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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 9:39 pm
Necrofarious was struck silent for the moment- a state he was obviously used to. When it came to the suggestion of fixing the fox, the beast dipped its head somewhat in agreement. Yes, that would truly help. He'd be grateful. The zoid seemed to believe that he should be seen as well, for the cockpit door hissed open. The man inside jerked slightly, instinctively trying to press himself into a corner. That was when he found the Grun.
The pink and yellow mini-zoid grunted gruffly at him, nudging between his legs irritably. How dare he run into it like that! Running a scan on its owner, the Grun V decided that the man was very much frightened and fidgety. For this, the lizard shoved its bulk out of the cockpit first and made its way up the fox's forehead. There it waited. It would be an escort.
Well, it seemed like all of his machines were against him today, didn't it? Finally wrapping his pale hands up around the sides of the cockpit, Necrofarious pulled himself out into the open air of the plain. He might as well come look at the damage with her, and pay her if he needed to. Sickly pale skin, pink eyes... that goddamn tattoo. He certainly wasn't considered normal by society's standards, and he made sure to approach tentatively at first. "P...please, go ahead...Anything will help." The man swallowed somewhat, trying to force some strength behind his voice. "I'm Necrofarious...thank you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 9:53 pm
At first she was somewhat taken aback by the palor of the pilot's apperance, but she brushed the initial shock away in an instant and smiled at him. "Nice to meet you Necrofarious, the name's Faith...No need to thank me, I caused the damage, the least I can do is help you fix it." Green eyes wandered to the tattoo and it registered somewhere inside her brain that it was a familiar thing to her, though she couldn't quite place it. "Let's see what we've got." She headed towards the Grun V, assesing the Shadow Fox as she went, noting small places that she could help with, not many but one or two.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:13 am
Ah, this was the type who politely kept their mouth shut about his state. A small nod was given as Faith chose to introduce herself in turn, mentally beginning to shove off his initial shyness. He could see her eyes on his tattoo, though, and it made him a bit self-conscious. The hand that soon reached up to delve comfortingly in his hair was more or less to hide the ankh. Well, how could she not see it? It took up most of his face. Brushing it aside for now -she didn't seem like such a bad person, contrary to the other pilots he had met- the man drew a bit closer to the teen following her eyes every now and then.
The Grun made a metallic sort of grunt as it ambled along, pausing at a breach in the Fox's armor where the Gun Tiger had managed to rip through. Hidden tools unsheathed themselves on its back, whirring as the mini-zoid craned its head forward. Sparks flew as it began to repair the armor, maw actually spilling open to release a black molten substance to fill in the cracks. Its owner was watching with unconcealed interest, but every now and then looked towards Faith. "...I'm not used to it... I'm sorry." Usually pilots just took off and ran.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:29 am
Faith frowned, absorbed in the small Grun's repair of the Shadow Fox. "Then you couldn't have met many decent pilots." The nerve of some pilots these days, she was a firm believer that opponents should be respected on and off of the battle field, and to leave a damaged Zoid behind with out helping was something to be frowned about.
Faith took note of a spot just south of the Grun V's work and dug out a few of her tools, and within moments was tinkering away skillfully. What was this guys story? She had remebered the symbol by now, an annkh, but why was it on this pilots face, she had seen his self-conscious move to hide it and decided that it was not her place to ask. "No need to apologize, you haven't done anything wrong, unless you are secretly plotting to kill me...What brings you out west?" Her voice was soft, loud enough to be heard over the whirl of the Mini-Zoid and her tools, but measured and even. It had been an attempt to lighten the mood, relax this pilot, whom had aroused her curiousity. In many ways this pilot reminded her of herself, he was obviously the quite type, shy and reclusive. But he seemed like a kind person, and that alone would have made this worth her time. Bobby would have liked him, she decided.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 12:02 pm
The already near-bloodless lips drew a little thinner as she stated his thoughts aloud. So he wasn't wrong to think so, then? It wasn't protocol to just leave your opponent behind when a battle was finished? All those times... Yes, he could have used some help then. Trying to signal a nearby repair-shop, even once having to limp away from the wreckage of his beloved zoid, was never fun.
