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Post by AumbreSuai on Jan 20, 2010 14:32:51 GMT -5
"Did you attack?" 60 asked, now slightly confused. She simply wanted to open some barriers between fellow stitchpunks but looking at the situation now, it seems that she failed in getting her point across.
Oh great! Because of that little 'speech' you succeded in confusing everyone! For someone who studies stitchpunk mannerisms and mechanical workings, I'm not very good at persuasion. Me and my big mouth... the female doll mentally chided herself. She looked at the others, deciding to voice her opinions only when necessary... well, she'll try anyways.
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Post by herio on Jan 22, 2010 18:09:03 GMT -5
“ 60!” he said putting the bow and arrow away and putting his hands be hind his back “ you for get that im older then you and i have more explrance i know when theirs something of and that thing i wolud stand my ground and be wrong when not and be eaten”
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Post by minespatch on Jan 23, 2010 2:07:54 GMT -5
"You.. Do?" questioned Vierzig in more puzzlement as the three went on with their psychological evalution of the giant ball. "Vell, Ein haft no oorge to eat you, leetle man. If Ein vould, you vould be ack macheen". Unfortunately, 40 did not understand the history of 21. Since 21 was reconstructed by machines.
40 took a turn to 60 looking for a source of reason. Being like a child(or Pinnochio, whichever example seems more sutible), it was hard for him to understand the choices of right or wrong, since his ideal was only to eat. Then again, he did have a need to knowledge through interaction. "Ast I said before, me eat, not attack." He once again explained.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Jan 24, 2010 2:06:36 GMT -5
"I respect and understand that you are older than me 21, but that doesn't mean that you're an expert in interacting with others," she commented, a bit worn out with the bickering. She looked at 40, pondering his statement. His last comment piqued her interest.
"So you eat machines? That's most intriguing... Do you have a motorized mechanism that allows you to grind the metal?" she suddenly paused, remembering his initial query. "Forgive me. You eat machines alone and not stitchpunks like us and yourself correct? If that's the case, there is not much of a problem. Don't you think so, older and wiser 21?" she asked slyly, raising a cloth eyebrow at the smaller stitchpunk and waiting his response.
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Post by herio on Jan 24, 2010 6:47:56 GMT -5
21 looked coolly up at as he pulls her down to his eye level with serious look on his face
“I’m going to be very honest with you 60. I was all most eaten a live and I lost a good friend and an arm and foot that way and you know what 40 is nice now what happens if there’s no machines guess what what your next I seen it is horrible “ 21 hand shook as he spoke one eye going red “ the screaming and the fear and you cant save them because you trapped in a cage they hate to see there food get way , its not nice but 60 its not i dont whata to see a repet of that “ 21 lets go of 60 and looked up her "allso ver the years i replace a lot of my body with machine parts "
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Post by minespatch on Jan 26, 2010 5:57:27 GMT -5
40's eyes cringed with a look of sadness, the actions of 21 spread a pathos of emotion. His emotions almost made him want to cry, but on the other hand(excuse the pun), he wanted to question the machine-doll as well.
"Ein know that I didn't choost to be thist, but Ein make up for vat Ein don't haft" 40 spoke with clear conscious. "Vhy, even ift you addt un parts, you still adapt. Vhat makes us different if yu'r small and mein big? Ve're strong non matter vhat emotion vor actun takes us".
The ball stood before 21, feeling something he didn't think would be possible, he felt stronger. not physically, but emotionally. Filled with pride. Vierzig looked back at 60, hoping she knew his sentiments, but he overlooked her with a change in expression.
Something hid in the distance, something odd.
All of a sudden, a clap could be heard in the distance. "Ay... Nice speech, big guy. Very nice. Whatta ya think, Tensy?" "Eh, could've been bette-" Ah, so, onto business!" "You interrupted me again!" "So what-"
It was the strangest thing, 40 and rest ever saw. A character with two heads and two pairs of arms bickering amongst each other. "Im Himmel?"
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Post by AumbreSuai on Jan 28, 2010 0:54:50 GMT -5
60 was a bit disconcerted with the sudden rush of conflicting morals and extreme anger toward the ever haughty and rude 21. True, she wasn't exactly a lady herself, but he had no right to handle her so roughly. She opened her mouth to protest but was stopped by 40's speech. She nodded, understanding and agreeing completely with his sentiments, when once again she was interrupted. She looked at the strange pair in wonder and amusement.
"Will you look at that! You blokes are quite a sight. So much diversity to be found in such little time," she exclaimed, her anger and indignation forgotten at the prospect of meeting and studying the newcomers. "If you gents would be so kind as to tell us your numbers? I'm 60 and that short one over there is 21, he's a bit cranky, and this big fellow is 40. Pleased to meet ya."
She paused for a breathe.
