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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:30 pm
Keel Stared at this "Tin Man" For a bit, observing his features. He remained silent for a bit, tilting his head form side to side.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:31 pm
 'You look like you're contemplating asking him out on a date.'
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:34 pm
 "That's MY tinman. Careful what you say about him."
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:39 pm
Keel looked over at Kat and Evangeline. "Oh, no. I'm just trying to figure out whether he's a Mecha or not. However, I don't think he's a Mecha.... Because My scanner isn't picking anything up on him.... This affirms, my suspicions that I'm alone, though..."
He looked up and placed a finger to his chin. "......"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:41 pm
'Another loony for the collection, I see.'
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:44 pm
... I'm not the tin man here. Seems you are now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:47 pm
'You're both tin men, as far as I'm concerned,' Evangeline shrugged.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:47 pm
"Loony? I beg your pardon? I'm no where near loony."
Keel made a huffing sound and crossed his arms. "I'm rather not be called Tin man though. It's Degrading. I do have a sense of pride." He kept is cold gaze sweeping around, watching everyone.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:49 pm
Pride? Were you ever human?
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:55 pm
Keel tilted his head. "Hmm.. As far as i can figure, Never. I do have a Personality programmed into me, I'm guessing something my creator made. But... Since my last System Restore, I have no memories of who made m y AI, my core. Almost everything was deleted, except for things necessary for function and interaction. And My AI, of course."
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:07 pm
Then don't speak to me of pride, you soulless scrap of metal.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:10 pm
He didn't flinch at the words, But it none the less made his head jerk towards Vault. "...." Finding no words, He simply kept his arms crossed and lowered his head, staring at his boots, which were still on.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:20 pm
"I think you hurt the walking trash can." Kat smiled, almost laughing. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head and waving.
"Tired. Night all." She then phased, vanishing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:21 pm
That's just too bad. I was expecting more from a robot. The arena could use a good scrap.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:33 pm
"Oh, I'm no fighter. I prefer racing." He lifted a foot. 'Grav boots. I've used these for a long time. Mostly to skate."
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