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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on May 13, 2012 20:56:39 GMT -5
Location: Residential District: Shopping Center
((March 24, 2521. Anyone welcome.))
No one would know a pseudoroid when he wasn't swooping down to try to make some poor schmuck into Kentucky Fried Humanoid or Kentucky Fried Reploid. Especially if that pseudoroid in his civilian form was Hivolt the Raptoroid, who would right now appear to be an odd reploid. He had a broad green fedora pulled forward to shade his eyes. His green, shaggy hair hid his eyes further, casting a shadow over his face while he walked into the fried-bird restaurant. He adjusted his large brown overcoat over his wings, which were neatly tucked against his back.
He pushed his way through the line, knocking humanoids and reploids alike aside until he was at the front of the line. He then slammed his fist against the counter, wrinkling his beaky nose. "You. Make me a twenty-piece fried-bird bucket and make it snappy. If you don't, there will be consequences."
He didn't care about the beings around him. He was in it for himself no matter what. Even if someone around was going to stare, let alone mess with him, Hivolt already had a response planned. After all, screwing around with him always met with consequences.
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Post by prometheus on May 13, 2012 21:34:27 GMT -5
It'd been about a week since getting the Model W out. Prometheus just wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Yes.. he was staying with that Julianne girl, but it wasn't like he wanted to. He felt obligated to. It wasn't just because he had nowhere else to go, but Pandora. She was staying there.. and he wasn't about to let his sister just stay with complete and total strangers on her own.
No way!
Of course, he'd been a bit of a rebel since he began his stay. For one, he wouldn't really eat anything that wasn't touched by himself or Pandora. And when he was offered something to eat? Flat out turned it down.
....And there's what led Prometheus to this restaurant to begin with. This is where they got food, but he wasn't sure about how the process actually worked, let alone he had to pay actual currency for the food. Good old dad.. didn't even teach them the fundamental aspects of living in the real world.
Prometheus approached the counter, his hair flowing behind him as he took each step. "Yeah, I want some chicken." That's what the guy before him had ordered, right? So obviously they sold chicken here.
...Birds. Prometheus didn't really like birds.
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on May 14, 2012 11:34:49 GMT -5
Hivolt glared at the scrawny little reploid that had approached. At least, he thought the reploid was scrawny. Probably didn't have enough parts on the framework to make him worth turning into Kentucky Fried Reploid a cyber elf. But he felt that urge. That overwhelming urge. He just wanted to fry this guy with a lot of zappy bolts.
Then again he wanted to fry everyone in the building. And make a fried Humanoid-Reploid bucket out of them all while Cyber Elves freaked out at seeing what Hivolt wanted to do to their edible bodies.
He sneered and mimicked Prometheus like a parrot. "I wan' some chickens." He then rolled his lazy red eyes. "They have to make mine first. That's just how it goes. Because I was here first, obviously. And if they don't make mine first, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences."
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Post by prometheus on May 15, 2012 6:28:45 GMT -5
Prometheus felt quite angered by the brat standing before him as he mocked him. He was hungry and just wanted some freakin' food! And there was no way he was going to eat whatever Julianne or Aven made! Even if it did taste good, he wasn't taking anymore gratuity from them than he already had to.
"Who cares if you're first?! The only thing that matters is if you're stronger than the rest, and a mere bug like you.. can't be stronger than me."
Instinctively, Prometheus grabbed at his pouch with the Model W in it. No, he didn't open it, but at least he'd be prepared if he needed to give this guy the old fashion slice and dice.
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on May 18, 2012 17:00:51 GMT -5
Hivolt's face showed a dangerously happy sneer. Had he angered this little pest? Clearly he had. And clearly, since he'd enraged the little whelp, he could keep enraging him. Truly, it was a vicious cycle that the Raptoroid-in-Humanoid-Form enjoyed far too much.
He gave a brash, cold laugh. "Looks are deceiving you little fool. I have a lot more power than you know...or could ever know." He followed this with a sardonic laugh, narrowing his eyes. "You must really want to tempt me...to show you my true power, huh? What can a little insect like you do anyway?"