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Post by minespatch on Jan 28, 2010 4:01:59 GMT -5
"Nice ta meet ya, mademoiselle! We're the tens, you can call us both Tensy." "Ya, like he said. Though you should just nickname him 'mr. interuptio-" "Well, look at the time! So, that grumpy little shorty has had some bad times, just like us, right Tensy?" "Yeah... I guess." "Well, what is that supposed to mean?" "Your usually the one always on top, and me, I'm usually having headaches since I have to look upside down."
1010's way of speaking showed the spectators who was who. One weaker while the other strong and persuasive. A showman overspeaking the footman.
The upper Ten leaned forward, moving with flipping towards the three figures. This lead to 40 having a tinge of fear. It took each step of one face after the other two make Vierzig to move his head slowly inside his body but leaving the one eye to view the double headed doll.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Jan 29, 2010 0:11:28 GMT -5
60 chuckled lightly at the bickering. They were quite a pair, the tens were. Partically two souls in one body, a fact that fascinated and intrigued 60 to no end. She stepped forward, tilting her head slightly to study their movements and how they travelled.
"My! This is marvelous! You two are quite a pair! Oh come now, 40! Don't be shy!" the female exclaimed enthusiastically, excited at meeting more newcomers despite the fact that 21 would probably reprimand her again. She looked over her shoulder at said stitchpunk, her expression beaming.
"You too 21! Don't be a pain! Be nice for once!" She was almost certain that her cheerful, trusting attitude was annoying the small stitchpunk to no end.
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Post by minespatch on Jan 29, 2010 22:33:47 GMT -5
1010 took their thoughts accordingly. "What's that? that 'Twenty-one' guy being a hard hat?" "Hey, that sounds a lot like you!" Chuckled the lower ten. "Why ya, basta-!" Apparently they began to fight once again, leaving the rest of the cast to rule that this was going to happen. As a running gag. Without their knowledge.
40 took 60's kind advice and tried to loosen his fear, but apparently his sense of humor came as Vierzig realized how hillarious the bickering was.
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Post by herio on Jan 30, 2010 1:57:39 GMT -5
21 tilled his head and looked over the twins “why would I what to stat a fight with them I don’t know them “ 21 said foldeding his arms “ there’s a trend going on here we got the fat man the best tamer and now the conjoined twins im not a fan on the Circus ”
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Post by minespatch on Jan 30, 2010 22:44:08 GMT -5
"Mein? 'Fat'?" 40 questioned 21. Vierzig tried to tilt himself so he could see his girth, but unfortunately did lend to well when he just rolled for a moment. The ball popped his head out after the roll with a sigh. "Ein guess so".
1010 still bickered among themselves not realizing how foolish they were trying to kill each other without any fingers.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Jan 31, 2010 2:59:24 GMT -5
That was the last straw.
"You know what 21?! I am sick and tired of your rude and irritable behavior! Why does it kill you to be nice?! Obviously, these guys are NOT enemies so why do you treat them like such?!" she exclaimed, exasperated. She was tired of this rude stitchpunk and his unbearable attitude. She understood that he's had a rough life, but that was no excuse to be a jerk.
She suddenly stopped and smiled weakly, chuckling a bit. "But you don't care about what I have to say. You won't listen anyway... Why do I even bother?" She looked up at the small group.
"Well gents, I am going to resume my hunt. The warehouse is just over the hill and I hope to see you there. Until then, farewell." And she promptly left.
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Post by herio on Jan 31, 2010 5:18:20 GMT -5
21was left alone with the group and sated shivering “ oh feack dignity” 21 ran and hugged 60 back shivering like mad 21 with fear “ please please don’t leave me alone with them i cant be stroung on my own” 21 said his voce shaking in fear losing his digantay and his grumpy demeanor to show the reall fear he had for bouth 40 and 1010
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Post by minespatch on Jan 31, 2010 20:40:39 GMT -5
One of the tens yelped for the other ten to stop due to 60's message. "Gack! Hey... Stop!" "What?! I'm try'n ta kill ya if ya don't moind!" "That's just it! Why don't we follow the gal?" "Ya mean, that 60-gal?" "Yeah! We can get to hoive convoisation while on the way she's goin'!" "I guess oi won't kill ya, truce?" "Well, ya tried to kill me bafor, so why-" "Why ya little-" "Oh no..."
The fight was going to start again but luckly 40 stopped them. "Männchen? See the leetle man?" "What, ya mean that 21 fella? What about 'im?" "Me think ve need him to follow us to gif gut morale." "Mor-what?" "Vell, just look at him."
The two heads twisted to see the sullen figure with grief. "Hey, the big guys right!" "Hey, Twensy-onsy, wanta join us" "Hel, I know ya call me Tensy, but I think you shouldn't give other's nicknames, don't ya think we get someone's feel'ns hurt?" "Hey, 40, mind if ya tell the noice lady we'll be with walk'n with her in a few minutes?" "ja, yes." "Good then! Now, let's do some co-vois'n!"
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