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| Deleted User | Apr 15 2006, 02:02 PM Post #1 |
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Vis’tal was on its hands and knees, it’s bulbous head pressed against the ground as it’s tusk like teeth sifting through the dirt as it searched the edge of the field looking for a bit of sustenance. Latteners were large creatures, and thus needed a large amount of food, at least every now and then. Vis’tal was used to fasting, by now at least. Combat hardiness, survival training, and the like preparation all meant nothing on this foreign world, the thick air the different gravity, the bleeding, the fall, it was a surprise the whelp wasn’t already dead. It’s head rose, the white membrane over his eyes sliding back into its head as bits of saliva and dirt dripped from it’s mouth. In’ts mouth was a red pair shapped fruit, impaled between it’s tusks, rotating the fruit Vis’tal skinned the red pair, the peelings falling back into its gaping chasm. It was a matter of seconds until the whole fruit was gone, the beast twitching it’s head forward. With every jar of it’s head the gills in it’s neck were exposed, the gooey flaps rotating as they sucked in the air. “Glaved doe’us!” Vis’tal exclaimed, it was clearly a happy gesture, for it’s black eyes appeared lighter and it’s body was relaxed, not as tense as it had been ever since it ad arrived. Turning, Vis’tal looked for the red flowers that indicated another of the fruit that it had liked, letting its guard down so it could forage. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 15 2006, 04:17 PM Post #2 |
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There really was no point in being in a field full of berries. Ticktick didn't need nourishment. Everything he needed was already inside of him. The creators were nice enough to give him a sense of taste, but failed to mention that if he swallowed it, it would get stuck in his machinery. That had been two months ago, and it hadn't been pleasant. His favorite creator (she didn't realize it) joked with him that whenever she looked inside, she could smell strawberries. He missed her. And technically, that should've been impossible. They'd only programmed him with the basic of emotions: happy, sad, mad, scared. They didn't come to expect anything more. She had also said that Ticktick had surpassed all their expectations. That he had grown up. She was also the one that named him Ticktick. The clockwork boy sat in the shade of a fruit tree, smelling the sweet perfume that drifted down from the blossoming flowers. One of them had been dettached from its branch and fluttered down to rest in the palm of Ticker's hand. He stared down at it, delicated seperating the petals and observing the insides of the flower. He would've liked to give it to her. She would've smiled in that special way of hers and said what a good boy he was, how he always thought of her. ooc/ Playing the role of the dismally dramatic robot boy! XD |
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| Deleted User | Apr 15 2006, 04:47 PM Post #3 |
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Vis’tal rose from the dirt, another fruit in its mouth peeling it much as it had before. Bringing one of its armored limbs up it wiped the dirt from its mouth, the metal making a large grating noise against the tough tusk teeth. Alteration aside, Vis’tal was clean and fed; this was good for those were the only two things that it wanted, a simple creature, but a strong one. Shaking its head it reared back, letting the rest of the salvia fall back down in its throat. Vis’tal froze its back stiffening and its arm locking onto its oddly shaped blade, Vis’tal had heard something. It drew the blade; the sharpened edge came to life, the whole thing shaking back and forth with a white glow. Turning on its clawed heel it made a run towards what it had heard, the clanking of gears, the twist of sockets, machinery. Latteners hated complex machines, all the devices of his race focused on brute efficiency and power, an imitation of life would be no exception to its anger, if it found out what it was. “Cho’vilak! Est’opool dia’lek Tos!” The creature yelled, crouching to expand it’s lungs and make its yell louder, “Dous, nevit…” It at the ‘boy’, its vibrating blade held at its side diagonally, scrapping on the ground every now and then. The shady tree catching it’s gaze, the flowers being quite the sight for the being. But still, it kept it’s main focus on Ticktick, anger in its eyes as the pitter-patter of the machinery driving Vis’tal mad. (And I’ll be the frightened and confused alien that can’t speak worth a damn!) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 15 2006, 06:12 PM Post #4 |
