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| Deleted User | Apr 20 2006, 04:29 PM Post #16 |
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Ticktick watched with interest as the ceremony took place, his head tilting questioningly as the beast put a lock of his hair in its gaping mouth. Surely the spit would dissolve it? But it seemed as if Vissory was using it for a good purpose, sort of like.. a keepsake? The clockwork boy smiled as he realized what Vissory was doing. He was remembered. Sure, it was a creature who spoke words foreign to him that probably meant very little to this world, but Ticktick would be remembered. The sentiment pleased him. "Thank you, Viss. I have nothing to remember you by, merely these eyes of mine." He pointed to his optics with one pale finger, his pupils contracting and blinking for a moment, as if taking a snapshot. "There. Memory stored. I'll have the picture in my head till the day these gears of mine grind to a halt." Ticktick pushed himself off the ground, brushing his clothing off. He wore a simple white shirt with short sleeves and simple jeans, no shoes accompanying him. The shirt was rather baggy, it was a size too big for him. He had grabbed it that fateful morning and slipped it on before wandering into the main room, looking for Marie. "Where do you come from, Vissory?" He asked, looking up at the endless blue sky. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 20 2006, 07:53 PM Post #17 |
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Vis’tal took a step backwards, meeting his eyes with a brief look of confusion and fear; it did not understand what the gesture meant when he took his finger to his eyes after his statement about them. ‘Vissory’ doubted that it was a threatening act, but one thing that it had learned not to do was underestimate someone, when it had, it had been show its ignorance. Then relief rushed over the creature as he finished its second statement, a picture, an image, it was nothing bad, just an unfamiliar prospect. Since Latteners could remember one another from the smell, they had no need for such technology, photos and the like were unfamiliar territory for the being, it understood of the principle. Still though, it was a bit unnerved that the machine before it had a copy of Vis’tal’s appearance, but it almost felt like the boy had taken from him, much like the Gostos in early Lattener folklore. “Vog,” Vis’tal said simply, its homeworld, the land where Latteners had first walked and lived, the land of swamp and forest. It took its hand and placed it on its breastplate once more, taking its claw and tapping it lightly on the rock-like hand symbol that had been engraved in the armor. While it did so it nodded with a very serious tone, the engraving obviously had a great significance to the beast. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 05:54 PM Post #18 |
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"Vog, huh? Must've been a pretty cool place." Ticktick continued staring up at the sky, a yearning in his eyes that filled his entire body with depth and allowed him to hear the silent ticking inside of him, reminding him of his artificial beginnings. "I don't know where I come from. That world didn't seem to have a sky, or not one that I've seen. It just had a grey ceiling and was full of wires and computers. I think I have something a little like that symbol of yours." Ticktick stretched out his arm, taking his longing gaze off of the blue and looking down at his appendage. A long tattoo crawled down his arm, twisting bands creating a confusing pattern that spiraled down his arm like a snake. "I'm not sure what it means, but.. I'd like to think it means Maria." |
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| Faerun | Apr 21 2006, 06:02 PM Post #19 |
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|May I cut in, loves? Or would you like me to wait until a certain time?| |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 06:05 PM Post #20 |
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ooc/ Cut away, dah'ling. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 06:05 PM Post #21 |
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(I don't really mind, just say when you want to so I know when to post...) |
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| Faerun | Apr 21 2006, 06:12 PM Post #22 |
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|I'll write one up right away then. -smiles- Thanks a lot.| |
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| Faerun | Apr 21 2006, 06:25 PM Post #23 |
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[size=1]There was a small patch of grass that no one seemed to cut and perhaps, wouldn't cut until the body occupying it would take their leave. Her golden-hued eyes lay dormant beneath her lids and for a moment she was a peace, a word she rarely ever heard her mind whisper to her. There she lay, Faerun Yxeonomei, in the bliss of silence and her mechanical demise. With her sleeveless coat thrown to the side of her slender form, her wings lay unfurled beneath her and spread wide as the sun glinted sweetly off of them. The equalizer beeped in her ear as her arms were placed behind her head. Removing them from such a comforting position, she pushed a few buttons and her dark audurn hair swam into a dramatic vermilion. Faerun laughed quietly to herself, but it was choked to a halt at the sound of others. Closing her wide appendages tightly to her back, her metalled arm hit the soft plush ground after her human arm as she crawled on all fours. Peaking out from the tall grass, she tilted her head to the side in what she saw. A rather vicious looking creature in the company of a unique almost robotic boy, atleast that was what it appeared to be. She smiled softly at the strange innocence of it all, but she didn't feel the need to break such a moment. She would wait her turn like everyone else. "How interesting," she spoke in a serene tone. |Unfortunately I may have to continue this tomorrow I'm being booted, but feel free to keep going. I'll catch up.|[/size] |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 07:22 PM Post #24 |
