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| Topic Started: Jun 26 2009, 05:44 AM (1,850 Views) | |
| Box | Jun 26 2009, 05:44 AM Post #1 |
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Timeframe: June 22nd, @ 12 pm Madison had been searching with nearly no breaks for the Eye of Horus, almost obsessively so, roaming the Internet for any kind of information on it whatsoever. He had come across much - videos of the recent chaos with Apocalypse, rather perverted "fan sites" dedicated to the female members of his team photoshopped to be in fairly provocative situations (upon finding them, he instantly deleted them and a bit of their sourcing in the overkill onslaught) conspiracy theorists with much to say but little actual information or ideas, but nothing in regards to what he really needed to find. The Hellfire Club had hidden their tracks too well, and he was having no luck being able to find this on his own. But he did find something. Something he truly did need to find. It was so well-protected to have been encased in a virtual fortress, with security software guarding it, and treacherous viruses, worms, and spyware lurking all throughout the surrounding areas. But inside, there was no mistaking the truth - the rest of him was inside, locked away. It was rather impressive what Sinister managed to create, and rather telling of just how much he and his master wanted to ensure that their 'god of technological progress' remained in their servitude. He was a powerful force in cyberspace, fast, creative, and powerful, able to mold the surrounding data much like it was metal, plastic or glass in the physical world, but this was far beyond his capabilities. He didn't want to, but he had no choice in the matter - he needed backup. He jacked out and back into his reliable old Box mechanical body, and immediately knew what he had to do. It was a simple enough operation, really - adjust the chest cavity system, tweak it here and there, widen the lens, lengthen the digital conversion corridor, and link it to the modem instead of the robot., and voila. He was ready for the hard part - asking for help. He sent out the signal to available X-Factor members, a simple text message: Please meet me in the basement if you can. I have a favor to ask of you - [] |
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| Satyr | Jun 26 2009, 10:43 AM Post #2 |
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Ostensibly, this was about peanut butter. With all the trouble with getting food, because of that nasty Famine thing in the midwest, it hit the Morlocks the worst. Now, Poe was pretty good at getting edible stuff out of the garbage, and after a few weeks of being a mutant, Sarah discovered that her stomach was made of sterner stuff than what she thought. Maybe it was mutation, maybe it was necessity. If she really wanted to, she could test it out, and eat maybe an old boot, or a tin can or something, but she didn't want to find out that she was wrong, and then have to go to the hospital because she ate a tin can. But, with less food to go around, people were more prone to cleaning their plate, which meant there were less scraps for Poe to bring home for everyone. The Morlocks were getting hungry. Caliban sent her to hitting up their allies, the X-factor people, for some supplies. Not a bad idea. Satyr knew a couple X-Factor people, and she was good with people. But she was also somewhat lackadaisical and easily distracted. So, she'd most likely come back with some peanut butter and bread, and canned foods, just like she said, but she also would most likely be a few hours late with it. She clip-clopped her way through the X-Factor house, passing a scary looking robot dog. It must have recognized her as a Morlock, or something. Or maybe she was just good with robot animals. Its eyes did go purple, but it didn't try to pursue her, so that was good. "Hello, Alex?" she hollered, while knocking on the door of room 4b. If he wasn't in, she could always go and try to find Taser-Guy from the tunnels. |
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| Volt | Jun 26 2009, 07:45 PM Post #3 |
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Jonny had been working hard. Things were starting to settle in Mutant Town now, over two months after War's attack on the city, and their constant back breaking work was not needed as ceaselessly as it had been in those first few weeks. Mutant Town was recovering quickly thanks to those who had survived. Powers came in handy, yes indeed they did, and the mutants who made this their home were not going to sit back and let it collapse around their ears. They would evolve. That was their skill right? But Jon, who had resumed his temporary command of X-Factor during the Bossman's recovery, had been working his electro-charging powers to the bone, so, he was taking the day off. Currently, he