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Nov 22, 2009 0:25:48 GMT -5
Post by minespatch on Nov 22, 2009 0:25:48 GMT -5
"I would mind it if you don't touch my work" sneered the amputated doll. "These are representations of my mind and taking one removes a essense. Please leave, or I'll just take you as another machine, one to be killed".
Twent continously looked at the lank and diminutive youth with disgust. All 20 wanted was his peace, and interuption came once again. This time in the form of a stitchpunk.
20's hand stiffened with a intent to kill to boy, but moved away, running into a passageway of the hideout when realizing that it wouldn't solve anything. Though, with his figuring that running away from the character would be the best, but in fact that he was a coward. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Nov 22, 2009 1:24:20 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 22, 2009 1:24:20 GMT -5
21 analyzing a rat bone when the gully thing said “These are representations of my mind and taking one removes an essence" 21 he abandoned the bone and smirked. grabbing a bit of cloth that was on the ground 21 began to steal , anything not nailed down.
A long forgotten part of him self was horrified . At what he had become, but remaed silent
21 knocked over or broke more then the stole for the fun of it .then ran way from the grotesque thing with a bag full of stolen stuff , and was running towards a destroyed apartment block .
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Nov 22, 2009 22:03:43 GMT -5
Post by Arel on Nov 22, 2009 22:03:43 GMT -5
119 looked up to 88, pointing to a side room. "M-Maybe at 11's..." her voice box started up again, crackling. She huddled in 88's arms with her teddy. She smiled, happily and patiently awaiting to see daddy 0.
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Nov 22, 2009 22:28:50 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 22, 2009 22:28:50 GMT -5
88 smiled as the young stitchpunk shifted against her more comfortably. 119 was a sweetheart, despite her malfunctioning voice box. She hoped to get to know the youngling better over time.
"That's a good idea, 119. Let's take a look." As they neared 11's room, 88 heard the hushed, urgent tones of 0 and 11. She shifted 119 in her arms to free her right arm. She knocked on the framework to the writer punk's room.
"0? 11? Are you guys in there?" She called out softly.
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Nov 23, 2009 5:53:09 GMT -5
Post by minespatch on Nov 23, 2009 5:53:09 GMT -5
"Blast it.... Placid..."
A motto that Twent liked to use from time to time. His anguish and cowardice eventually faded away as he slowed down to take a sit. Though, his thoughts pondered on where to sit. He looked through the tunnel and notice even with all the objects of bone, stationary, and books, he gave up.
He stood and pondered on his own inginuity to find a object to sit on rather than dirty himself. Vain as he was, it was his clearly a case of a one-track mind with him.
20 then gave a dumb-founded expression and hit his head. Of course! He had a thread-roll on the back of his duster, being the size of his legs and enough size to survey the area too.
As he unpacked, the machine wheel evaded the theiving 21, and silently rolled to follow the reclusive grouch. Now, the machine followed not just for a body to follow, but curiousity as well.
Wheel, to be described, is a new machine. Not evolved, but programmed to be more articial intelligent than those created by the machine. To the knowledge of the machines, they didn't know who their new creator was, but they thanked for the life they were given. As for these minds, these robots still were incomplete as in touch of actual manners or social activity, speech for that manner.
The stitchpuck heard the machine but as usual ignored him as Twent surveyed the tunnel. Figuring what else he could take, he began to stand on the roll.
Even if Twent wasn't exactly human per se, he still had the problem with weight just as any stitchpunk does. So, with the dirt that his duster had on, he decided to remove as to loose more excess weight as he surveyed the ceiling.
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Nov 23, 2009 7:28:05 GMT -5
Post by 6&7fan on Nov 23, 2009 7:28:05 GMT -5
"What is it, 68," 325 asked as the other stitchpunk clicked and whirred. Although he had realized by now thtat 68 was mute, it still made him feel a bit better to ask. Perhaps he could tell him what he could see through gestures...
In any case, it was better than just standing here, waiting for who-knows-what to be stalking them. For that's exactly the feeling that 325 was beginning to get as he glanced upwards towards the dark windows above them.
There! He saw something move! He pointed upwards, gaining 68 and 28's attention. It was a dark shape scurrying along the window ledge that ran along the outside of the building. It's feet would make little scritch scratch noises every now and again as it paused to look down at them before continuing.
