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Nov 25, 2009 1:24:10 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 25, 2009 1:24:10 GMT -5
68 was itching to jump into the fray with 28 and 21, but there were other problems that they faced. More rat machines were drawn to the fray and were curiously surrounding the fight. He started hissing and clicking angrily, warning the machines to keep their distance. He heard a resounding crack as 28's head connected with the wall, but as soon as he turned to help, the machines inched closer. He quickly resumed his position and angry mechanical chirping.
Arg! 28 needs help! But if these machines come closer, we might be overwhelmed. He clicked and twittered angrily, until he heard the two talking. He clicked and whirred in a questioning tone, rather as close to questioning as he could get, at 28, asking in his own way if she was alright. It was times like these that he wished that he could talk...
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88 nodded in understanding.
"Sometimes that happens with my music. The inspiration just... slips away," she sighed, as her ribbon slipped through her fingers. She glanced at the big volume that 11 pulled out. "By any chance, do you have Pride and Prejudice? It's one of my favorite classics."
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Nov 25, 2009 1:58:57 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 25, 2009 1:58:57 GMT -5
28 looked over at 68's questioning tone. "Don't worry we're good over here." Then she noticed the gathering machines. 'How did I miss those?!' she asked herself angrily.
She turned to 21. "Well just so ya know, I'm 28. Think you can make it through another fight?" She made a motion to the rat machines.
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Nov 25, 2009 2:18:23 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 25, 2009 2:18:23 GMT -5
It had been a long day and still 21 was able to grab the few sands of his mind together and get up as the dam rats regrouped he be having a war with them he had been wining and wolud of been safe next door but no he had to fight the spider
And it looked like the rats were ready to play 21 got some duck tape and pulled his arm back together he felt better after this and he stuched his arm back on 21 all ways had a kit for repairs it was just so dang necessary when your alone he place the kit back insade him self the job has haphazard done but it wolud hold
then he took his spear back and ran towards the rat and slamed the frst ones head open and when for another "ha dam rats"
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Nov 25, 2009 2:41:52 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 25, 2009 2:41:52 GMT -5
Seeing that there was no need to keep the rats at bay, 68 let out a shrill sound as he lunged and slashed at the machines. He attacked ruthlessly, yet calmly, twisting and turning gracefully, aware of his surroundings. Slaying one machine after another, the rat machines seemed to come in waves, two coming into the place of every one he destroyed. They nipped at his legs and arms, despite his dodging, the machines everywhere.
They're slowly tearing away at us, 68 realized when one machine slipped past his guard and was able to slash his leg open. Grunting in pain, 68 kept going, another realization coming to mind. Why was there so many? Never before had there been this many machines gathered in one spot. It seemed like they had gathered to this one spot for one purpose... to bring the foursome down.
This is not good...
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Nov 25, 2009 3:01:34 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 25, 2009 3:01:34 GMT -5
21 was cracking there heads open and slashing them to paces makeing them die is what he live for besides from steeling theses new stitchpunks why were they out at this hour there was no time to think there were rats to kill after having his arm nearly torn off he wasn’t going to be able to fight them of then he wolud have to run for it then one rat machine slipped past 68 guard and cut his leg open
21 grumbled something he has going to regret this
but fighting threw the rats throwing them way from him or spiting there head open 21 got to this 68 and got out his kit and stitched up his leg quickly and haphazardly and put the kit away
“i say we run" 21 yelled and then made a hideous growl at the rats they were frozen in fear the litte stuffy machine killing sociopath had been fighting is own kind and down for crount and was up agen that froze them in fear as 21 ran for it
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Nov 25, 2009 3:29:58 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 25, 2009 3:29:58 GMT -5
The patchwork 21 did on 68's leg was so quick that he didn't even have a chance to freak out. Not many things scared the stitchpunk, but the thought of someone sticking a needle or fixing him scared him to death. Why he had this immense, crushing fear he didn't know, but he knew he had it. Stifling a shrill shriek, 68 backed away from 21, shaking considerably, almost missing what 21 had said.
To calm himself, he gripped his blade and destroyed another machine that ventured too close. Somewhat less tense, he chirped and nodded in agreement, though he was reluctant to simply admit defeat. But he knew that staying there would result in their demise. He chirped again while bringing another machine down, looking at 28 and 325 for confirmation.
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Nov 25, 2009 3:38:04 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 25, 2009 3:38:04 GMT -5
he stoped when 68 wasn't running with him 21 was confused why 68 had trembled in fear when he had fixed 68 he never meat some one who was sacred of a needles and thread before
looking at them they were cleaner them him this was confusing were they new or something 21 looked at him self he felt very dirty but rats were rounding up on that 28 he met to he ran back and slamed one of them that was going for 28 is growl threat dident last very long
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Nov 25, 2009 7:24:58 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 25, 2009 7:24:58 GMT -5
'OK, if I get out of this I really need to get a better weapon!' 28 thought as the rat machines began to surround her. She spotted 21 attack one of the ones surrounding her. The other machines turned at this new threat.
28 charged into the group, slashing with her knife. Ignoring the pain as one machine got her already injured arm, she managed to make it through to her companions. "Let's get out of here."
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Nov 25, 2009 8:15:05 GMT -5
Post by 6&7fan on Nov 25, 2009 8:15:05 GMT -5
As more of the rat-machines flooded out of the alley, 325 looked over at his comrades and the rogue 21. They were cut and hurt and trying to hobble away towards the safety of the warehouse.
They'd never make it in time, the soldier realized as he wrenched the head off of one of the rat bots and hurled it into the growing swarm.
Unless...
