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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 1, 2010 0:59:01 GMT -5
60 paused, hiding her surprise when she felt the two slender arms wrap around her waist. She looked down, her face expressionless, yet tired. What's this? 21 was...afraid of these guys? she thought as she continued to look down at the shivering stitchpunk.
Try as she might, she couldn't stay mad at the doll, especially since he opened up to her. It was impossible for her to be mad at anyone for too long. She gave him a quick hug back.
"Ok 21... I won't leave you alone." She let go of 21, a thoughtful look on her face.
"I suppose I owe you an apology," she muttered,shallowing her pride. "I will be more careful in the future, but," she pointed at 21, looking at him sincerely. "You have to at least TRY to be nice to others, ok? Can you do that for me?"
Waiting for his answer, she looked up and saw 40 and 1010 following at a distance.
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Post by minespatch on Feb 2, 2010 6:28:18 GMT -5
"Seems like we doidn't have ta help, after all!" One of the Tens heads spoke. 40 chimed in with a "So, vhat you say, Männchen? Vill help oos?"
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Post by herio on Feb 3, 2010 4:24:07 GMT -5
21 hugged tighter as the came up “ apology expected I cant help being me but I will try” 21 wasn’t letting go of 60 the small stitch had thrown away his pride for this he might as well show his threw colors he was sacred out of his mind and 60 was the only thing stoping him from having panic attack
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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 3, 2010 17:04:36 GMT -5
"That's all I ask," 60 smiled. She tried moving away, but found that 21 was firmly attached to her waist. She looked down, a conflicted expression on her face.
"Erm... 21? Eh, never mind." If 21 was as freaked out as she thought he was, then it would be best to let him stay as he was. She walked slowly toward 1010 and 40, all but dragging 21 along.
"Well gents, I guess I'll be stick around for a spell."
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Post by minespatch on Feb 3, 2010 21:16:12 GMT -5
"Hey! Lady!" The Tens cried. "Whatta we goin' off to?" "Ja, Vhat ist the place you were heading to?" 40 asked after with interest. They knew that 60 was heading somewhere but she didn't exactly say.
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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 4, 2010 0:36:56 GMT -5
60 paused, looking over her shoulder as she proceded ahead in her trek, 21 still firmly attached to her waist.
"To the motherlode of all that survived this horrid war," she said simply. "And pick up supplies on the way. I'm supposed to be on a supply run but there is a small detour I want to make first... You are welcome to join me!"
60 continued on her way, picking up items of interest, fabric, and machine parts. She looked upon the machine fragments with increased interest, turning the over in her hands, tapping it before either throwing it aside or placing it in her pouch.
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Post by minespatch on Feb 4, 2010 18:25:08 GMT -5
"'Motherload', eh? Sounds inticin'!" The lower head of the Tens piped with enthusiasm. "Wait a sec, 'detour'" questioned the top head. "I'm curious as well, but what's this detour we're goin' to?"
40 just smiled and nodded as he attempted at bouncing instead of having to roll. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed, which made him grumble. His attitude changed when Vierzig saw the items 60 gathered. "Vhat you collectink?"
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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 7, 2010 16:02:05 GMT -5
60 simply laughed and smiled.
"You'll see when we get there. As for your question, 40, I'm collecting some parts for an experiment I'm doing. Can't tell you what it is exactly... But it's hush-hush, ok?"
She continued on her way, slowly tensing up as they walked on. The area they entered progressively became bleaker and the concrete and buildings gave way to a metallic world. Metal shone dully, the surroundings casting an almost surreal aura. The metal graveyard spread as far as the optic could see, the mechanical bodies of machines long offlined rose up and dotted the landscape like mountains.
But nothing was compared to the large warehouse where this graveyard resided near. The grey bombed out building stood tall despite the weathered appearance, only a few gaping holes showing real disrepair. And 60 nearly went nuts looking at all the parts. She bounded up to a large dimmed out optic that sat detached from it's body which loomed some distance away.
"What better way to understand how the machines endured if not by studying them?" She finally commented, tapping the optic and pulling out the protective lens to further study the internal mechanism.
"This place was were they made the first walker prototypes for the war, I believe. Some documents I've found, such as delivery and blueprints, all seem to confirm it." She climbed into the large optic, carefully working the aperture that served as the machine's eye. "Fascinating really, but so destructive..."
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Post by herio on Feb 7, 2010 17:37:04 GMT -5
21 let go but still stayed close to 60 “ I came here a few weeks a go “ 21 explaend walking up to a waker ” I had a house here before I whet to the apartment” 21 then numbly jumped inside a walker prototype I herd something down here so I didn’t what to take my chances” “ so 60 what part did you what ?“ 21 said voce ringing inside the walker prototype 21 was gutting it there were good parts here and they could save lives back that the medical tent if you knew how to gut them right
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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 8, 2010 2:01:43 GMT -5
"If you gents can find some rods, small pistons, and some power couplings it would be a great help," she responded as she tugged on a certain wire in the large optic. She muttered a bit before pulling out a makeshift blade and swiping the wire cleanly off and placing it in her pouch. She jumped out, moving onto a disembodied machine's head, it's inner workings, or brain if you will, protected by a dog's skeleton. She felt around, trying to find a weak spot in the skull to see the contents.
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Post by minespatch on Feb 10, 2010 0:36:43 GMT -5
"Oooh! Pistons! Pistons! Pisto- Vhat are Pistons?" 40 quipped a question to the Tens. "Well, from what I know, they help pump machines and keep them goin'. Similar to the workings offa lung in ah human heart." The lower head spoke. "How you know?" questioned Vierzig once more. "Hey, we heads know more than just yellin' at each otha, right Tensy?!" "I gues-" "Good! Know let's find what the 60-gal wants!"
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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 11, 2010 0:26:15 GMT -5
"Exactly," 60 quipped from the rubble she dug through. She held up an interesting mechanism to the light, tapping it curiously. It was a strange little device, of the like she has never seen before. It's polished surface gleamed with a newness that hadn't been around since the humans were still alive. There were symbols engraved in the octagonal device, buttons protruding from its surface. She cautiously pressed a few of the buttons, but it did nothing.
Somewhat disappointed. she placed it in her pouch, determined to find out how the device worked.
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Post by minespatch on Feb 11, 2010 19:38:22 GMT -5
"Hey- Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop eatin' that ya mook! That's a piston!" "Well stop flailing up there, just get that mechanism outta the big guy's mouth!" Once again, 1010 bickered, but this time at 40. Vierzig was constantly hungry, it wasn't really his fault to begin with. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to grasp the Tens thinking. "Oy... What are we goin' ta do with ya, big guy?" "Mein do not know..." "I was talk'n retorically, ya moron!"
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Post by herio on Feb 13, 2010 5:11:28 GMT -5
21 was concentrating on his working gutting the walker prototype and getting the parts 60 whated there was a body berried in ruble some of 60 digging had raveled part of 121 his hand the rest of him was under all all the ruble
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Post by AumbreSuai on Feb 13, 2010 13:42:53 GMT -5
60 dug around the pile of rubble, humming to herself a forgotten tune, ignoring the constant bickering of the Tens. She continued to scrummage around when, to her surprise, she found a hand. Curious, she continued to unearth an arm. Dread settled in the pit of her stomach.
"By George, gents! I think I found someone! Come and help me pull him out!" She exclaimed as she tugged on the revealed arm.
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