It dislodged a small piece of crumbling masonry, and the hunk of concrete fell down and hit a metal trash can lid, shattering the silence of the night with a loud clang. The noise brought mulitiple yells and hollers of alarm from the warehouse behind them, and 325 cringed as it seemed like it took an eternity for the noise to subside.
"What the hell is that thing," 325 hissed to his companions.
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Nov 23, 2009 8:48:15 GMT -5
Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 23, 2009 8:48:15 GMT -5
"Important, eh?" 11 asked. The collection of stitches that held her left eye on raised a bit. The leader definatly had a look of tension in him and on his voice, and this caught the female's attention more then anything. "You have my ears."
0 glanced over his shoulder, just to scan the room, and then turned back to the younger doll.
"You must remain silent about it. No telling a soul, understand?"
"You got it." 11 said, and made a motion of zipping over her lips.
0 nodded, and spoke in a hushed tone, "It's the outside. I've stayed up there many nights, but tonight it felt completely different. It was as though something terribly strong had been gaining power by the second... Whatever is causing this is not the beasts. I feel the weight of it even here... perhaps it is just my strong connection to the----"
He halted as he heard the female doll's voice echo inside. 0 glanced to the door, and then to 11. He made a motion over his lips. To this she nodded, but froliced to the door and pushed it open.
"Good marrow~." She sang with a smile, waving her sleeve. She looked the two over. "You're up late today. Zips and I were just having a convo about my sudden lack of inspiration... Hey, Zippy! 88's got 119 here, and she looks excited to see someone...!"
"119?" 0 asked, and briskly stepped forward, walking toward the door.
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Nov 23, 2009 13:19:50 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 23, 2009 13:19:50 GMT -5
If a rag doll could blush, that's what 88 would do now.
Maybe now wasn't such a good time to come... It seems like they were talking about something important... Despite 11's cheerful flitting around, it was 0's expression that gave the room a tense air. The tense gravity of the leader's whole demeanor filled the room and seemed to suffocate the female rag doll.
It's amazing how one stitchpunk's worry can affect everything surrounding him... she mused as 119 reached her arms out for 0.
"I hope that I wasn't interrupting anything important! 119 really wanted to see you and so..." Her voice trailed off as she handed 119 to 0, her musical hands whistling as she brought them quickly to her sides.
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Nov 23, 2009 15:17:21 GMT -5
Post by minespatch on Nov 23, 2009 15:17:21 GMT -5
As more the left arm reached for a piece of a butcher knife in the ceiling that he planed to use as a future contraption, 20 heard a pitch. Then a shake... Then... A rumble.
It's pupils widened with fear as a pride or robotic-rats charged in as a stampede. With what power he had in his legs, he jumped towards a piece of tattered hemp rope embeddeded in the ceiling that appeared as a fortunate gift to this sorry stitchpunk. With regret, he watched his coat and thread roll disapeer along with the rats.
Wheel, on the floor side of the debree tunnel of Twent's hideout, took to the side since being a thin moving wheel with arms and lights on it's hands for sensors. Tiny as it was, it was its own trait for keeping itself out of trouble. As for it's curiousity, that made it a polarizer for being attacked.
Hanging, Twent saw the little wheel shivvering out of trauma. He raised his eye in question, and fell hoping to ask some questions. Unfortuantely, even being able to jump is a different quality from landing. 20 landed on his knees making his joints retract.
Pain entered into his sensors and he land chest first, cheek last. Then he realized, questions might not be possible since he just made himself open to the enemy. Was he going to be left to be eviscerated by machines or live to just stare as he faded from existence?
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Nov 23, 2009 18:13:45 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 23, 2009 18:13:45 GMT -5
21 paused as the fog cleared a little
there was more rats they running into 20 hideout t was a bigger party then he had hoped "dam fog!!" mumbled then 21 spotted it crawling the wall of a building across from where he was unseen shape on the window ledge below him scratch scratch went its feet some wall fell down of wall hitting a garbage can in clanged then
21 herd voces and a scream a bit way 21 got his spear and shook his head “Ain't No Rest For The Wicked ” he said throwing a make sift grappling hook hover to the other building and ran across the rope
21 pointed his spear and growl dark deep and low at then yelling “my territory ” the rats stooped in there tracks they have a hive mind a few where stalking 85 and 325 the force first then the ones in 20 hang out to stop that growl and that voice made a shivers down the small machines back
the small scruffy killer had rolled in a week ago with his big spear and began hacking apart envying his size and giving larger things something to think about and when it was over getting up and using there insides to fix him self and that growl and yell
was all the signal they need to run for it the darted in fear from 20 hang out and far way from were 21 was having is next fight 21 ginned showing his metal teeth the moon light gave him small a adorable shape a scary slow witted look as he starred the unknown shape what eaver it was he was going to fight it
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Nov 23, 2009 18:13:55 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 23, 2009 18:13:55 GMT -5
28's optics narrowed as she tried to see what the shape was. Even then it remained a mystery. Still, it probably wasn't anything good, especially since it seemed to want to draw attention to this area.
