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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 12, 2008 15:32:32 GMT -5
Karen let out a low whistle as she watched from her perch. "Are you getting all of this, Epsie?" She asked, looking back at Epsilon. The mech merely nodded.
"Okay... I want the robot... and the dude... oh, and the other robot... Y'know what? I want them all." She said simply.
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 12, 2008 22:57:19 GMT -5
(True, is that the kind of fire I think it is?)
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Post by CHANGEME on Jan 13, 2008 19:58:58 GMT -5
(You betcha.)
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 13, 2008 21:30:38 GMT -5
The hulk of a "man" seemed to obediently stay put as the green flame rushed in, only turning to glance at her, but as it washed over him, it seemed to have only minorly more effect than the assassin's black flame, more of its clothes were burnt and in places, the polymer "flesh" had seen some damage, showing unblemished metal directly beneath.
"Abnormal power readings detected," it stated as it turned toward True, now fully ignoring the seemingly impotent assassin as it stalked toward her, even larger than she was. "Initiating containment protocols."
(Now, people, will you PLEASE stop using fire? I'd rather not have all of his clothes burn off and have a giant, nude man walking around ...)
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Post by CHANGEME on Jan 14, 2008 2:13:30 GMT -5
(*laughs*)
Gears in the emerald android's neck clicked antiquely as she held his gaze with flat eyes. Her forearm flipped into itself again and formed a solid iron block.
"Oh, grea-at then." Crackle. Hissss.
With a movement that entirely belayed her weight and audible lack of proper lubricant, the 8ft girl suddenly lunged and punched her bludgeon-arm forward, aiming many tons of power for the rival behemoth's chest.
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 14, 2008 2:39:00 GMT -5
The blow connected. Indeed, the H.A.C.S. unit made no attempt to dodge whatsoever, and it struck it squarely in the middle of the chest. And stopped cold.
"Estimated target power output 1/65 required force per square inch necessary to inflict system damage," it stated. "Melee threat level: Minimal." The ten-foot-tall man reached down and grabbed the eight-foot-tall woman by the wrist and lifted her up off the ground, then began to look her over. In reality, it was scanning for whatever the source of energy for the green fire had been.
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 14, 2008 6:51:02 GMT -5
(Well, I'm sure Karen wouldn't mind...)
"Okey dokey artichokey..." Karen grabbed the gun from Epsilon. "Who should we tag first?" She asked, pointing the sights at the fight.
"You're the Mistress, not me." Epsilon said dryly.
"What, not even a preference?" Karen asked, lowering the gun. "Look, if this is about last night...."
Epsilon wordlessly turned away from the girl.
"Aw, don't be like that Epsie..." Karen pouted. "I'm sorry... But could we please focus on the matter at hand?"
The robot continued to ignore the scientist, looking up at the sky silently.
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Post by CHANGEME on Jan 25, 2008 0:06:30 GMT -5
The fire's source wasn't difficult to pinpoint. Though there were several significant collections of energy in the android, only one wad of it buried in her torso matched the type.
"1/65th?!" She complained as if she didn't notice she was dangling from the taller robot's grasp, visibly upset as her face shifted into an exaggerated representation of agony. "I've worked, li-ike, over half my life on this body! You can't just up and tell somebody they're a min-minimal threat! That's so RUDE!"
At the last word she raised her free arm, then hammered the iron fist down towards the H.A.C.S. Unit's head.
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 25, 2008 13:10:06 GMT -5
The golem's other hand reached up and caught her other wrist as it came down toward him. "Unit is not programmed for diplomatic considerations. Target designated primary interest candidate." H.A.C.S. emotionlessly dropped her on the ground. "Target is advised to remain stationary until resolution of combat to prevent damage to maintenence-compromised chassis."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 25, 2008 14:08:32 GMT -5
Meanwhil,e Karen was still trying to strike up conversation with Epsilon.
"Epsie..." Karen whined. "Come on, you can't just ignore me, I thought I meant more to you than that!"
"So did I. Appearantly I was wrong." Epsilon droned.
"Aww...Did that really mean so much to you?" Karen asked. Only silence answered. The scientist set her gun down, walking up to the robot. "Come on.... I'll give you an oil bath..."
"Now you're just begging." Epsilon said dryly as he kept his face away from the girl.
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Post by CHANGEME on Jan 26, 2008 0:40:27 GMT -5
Epic True sighed- at least, it seemed to be a sigh, the great heaving of her wings and the ear-splitting grinding as her armor shifted.
"Don't wo-orry your melty head about that." She waved her block-hand dismissively, slightly flattered by the 'primary interest' statement. "This stuff's invincible. Hopefully mo-ore invincible than yours."
With that, she stayed put as instructed, the frozen sadness on her face shifting to a blank mien.
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 26, 2008 1:53:46 GMT -5
(Who else is here, who else is doing anything?)
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Post by Red14 on Feb 3, 2008 10:16:34 GMT -5
(I'm here or cynthia rather.)
Cynthia let out a long sigh saying "They should have just stayed put."
At this point in time, Cynthia wasn't sure what to do, something was telling her to stand up and fight while something else was telling her to stay down and shut up."Dang, that other guy that was knocked out at first could come back any minute now... I need to wait longer just to decide what to do." Cynthia scratched her head and hoped that that would not be taken as an offensive action.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 3, 2008 18:53:43 GMT -5
"Two targets disabled," H.A.C.S. stated emotionlessly as it turned to face Cynthia. "One target surrendered, one target fleeing. Fleeing target marked for retrieval by other units. Awaiting final target designation."
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Post by Red14 on Feb 3, 2008 21:23:52 GMT -5
"Um i don't think your other target fled..." Cynthia said in a low tone of voice, although it was just loud enough for H.A.C.S. to hear. "As for me, i think i'll pass on a fight, i don't need bruises until i have at least some help."
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