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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 3:57 pm
Story:
In the year 3010, there is a war. It is between the decreasing human race, and the Karakuri's, mechanisms created for war. The karakuri, led by Vice, were created by the humans to rage war on enemy countries, instead, Vice led them to war against thier creators in the year 3000. The war raged on, and is still going. The karakuri a currently increasing thier numbers. The humans are recruiting as many soildiers as possible, and making weapons such as ray gun and saiba swords. The battle keeps going, and it's pretty much even. The humans are trying not to die, but Vice is making more karakuri as I narrate this. Get out there and fight!
Profile skeletons are in the profile thread.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:20 pm
Karakuri King, Vice
Vice sat in his chair high above the battle field. Vice looked to the canvas known as the sky. It was red with explosions and such. He looked over to the battle field and saw blood getting spilled and splatered. He chuckled in delight. He look at his hands. They were dyed red with enemy blood. He chuckled againm. "Oh how I do enjoy such sadistic activities I'll never know. " Vice the silver hair from his eye. He enjoyed watching pain
And death very much. He stood up and glided over to the edge of his castle's wall. He peeked over and laughed again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 6:56 pm
 " when all hope is lost
and all we know is falling
who will pay the cost
and pay their lives to save us ? "
NUMBERTHREENUMBERTHREENumber Three  "I don't suppose that you'd be able to reconfigure yourself so that you may know as easily as you dominated over the opposing forces?" The soothing drone of a feminine voice curled against the male's ear, parting the locks of silver treasure to reveal the flesh-appearing substance. What it was actually made of - their skin - was best left unsaid. She propped herself against the side of his throne-like seat, watching the carnage ensue from their perch in the windows. Within the large, castle-like building where they kept as their stead, both Overlord and his Right Hand watched from the speckless windows, the skies red with the spray of blood and the ground darkened with the bodies of the defeated.
Between the long stretch of an unofficial graveyard laid a rundown, urban-appearing city - Irikazu City - still clinging to life. It was in there where she had returned from, and it was there where rumor of an opposition to the Karakuri King and his rule had first circulated.
"I've returned with the information I was sent out to retrieve." Most certainly one of the less time-wasting Karakuri fabricated by the marvelous humans which they abolished from their presences. "It is a group of no larger than five or so humans. My sources are very sure that there are no Karakuri allying themselves with the humans, though, I have no reason to doubt that it may not happen to be so." The small, blue, synthetic fingers on her petite hands ran through the short, azure locks atop her head, equally cobalt optical sensors staring out at the city - tiny in the distance upon the horizon. It was a good week's voyage by foot, and even for her it had taken more than few days to get there, nonstop.
"But, their forces are weak. And we may be able to n** this nuisance in the bud." Looking down to Vice from the corner of her eye, while she straightened herself to stand upright, her eyes just as quickly scurried away from Vice's figure, examining the rest of the room. She had been equipped with her battle attire, having been on the alert for any combating should it have appeared on her trek to and from. Her onyx, rubber-like suit concealed her human-like flesh from toe to thighs, and then again from her wrist to her shoulders. Her torso was bare, save for her black, standard brassiere, and her joints had been granted open access should she need to suddenly require a sharp blade.
"Your orders, My Liege?"
It was in that instance that she realized that, when she had first arrived to coo in his ear... She could have easily eradicated him with a clean decapitation. That most certainly would have served her better in the long, after all.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:08 pm
Vice, Karakuri king
Vice's prosthetic ear heard a soft voice. It was his Right Hand's, Three's, voice. "Good." Vice responded to Three's notion of the 5 pitiful humans. He turned to Three for a brief moment and looked at Three. His silver hair made from thin aluminum strips. He turned back to the war-torn, blood-spattered war zone. He said in a soft tone "I sense blood-lust." he gave a slight Karakuri chuckle.
He looked at the sky, red as human blood. His fleshy covering, known as skin, crawled when he saw many Karakuri being destroyed. "Isn't it beautiful?" Vice asked in a gentle, but threatening tone.
He heard Three's question and responded "I want them dead. Kill them for me. Kill them. Kill them all." Vice said, ordering her. "And I'll have to kill you if I have to come out there." Vice said, threatening her, but respecting her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:32 pm
NUMBERTHREENUMBERTHREENumber Three Staring out at the same sight which Vice was seeing, Three couldn't help but avert her gaze when he spoke of its beauty. "Absolutely, my Liege." Ignoring his earlier statement of him sensing blood-lust - when it could have possibly been all but his. After all, he was the cause of all this carnage ensuing and the multitude of lives, innocence or not, falling like dominoes. Dropping like flies.
She didn't even bother to grant him a nod when he repeated his orders. It was obvious he wanted them dead. Any leader in their right mind wouldn't want their opposition to stand a chance. And it made perfect sense, in Three's eyes.
"Very well then." Pivoting on her heel, she made her way out of the leader's room, pausing at the doors to let them slide open automatically. "You will most certainly hear from me once I've completed the tasks." Stepping out with that left lingering about the stale air in the room, she made her way down the corridor, her lightweight frame barely stressing out the hollowed, metal floors beneath her.
Turning down a corner to head down the vertical height of the building within an obsolete elevator shaft, she accelerated in her descent before suddenly being propelled against the force of gravity in a sputter of blue flames. Touching down, she stepped out of the shaft on the ground level and made her way towards the intensely fortified entrance, and, once again, made her way to Irikazu City. This time, with an objective to complete.
And then you won't have anything else to worry about...
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 2:39 pm
Vice, Karakuri King
Vice's ear was twinged even by the sounds of Three's gentle steps. He turned on his heels and hovered over to his blood spattered throne. He sat down, his knee clicked and creaked. "An oil change? Again?" Vice's voice was quiet and serene.
He grabbed his knee and gave a twist. It made a squeak. He then grabbed a can of oil and pressed it to the leg's knee. It oiled up and then he said "Wierd. No assassination attempts lately." he put his lower leg to his upper leg and gave a twist. It screwed on. (Sorry for small post)
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