Suprisingly it pulled out a make-shift grapple and used it to get to another building. 'Hmm...It's clever too.'
"Dunno..." She turned to 325. "Mind if I check it out?"
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Nov 23, 2009 20:37:34 GMT -5
Post by Arel on Nov 23, 2009 20:37:34 GMT -5
119 reached out to 0, smiling softly. "D-Daddy.."
She held her teddy with one hand by it's arm. It dangled, staring and smiling off into space. The small stitchpunk wriggled in 88's arms, continuing to smile.
"Daddy~" she cooed again.
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Nov 23, 2009 21:57:52 GMT -5
Post by NinjaOfTamashii on Nov 23, 2009 21:57:52 GMT -5
"119..." 0 said softly, taking the young doll from the caretaker's arms. He smiled as the small one hung by his hip and scarf in her grip. The leader leaned into her a bit, pressing his tattooed forehead onto her small one.
"Oooh, so cute!" 11 cooed. 0 laughed quietly, and looked up to 88.
"It's alright. 11 here was simply having difficulties with remembering stories, at least the ones she approves of... I myself like the one of the young lady who went to the humans and blended in as a low-class person..."
"Nope! Nuh uh!" 11 spat smartly, shaking her head. "No description or good dialouge! Ka-PUT!"
0 laughed a bit, adjusting his hold on 119, "It was a non-fiction document.... Well, she was just asking of my own ideas, remembering more of the human world then anyone... Well, it doesn't matter."
He turned to the small doll hanging onto him, "I'm more concerned about this one still being up past her bedtime. Your system needs to rest, you know..."
He faded off, thinking to himself. He looked up to 88, "Tell me, are the other children restless too, or just this little troublemaker?"
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Nov 23, 2009 22:15:12 GMT -5
Post by tomahachi on Nov 23, 2009 22:15:12 GMT -5
"Oh, I give up." 22 said throwing down the wires, "I'm never going to get this to work." He crossed his arms and sat there for a moment, tapping his foot on the floor, he never could sit still.
He looked down at the wires and sighed. Twitching some, he picked up the wires again and started working.
After awhile, without shocking himself, he connected two green wires together, then all the lights in the the whole building lit up.
22 looked around for a moment and blinked, a little confused with what he just did then smiled, "I got the lights to work.."
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19 yawned as she looked over her pocketknife. She looked up and blinked when the lights came on then smiled, knowing that 22 finally got them to work.
Though....she still had a thought in the back of her mind that at any moment....22 would shock himself and the lights would go out again.
She 'sighed' to herself, then got up and walked over to a small little bed she made for herself. She placed her pocketknife against the wall and sat down in the bed.
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Nov 23, 2009 22:17:32 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 23, 2009 22:17:32 GMT -5
88 pondered for a moment, tapping her rounded finger on her cloth lips.
"Yes, actually. Quite a few where still up. I was able to lull some to recharge, but many of them were fidgety. They kept whispering amongst themselves, as if something was bothering them... Is there something wrong?" 88's optics looked at her leader, confused and scared. To tell the trust, something too had been nagging at her, like something was out of place, but she had ignored it until now. She fingered the satin ribbon around her waist as she waited for an answer.
She jumped as the lights flickered on, bathing the room in yellowed light.
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68 let out an angry high pitched chirp as some rat machines headed their way. The machines stop short, as if confused before they were cut down by the patched up stitchpunk. He looked up to where 325 had pointed and he too saw the grapplehook that it used. Something was there alright. And it was mocking them!
Quickly, he slid down to where the other two were, chirping at them to give chase, gesturing toward the shadowed figure, which seemed to hang around the area. He pointed to 28 and 325 and then himself, then back at the shadow. We need to do something before that thing gets away! He thought anxiously, his optics locked on the shadow, lest it disappears from view.
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