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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 7:42 am
Rivera came in the next day. She had decided to sleep afterall. There was just not enough hours in the day for anything to be done... As she snapped open her laptop at her work desk, she looked down to check the date. "s**t..." It was June 8th already. Shaking her head, she went through the files one by one and noticed a numeric residue that wasn't hers. Someone had been hacking into her files. With a sigh, Rivera switched on the reencoder and placed a pentatonic bilayer over the security system. It would keep intruders below Hexatonic out.
Looking to her file from yesterday, she began to gather the materials for the arm she was supposed to make. The arm would be tempered platinum-iridium, coated withwaterproof substances and fire temperance control. She supposed that by the framework, the flamethrower would be within the forearm, easily flipped out and utilized with the flex of a hand. She would hope that the man would accept the wiring as well as she did, if he ever wanted to be in full sync with that arm. She would persuade the creation that he was part of it and it was part of him, but after that, there was no more she can to to get them to sync other than the constant reminder that they were one.
The platinum iridium would be very hard to cut and even harder to solder and work with. She would have to invoke her steel entity abilities to work them and temper them. Closing her eyes, she held her hands over the heavy, thick sheet and began to work. The sheet of metal twisted and turned under her hands by some unknown force. She herself poured her soul energy into the metal. This would become a dominus weapon...
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:00 pm
[I posted a job application in the job...application...place...yeah. I was wondering if anyone was going to get back to me soon? ;-; The request has been sitting there for a few days, I think.]
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 9:02 pm
((I wish, but I'm already on a request... even though it wasn't posted >.>))
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 9:01 pm
((>3<....o3o.........=3=zzzzzz))
It had been sometime since he had last checked on the status of his arm. Knowing it owuldn't be done he decided to come in anyways and spotted the girl concentrating on a sheet of some metal. Deciding not to interfer he sat down on a nearby stool slowly spinning on it. Glancing about he noticed upon examination there appeared to be some order in the chaose of the lab. Sighing he layed his head down and began to sleep with his tail waving behind him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:39 pm
Stixon returned to the lab from returning the android to the reception area. On her way back to the lab she had managed to trip up and had a grazed knee. She grabbed a clean tissue and wiped dirt from the cuts and dabbed it with another clean damp tissue.
Looking up, she tied her hair into a loose ponytail with a black piece of string. She again turned to the pile of androids and assorted robots just piled in one corner of the room. Oil leaked from a machine in the depths of the pile making a horrible stain on the floor. Bolts, assorted panels and motherboards were all scatttered around the pile from some of the more fragmented machines. The smell of oil was a little strong over this side of the room, and someone had quite rightly opened a window to let the fumes drift out. 'The machine leaking oil must have recently arrived, this wasnt here yesterday afternoon'. Stixon thought as she peered into the mish-mash of several limbs and wires.
Following the oil to where most of it seemed to be coming from, she lifted up a dog-like pet robot and shifted it aside in search of the most troublesome machine. She coughed and lifted her head up above the pile to avoid the smell of oil for a short while, and lowered her head again to renew her search. A blinking diode in the middle of the robots caught her attention, and she reached out and pulled out an arm....followed by a shoulder.....followed by...a wing?. The android she had pulled out was angelic in appearance with long flowing white hair and wings. It was a female type android and was badly damaged.
Its lower back had a large hole which spilled out a massive tangle of wires and even the plastic spine of the android had been severed damaging the central sensory wires. Oil leaked from the spine and had stained the wings of the android badly.....those stains were never coming out...those were real feathers too. This must be a custom android, no one needed to make them with wings, they had no function...at least with this model they diddnt..they were purely an asthetic feature.
'This was a well loved machine.. and very well built too' Stixon admired the intricate dress that the android was wearing although now it had a large rip to the back and was badly stained as well, but it would have been a lovely dress when it was new. Pink silken ribbons and lace adorned the pure white dress and the androids long white hair was loosly tied with pink ribbons and clips.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:38 pm
Rivera walked into the room, lugging a black briefcase with her. It held the arm she made, worked in the best of material alloy and encrypted with her own numerical and magical coding. It was a fail proof device, completely waterproof and one direction torching. Using energy drawn from an inner portal case, the arm was fueled by a star's energy source rather than a more costly one. She had placed the protection using her own soul energy. This isin the highest class of weapons throughout the history of weaponry. This is a Dominus Weapon.