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At the sound of scuffling and the sight of a gleaming blade in the cloudless sky, Ticktick looked up from his flower. And right in front of him was a large, hulking thing with very sharp looking teeth. And very odd looking teeth at that. The instinct to be frightened supressed all the programmed intelligence in his metal brain. But it seemed to him that this creature was frightened by him as well. Or he could want to make him lunch. The camera's behind his faceted iris's clicked as they zoomed in on the creature, catching glimpses of the juice dribbling out of its odd mouth. The pungent smell of fruit was drawn through his nostrils, the chip working furiously to identify exactly what it was smelling. Fruit. The creature liked fruit. Why, look at this. A fruit tree. And what was laying next to him that he had picked out of curiosity? Fruit! If Ticktick had had any concept of gods or godesses, he might have thanked them. Seeing as he didn't, the sense of relief flooded through his mechanized body. A hand grabbed one of the soft fruits and tentatively held it out to the creature. "D'you want some of this?" ooc/ We're like one big dysfunctional family! And for the purposes of this roleplay, he speaks english. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 17 2006, 08:59 AM Post #5 |
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Vis’tal remained in its’ crouched stance, turning it’s head to the side so its large eye could look him over, along with the fruit that he so eagerly offered. The incessant banging of machinery kept Vis’tal from focusing completely on him but he could get the general idea of what he was saying and offering. It seemed unlikely that he wasn’t hostile; most of the people he encountered had intentions other than giving it a nice fruit after all. Vis’tal was slow to take action, the humming blade remaining at its side as he stared at him. “Horrum’belle…” Vis’tal uttered from the back of its throat, a deep rumble in its words, “Fawn Doop’kis…” It finished, flicking its wrist and turning the blade off, the quick vibrations slowing to a halt, the blade now just that. It came to a stand, making a slow trudge towards Ticktick, its armor clicking and flexing as it hauled its body towards the boy. In the blink of an eye Vis'tal was right next to him, crouched down again as it brought the blunt end of the blade down to strike on his bicep, Vis'tals other hand wrapping around his forearm and holding it in place. The creature held its gaping mouth just infront of Ticktick's hand, the fruit drawing it closer. Instead of taking the fruit inbetween its teeth, impaling it like the others, Vis'tal did something different, it grappled the fruit with it's teeth, pulling the whole thing into it's mouth and letting it rest in the back of its mouth, the sap like drool coating it quickly, letting it desolve. The excess of the ooze dripping out of its mouth and onto his arm, a slight acidic effect to it, but nothing too serius. (Now the awkward silence ensues, having a crazy Lattenr drolling over your arm after you give it some food!) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 17 2006, 11:36 AM Post #6 |
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Ticktick giggled, yes, giggled, as the strange slobber trickled onto his arm. The creature's grip wasn't painful, but then again, Ticker hadn't been given pain receptors yet. But he was still afraid of being hurt. Not so much physically rather than emotionally, but poor Ticktick didn't know the difference between the two. It was what resulted when a person fools around with a machine and gives it feelings. He wondered if this creature had feelings. It seemed like it, considering the beast had looked very angry before he had offered him fruit. He also hadn't caught on to the reason why he aggravated Vis'tal. He wasn't aware that he could hear the minute clicking and clanking of his insides. So it was most likely not the best idea he'd had when Ticktick held out his other hand and reached up to slowly pet the creature on the head. Or, what Ticktick assumed was his head. Dogs seemed to like it and dogs also loved food and slobbered. Although Vis'tal couldn't be less like a dog if it tried, Ticktick made such a comparison. ooc/ Well. A silence with giggling in it. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 17 2006, 02:03 PM Post #7 |
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Vis’tal reared its head backwards, breaking its grip on Ticktick as soon as he placed his hand on his head. Its tusk-like teeth turning out to face him again, bring the arm that held its blade down to its waist, attaching it to its side. It closed its tusks again, swallowing the fruit that it had received whole, having clear difficulty swallowing it, but managing to get it down nonetheless. It produced a growl shortly after the giggle, in the Lattener culture growls were not meant as a hostile action, but more as a medium of society, much like a sigh or a yawn. “Sefien ceph’tag,” Vis’tal spoke, rapping its breast plate with its closed fist, “Vissory!” It pointed towards itself, showing that the given name was its own. True, Vissory wasn’t its real name, but Vis’tal would only tell that to people that it honored or trusted. He had only given him the name because of the passive gesture he had displayed, keeping calm in a manner such as this was very, bold. ‘Vissory’ took up his arm from his waist, wiping the fresh drool from its mouth and then kneeling, its face now pointed at the boy so its teeth were towards him, now safely in its mouth. This made Vis’tal look a bit odd, the angle of its eyes and head threw its perception off, but the creature did enjoy the light pet on its head, the tough skull irritated ‘Vissory’s nerves on its head and the pet was a well desired relief. (Haha, crazy culture clash!) