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 Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 7:50 pm
Myles grins widely. "If that's all you wanted, you should have said so. Triskadeca, if you would, show this gentleman the inside of your head."
The head of the clank folds open, revealing it to be completely empty.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 8:03 pm
huuuh...
yousha moved his head closer, examining the bare space withing the head.
"how?"
"must be in the chest aye?" he spoke with a slight tone of fascination
he glanced at the man before looking back at the clank
"s'cuse me but could yoo show me yer inner workin's?" he spoke to the clank, not sure where to speak to as he didnt know where the sound or sight was recieveing from..
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:25 pm
~ Galley ~
"It's an empty shell. As far as I can tell, the mechanics are all located in the back panel of the torso, which is a single large piece. It seems to use some sort of intricate cable or other false muscle assembly to manipulate arrays of panels. The head seems to have three arrays, the arms and legs have two each, and I can't quite tell how many comprise the torso. And the metal looks like gold, but it obviously can't be, otherwise the panels would bend too easily."
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 10:09 am
[hanger/pusher plane]
He quietly snoozes away as his leg bumps against the hand brake, starting the plane forward with a loud roaring sound. He wakes up with a startled yell as plane quickly moves forward to the closed doors of the hanger. Dammit, he should have asked for a room when he had the chance.
"Bugger me....-"
CRASH!!!
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 12:58 pm
~ Galley ~
Myles looks up at the sound. "That sounds like it came from the cargo hold." He gets up and steps out into the hallway, looking in that direction.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 1:15 pm
[galley]
yousha listened to Myles attentively while oo-ing and awe-ing at the clank
he was thinking of something to say when he too heard the crash from a distance.
"Huh?" he leaped off of the table and followed where the noise had come form.
"big noises are always followed by something interesting..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 8:19 pm
He some how managed to end up upside down in the cockpit safely with Mochi next to him, but not the same can be said for the plane. The propeller was all bent up, half a wing was foobared and the front of the plane was totaled. He rights himself up and runs a hand through his hair, he hadn't even been on the ship for maybe two hours and he was already wreaking the place.
"'Ho boy~...." He panickedly sighs as he leans back, running his fingers though his hair again. "I.....I can fix this...I think."
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 9:27 pm
~ Hold ~
Myles surveys the scene, noting with relief that the Rocinante was not damaged. The golden clank has followed him closely.
"This is like some sort of curse... wait a minute, that's not a bad idea."
He turns to Triskadeca. "You've got a golem's eye, can you see curses? And if so, is there one involved here?"
"Of course. The curse brings a single great misfortune upon any who would join the crew. The curse has already acted upon you."
"Already... but I wasn't even part of the crew yet! Although... I was considering it even then. It seems the Khaos recognizes her own."
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:47 am
[hanger/crashed pusher plane]
He blinks at Myles and scratches his head. "But I was like this before I even got on this ship!" He slumps back and sighs pulling out a forgotten crinkled cigarette from his pants pocket and looks for a lighter or his token box of matches only to come up empty handed.
"Dammit all...I was cursed to begin with, does your frilly Clank able to light up things? I ran out of matches." He takes a habitable breath through the unlit cig and leans on his hand "Bugger me...I got the devil's luck."
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 6:20 am
"You're not the only one. I go away for days trying to shed some light on our mystery hijacker, and when I come back its all over. I missed all the fun. Good to be back though I suppose"
The voice came from Elliot, appearing just as he did when he left days previously, and carrying his favoured rifle. He didn't look to upset, but mildly perturbed nonethless.
"Still, best be carrying on. Where might I find the Captain?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 8:26 am
[Hanger/crashed pusher plane cockpit]
He takes another huff from his unlit cigarette and looks at the rifle man. His puppy poking his head out from the cockpit and he wags his tail.
"Last time I saw the captain...I think he's the captain. Anyways, the last time i saw him was in the Gallery." He picks up his pet and jumps down and out of the cockpit. "By chance do you happen to have a light or some matches?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:53 pm
yousha was perked, he was standing up straight
"maan you really caused one 'efty mess 'ere", a grin spread across his face as he spoke.
under his goggle, his eyes were manic darting around and focusing on every crash, bump and piece of junk that had been caused by the crash.
"who's playne's that?" yousha asked, his voice with a hint of excitement...
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 3:28 pm
[Hanger]
"Search me. " He replies. "I gotta fix it anyways..." He tries to push the plane away from the hanger door. "Oi, instead of unstringing the plane's corset with your eyes, can you give me a hand and push this back? I gotta fix it since I broke it." He takes a puff with his still unlit cig and fruitlessly tries the push the plane back.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 7:21 pm
[Hangar]
"huh? corset?" yousha stupidly ridiculed... not getting the joke...
"aye ok then.." he noticed him taking a fake puff of the unlit cigarette, "ye should'ne day that mate" yousha spoke as he began to help the man heave the pusher plane back.
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