Brandon (Tech)
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 12, 2007 7:58:38 GMT -5
"What's wrong with you, bigshot?" Brandon asked. "Why don't you just 'even the scales', huh? I did my part, look" Brandon lifted the gun in stretched arm, the mout of the gun consistently pointing at the ground. He guessed that the fact that he didn't have his finger on the trigger didn't matter to the... thing "You think I'm gonna throw away the only means of defense I have, simply because you tell me too? You may be old, but damn homie, you sure aren't smart. I keep my end of the bargain; the gun stays pointed at the ground in case you try some stupid. We can still bargain, but drop the intimidation crap. I have information that might helpyou, maybe even a lot, but unless you stop trying to bully me I'll delete every last peace of it"
Brandon lifted his left hand and tapped the index finger on his right temple, the metallic one. He was bluffing, he couldn't delete those memories, they were stored in the biological side of his mind. There was the stuff that he uploaded from his stationary databank, the files that he could have found anywhere and they were alterable, interchangeable and deleteable, like any files on a computer. The other things, however, were the things he had experienced on his own and it was there that most of the (presumably) valuable information was. Blackmarket contacts, knowledge if the individual qualities of scrapyards and second hand shops. He also knew that he could, probably enhance the machine the guy was becoming.
"If you wanna know more about the world as it is today, we better stay friendly. If it's true that you haven't been around in fifty years there's a lot for you to know and I might just tell you, if you stop fucking about" Anger was an excellent replacement for fear, if you knew how you could blind yourself from the peril you were in, at least until it struck you. Anger, with just a touch of arrogance, was the ultmita mixture here, and Brandon was a master in the art of selfmanipulation
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 12, 2007 22:20:15 GMT -5
*Once you finished speaking, you could tell by his auras, that his anger was peaking. It was then that you noticed... there was no more metal flowing to him. His armor was complete, and he was now armed with a strange looking spear weapon. The monster, the once-skeleton, the Artificer... was complete. The Artificer: Str- 12 Dex- 9 End- 16 Int- 27 Wis- 11 Eng- 30 "Must I repeat myself?! Lower your weapon!" The Artificer demanded, raising his spear.
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Brandon (Tech)
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True power, like true beauty, comes from within
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 13, 2007 15:19:24 GMT -5
Brandon was getting scared, scared and angry. Anger was the only defence he had against fear. He knew one wrong move now could potentially put his life at stake, but he couldn't figure out whether to submit or to show that he wouldn't be pushed around.
Fuck it, He thought, deciding on the later. I don't care who he thinks he is, he's NOT gonna be pushing me around like that.
"We're both men of creation, and we are both used to bargain for what we want. Here's what we're gonna do: If I drop my weapon, you drop yours. It's a fair deal, don't you think?"
Brandon held the gun so that it pointed directly at the ground. He held it in front of him, the back of his hand facing what could easily turn out to be a new enemy, so that this 'gear' could see that Brandon's finger wasn't on the trigger.
Brandon didn't need the gun to fight, he had other weapons, weapons that were integrated in his metallic arms. But he knew that the gun was far more powerful than those, and that he would risk being at a massive disadvantage without it.
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 13, 2007 22:49:06 GMT -5
"You are in NO position to make deals with me BOY. Time for you to taste my abilities..."
*With a flash of green light from his eyes, your gun is forced from your hands and stuck to the ground, The Artificer demonstrating his mastery of metal manipulation. Even with great force applied to pull it from the ground, all attempts would most likely be futile.*
"Now, will you listen?"
OOC- The spell being used is called Metallic Bond. It bonds metal to another object and keeps it there, unless the strength of the one pulling it away is equal to or more than the energy of the caster. Example: To pull your weapon free, you'd need 30 or more strength.
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Brandon (Tech)
Spell Caster
Videnskabsmand
True power, like true beauty, comes from within
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 16, 2007 7:30:23 GMT -5
Shit, Brandon thought, realizing his mistake. When would he learn not to play tough around people who tougher?
"Fine, I'm listening" He responded grudingly, adding 'coward' under his breath. The only weapons he had left now were the energy purifiers in his arms, his welding/cutting laser tool and his anti-magic blades, although he doubted they could resist another spell from that guy, and sure as hell was'nt prepared to take another chance.