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 17 2006, 08:57 PM Post #8 |
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"Vissory? Is that your name? Well, hello Vissory. I am TickTick." He did the same basic motions as Vissory had, pointing to himself with a jagged motion and repeating 'TickTick'. He was pleased that Vissory enjoyed being petted, it was certainly better than getting his arm caught in those viscious-looking jaws of the creature. The saliva might've tickled a bit, but the Ticker might've minded the sharp teeth digging into his synthetic skin. It couldn't be good for his wiring. Ticktick rubbed Vissory's head some more, grinning from ear to ear. "You like that, Viss?" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 17 2006, 10:50 PM Post #9 |
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It let out a purr, well, more like a soft growl, but still it was a purr, the light rubbing being soothing to the beast, but alas, it was one of the few things that did sooth Latteners. Most things either aggravated them or meant nothing at all, there was no pleasure for them, there was no ’sex’, there was no leisure, it was blood and honor. That was why Vis’tal had been so surprised, and so eager to come back, something soothing, something nice for a change. “Eech’ubi…” It grumbled, pushing its head against his hand, “ThickTick…” It said with obvious difficulty, nearly choking as it made the second ’t’. Shaking its body, it kept its head moving up slowly, its gills exposed from under its mouth, the gooey coat thicker now. Still though the drill of machinery was closer now, more so then ever, it could not be the boy, or at least ‘Vissory’ thought not, it had never seen a being that look so, human. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 18 2006, 05:58 PM Post #10 |
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Ticktick nodded delightfully, almost laughing at Vissory's attempt to pronounce his name. "That's right. Ticktick!" After a few more moments of petting/caressing the beast's head, Ticktick stopped abruptly. He slowly took his hands away from Vissory, looking down at them with a very serious stare. There was a ling at the end of his fingers, a sizzling feeling in his circuits. Just as he had suspected, a minute later there came a large ling sound as electricity buzzed in between the spaces of his fingers. Discharge. Discharge was not a good thing. It meant that there was a surplus of energy running through his body. In order to channel the electricity somewhere other than the air, he took one hand and planted it on the firm ground. The sparks dimmed, loosing much of there er. "Though if this keeps happening, Ticktick might not tick anymore.." The machine muttered to himself. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 18 2006, 07:11 PM Post #11 |
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“Dar’luo…” Vist’tal grumbled, his eyes shifting to glare at his hand, watching the electrical energy pass from him to the ground, it knew what that was, discharge. The light purr turned to a deep growl, this one much deeper in tone and pitch, this was much different then the previous few. The series of noises before it were unmistakable, the energy from his hand was that of a machine. ‘Vissory’ had heard of mechanical devices for peoples arms and legs, but there weren’t high energy requirements, hardly any at all. What did that mean though, was this boy a machine? Vis’tal rose, the glare pinned on him, “Mechanicalius?” The beast pointed at Ticktick, placing it’s off-hand on the hilt of its blade, “Thicktick Mechanicalius!?” It blared, its teeth protruding outward again; it was not sure what it would do if he said yes. It was a ‘nice’ person, but was nice good enough to keep him in one piece, perhaps. Vis’tal was not always like all other Latteners, perhaps the air had inflicted its thoughts, or the food was making Vis’tal more desperate, but it actually desired company. “Mechanicalius!?” It repeated, leering at him. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 18 2006, 07:25 PM Post #12 |