He suddenly gave a cocky purse of his lips and shrugged, then turned around, almost fluidly, and lurched toward the counter. That's right, he was going to give a cocky Tahno swagger. He then snapped his fingers at a few of the workers, almost as though to demand they hurry up with his bucket of fried chicken.
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Post by prometheus on May 21, 2012 22:24:25 GMT -5
Oh, angry wasn't the right word. Sure, Prometheus wasn't in the greatest of moods, but he hadn't quite hit angry. No. He'd hit plain psycho before hitting angry.
"More than I could ever know? You wish! You have no idea who you're dealing with!"
Things were starting to get serious. Had his own trademark insult just been used against him?! Oh... he wasn't going to have that. Not at all. Prometheus reached into his pouch, grabbing his Model W. It wasn't about the chicken, it wasn't about the fact that this guy was claiming to be superior..
NO ONE... called him a bug and got away with it!
"I'll show you what I can do! I possess the power of Mega Man..!" He thrust his hand out of his pouch, Model W clenched in his hand. If someone didn't come and stop him soon, all hell was going to break loose in this poor restaurant.
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on May 29, 2012 20:52:00 GMT -5
Hivolt snorted. This little insect thought that he was scaring the almighty Raptoroid? No way was Hivolt backing down from this little insect. No. Lower than an insect. Maybe an amoeba. Or worse. An ameoba's fecal matter. that's what this brat was!
The kid just kept going, it seemed. Hivolt shook his head, laughing lowly. The low laughs would lead to dark chuckles, and the dark chuckles to full blown psycho laughter. He then put his hand on his face, laughing out louder.
"You, one of the chosen? Don't make me laugh! I've fried reploids like you for breakfast." Hivolt laughed louder. "I'm not scared of you, nor will I ever be."
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Post by prometheus on Jun 4, 2012 7:25:44 GMT -5
Prometheus was caught between doing one of two things. One thing he could do was beat the living daylights out of this guy using his Biometal.. knowing full well the rules of this Innerpeace, or he could try to coax Hivolt into fighting him in another location.
..His stomach growled a bit. He was really getting hungry too. Best not to fight on an empty stomach.
"Grrr..."
He pocketed Model W for now. "You know what? I'm hungry. I'll take you on AFTER I get some food in my damn stomach."
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Jun 4, 2012 21:44:06 GMT -5
Hivolt himself was caught between two things. He could transform into a pseudoroid right here, right now, and take out half of Innerpeace. Or he could just keep taunting this guy so he could transform and say he was doing it in self-defense if those pathetic humanoids and reploids got up in his grill about it.
Oh how he wanted to take on this piece of amoeba dung. But his own stomach was starting to growl and his order was coming up soon. Maybe.
He grimaced. "Hmph. We hold off until we have food. But then...WE FIGHT!"
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Post by buckfire on Jun 20, 2012 20:28:43 GMT -5
And as a ploy to help move the thread along cause it's getting too hard for Prometheus to post in this thread.. I offer a new sacrifice. His name is Bu- *shot*
Just another day of selling small little trinkets on the street corner. Yes.. Buckfire had made a little EC off his extremely limited inventory today, but it was at least enough to eat well today. He really needed to get a job.. or at least a hobby. Then maybe he could make money off that hobby. Yeah! That worked!
It was just then that the Pseudoroid walked passed a small restaurant. One smelling quite a bit like chicken, and.. something else. He couldn't quite place what that something else was, but hey. It had to be good, right? "Hmm.. Me getting hungry. Chicken sound good right about now."
And in the Pseudoroid went, in humanoid form of course. He did feel the need to wear the chieftain headdress today, which was.. giving him rather bizarre looks. He went to the counter, looking at the menu. What to order...
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Post by prometheus on Jun 20, 2012 20:36:58 GMT -5
Prometheus continued to glare at the man, his stomach lurching once more. Shut up stomach.. It was bad enough that he had to put up with this freakin' moron..
