but I had smelled something voonderval(wonderful)" he found himself in the kitchen looking over all the hanging pots and beautiful smells.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:58 pm
((Martha is back! Yay!))
[hanger (I think Martha is still there...)]
The dark elf opened her eyes once again. The noise from the clanks must have woken her up.
"What a strange dream", she groaned. "That strange sensation... Then a nearly nude man... I must stop wandering everywhere. It is going to soil my lovely clothes anyway."
Martha climbed out of the auto-gyro, oblivious to what was happening around her.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:57 pm
~hold~
"So the pressing news is just that your creator is somewhere on Cog Island? Is that all? For a moment it seemed like there was something worth being concerned about, but apparently I was mistaken."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 10:18 pm
[ hold]
Alexandria looked at Sylvian coolly for a moment,
"I'm sure the news is rather pressing for Mr.Wuneye at least."
She said softly, running a hand across her unruly hair
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 2:19 pm
Dominik, a gloomy looking man walks on board the ship. The fact that he is hunched over a briefcase only makes him appear suspicious, despite the fact that he actually does not intend to do any harm. After making his unpleasant entrance, he proceeds to wander amongst the ship.
(Please do not bombard me with insults if I am doing this wrong.)
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 3:51 pm
~ hold ~
"That, of course, is Wuneye's business. But that incompetent boob blamed his parts and materials for his own lack of artistic flair and threw it all out the window. If you want to get technical about it, Wuneye belongs to me now by right of salvage."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 8:30 am
(we are in the repair dock right now, but you are welcome to come aboard Professor P)
[hold]
"Aye, Wuneye does ow a great deal to Miss Sparky. She fixed me up and did something to me brains that let me organize a few things. or rather had them forcefully organized by my former self. You see, Wuneye is a construct. Me once was a valiant knight." Wuneye says with a touch of pride. "I was a great warrior, Wuneye the Red. After a long carrier, I Fell in battle. A death be fitting a warrior, but after a many years, Me grave was desecrated and me body was taken to be reanimated into this hulkin' frame as a body guard for me old master. But the man wasn't quite right , as all sparkys are(beggin your pardon m'lady) and he didnt get me brains started right and Wuneye was rather stupid. I am better now, but not at the level i once was. I was tied to a balloon and sent adrift as a failed experiment. I'd have rather stayed in me grave for all that trouble 'till Capn' Fly-Man found me."
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The clanks stripped down the framework of the second gen bot. removing the memory center, they replaced it into a newer looking body. after a moment the clank trembled and straightened up. it moved to the Key and backed itself into the cubby, and plugged into the contraption.
"The Man in question is rather upset at having his skill being slandered by Mistress' greater skill. He and his servant are coming here to pay a visit. They were making preparations, which leads one to believe that they will bring trouble." The clank had a musical sounding voice similar to the other clanks, but it spoke a note slower, and an octave deeper.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:58 pm
((Hullo!))
[On a small balloon, Valiant Bastion, approaching Cog Island]
Nick gazed through a small porthole as the hot-air balloon he was in, Valiant Bastion, approached Cog Island. Even Nick, whose eyes had seen many a marvel, was impressed.
Slowly, and without much precision--"Valiant Bastion my crapper," thought Nick morosely--the dirty little ship floated into a vacant spot.
Several mechanical men scrambled to tie the Valiant to the docks, while others pulled a rudimentary bridge for the passengers.
Nick gathered his luggage--two hefty bags and a suitcase, all full of guns, canned explosions, and vials of venom--and slowly made his way into the city proper. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ticket for yet another airship, this one called Khaos, or perhaps The Khaos.
Nick snagged a passing Clank and inquired, "'Ey! You ken The Khaos? Would 'ee kindly point me in the direction to the honey?"
The Clank nodded, servos wheezing, and pointed over to its left: "Aye, She's in t'repair bays, sir, not far off in that d'rection."
Nick gave a much un-acknowledged thanks and hurried off towards the ship, eager to be ridden of his cargo.
((Off-line))
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 8:19 pm
((Psst, Nick, the Khaos is no longer docked on the Anachronism. It's at Cog Island now. ))
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 8:22 pm
Mylian ((Psst, Nick, the Khaos is no longer docked on the Anachronism. It's at Cog Island now. )) ((Oh, oops. I'm getting off, but I'll correct it right quick))
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 10:25 pm
[hold]
Alexandria nodded stiffly at the clank, who had found a new voice at last, and was troubled by his news.
"I guess we should..muster...the troupes..." She guessed, having no experience at all in the field.
She turned to the clank and eyes it for a second before speaking again.
"Do you have a name Mr.Clank?"
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 6:50 pm
~ hold ~
"Muster nothing. The clank said he's only interested in me, and if the fool really wants trouble with me then I've got plenty to spare."
She doesn't bother turning, she simply speaks out sharply, "Tris! Naught! You will attend me until further notice!"
Immediately, the two clanks are flanking her at the position of servants, Tris behind her to the right and Naught behind her to the left. It's rather disturbing in Naught's case that a giant behemoth of random parts can move so silently.
And now she turns to them. "If I should sleep you two are not to let Million out of your sight."
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 10:08 pm
[hold]
Alexandria nodded uncertainly,
"Who is Million?"
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 8:09 am
(I think I will join in, despite how I have no idea as to what I am doing.)
After spending an extended time wandering around like a complete idiot, Dominik finally gathers the courage to go down to the hanger, where he assumes that he is unwelcome. He stands there, still clutching his briefcase waiting for somebody to notice him, being afraid of shouting at people who he is unfamiliar with.
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