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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:59 pm
((Okay. I just wanted to give you a chance to do something rather than charging in. Just in case. I hate it when people have a lot of time elapse in one post so you have to go back and say that before they did this, you did that.))
After a couple minutes of fruitless searching, and a couple doors opened and peered through to no avail, Spider decided she needed a new approach. She turned on her parabolic hearing (a lot of people kept it on all the time, but she didn't like being able to always hear everything- back in the apartments she'd heard the neighbors docking one too many times, and old habits die hard) and listened for any unusual sounds. She couldn't hear any human noises, but she caught a faint electrical buzzing from a hologram system in the wall. She walked in its the general direction, trying to determine where exactly the hologram was, and realized that, as she'd been beginning to guess, it was a section of fake wall. Right... here!
She stepped through and found herself facing a metal elevator, which reflected her own slight figure, in a now-semi-filthy yukata and black pants which didn't look as bad as she knew they must be, back at her. She was startled to see how frightened she looked. Not so much for Gearbox, she couldn't imagine what must be happening to him and therefore couldn't begin to worry about it. Just about the fact that she had no idea where she was going. At all. What a stunning idea... but what else do you do when your boss, indignity though it is to have a juvie who doesn't even shave yet for a boss, ran off looking like she-didn't-know-what..?
She was more startled yet that the elevator simply opened for her, and that it then obligingly glided down without any input on her part. Getting out of the elevator, she tried to fight the embarrassingly slitchy urge to rush to Gearbox and cradle him in her arms. Rather, she first checked to see if there was anything lurking that looked dangerous, tried to rush with as much dignity as possible, sensibly checked his pulse and made sure he hadn't really melted, and then found herself at a loss for what to do.
"Gearbox! Can you hear me? Wake up! Por favor?" It didn't seem like a good idea to start prodding him or anything. If she startled him too much...
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:57 pm
((Thanks and sorry about the mass time))
Gearbox slowly opened his eyes, which were no longer the usual grey-blue color they naturally appear, but rather a blank beige covering most of his eyes except for the pupil and a bit of the white. He stood up as if nothing had happened, ignoring the fact that spyder was right there.
"I'm sorry that I had to leave you, I'll explain it all in a minute."
Ruin said in a deep solomn tone. He gripped his stomache and ran behind a console, where Spyder couldn't see and vomited loudly.
"Ugh, sorry you had to hear that. Well all of this... This is how I stay alive. I'm not completely... stable, I should say, I'm Genetically spliced and designed for war. Ever heard of 'Captian America' from the 1900's? Kinda like that, only I was made on a poor budget. My DNA was completely removed and made from scratch, sticking my atoms together one by one until they had enough of an organism to make me. Sometimes I start to break down, that's why this is here."
He glanced down to his nanovest and it slid back up his leg back onto his spine and spread out around his body. His eyes faded back into natural color.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:47 pm
She'd goten to her feet as he told his story, but by the end of it she was wondering if she wouldn't have been better if she'd remained kneeling. She wondered if she'd faint. Probably not, but it seemed like the thing to do. Her green eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets and it took her awhile to come up with something to say.
"A-are you okay? And... and designed for war... how? What sort of things did they...? And what sort of gonk designs the perfect warrior by making him puke and melt?..."
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