was slumped on the couch in the lounge, a plate with a boloney sandwich on his chest, a beer on the floor in easy reach, and a cheesy movie on the tv, though he was alternating between dozing and semi wakefulness so he wasn't paying much attention. His phone buzzed in his pocket. "Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto..." Box's ringtone, and he sat up, barely remembering to take the sandwich plate off his chest before it fell to the ground and broke. Flipping the phone he saw Box's message and he frowned. "Never a day off around here." "Hello, Alex?" a voice cried out. Jon rolled his eyes, "Bossman better get well quick, I'm getting tired of being the grown up around here." He slipped off the couch and was not too surprised to see the little goat girl he and the Art-Man had mean in the sewers. "Hey, Sarah-Satyr, you clip clopped from the tunnels and call out for other men without so much as a howdy-do for me? And, here I thought we had a connection." He feigned a pout for all of two seconds before he said, "Wassup, Buttercup? How goes it in the Land of Morlocks?" Whatever Box needed could wait like five minutes, probably, or he'd have sent an emergency page. |
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| Alexander Legard | Jun 27 2009, 03:55 AM Post #4 |
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A hot dog. That was all Alex wanted. That's all he'd been craving for the last few days. Just a hot dog. The worst part, other than the fact they he hadn't had one yet of course, was that Legard wasn't even the biggest hot dog fan. He knew exactly what was going on in those little mystery meat American staples. All sorts of bad things, that's what. Just the thought of all those fat people crowding into a ball part eating pigs ears and knees and whatever else ended up in hot dogs made him a little queasy. But Alexander must have been a masochist then, because even though they were pretty nasty on the whole, Alex wanted at least one in his stomach right then. While normally he'd only eat those Hebrew kosher hot dogs, at the moment even those generic brand-X "you're asking for worms" hot dogs would be fine. He'd probably get really thin for a while, but that'd just mean he wouldn't have to diet. There was really only one obstacle between a hot dog crazed Legard and a nice ballpark frank. There weren't any out there. That EM pulse that had swept the world had really played hell for a lot of the perishable food items sitting unbought on store shelves. The power had been back on for awhile now, but all those hot dogs had gone bad a long time ago, long before Legard had started jonesing for them. Since then, hot dogs really weren't the biggest thing on the minds of the American consumer apparently. Unbelievably, there were cheaper foods than hot dogs, and that's what was coming out of those factories these days. Which was what needed to be happening, Legard didn't want anyone who had just lost everything to have to scrounge to buy food, but really. Just on hot dog. One hot dog anywhere. Alex had it on good authority from the rumor mill (ever since Apocalypse, a whole new gossip topic had started showing up, where to find rare foods in the city) that he could probably find some hot dogs in Long Island, or Jersey City. Normally that would be no problem, a quick fly to some fine purveyors of nasty ground meat products. But flying around had become a little complicated since Apocalypse. Long story short, Alex had gotten himself caught in that world wide EM pulse, and when ever he tried to sublime his body his synaptic impulses were a little frazzled. For the first few days after the storm is was terrible, but it had gotten better. Now about half the time he didn't have any violent reaction from turning his body from a gas into a solid. Since that was more than really any other person on the planet could say, Alex wasn't super upset. As long as he kept getting better, Legard could deal with some downtime from his powers. So despite having little chance of getting a hot dog in his foreseeable future, Alex had gotten up for another day in post Apocalyptia. A day in post Apocalyptia apparently begins with a nice warm shower while singing along to the best of the seventies. Then a visit from a far more cute version of Mr. Tumnus. Post Apocalyptia didn't seem that bad actually. Except for the lack of hot dogs of course. Alex was drying off in the Bathroom, getting dressed, when then he heard someone a knocking on his door. There was some sort of voice accompanying it, but Alexander couldn't really tell who it was. They sounded like a lady though, so that was promising. As Alex was quickly sliding on some sandals, his cellphone began to vibrate, accompanied by the tune from Sandford and Son. Alex had never watched an episode, but irony was the name of the game these days, and Alex was not to be