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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:54 pm
Smiling somewhat happily he continued to the armory, before turning and bowing to those present. He had just found a portable pocket rifle.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:56 pm
*As Crim followed through with her sweep kick, she finally spotted Machina, emerald eyes staring intensely at him. However, as the voidal being that had attacked her disappeared, she simply shifted her weight and fell into a sitting position, her head tilting to the side and eyes blinking innocently. Obviously, her fighting senses had dulled by this point as she grinned childishly and gave a small wave, sais still in hand.
From farther away, Machina didn't appear as tall as he was, but then as he neared, Crim felt dwarfed...especially since she was still sitting on the ground. When he had come close enough, though, Crim stood up, casually shifting her sais to her left hand as she brushed grass off of her rear nonchalantly with a bright grin on her face*
That's alright. I suppose it serves me for blocking off the rest of the world so much when I train. But I'm guessing that Oxy's the one who asked you to help me, no?
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:19 pm
"No need to call him that. I know his real name." Machina gave a grin, already he had gleaned from Tika's mind a lot of information, among that the fact that Crimson knew Oxy's real name.
"I'm Machina. Machina Facticius, Latin for Artificial Machine. I actually taught Lil Bu Latin." He extended a hand, smiling broadly. For an 'older' man, he felt he got on better with those younger than him, mentally or physically.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:33 pm
*Crim blinked a few times, confused a bit at first. It didn't smell like he was lying...But then again, if he had made that void being, then who's to say that he couldn't conceal or manipulate his scent?
Wrinkling her nose briefly, Crim relaxed more and continued to grin, outstretching her hand to meet Machina's. It appeared that Tika had trusted him when she first spotted the two, so she would trust him too*
Well then, nice to meet you, Machina. I'm Crim, short for Crimson Enigma.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 5:38 pm
"Well then Crim, I'm honoured to meet you." Machina gave a short bow, one arm tucked neatly behind his back while the other performed small circular motions. "Now should we acquiesce to his request?"
He straightened up, making clearly visible his lack of any form of weapon.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 12:52 pm
*Crim's ears twitched innocently as she tilted her head to the side, her tail waving through the air a few times, as she nodded. Flicking some hair from her face, she tossed down her sais to the side, the metal blades clanking softly once they hit the grass, and she hopped backwards a few paces before positioning herself in a defensive stance*
Alright, sounds good to me. Ready whenever you are, Machina.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:27 pm
He darted forward, right hand balling into a fist that tore through the air like a bullet toward Crim's forehead. His natural telekinesis also propelled him forward at just over the speed of sound, closing the gap between himself and Crim in under half a second.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:34 pm
*A loud bang resounded through the air as Machina broke the sound barrier, birds fleeing from the trees as if it had come from a hunter's shotgun. Crim had to admit that she didn't expect Machina to move that quicky, but even so, she was still capable of following his movements.
Knowing that trying to block a punch going at that speed was a fairly stupid thing to do, she leaned sideways, feeling the wind from the punch flying across her face, as she raised her knee to meet the man in the gut*
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:40 pm
Machina could likewise track speeds beyond normal senses. His entire brain was mutated thousands of years ahead of natural evolution, resulting in his powers.
A barrier was erected around his stomach, which would stave off Crimson's knee, possibly breaking it depending on how tough her bone structure was. A quickly executed flip followed, Machina planting a hand on her shoulder to begin to flip over her head.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:54 pm
*A harsh scream of pain fell from Crim's lips as her knee came in contact with the shield and quickly became dislocated, the ligaments stretching and bones grinding together from the displacement. She nearly fell down, having to put all of her weight on her other leg even as Machina flipped over her, using her shoulder as a vault.
Biting her lips to keep from screaming at the pain in her knee, Crim took a firm hold of the man's hand that was on her shoulder and spun around on her heel, attempting to throw him off*
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 3:09 pm
And he was thrown off course, but quickly recovered by applying telekinetic balance countermeasures. This harmonised his telekinetic power field with the earth, acting in a similar way to magnets to right his body.
Machina landed with a small thud, back to Crimson. He spun, still crouching, to face her with an apologetic smile.
A small amount of telekinetic pressure would coorce her dislocated bones back into place with one another before he dived forward, propelling himself to three times the speed of sound now, aiming to tackle her to the ground after guaging that she could take a fast impact.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 3:17 pm
*Crim stumbled, trying to keep herself from falling to the ground as she threw the man. Her face was alit with a grin, perhaps a bit of a masochistic one, even before he helped set her knee. She was having fun.
As Machina shot towards her, she set her stance, knee still in excruciating pain from the injured ligaments. But as a true warrior, she simply ignored the injury and met Machina's dive, attempting to use his propulsion to throw into the air as she prepared a hefty right uppercut. As this happened, Crim was forced backwards, leaving long trails of upturned grass from the force of the connection, should it have happened.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 3:36 pm
So consumed was he in maintaining the speed that he didn't notice the uppercut coming. His own momentum saw him fly upward for about twenty feet, falling toward the side of the mansion until his back slammed into it with enough force to crack the wall, had he not raised a softening barrier between it and himself.
Crashing to the ground below, he rose slowly, one hand rasied to his head to hold it as though it might fall.
"Woah, ok, yeah. I think that's cool. I'm done." His voice was low, bruised from a painful battering, but already his pain reflex was closed, so he felt nothing hiimself.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 3:42 pm
*Crim stumbled some more before plopping down ungracefully to the grass, her hand moving to wipe some sweat from her forehead as she began to regulate her breathing again, chest heaving up and down rythmically, but slowing.
With a playful grin on her face, she concentrated on healing her knee up as she flopped onto her back, a laugh rising from her as if they had been playing a game of hide-and-seek.*
Thankies muchly for sparring with me! It was really fun. And yea..thanks also for setting my knee. I just hope that I didn't hurt you 'cause if I did, I'm sorry...I didn't really hurt you, did I?
*Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked at Machina where he had landed*
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 4:17 pm
Machina mentally checked himself, literally. His mind could be compared to a computer, providing checklists in his conscious that listed each part of his body, not in words, but in the thought of the particular part.
He shook his head "Nah. I'm fine. It was more the wall that ******** me there."
At this point Tika arrived. He had apparently been talking on his wrist-device as he walked, as he just now put the camera away back into it's small hideaway.
"Good news. We have a new lot of cars."
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