But it was as Prometheus waited for the order that would not come because he didn't have the money that... that guy came in. And that headdress.. looked awfully familiar. Hadn't one of the Pseudoroids had something like that? Eh. What did he remember.
...So badly he wanted to just take Hivolt out now, and now this guy.. yet he could hear his... roommates for lack of better term.. telling him not to kill. That had been the deal for him to live there.. hadn't it? Damn...
"...You know what. You freaks can have this restaurant. I can find somewhere more decent to eat! I'll let you live for now.. but don't think you've won this!" And out the door he went.
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Aira & Model I
Grunt
Nurse of Horror
This will only sting a little bit...
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Post by Aira & Model I on Jun 21, 2012 10:57:49 GMT -5
((OOC:better make Aira breathe or else she will die in my hands, this seems a suitable thread XD))
Nothing is better than a little day off. Sadly for Aira, that doesn't mean much, she hasn't met anyone besides her colleagues at the hospital and they are the ones filling her spot on work. So she is kind of alone, still it could be worse, she could be working hard and not getting paid, yeah that's worse.
Speaking of money, now that she had some,, she wondered if she could spend it on something more than the basics... it's lunch time... So why not hit a restaurant of some sort? She rarely ever eat lunch in a restaurant so she just picks the first she spots.
Looking trough the glass it seems some sort of fast-food restaurant, could be worse, but a little grease won't do any harm to her splendid feminine figure. So she could treat herself for this time, and thus looking at the menu that is usually fixed on the front door.
Not exactly the most varied selection, it mostly has chicken on the menu, that's not good for the business and still there are a lot of people going in. This cannot be, there must be some trick to this restaurant to get so many customers.
Out of curiosity she wanted to see the whole menu before entering, some of the words were quite small actually...
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Post by Hivolt the Raptoroid on Jun 21, 2012 19:12:57 GMT -5
Hivolt had been to the point that he would have transformed right in the middle of the restaurant, not giving a crap about how many of those weak humanoids and reploids saw him. After all, he could have crunched them all to chewy, crunchy bits once he was in Raptoroid form. And then Prometheus suddenly backed down. The raptoroid twitched madly, then squawked with indignity despite being in his humanoid form. "Yeah! You just run you little coward! UNCLE VOLTY COULD HAVE TAKEN YOUR HIDE!"
He fumed, digging through his pockets for the wallet he'd nicked from a Reploid earlier. "OI! I SAID MAKE MY STINKIN' CHICKEN ALREADY!"
He hadn't quite seen Buckfire come in yet--at least until he got to the counter. What an odd oker with such an odd and stupid headdress! Hah! He had more fashion sense in his pinky than this joker had in his whole body. He couldn't help but give a mocking laugh the whole time.
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Post by buckfire on Jun 23, 2012 15:25:02 GMT -5
Oh yes.. Buckfire was definitely hungry, and staring at this menu was making him even hungrier. But what to get...?
There was chicken...
...More chicken..
...And even more chicken!
Eh. The chicken sounded good enough. He cleared his throat, attempting to get the attention of the poor cashier who would be forced to listen to this man speak in his famous broken english. "Excuse me. Me want three chicken with biscuit and potato. Very hungry.. am I."
Oh great.. Now people were laughing at him?! Buckfire shot a quick glare at the one doing the laughing. "What so funny, hmm?"
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Aira & Model I
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Nurse of Horror
This will only sting a little bit...
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Post by Aira & Model I on Jul 8, 2012 15:23:43 GMT -5
So there were already people at the counter when Aira came in. And they seem to be in some sort of argument. Aira would love to pretend she doesn't hear anything but she can't because she has to go there and apparently everybody else is already served.
She stood behind the two of them, staring at the ground but then noticed that there are various employees at the counter so she could give them her order while she is waiting no?
Moving to another end of the counter she said: "Uh.. two jumbo-sized buckets of chicken wings. One is to bring home."
As she said earlier, a little grease now won't do any harm and will hardly make anything on her beautiful figure. The employee made a strange face like thinking how the hell Aira is going to eat all of that. Again it is just an exception, Aira doesn't eat like this usually.
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