left behind. He read the text message on his way to the door. Huh, ignoring how sketchy it was that Box was trying to lure people down into the basement, the fact that Box needed help with anything in his domain was a little odd. Only thing down there was machinery that only Madison could understand. He also had access to a giant robot, so moving things around shouldn't be a problem for him either. Maybe the knock on the door was related. Only one way to find out. "I think she just recognizes an alpha male when she sees one Sparks." This came along with an adonis pose in the doorway, arm flexing and all. "But really, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from my favorite subterranean dweller." Legard wasn't joking. Most of the other Morlocks were pretty hardcore. Sarah the goat girl was really anything but. "Oh, you know what that Box message was about Jon? Assuming you got one too." |
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| Strong Guy | Jun 27 2009, 04:07 AM Post #5 |
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“What’s this?” Guido checked his phone and read the text. “Cryptic message? From Madison??” His incredulity would have been more potent if he hadn’t been alone…in the bathroom…with his pants around his ankles. “Can’t that guy ever stop thinking outside of the box?” He did a rimshot drum roll on the stall door that shook the whole frame. The one thing he was happy about was that the Factor had public bathrooms that were plenty big enough. Guido hurriedly finished his bidness and stopped to wash his hands just as an unfortunate janitor entered the public facilities. It was clear by the look on his face that he knew what Guido had just been doing. Guido whistled tunelessly and tried to play it off nonetheless. “Smells like rain,” he said looking at the ceiling. Then he hustled it out of there, leaving the confused and choking custodian behind. Moments later he was strolling into the basement, the same annoying whistle still on his lips. “Hey Madmax,” he said to Jeffries. He looked around. So far they were alone. “What can I do ya for?” It wasn’t that this was really all that strange. Okay, maybe it was a little strange, but for a guy in a robot suit what was normal? |
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| Puck | Jun 27 2009, 05:33 AM Post #6 |
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It was go time. Puck received a text message from Box, and it was time to hustle. Luckily, this damn cell phone contraption was pretty straightforward to use. Damn technology these days, with the kids and their internets and cyberspacing. Puck just didn't see the attraction. Why didn’t these kids read a damn book for a change? Puck stood at the doorway of the X Factor HQ, his hair completely wild and out of place. That silver haired kid, Tommy had done him a solid and ran him here. A severe wind gust, and only a few seconds later, they were here. Puck was impressed. He'd thanked the kid with hearty handshake and walked in the door. He was expected. At least he hoped he was. The text message said Basement, so that’s where he was heading. Looks like Box must have set him up with security, because he walked into the front door, right past a big mechanical looking dog thing, without batting an eyelash. He put on his mask, made sure the 'stache was in place, and headed on down the stairs. As he got to the bottom, he caught the sight of a familiar face. Guido. This was gonna be fun. "Hey Guido! Fancy meeting you here, pal!" He turned to... what he thought was Box, "So where are we headed, Jeffries? Just point me to who you need me to teach a lesson to. I'll teach 'em real good..." |
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| Wanda | Jun 27 2009, 07:57 AM Post #7 |
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The witch stood over the brazier as smoke billowed from the blackening plants that used to be African Violets. Strictly speaking, Wanda didn’t control the weather, but as her hands made strange motions in the blue-grey smoke, the wind picked up, carrying the scent of the violets throughout the city. It wasn’t the first time she’d perfumed the city; the first time had been cedar and myrrh, for purification and strength, which they especially needed after those first few weeks for digging out of dead from collapsed buildings and collecting the unfortunate ones who’d been washed out to sea. She left the fire to burn and gazed out from her rooftop over the city, her brow furrowed in contemplation, not over what had happened – the wheel of Fate had turned and she would not reverse it. “No one said that Fate was kind,” she reminded herself, though a treacherous thought whispered through her mind, ‘you could change it. People are suffering down there and with a wave of your hand, you could make it all better. Is that not what your magic is for?’ Sinister dark shapes stalked the streets, feeding on depression and sadness. Fear and worry and hunger plagued the people of Mutant Town. It was so tempting… “No,” she told herself. She had burned fern, sage, sweetgrass, and many other herbs, which subtly shifted the fate of Mutant Town to good fortune and uplifted the mood of people; that would have to be enough. Mutant Town would have to live or die through the efforts of the people, not by the whim of one lone witch. Something in the distance beeped and because the people of X-Factor knew Wanda, hers spoke Box’s message, because trusting Wanda to notice it and press the right buttons so just asking for trouble. It spoke, and moments later, with a sweet smile and trailing the scent of African Violet, Wanda descended. |
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| Satyr | Jun 28 2009, 07:35 AM Post #8 |
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She was at first confronted by a familiar face. Jon, the taser guy from down in the tunnels. It was almost a bit surprising that he was the first one to run into her, and also that he remembered her name. C'mon, she couldn't have been the only half-goat he met that day, could she? Seriously, though, was she such a freak that the de facto police chief of Mutant Town thought she was weird enough to mentally catalog? Not only that, but he remembered her little troubles with her name and her codename? How embarassing. She wanted to fall through the surface of the earth. She stammered some nonsense about not knowing if he'd be in, when she was saved. "I think she just recognizes an alpha male when she sees one Sparks." This came along with an adonis pose in the doorway, arm flexing and all. "But really, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from my favorite subterranean dweller." Thank goodness, I was really sounding like an idiot with all those 'um's, she mentally breathed a sigh of relief. She laughed just a touch at Alex's little strong man pose. "You might want to lift some weights some there, Lego," she quipped, "Also, I beat out the Mole People?" She straightened out her posture, trying to project some more confidence. She was here for an important purpose. "As you guys may have noticed, its been a lot harder to get food. I mean, I brought as much as I could from my old room at NYU, and Poe's been pulling a lot of hours trying to find stuff for us, but people are getting hungry. I was hoping that you guys could help us out a bit? Tommy, the chick with the pretty hair? Yeah, she's starting to lose weight and its not like there was a lot of her to begin with. " "Uh, Box?" She said, not quite clear on about whom they were talking. |
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| Volt | Jun 28 2009, 08:24 AM Post #9 |
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Sarah stammered and hemmed and hawed around him in a way that was incredibly cute and very fetching, and he'd probably fall in love with her if he wasn't already in a serious relationship with Maria Hill, Agent of SHIELD... well, they'd been on a dinner date, but he had gotten a good night kiss which made his toes curl. He did love aggressive women folk. That had been the attraction he had to Mina. It was hard to wrap his mind around dating someone else, even though he never had any trouble flirting with other girls, even when they were married. But one, that was his donor, not him, and two, Mina had moved on. Jonny was managing to live his own life now, he was getting better at not living as his donor had. He was his own man. Legard wandered in and he and Sarah chatted a bit, before she mentioned that the Morlocks were in need of food. Jon nodded, "We'll get you a care package to go, Sats. How many morlocks are down there? Rough count? Anything else you need? Water? Blankets?" Legard questioned him about the message from Box and Jon shrugged, "Maybe he has an itchy motherboard and he needs someone to scratch it, I dunno. I just shock things to death, I'm not a robo-scientist." He glanced at Sarah, "You wanna see something cool? We have C3P0 downstairs. Wanna tag along and ask him if R2D2 really showed up on set drunk?" He headed downstairs to find Guido and Puck down with MetalMan, Wanda entering around the same time, looking as scrumptiously scarlet as ever. "What's all the hub-bub, bub?" |
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| Box | Jun 29 2009, 03:19 AM Post #10 |