If nothing else, there was a chance that this 'Gear' thought that he was disarmed. That could prove very useful should it actually come to blows
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 18, 2007 21:12:38 GMT -5
*Seeming satisfied, The Aritificer lowered his weapon, his green eyes surveying you.*
"Alright, here's how it's going to go down." He began, the metal being folding his arms. "There is a lab nearby, hidden within a movie theater. In this lab, there are creatures; man-made creatures. You are to enter this facility and free the creatures. Here-" He extends his hand and a plate of small metal flies forth to you, a number code imprinted on it. "Use this code at the elevator panel and free only four of the five. Make SURE you only free four. There will probebly be a few people standing in your way, but it's no problem. If these demands are not met... you die."
OOC- (The lab is underground in a movie theater. It's accessed by using a "broken down" elevator in the theater. Enter the code 277654 on the panel to decend to the lab floor.)
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Brandon (Tech)
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Videnskabsmand
True power, like true beauty, comes from within
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 20, 2007 22:51:19 GMT -5
Brandon was caught somewhere amid anger, confusion and fear. Just what the fuck was going on? He had been out on a normal scrap hunt, his gut telling him that what he would find would be nothing short of extraordinary. It was extraordinary allright, it was threatening to kill him if he didn't play along and played lapdog. This was quite a fucked up night.
Facts, godammit Brandon, stick with the facts! Brandon thought to himself, assessing the situation. His gun was out of bounds, going for that would give his opponent a free shot and it seemed that it would be lethal, if the thing had the same level of control over Brandon's prosthetics as he had over the gun. Even if he just threw him to the ground like ragdoll amd made hi mstik there, that would be more than bad, it could be deadly.
It's not like I have a fucking choice, is it? Brandon asked himself, and the answer was a no. Brandon looked at the piece of metal on more time, memorising the number. "Fine, I'll play your fucking lapdog. 'Fellow artificer' my ass" He mumbled as he stared discontently at the thing calling itself Gear. "Can I at least have my gun? Shotting people without it is gonna be pretty fucking hard"
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 20, 2007 22:55:43 GMT -5
*The Artificer laughed and used his spell to throw the gun into your chest, giving you enough hangtime with it to grab it. He seemed satisfied.*
"The theater is two blocks north. You'll see it. By the way, I'll be watching, so I advise AGAINST running... Release the creatures, but kill NONE. Return to me when four are released. I will be waiting here."
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Brandon (Tech)
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True power, like true beauty, comes from within
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 20, 2007 23:44:46 GMT -5
"Ooomph" Was Brandon's only reply to the artificer's metallic laughter, as it is hard to say anything else when you find a shotgun slam into your chest at high speed. Brandon dropped to hiss knees, fighting to catch his breath with the gun tightly clenched in his hand. He looked up the metallic thing and heard it snicker. His left eye twitched as he thought of taking a shot at the thing, wanting to stuff that snicker right down the things throat, if it had one. But he refrained himself, he knew that he was beaten. He hated it, but he knew that there was nothing he could do.
With a last look of disdain Brandon spun around on his heel and kneeled down by his sports-bag. After placing the shotgun there he zipped it closed and left the junkyard, loathing himself for not being able to defend himself or his pride. He twitched his head to the side, toning his emothions down and thereby the humiliation, or at least the feeling of it. He tried to think of it as a job, an assignment, something to further his research. Of course! He could try and take some of the data from the lab whiel he was there, Gear had said nothing about that. Maybe he could actually gain something from this after all!
Mek hovered by his side, but Brandon decided that it would be better to switch him off and place him in the bag. There could be other people there, and it would'nt be smart him to stand out more than he already did. He had already figured a way to keep people from getting too suspicioius, and hopefully it would by him the time he needed to find the elevator. He pushed the door to the movie theater open and recieved everybody's suprised looks with an expertly feigned smile. "Hello, I'm Dr. Mekanikus from the planet Cyborgenia, and I'm here to let you all know that I will be starring in the movie "Might of the Machines' this summer. Don't miss this one-of-a-kind masterpiece, an epic tale of the human vigilance versus the callousness of the machines"
A part of Brandon wanted to kill itself, acting like some stupid advertisement idiot from a greedy film company. "What's in the bag?" One of the present children asked, he couldn't be more than seven or eight years old. He asked in that innocent way that children had about them, looking at Brandon with his big blue eyes. It made it easier for Brandon to continue his story and his act "This is the skull of my late enemy, Captain Falconheart. I have rebuilt it so it now serves me loyally" Brandon said on his spooky voice, gesturing with his hand as he spoke. "Can I see it? The boy asked, and Brandon knew that he couldn't weasel out of this one.