The arm had taken her more than three days, as she found. Forging a Dominus was especially tiring for the body and for the mind. After she was finished, she couldn't quite remember what happened, but she found herself lying on the ground of her catacomb's Forge about four days later, ravenously hungry and in poor health. It was another day before she could get the arm to the android lab...
She found the man and shyly tapped him on the shoulder. He seemed to be sleeping... but he was waiting for the arm... so it should be alright... Her eyes were a glow of pale glow, of pride and triumph. But neither her face nor her body showed any of these signs. They were the normal timid pose of the impassive girl.
"e...excuse me... sir..." She attempted to speak up a little.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:09 pm
Sighing happily he felt a light p***k on his shoulder. Thinking it as nothing he brushed it away, then it dawned on him it was a person. o.o Pushing himself up he yawned quite loudly making something akin to a mewing sound. Stretching his arms and legs in one fluid movement he turned to face the girl that was helping him.
"Nya, hello there engineer-san. Is my arm ready yet?", he asked politely as he smiled at her. Pushing off with his one arm he jumped from the chair to his feet. Looking the girl over he noticed that she looked pretty ragged.
"Engineer-san are you okay?", he questioned her with a concerened look on his face. Working was one thing, but working yourself into bad health was another and he wouldn't allow that >D
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 12:58 pm
"Please... call me Rivera... " She whispered as she opened the briefcase, her fingers shaking as she tried to undo the clasps. She finally just set it down on the ground and unbuckled it. "Don't worry about me... It happens when one creates a Dominus weapon..." Taking out the arm, she handed it to him
"Just take care of it as you would a regular arm, and it'll be fine... you don't have to recharge it or do anything much with it. To activate the flamethrower, you just have to believe that you can..." Her voice was shaking as well as she placed the light prosthetic in his lap. It didn't weigh as much as the glistening metallic surface suggested. "You can change the texture for stealth... by believing that it is a different color and texture... Control of this arm is like any dominus weapon... you must believe that it is a part of you... I forged this weapon with my soul energy... I believed that you could believe..."
Rivera sank down to her knees to rebuckle the briefcase. "So... please, use it wisely. You will need it in 8 days."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:52 pm
Taking in everything she said about his new arm he smiled fondly at her. Standing up he took his new arm in his left hand as he knelt down so that they would both be at eye level.
"Thank youuu Rivera-san. I really appreciate this...ummm so how do I put it on, nya?", he asked questionly as he picked up the arm and placed it on his shoulder. Perfect length, it matched his other arm perfectly.
"Ipromise I won't damage Rivera-san! >D",he said smiling as he looked the arm over one more time. Tracing a imaginary pattern on his arm, suddenly it hit him he just realized the potential of a Dominus weapon. The capability to change it's color and texture, would open a few more possibilites and the fact that it was all mental power. "Amazing", he thought to himself as he looked the arm over one more time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 2:18 pm
"Oh, you don't have to worry about damaging it... there's a good chance you can put it through a couple thousand nuclear explosions... followed by a trip through a blackhole and the strongest magical attacks... it won't as much as nick or even dent it..." She smiled weakly, "The soul energy of a chaos affiiliate is strong... even if they don't have their own soul... " She stood up, shaking slightly.
