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Be Glad
Feb 13, 2012 15:12:12 GMT -5
Post by midnight on Feb 13, 2012 15:12:12 GMT -5
Location: Outlands
February 16th, 2521, all welcome
There was so much silence, so long, for a hundred, possibly hundreds of years. It felt like... well, death, to be precise. Midnight wasn't sure what to think if it, but vaguely, he could hear voices. Was he waking up?
"What an odd reploid... I don't think he's even a reploid." A female voice spoke up.
"I don't think so either. I modified everything to fit out credentials and to legalize him. We'll let him loose just to see what's going on." A voice, male this time, replied.
"Is that even legal?" There was a reply.
"Considering what our headmasters had done? Nothing seems legal these days. We'll have spies keep an eye on him."
Midnight had given them the slip this time, moving into his armor and wearing a brown cloak to cover his face in the cold chill. A triangle shape tattooed his forehead, which he constantly rubbed, trying to rid him of this... grotesque marking that separated him from humans. No different from the past, really.
"..." Those members of Legion had tried to get information rom him on who he was, but he remained mute about it. Nobody needed to know, after all. It didn't matter. Ever.
Midnight stepped over the remains of a mechaniloid, his eyes and audits poised to listen, feel, smell, or see anything out of the ordinary. He was very alert. Any sort of movement might spark his wary attention.
Not Legion though. They would die in an instant.
Off to Innerpeace it is, then...
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Be Glad
Feb 13, 2012 18:00:00 GMT -5
Post by arcanwyveroid on Feb 13, 2012 18:00:00 GMT -5
It had been two years since Arcan had broken himself free from his would-be "masters." Here he was, in the middle of the Outlands, alone.
Alone... And Free. After one-hundred and fifty-eight years, he was finally free from his past, his enemies, his controllers.
True freedom at last... And Arcan wouldn't let ANYTHING take it from him now.
Suddenly, his senses picked something up: a sort of rubbing sound, but it was soft; like rubber on rubber. Arcan approached the direction of the sound to see a reploid, poised and alert for any activity.
Arcan decided to make himself known, if he wasn't discovered already.
"Hey, you!" Arcan called, his gruff voice piercing the silence. For whatever reason, he decided to keep his vest unzipped.
In more civilized areas this would be an unwise decision, for it revealed the telltale sign of his being: a Model W fragment embedded within his chest, clearly visible and warning all that Arcan was no reploid, but a psuedoroid. There was an oddity about Arcan's Model W, however: the triangular cap was blue rather than orange, indicating Arcan's dominance over his true nature.
Arcan stood stalwart, arms stiff at his sides, but any bystander could easily tell that he was ready to move at a moment's notice, whether it was for the pistol at his hip or a swift feat of evasion. Though his eyes showed inquiry, they were also colder than steel, speaking volumes of experience beyond the apparent years of his young-adult body frame.
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Be Glad
Feb 13, 2012 20:43:53 GMT -5
Post by midnight on Feb 13, 2012 20:43:53 GMT -5
Midnight's gold audits swiveled around, his stoic expression neither telling Arcan whether or not he already knew he was there or not. So a fool had decided to try and talk to him now? Doesn't matter. Try and remain as friendly as he could... though that was next to impossible to do after just being woken up and just coming out of one of the costliest war.
"..." Midnight looked over Arcan. He caught his eye on the core that was embedded in his chest and he wondered if it was even a smart thing to do. He wasn't aware of the bimetal himself, but it did kind of look like one, but different in a way... he couldn't quite put his lip on it.
Midnight adjusted his position, his body loose and lax, ready to spring when he needed to, but still focusing all of his attention on Arcan, letting him know he's caught this robot's eye.
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Be Glad
Feb 13, 2012 21:49:14 GMT -5
Post by arcanwyveroid on Feb 13, 2012 21:49:14 GMT -5
Arcan simply stared at the other reploid, and the other reploid stared at him. A short, awkward silence passed before Arcan decided to speak.
"What's up? What's your name?" Arcan asked, feeling a bit more relaxed. At least the man didn't attack him on sight.
A strong and stoic type, Arcan figured. He could work with that. If worst came to worst, there weren't many problems that a good bullet between the eyes couldn't solve.
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Be Glad
Feb 16, 2012 21:14:49 GMT -5
Post by midnight on Feb 16, 2012 21:14:49 GMT -5
Midnight stared at the other. Well he wasn't aware of the other in his situation, but he didn't say anything about side of his greeting. Should he answer? Why not. Nobody knows about him anyway, he was, after all, a complete mystery to everyone. He then adjusted his cloak before staring at the other.
"... Midnight." He simply spoke up. Who was this man anyway? Oh well, he didn't care anyway. Why stay close friends or know about anybody when they'll just die? That's all that he learned anyway...
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Be Glad
Feb 20, 2012 17:38:01 GMT -5
Post by arcanwyveroid on Feb 20, 2012 17:38:01 GMT -5
"Midnight, huh? Well..." Arcan said, trailing off to observe the dead mechanaloid that lay before Midnight's feet. He gave a quick smirk before returning to his stoic disposition.
"There's tougher things out here than that. Anyway, I need information. Where's the nearest city in this wasteland?" Arcan asked, not caring whether he got an answer or not.
If he did, he'd go to there. If he didn't, he'd wander until he found one. Either way, he was confident in his ability to handle any of the usual mooks in the Outlands, so he'd be fine on his way to civilization.
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Be Glad
Feb 23, 2012 0:55:21 GMT -5
Post by midnight on Feb 23, 2012 0:55:21 GMT -5
Midnight snorted in contempt as Arcan commented about the thing that lay beneath his feet. Honestly? He couldn't care less. He'd been through worse than what's going on either way. The robot looked back at Arcan as he asked where the nearest city was and he pointed in a westward direction.
"Cinque Ville, also known as Innerpeace. It's off that way. Nice place. I'd still watch out if I were you." He spoke up finally. Midnight wasn't headed over there yet. There were some places he wanted to explore before he'd consider going into civilization. He isn't exactly a well received type anyway, with his combat abilities.
Made him wonder why they let him go.
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Be Glad
Feb 24, 2012 17:32:21 GMT -5
Post by arcanwyveroid on Feb 24, 2012 17:32:21 GMT -5
Arcan nodded, and looked toward the direction of Cinque Ville.
"Thanks. I guess I'll get going then." Arcan said, wasting no time in heading off toward the city.
Midnight, huh? Maybe we'll meet again someday. Maybe as allies... Maybe as enemies. Depends on if I feel like shooting something at the time. Arcan thought to himself as he marched off into the night.
[[OOC: If Midnight doesn't try to stop Arcan, this will be Arc's last post in the thread. He might return at some point at a later date, though.]]
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Be Glad
Feb 24, 2012 21:24:20 GMT -5
Post by midnight on Feb 24, 2012 21:24:20 GMT -5
Midnight watched the other carefully. His subtle movements made this man wonder. He did have an air of authority, as if he owned the place around him as he walked, but he just merely nodded to the other as he left the area. Short, sweet... simple. Now... Midnight turned around to walk in a different direction.
"... till we meet again." He murmured before leaving his own dusty footprints in the ground. He wouldn't bother the other unless they really do meet again. And perhaps he'd find something else of interest here...
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