"It is a sight that has sickened generals and brouhg soldiers to their knees in terror, but I think you have the stomach for it young one" Brandon dramatically spoke, cursing himself inwardly for overacting. He unzipped just the middle section of the bag and pulled Mek up, showing him to the gathered crowd, a sigh of awe from the kids sounding throught the front of the theater. Brandon let his crowd behold the life-less Mek for another few minutes before he packed him down again and stood up in a more buisness-like manner "Oh well, I better get going" He said to the parents, ignoring the children now "By the way, my cuisin, who works here, asked me to take a look at an elevator that's out of order somewhere around here, would you know where it is?"
A few minutes later Brandon had found the elevator, crawled under the sign and begun pressing the combination "Two, seven seven, six five four" Brandon mumbled to himself as he pressed the buttons. Then, as the elevator began to move, he kneeled down and unxipped the sports bag, pulling otu the gun and activating Mek with a thought. He didn't know what lay ahead of him, he only hoped that he could make it through unscathed
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 21, 2007 20:42:52 GMT -5
*As you enter the elevator and you begin your descent. When the doors open, you find yourself in a small room, white tile and walls greeting you. There are five test tubes with strange creatures within. They are humanoid, but appear part reptilian. Six scientists immediatly stop working and look at you, their faces a mix of shock and fear.
Suddenly, you hear the familiar voice of the Artificer in your head.*
"Free the creatures, spare the humans... On the control panel is a lever that will unlock the tubes. From there, break four open."
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Brandon (Tech)
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True power, like true beauty, comes from within
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 21, 2007 21:27:38 GMT -5
By the time the elevator doors began to slide open, Brandon had long abandoned his feigned smile and adopted a more grim, hateful expression, one that fit what he really felt a lot better. Hew saw the looks on their faces, their fear and smiled just a tad. At least he was in control here, if not with the artificer. At least, that was what he thought until he heard the voice of the artificer ring in his mind. "Get.. the fuck.. OUTTAMYHEAD!!" Brandon screamed, banging his hand against his temple. Couldn't he even hold his mind to himself?! What the fuck was gonig on with this Gear guy?!
Brandon plucked those questions from his mind and placed them in a compartment for themselves, thoughts to deal with later, they would only distract him now. "Get the fuck down on the floor, and keep your hands where I can see them!" He shouted, holding his gun the way the soldiers in movies always did, holding it up to his face, his right eye, the artificial one, sighting along the body of the gun. Spare the humans my ass, Brandon thought, shifting his aim between each of the scientists until they lay down on the floor as instructed. He didn't know what Gear wanted, and he really was more interested in keepign himself alive.
If all the scientists did as they were instructed, Brandon would then have Mek float over and pull the lever Gear had mentioned. He really hoped that nothing unexpected would happen, but he was ready to shoot it if it did
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Post by The Judicator on Feb 21, 2007 21:31:15 GMT -5
*With the gun pointed right at them, the scientists did as instructed. They all raised their hands, said nothing, and got on the ground.
Mek pulled the lever, and a hissing sound escaped the cylinder holders as steam shot out from the base. They were now unlocked.*
"Good... now break their containers. REMEMBER, ONLY FOUR!" The Artificer screams in your head. "The creatures take little time to become functional, so escape via the elevator as soon as you free them."
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Brandon (Tech)
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True power, like true beauty, comes from within
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Post by Brandon (Tech) on Feb 21, 2007 21:55:11 GMT -5
Brandon convulsed at the voice in his mind, twitching slightly. He had certain, annoying vulnerbilities and apparantly they included some kind of nausea derived from regular telepathic communication. Just great. Brandon waited a few seconds before he began to break open the tubes, out of different reasons. First, to piss off the almighty Gear jsut a little, second to gather at least a little info on the creatures and third to take into account whether or not the things would be damaged if he shot them with the shotgun.
He didn't wait more than those few seconds, however, not wanting to provide Gear or fate with too much of a temptation. Deciding not to take any chances concerning the creatures' health, he deposited the gun in the holster in his lab-coat and picked up a chair. Using his bio-enhanced strength he proceeded to smash the glass containers, Mek guarding his back and using his whirring, sinister looking equipment to scare off any bravery the scientists might try and act upon.
After Brandon had bashed the fourth tube open he sprinted back to the elevator, Mek on his heels, and pressed the same button combination, hoping that it would work. If it didn't he would try to type it in backwards, then panic and press the buttons frantically until something happened. He really didn't feel like having one of those things' claws stuck in his abdomen
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Post by The Corrector on Jul 25, 2007 12:26:59 GMT -5
Same situation as the Judicators other missions. He has left and despite Tech seeming to have left as well, these missions must be closed.
Rewards: +3 exp.
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