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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:37 am
If she did come across confrontation she reckoned her hoofs would make a fine weapon and her physical form here was definitely more solid than the humanoid she had been before. Though with no situation to find out she wasn't sure, where there weapons here? Could she find armour again? They where questions she pondered but then if there really was no war would she need them? And if the dragon had been right what would she do with herself, what was there beyond fighting and all the preparations that came with it?
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 8:40 am
 Steelheart the Artificial Arcturus (he needed a better title than that) wandered across the plains without a sense of purpose--and oh, how he hated being without purpose. Steelheart was a warrior, a knight of honor. To be without a job to do, to be without a quest, was abhorrent to him. He'd been without purpose for a very long time now, hence why he now found himself wandering across the plains in search of work.
Well, not "work." Work implied that he intended to get paid. But he didn't. The magic that brought him to life kept him alive without any want, just the restless urge to act. He would allow nothing to get in his way. The mare wandering around aimlessly not far away was clearly not in his way. After watching her for some time, he trotted down the hill towards her, his joints hissing and whirring in their well-lubricated tracks. "Greetings," he called out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 9:00 am
Hearing the whirring she could only assume it to be a strange breeze, she was accustomed to extreme climates, cold, heat, confinement the lot. She was however curious as the sound got louder and was joined by hissing, snakes? Ain't no motherfrickin' snakes sneaking up on her motherfrickin' persons, hostile creatures but easily dealt with a quick area sweep, a hoof would do it! Turning she was quick to take in the scene well.. the horse her eyes going wide with excitement of another encounter with something she was starting to doubt lived in this world.
As a warrior she should be more cautious... but as a troll she wasn't all that smart and trotted to meet the other, plus who greets then hits, that'd be rude! "'Sup mon! yous mecha or der sum flesh under der?" What was it they said about curiosity, oh yes the cat... good thing she wasn't a cat, a horse... a troll... but not a cat!
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 4:27 pm
Steelheart almost stopped dead in his tracks. He'd hardly ever met someone who just, well, came up to him and asked him what he was. Well, yes, quite a lot of people did that, most of them, in fact, but most of them framed it as "what the __ are you?!" or otherwise treated him as if he were not alive. No one before had correctly guessed what he was, or acted...well...warm about it. As if it was something fascinating, and not just for his creator's skill. As if. Well. Anyway. This strange mare had made a good impression on him, at least for now.
"I am Steelheart," he said, "and I am a mech, yes. Steel, lightning, and grease, force for crusade or power for peace." With that, he gave a short bow, his neck plates lifting, then closing. "By what designation might I address you?" Her accent and enthusiasm was unusual to him, to say the least. He found himself quite curious about her--perhaps as fascinated as she seemed to be in him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 3:37 pm
As they were talking she'd already started a little trot around him to get a good look, he was really shiny! Like her sword freshly polished from the blood of her enemies, she liked him already she'd seen many things in her day but never such a beautiful Mech. They way he spoke didn't make her even question that he had a soul and thus was a being rather than just a construct and when he mentioned crusade she sped up to come in front of him again.
"Am Camella, warrior of Sen'jin, dats cool mon! I's remember crusadin', beatin; ups dem badies or uhm... dinks dey were, be hards to dink when gets'tin beats up too!" She chuckled, they were fond memories she was never the leader, or in charge she simply followed orders. Her job was to keep their enemies occupied and hitting her so they were not hitting anyone else, so the others could do their jobs. Sure it hurt, but her armour usually took the brunt and the magic of her world kept her up and alive to take more damage... kinda cruel if someone with more intelligence considered it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 7:32 pm
So, she was another warrior? Well, that was nice. That is, it was nice to meet a warrior who wasn't just a violent idiot ruled by their bloodlust and nothing else. At least, she didn't seem to have a bloodlust. She seemed like a...well, not a calm, collected individual, not by any stretch of the imagination, but she did seem to have a certain love of life, a joie de vivre, if you would. The point was, she'd introduced herself as a fighter not as if it were a threat or a boast, but as if it was just a part of her identity, like saying that she had red eyes or a blue pelt. That was refreshing.
"I'm afraid I haven't heard of the Sen'jin," he admitted. "And to be honest, I've yet to be called on a crusade. I have aided in a few quests, but that is as far as my talents have been used." He'd been made in the first place to aid in so-called "raids," but he'd always found he preferred a more-drawn out, intimate quest instead. The dangers were higher, yes, but there tended to be fewer berserkers on quests to ruin everything by ignoring instructions. "I'm sure your foes richly deserved it," he added.
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