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Vis’tal watched him intently as he spoke, keeping still and not making any more growling noises while it waited, like an obedient dog waiting for a command. It was consumed by the story he told, even if it was a rather short one, the beast couldn’t help but feel something for the boy, it was pity, but it felt different to the creature, it wasn’t the pity it had known, it was something greater, a stronger emotion. When he finished and stretched out his arm Vis’tal was quick to react, grabbing his wrist and shoulder and putting its eye close to his skin, examining his arm with the uttermost care. If there was one thing that all Latteners appreciated, it was origin, whether it was god, a random mutation, or primordial goo on a rock, they took interest in any case. It first followed one of the bands, from bottom to top, pulling his arm tight, then took to the other, growling a bit as it traced the other to the top. “Thicktick,” It sputtered, finishing its examination, “Mar’a…” It stuttered the close vowels giving Vis’tal’s voice a tough time. Releasing his arm Vis’tal stood completely, putting its arms at its sides and straightening its head completely, nodding. After a moment it tilted its head, the dome-shaped piece of its skull jarring to face Faerun, neither of its eyes finding the location of the noise, its poor eyesight not being able to trace the pattern of the words that it had just barely heard. (THAt was a fun post, I got to say 'primordial goo'! Tehehehehe!) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 10:01 AM Post #25 |
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Ticktick, being what he was, picked up the sound with startling quality. His eyes, too, zoomed in on where the sound was heard, the mechanical screeching audible as the cameras doubled their focus. He slowly edged closer to Vissory, wrapping a hand around the creature's arm. To him, it was a comforting gesture to be in close proximity to another, even if the 'another' was a beast with gaping jaws. "Over there, Viss. It's a gi.rl." ooc/ Curse my lack of a large post and curse the filter for making me ruin the dramatic tension! |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 12:42 PM Post #26 |
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Vis’tal turned, turned, hooking its arm so he could hold on to it easily and so that his armor would not pinch together on his or its skin. It had kept its head in the same position despite the fact that it had turned, allowing its right eye to scan the hilltops, still not seeing anything, her colors blending in with the swash of greens and browns that made up its vision. Letting out a slight whimper as it tried to see her, he nudged Ticktick with his arm, trying to show that it was confused. “W’eire?” Vis’tal choked, “Thicktick W’eire?” Still struggling with its speech impediment, it took the arm that was not taken by a clockwork boy and placed it on the hilt of the blade, letting out a small growl as it prepared for whatever Ticktick had seen. Attack was always seen as the first motive, a common Lattener thought, true, the beasts did have curiosity, but they only showed it after they had proved the target was not hostile. (Don’t know what else to put… ) |
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| Faerun | Apr 23 2006, 04:21 PM Post #27 |
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[size=1] She raised a thin brow as she realized her being noticed. "Over there, Viss. It's a gi.rl." She snorted sharply and, forgetting her place with her wings unfurled in somewhat defensive nature, stood in defiance. "I'm a woman thank you very much," she huffed in indifference. "And what exactly are you supposed to be?" Her feathers relaxed somewhat and twitched softly at a quickened pace. Suddenly she blinked quietly and ducked under the tall grass and quickly reached for her coat. |Writer's block....| [/size] |
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| Deleted User | Apr 23 2006, 04:41 PM Post #28 |
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Ticktick's eyes clicked into a fixed position, a very odd quality to them. They seemed fake for a moment, cold and unfeeling. Metallic, if you will. His stature changed as well. He grew straight, his joints clicking audibly as he stood with perfect posture. His lips relaxed and unfurled into a straight line, his grip on Vissory's arm grew increasingly light. "I am Unit 0023, formatted and produced by the Yggdrasil Corporation. I am what one would call a 'clockwork doll'." His voice was utterly deviod of the feeling he had retained seconds earlier. It was hollow, resounding in a monotone. For a minute, Ticktick had no human qualities. He was a machine. But the phase passed as quickly as it had came, a familiar smile settling on his face and his eyes regaining personality. His voice, too, became melodical. "But I'm called Ticktick." |
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| Deleted User | Apr 23 2006, 05:29 PM Post #29 |
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Vis’tal drew it’s blade with its off hand, flicking the switch on the bottom that caused it to shake viscously. The blade humming with its regular quality, the piercing monotone of its friend made the sound all the more focused, the chorus making ‘Vissory’ all the more cautious of his companion. It let its hooked arm fall slightly, taking up a stance that allowed for a versatile array of attacks, defenses, counter-attacks, and the like, it wouldn’t be a simple berserker on this encounter. “Thicktick ethi’dia!” Vis’tal shouted, clearing its throat with the bleating call, “Thie…” It said with a crude distinction, trying once more to speak a common tongue but failing miserably. It wondered why Ticktick was so casual in this situation, how could he be calm when that, harpy lay before them, wings spread. He was a pacifist or something of that nature, is what it assumed, for now at least. |
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| Faerun | Apr 25 2006, 05:28 PM Post #30 |
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[size=1]Slipping on the thin coat, she ran a hand through her rouge mock and felt the breeze against her face, her body being turn towards the wind. With her eyes closed she replied softly once again. "Pleasure to meet you, TickTick," opening her optics slightly, she saw the smile creep across his icy-features and smirked in light amusement, "I'm never heard of a 'clockwork doll' before, nor of what I am. But that's off the subject." Maybe it would be hypocrisy in saying this, but she was very skeptical of this 'TickTick' and his apathetic voice. But who was she to contradict? She brought her wired hand up to her face, the sunlight gleam brilliantly across the titanium, and she shook her head darkly. Machines couldn't be trusted, not even herself. She took a hesitant step forward and crossed her hands over her chest. "You may call me Ange, if you wish it so. And I am a cyborg. The first of it's kind." Maybe she had confused him or maybe she had enticed him even more. She cocked her head to the side at this creature and gave him a strange look as his blade's humming caressed her ears. "Put that away. No one's dying today," her annoyance rang loudly through her voice, "Had I wanted you dead, sir, you body would have already been a feast for the crows."[/size] |
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