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Madison looked around at the people gathered, automatically performing scans and file updates on them as they entered. Wanda, Guido, Jon, Legard, Eugene and a young woman he did not recognize, and would certainly have remembered if he did. Satyr? Faun? He wasn't certain which mythological creature she most resembled, or if there was even a difference between the two (he wasn't the most avid reader of C.S. Lewis's, though he had read the books as a child). "Excellent. It is... pleasing that so many of you have responded. I suppose I should just cut to the chase. I have found myself, so to speak, or rather, the parts of myself that were forcibly removed to accomodate my enslavement to Apocalypse." He had to pause at that, acknowledging in his own way the unpleasantness of the time and his own shame and guilt in his involvement. So much death and destruction had come about as an indirect result of how he was used, and many who had survived, including the team's own leader, were forever altered in part because of what he did to them. "I have found my missing attributes, the pieces of my personality that, due to their absence, have prevented me from regaining my humanity both physically and emotionally... and as much as it shames me to admit, I am unable to recover them on my own. The defenses built around it are too potent and I would be killed in the attempt. As such, I am forced to request your assistance in the recovery, though I would rather you not be placed in peril for my sake. I have adapted and rerouted the technology that transforms the user of the Box robot into electrical energy to instead convert the human form into digital data which can roam cyberspace freely. What I request requires that you be transmuted into digital data to assist me in fighting through Mister Sinister's defenses and reclaiming myself. And so I ask, is this something you are willing to do?" |
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| Alexander Legard | Jun 29 2009, 05:28 AM Post #11 |
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Legard was frankly taken aback by Satyr's rather hurtful statement about the condition of his muscles. Or, as the morlock was insinuation, lack there off. He was so taken aback in fact that he clasped one hand defensively to his chest, before reeling his head back as if from a blow. "Why I never! Really I'm just hurt, although I have no idea what you're insinuating, as I'm the undisputed arm wrestling champion around these parts. You know, not to brag or anything" Alexander wasn't exactly lying, he had beaten Jet once. In a two out of three match. In the third round. "Yeah, well I guess you do. Not much a contest really. The mole people didn't invite me to their monthly bowling session last week, and I can take a hint. Although the CHUDs sent me a pretty nice care package, so watch yourself. It's a really battle royale for my affection out there." Apparently Satyr was on the lookout for some provisions to bring back to her people. It wasn't totally out of the ordinary for the Morlocks to run low on certain foodstuffs throughout the year, fruits in the winter, dairy products in the summer. Not like they usually came around town asking for handouts, but still, didn't take a Sherlocke Holmes to figure out when they might be in a spot of trouble. The only neighborly thing to do was to pitch in some supplies every now and again, there were growing mutants down there who needed their vitamin C and Calcium after all. With this whole Apocalyptic famine situation going down, they must have been hurting bad. Suddenly Legard felt all sorts of guilty for jonesing after a hot dog so bad. He should be thankful he wasn't down in the catacombs starving. They had more than enough food, they could certainly spare some for their occasional allies. Jon seemed to agree, which didn't really come as a surprise to Alex. Jon was good people, and even if X-factor had been down to two squares a day, he would have tried to find a way to give what he could away. Ignoring the fact that it would keep a group of oppressed mutants alive for a little whiles longer, it was a smart strategic move. The Morlocks helped X-factor out before, someone a little more cold hearted could just think of giving them some food as payments rendered for past services. However, Alex didn't know of anybody who thought like that in X-factor. Box's mystery text certainly was...well, a mystery. Jon didn't know what it was for either, and he was supposed to be the brains behind this operation. Ok, maybe brain was stretching it. He was supposed to be the boyish grin behind this operation? Yeah, that worked for Legard. Satyr didn't know who (what?) Box was, so there went gentleman Jon, offering to show her around. Alex assumed he was invited to, so he followed then downstairs. Jon gave a colorful description of Box, one that Alex doubted he would appreciate, and the aerokinetic couldn't help but chuckle. "He's talking about Box. He's sort of a robot man" Legard said this with a casual shrug "although I don't know if I'd call him an expert in human relations, so I think the similarities with '3PO end there. I have heard he does have a tribe of small furry folk who worship as if he was a god though. So I guess they're not so different after