"You will have the bill from my manager in your account... please pay for the materials... " She whispered, "And please, don't use the torh at the north or south pole. It'll just explode on you and melt the entire ice cap..." Rivera warned him quickly, then began to walk away with tottering steps that didn't seem quite on balance. She felt like she could use a little repair herself. She felt like a wreck after that project. A dominus weapon was a bit big to start on, but Rivera wanted to prove to herself that she could handle the job... after all, there were only 8 days until the Crimson Decadia... She had to be ready.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 2:27 pm
Watching her walk away he glanced at the arm again. Wondering how on earth he was to put it on. Checking the length he put he next to his should er again. Feeling a strange burning sensation he flet pull itself onto him. IN a moment the sensation was gone and it felt like it had ver happened. Checking his shoulder he realized that the arm had literally fused itself to him. Smiling he got up and waved to Rivera and left his payement on a nearby table with a note underneath stating it was from him. Picking up his belts he realized his arm was limp. Sighing he scratched the back of his head. This was going to take some getting used to. With that he was off to the training hall.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:58 pm
Rivera bit her lip as she tried to sit down. She had a headache, all of a sudden. Sure, her health could be classified as poor to horrible, but she's never had a headache before. She began to consider taking the day off... but then, there were a few more bots to repair... like those dorm androids. She wasn't very good at all with humanoid robots. It was hard for her to sit down and repair them, staring into their faces... they looked too human. It hurt for her to even get close to them. For her, androd repair only comes with the androids that look like metallic boxes and things. She could feel love towards them. But looking at a humanoid robot, she felt fear. It hurt like hell...
Taking her eyes away from the dorm androids, she turned her head towards another guid-droid. They were getting messed up very often now. Rivera took a little comfort from her pains and weariness in the indulgence of the occasional daydream. She wondered if the flaky plushy for Darc had been made or sent yet... she wondered if it would get there on time, before the Crimson Decadia, or at least, early in it. She hoped it would reach him soon.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:17 pm
((Really sorry,I've been busy and rping with Kuri-chan >.Miwako had been working way in the back of the lab,cooped up on her laptop. Typing with her toes as she fixed up minor damage to a large pile of pet androids,small bots,ect. She looked over,seeing that the boy had gotten the arm. Her keen eyes located each material quite well.
She typed some more looking up the prices,added them up and sent the bill to the boys account. A good $386 dollar fee. Then she set out to add the Rian credits to her workers account. Rivera would get 80,she had been qorking quite hard. Stixon 50,and Winny 0. Since she hadn't seen her in quite a while.
Of course she sent it without telling,surprise surprise once again for her workers. Some good,some bad. Smiling happily Miwako closed her laptop with her feet,and set out on her work once again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:21 pm
Rivera Checked through her laptop as she fixed the work android. The wires were more usual to her now, but their constant entrance and exit were hindering her when she trained with her sword. Her left arm was quite numb very often. The guid-droid wasn't so hard to fix. It just had a crack in the hull and got shortcircuited in the rain. All she had to do was clean and dry it, repair the wiring and patch up the hull and it was as good as new. Setting down the droid, she gave it a little pat and let its wires pull out of her.
A little bleeping sound came from her laptop. Someone had sent her a message via interunit messaging, but it was sent from a few thousand miles away, somewhere...
Rivera blinked... who could this be then? There wasn't a lot of people who knew who she was, and even fewer that knew what she was doing... She continued curiously.
Rivera bit her lip harder. Her headache was growing worse. This person said something about the Crimson Decadia... this was someone like her, wasn't it? Who would this be then? Not one of her family members, for sure. The person called her 'your highness'. It was probably from a former subject...
No name... who could this be from?
Rivera tasted blood... cursing softly at her own inability to set limits, she licked her lip and picked up a repair droid. It made her think more about the Crimson Decadia... would she remember anything? Would she still remain alive afterwards? Is she even alive right now...? With a heavy sigh, she began to do the normal drill. "Renerve, jontyure..." The repair droid connected to her.
With what's coming, Ria's going to need as many repair droids as she can hold.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 1:36 pm
Rivera set down the guide-droid... the third one that day... they get broken fast... Stretching, she felt her pulse and checked it against her watch... It seemed more regular than yesterday. Her head felt better too. Everything felt much better, in fact. The effects of draining soul energy had worn off... unlike others, she had a continual flow of soul energy from the storm, mainly since she didn't retain her own soul. She could recover in a faster time from forging a Dominus.
As she looked at her watch, she checked her schedule... yes, there would be a little bit of time. She decided to take that day off, since she's been working overtime anyway. Leaving a note for the manager, Rivera closed her laptop and set it into her bag. She promptly returned to her dorm to get changed... there was someone to meet her at the hidden belltower, someone important, who knew about the Crimson Decadia.
She can't miss it for anything.
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