"You have...a very wild imagination." He noted softly, though a ghost of a smile did flicker across his pale features."I came for the... peace. I suppose. I have... nowhere to go but...wander." Came the reply after a moment of consideration. His gaze swept out to take in the scenery, thriving and vibrant with life even though most of it was hidden beneath the tall grass. It was nice. Now that there was no longer a battle going on, it was peaceful. "You?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 12:19 pm
Glancing over her shoulder she flashed him a small smile, "So I've been told." Returning to her work on his Zoid she listened to his explaination her smile falling, did he not have a home to go to? She couldn't imagine that, especially not after all of the experiances she had had with her family. Those days were gone now, but they were still vivid images that accompanied her through out her ventures.
"Peace is rare to find these days, even though the war is over...Words are whispered everywhere like poision." Her tone held a hint of biterness as she spoke, switching the tool to something more adapt to the task at hand. "I go where the wind takes me, funny that wanders eventually find eachother, despite differences and distance."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 1:41 pm
It wasn't an insult. A mind was a terrible thing to waste, after all, and if hers was filled with imagination... well, it was a lot more than the empty space between some people's ears. If anything, she reminded him of someone... no one he could recall fully, which meant it was probably a good person. The mention of the war made him blink somewhat, lowering his hand away from his face.
"...I'm sorry," It was a bad habit of his, she'd find out if she stuck around for long. "But I never understood... the war. I was...sheltered for a time. I'm new to all of this." His voice died away and was swept away beneath the noises of their labor. Necrofarious felt no more inspiration to speak more than a simple "Aaah..." of agreement to the philosophical statement at first. Wanderers found one another.. that seemed true enough.
"Fate is fickle, and the elements...comply." The statement came unbidden, and even surprised him. He cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, shifting. "You won't take payment?" It was a hard concept to grasp in his case. Everyone wanted something, and wealth was usually on the list.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 2:19 pm
She hadn't taken it as an insult, she was used to comments like that growing up with two older brothers and all. Finishing underneath the Grun V she straightened up her light brown bangs, streaked with green fell into her eyes and she pushed it away with aggitation, she should really get those cut.
At his comment about the war she arched a brow shaking away an absurd notion that had begun to churn inside her brain. "No need to be sorry...Though I'm not sure how you can be oblivious about the war...Unless you've been living in a tomb for sometime." Tossing the last tool into the bag she closed it with a crisp snap. "No, no payment. Company is enough. Get's lonely sometimes."
...The elements comply There was truth in his statement, there was no denying that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:00 pm
The grumpy lizard seemed to be done with its own job, leaving the patched armor to go look over Faith's work and cover it over. Necrofarious eyed it quietly, before lifting the eerie pink set to Faith as she spoke. Behind those dark bangs that were well past his chin, the man's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at her first comment about the war. What was that about? However, he gave a soft sound that suggested a forced laugh. "Vivid imagination.." He murmured simply. "I knew of a war... but I did not understand it... or wish to." So why was he here, then, piloting a zoid? He made no move to emphasize, simply shrugging his shoulders and smiling thinly.
"Company...I may suffice." The bag was looked over quietly. "All finished?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:47 pm
Noting the forced laugh her smile faded and she attempted a sheepish smile. "Sorry, its a new idea for me, people not hearing about the war and all. My whole family has been invovled some way or another." She slung the bag back over her shoulder and gave a slight nod.
"I'm done...You're Foxes sights in-line? That's the only reason you didn't win after all." The battle that had gone on not to long ago, and besides it was the truth. Had the Shadow Foxes Vulcan Cannon managed a direct hit her Gun Tiger would have been out of comission immediatly.
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