all." "Lady, Gents" Alex said by way of greeting as descended into the swanky basement bachelor pad. But he was forgetting his manners "Oh hey guys and Scarlett Witch, this is Satyr, she's a Morlock. Satyr, these are the guys. And Scarlett Witch. I think some of you have meet her before. Er, I think most of you have actually. Well now I feel silly." Then Box explained why he had gathered them all there, and Legard was shocked. He had never heard Box speak that many words before at one time! Maybe it had something to do with his lack of humanity that allowed him to speak, maybe Madison wasn't comfortable around people, while the more robotic side of him couldn't care less. Oh, and there was that whole cyberspace transformation thing. That was pretty crazy. Crazy enough to work? That remained to be seen. But Legard didn't really have anything better to do. "I don't want to vouch for anybody else, but I'm up for it. Where do I plug in?" |
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| Strong Guy | Jun 29 2009, 08:57 PM Post #12 |
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In strolled Puck before Box had a chance to answer and flipped a wave toward Guido. So this wasn’t all about Guido then? Well, that was probably for the best. Unless…Guido wondered if this might be an intervention or something. Nah, Puck’s demeanor was far too casual for that. Guido returned the wave just as a small host of additions entered. He had no idea what was going on, but it was shaping up to be something interesting. "Excellent. It is... pleasing that so many of you have responded. I suppose I should just cut to the chase. I have found myself, so to speak, or rather, the parts of myself that were forcibly removed to accomodate my enslavement to Apocalypse." Guido folded one arm over his chest and put a hand to his lips thoughtfully with a gentle nod. “I see.” He had no idea what Box was talking about. "I have found my missing attributes, the pieces of my personality that, due to their absence, have prevented me from regaining my humanity both physically and emotionally... and as much as it shames me to admit, I am unable to recover them on my own. The defenses built around it are too potent and I would be killed in the attempt. As such, I am forced to request your assistance in the recovery, though I would rather you not be placed in peril for my sake. I have adapted and rerouted the technology that transforms the user of the Box robot into electrical energy to instead convert the human form into digital data which can roam cyberspace freely. What I request requires that you be transmuted into digital data to assist me in fighting through Mister Sinister's defenses and reclaiming myself. And so I ask, is this something you are willing to do?" For a second Guido was in danger of daydreaming while Box made with the explanation. Something about rerouting and splicing and roaming free on the range or something. “Now we’re talkin’!” Guido said at the end of the spiel. He’d picked up the words ‘fighting through Mister Sinister’s defenses’, and he emphasized his enthusiasm with a balled up fist to his own hand. He wanted a piece of that guy for the hand he’d had in the whole Apocalypse thing. “Digitize me, baby,” he said to Box. It was right about then that he started to think about what he was saying. “Heh,” he said to Sarah, “I think I saw this movie already.” |
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| Puck | Jun 30 2009, 01:27 AM Post #13 |
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have found my missing attributes, the pieces of my personality that, due to their absence, have prevented me from regaining my humanity both physically and emotionally... and as much as it shames me to admit, I am unable to recover them on my own. The defenses built around it are too potent and I would be killed in the attempt. As such, I am forced to request your assistance in the recovery, though I would rather you not be placed in peril for my sake. I have adapted and rerouted the technology that transforms the user of the Box robot into electrical energy to instead convert the human form into digital data which can roam cyberspace freely. What I request requires that you be transmuted into digital data to assist me in fighting through Mister Sinister's defenses and reclaiming myself. And so I ask, is this something you are willing to do?" If you had asked Puck to repeat back what was just said, he'd probably get to "I have found my..." before getting frustrated and punching whoever asked in the face. This was clearly some sort internet thing with the flying cars and the twittlers with the myspace dot com, but he didn’t care. Box needed him, and he was gonna be damned sure he was going to be there, doing what he could, even if it meant listening to some damn computer crap. Puck's experience with computers had been pretty