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"Ticktick Mechanicalius." The boy said, remarkably calm in the face of the roaring Lattener. To prove his point (not that it needed to be proved), he picked up a sharp stone from the ground nearby, making a small incision down the length of one finger. He did not wince, he did not make any noises. Pain was something felt internally, not from a cut or a scrape. He pulled back the skin carefully. The cut was just deep enough to show an array of wires and cables that ran through his body. One of the wires was sparking, the source of the electrical charge. He placed the hand over where his heart should've been, where only cogs and gears rested. "Ticktick. Like a clock. Tick tock." |
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| Deleted User | Apr 18 2006, 10:53 PM Post #13 |
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As soon as Vis’tal saw the wires the blade was unhook, sliding into its hand as natural as the air coming from your lungs. The blades handle tilted a bit, the blade now being held so that the point hovered just over his chest, the vibration function not turned on yet. The ‘tusks’ rotated around in there outward position, almost as if they were looking the boy over with ‘Vissory’s eyes. The blade was perfectly still, Vis’tal would make no error, if he moved he would be cut, it was as simple as that, but Vis’tal did not know that much about the boy’s layout. For all that it knew the machine before it could be stronger than itself, but quick thinking and well pounded morals were much faster then logical thought. The beasts off hand found its way to Tictick’s hand, holding it and taking so Vis’tal could look at the exposed wiring, its eyes filled with curiosity and rage. It’s hold was light, its head turning to look at it with it’s side mounted eyes, The arm holding the blade remaining still throughout the examination. “Thicktick…” It growled, the low tone rising as it grumbled out his name, “Fuuo’gi…” It kneeled again, letting its blade drift off from him, still drawn. It took the hand that was held and placed it atop its skull, letting its glare soften as Vis’tal released Ticktick’s hand, wanting the feeling back more then it wanted to run the blade through his metal frame, it was out of comfort, care, and general welfare, something the Latteners cared highly for. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2006, 08:10 PM Post #14 |
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Ticktick chuckled and began petting him once more. He was pleased that Vissory did not mind that he was mechanical, although he had seemed rather threatened when he had shown him the wires and sparks. He would've expected the same reaction from a human when they found out. Ticktick looked exactly like a human, every detail perfectly constructed. He had been built with attractive features, built like an angel she had said. It had meant a lot, back then. "You don't mind, do you, Viss? No.. you're content with me petting you. I envy you." The machine envies the creature. Picturesque, no? |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2006, 11:20 PM Post #15 |
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Vis’tal enjoyed the feeling of the machines light touch, phasing out the sound of gears and clockwork. Its ridged skull was covered with dings and cuts, ‘Vissory’ had seen its share of clashes and fights, battles and assaults. Though its thick skin covered that, making its head seem smooth and pristine, the green and brown texture reflecting the suns rays almost sickly. Latteners were native to a dark world, there skin changing with the bogs that they lived in, but when technology paved the way they moved, taking to new lands and homes. The being finally had enough, taking its head away and standing up again, putting its blade away, turning its head so its eyes could look at Ticktick with ease. It seemed to be staring at something just over his eyes, his hair to be exact. Having none of their own, Latteners were often enthralled by things humanoids had that they did not, hair, gender, race, love. It all seemed so trivial, so foreign, so intriguing. “Verd’at…” Vis’tal bellowed, “Ael Den’ark!” It took a step towards him, taking one of its large hands and placing it on his shoulder, having to lean down a bit to do so. It lowered its mouth so it was close to his head, is breath jetting out from the vents in its armor and blowing against his face as the creature looked at his hair. After a moment its tusk took a quick spinning motion, taking one single strand of the grey hair and slicing it from his head, the fiber disappearing into its cavernous mouth. “Thicktick Phraind!” It said as it rose and stepped back, staring him down, what it had done was a ceremony, a short one of both binding and remembrance. It did not eat the hair, it kept it, coated in a gooey sap on a small sack under its mouth, it now knew the boys smell, taste, and structure, the small lock keeping the data stored, it was like a system of tracking, used for these hunters of old. |
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