325 fought and battered his way to his fallen knife, slashing with his steel-clawed hands and making a wonderous mess of things. As he bent to snatch up the knife, a rat-bot leaped through the air and landed on his back, ripping fabric off of his shoulders as it clawed at him.
In a blood-mad rage, 325 picked his knife and knocked the rat from his back, cleaving it in two. He hurled the broken pieces into the swarm. The soldier brandished his knife and shouted.
"Go, you guys," he ordered as another rat slashed his leg. He stomped it into the cement. "Get to safety! I'll hold 'em as long as I can!"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a tiny voice was screaming at him that he was condemning himself. Another rat got through and ripped his arm. But he couldn't care less as he picked up a shattered rat body and wielded it and the knife in a whirling, smashing, shattering cyclone of destruction.
He gave the rat bots the grin of someone who's not afraid to die. He was made for this...
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Nov 25, 2009 15:07:58 GMT -5
Post by minespatch on Nov 25, 2009 15:07:58 GMT -5
The more Wheel pushed Twent, the more agitated the doll became. His Id told him that he must attack the machine so he came to focus on, but the ego said let him push. This was a free ride after all.
Though, a free ride wasn't the basis of his sight now, it was these "rats"...
Surely, he didn't know what a rat was until he was born for in his old creator's study, there was a encyclopedia on animals, vegetables, and minerals. One page struck his curiosity, one on rodents. As he read the section while ignoring the corpse of his feminine creator, Twent realized the bone structures of rabbits, rats, and mice. Their eliment of having kinks in the leg area made them quicker than a lot of larger preditors. So, Twent realized this event came as a adventatious benefit.
"Wheel-creature, move me faster..." 20 bellowed with a more optimistic approach to ordering. His thoughts came into tuition as the robot finally heard. The noises coming from the machine squeeled like that of joy but of a rapture of determination with the tracts burning of his speed to follow the other stitchpunks who were continually on the move as the antagonists springed with malice and claws.
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Nov 25, 2009 16:04:49 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 25, 2009 16:04:49 GMT -5
21 going to run for it but like before with 68 he cant leave some one in need also there was going to be a show down with these rats anyway why not now
the arm pain would pass so would the coluled vision he watches as 325 knife cut threw them as the the others run
“I got no where to run ” it was honest he knew the apartment block had been found out it had that’s spider then these’s strangers he had to find a new place after he knew were the were going he wasn’t aloud hay there home there be case who whats a
small dirty stuffy patchwork stitch punk who only knows how to kill and steal he had made peace with that a long time ago no one whated him be for no one what what him now
so he did the only thing he knew how to do fight he would win agents these’s rats like before then he 325 shoved him into an on coming rat his arm got really damaged “ that’s for throwing a knife at me!!” he yelled at 325 smiled when he gave back the pain he gotten and went right back to helping 325 killl the rats
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Nov 25, 2009 16:22:19 GMT -5
Post by hackerwarrior on Nov 25, 2009 16:22:19 GMT -5
28 ignored 325's order, rushing back into the fray. She raced around the machines, hacking at their wires whenever she could get a good hit in. Never abandon a comrade... Those distant and familiar words echoed in her mind as she fought. 'If one of us stays, I'm staying.'
Of course when she witnessed 21 shove 325 towards the machines and saw him smile she once more began to doubt this new stitchpunk's sanity.
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Nov 25, 2009 16:33:21 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 25, 2009 16:33:21 GMT -5
He dident like seeing others in pain but there a funny felling returning pain my it be machine or stitch punk he growled slamming his spear into the rats head and growling and smiling evilly as he killed the rats
this was his calling to kill that’s all he ever did there where down times were he got lonely for others but fining them the rather steel there stuff
but such is life his adorable body contains a violent angry greedy unremorseful killer reedy to kill what ever came for him thye rats numbers were dwindling slowly as the night went on " i think were winning!"
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Nov 25, 2009 17:48:23 GMT -5
Post by AumbreSuai on Nov 25, 2009 17:48:23 GMT -5
68 stubbornly held his ground, slicing open another machine. 28's philosophy was similar to his. Either they all go or they all stay. Simple as that. Besides, his leg was repaired enough to be able to move. His optics flew around the battlefield. They were taking some heavy damage and wouldn't last long, especially since 21 seemed to have something against 325 proven when the small stitchpunk pushed the other into the enemy.
Suddenly, he noticed strange clicking sounds emitting from the rat machines, as if they were chanting some phrase over and other. The clicking grew and swelled, lulling back into a quiet chatter before growing to a full voiced crescendo. To tell the truth, it was kind of calming, in an annoying kind of way. He tried to decipher their garbled mechanical language, clicking a bit along with them.
Blast it, I should have learned their language when I had the chance... he mentally scolded himself.
But...what could they be saying? he wondered as he listened, keeping his optics on the machines.
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Nov 25, 2009 18:27:46 GMT -5
Post by herio on Nov 25, 2009 18:27:46 GMT -5
He knew that sound “feck….” 21 stopped and grasped the nearest arm and began dragging them out of the fray “i know a safe place” he yelled dragging who ever hoping having there friend would be a hint to run to higher ground he had a felling what they were calling wisent going to be good rats are one thing
A spider fight a few days of fighting and only a spear no traps is not how to fight
he stopped at the crumbling apartment when inside " up here" then and climbed up the rope
He kind of hoped that they come up with him more hands to fight of this rat invasion “good they haven’t found my bace yet” he panted looking around he get a better shot from up here he got his a bow and arrows out
and looked around around he was going to miss the record player the other stuff well was commonplace as he played one last song " Louis Armstrongs A Kiss to Build a Dream " it was the only record he could find and whated to see if they come up he hugged his knees and watched the hole
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