minimal at best. The rig they had at FLIGHT had been an utter piece of crap. Sure, Jeffries could tell you all about how state of the art the thing was, with the all the megahertz and whatever else the damn thing had, but all Puck knew was that whoever invented the damn thing or put it together, or programmed it have such an attitude? Bums. All of 'em. The digitizing part... ok, that was new one. When Guido mentioned movies, suddenly, Puck had a flashback to the 80s. Wasn't there a movie where some guys got sucked into a computer, and they had some fancy bikes, and there were neon colors everywhere? What was that movie again...? "So, is this gonna be like some Mega Force kinda thing, with the lasers and the neon suits? Whatever, just plug me in! I’m going first." He punched his fist into the palm of his hand a few times to psych himself up for the task. He met the gaze of the others, gauging their willingness as well. They were here for Box, so that was good enough for Eugene. They were good eggs. "Let's do this!" |
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| Wanda | Jul 2 2009, 06:28 AM Post #14 |
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One by one they arrived, all of them here for Box; looking at his metal form and glass eyes, she couldn’t think of him as Madison. Madison, whom she’d danced with and laughed with and who had given her a metal bracelet of intertwined roses, seemed very far away. She, like most of them, listened politely to his explanation. Words were like the rocking ocean, full of crests (words she knew) and valleys (words that weren’t gibberish and disappeared as meaningless and without context). “I have found my missing attributes, the pieces of my personality that,” and ocean wave dipped into a valley, “... and as much as it shames me to admit, I am unable,” Wanda’s gaze roamed the robot’s square, boxy torso and head as she waited for the words to become clear again. “As such, I am forced to request your assistance in the recovery, though I would rather you not be placed in peril for my sake. I have adapted,” … down, her fingers idly toyed with bangles on her wrist, and up... “And so I ask, is this something you are willing to do?" While the others asked where they should plug in or some such, Wanda didn’t bother, Box might answer the question and it would still mean nothing to her. “I do not understand what you said, but people often do not understand what I say too; you did not, the day we fought a troll in tunnel, and yet you still went and trusted me. So, I will trust you too.” And gave him a soft smile. “What do we need to do.” |
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| Volt | Jul 2 2009, 10:22 AM Post #15 |
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Electrokinesis / Cloned Origin
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Box went on a loooooong blah di blah that Jon didn't really pay much attention to until he got to the end and the cloned clown's eyes went wide as saucers. "Whoa ho ho, chuckles, let me get this straight. You want to beam us into the computer like on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when they beamed that kid into the television, because unless there's a mattress sized bar of chocolate on the other end I am not seeing a lot of incentive." He clapped his forehead with his hand and said, "What am I saying? Not only do I get to play blue fairy and help my automaton buddy become a real boy, and the first one to make a fairy joke is going to get punched in the nose, but also I get to be turned loose in teh interwebs which is pretty awesome." He leaned over to Puck, "What say once we're inside we wander off and search for Box's personality in the pay by the minute sites. Rowr." He waggled his eyebrows. "As long as we don't have to talk like lolcats, I can haz adventure." “I do not understand what you said, but people often do not understand what I say too; you did not, the day we fought a troll in tunnel, and yet you still went and trusted me. So, I will trust you too.” Wanda said beside him, and Jon smiled. "There you see, anyone who can fight a troll is surely..." He did an exaggerated double take, "Wha- HUH?" He put his hands on his hips, "Wandy, I told you that the next time you found a troll you were supposed to bring me his haunches so I can make my famous troll fu yung. Heavy sigh! My genius will go unexpressed." Turning back to Box, he said, "Seriously though, Jeffries, I do have a question here. I'm Incredi-Boy and all, but my powers are electricity, how is turning into digitalized bits and bytes going to affect that. I'm damn good at what I do, and I can kill you twelve ways till Sunday without my powers but lets be honest, I'm not on the same league without my zappy powers." He held up a hand and let lightning dance on his finger tips. |
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