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 Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2004 1:27 am
Here's the thread, Anya, for that nifty little operation coming up. Post whenever you can, and I'll post, til we come to a conclusion. K?
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 11:09 pm
The Flobot stopped by the building that the address indicated was the residence of Bre … and Nickel. Fluorine pushed the bell and ran her hand thru her hair.
Time to make the looser pay ... ahem … that is ... time to try and fix Nickel’s wings.
Yeah.
If she was here, then she wasn’t hanging like an idiot in front of Antimony’s house, right? And her mind was occupied and so were her hands.
With fixing stuff, that is. On Nickel’s back.
And she was not gonna be a jellied sob-sob this time. GOD. That scene with Gold was positively embarrassing. Pathetic.
Fluorine hoped that the Mendel world would never find out about that. She pushed the door bell again. What was taking them so long?
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 10:24 pm
Nick sighed as the doorbell was rung again and again, someone obviously at the door.
Where is Bre? He thought haughtily. Not only did he not want to climb down and get the door, but he wasn't expecting anyone...except- Fluorine.
Oh man, she's here already.... He groaned inwardly.He started the long trip down his cupboard shelves across the seemingly endless living room floor, and finally reached the door. He creaked it open, leaving space for a Mendel to squeeze through (and leave him room for minimal effort to close the door), then peeked out from the side.
"Welcome to my residence, Flo," he said faux-courteously.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 10:48 pm
Fluorine looked down from the Flobot's shoulders.
"Why, thank you, Nickel. Now, move aside ... giant robot coming thru."
With that she motioned Flobot to open the door and the buxom persocom walked inside. This was so much less cool then the castle Nickel used to live in. Not that she's ever been, but she heard rumors ...
"Now. We will need a flat surface, like a table. Which one can I use?" - she said matter of fact-ly. The Flobot had picked her up and set her by Nickel for the sake of politeness.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2004 7:17 pm
Nick quickly slid to the side opposite the door opening, as to avoid getting squished. He glanced up at the huge persocom, shielding his eyes. He didn't remember the robot being that big.
He walked across the floor grudgingly to close the door behind the robot, then motioned toward the doorway into the kitchen.
"There are a plethora of tables in there..." he mentioned. He was beginning to feel nervous about his agreement to this 'operation'.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 3:01 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2004 4:07 pm
Suddenly, without any warning, Nick was FLYING in the hands of the persocom. Fluo's commanding voice still rang in his ear.
"Now wait just one minute." He said, objecting to her bossy tone. "There's no chairs up here, it's a little bit dusty and dirty, and who KNOWS how many germs are up here? I'm not going to just lay down!" He pulled a small dustcloth from it's little hiding place in one of his arms and began to wipe down a small area of the table. "That's a little better, but until this place is SANITIZED, there will be no medical operations here," He demanded firmly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 4:08 pm
Fluorine smirked.
"Nickel, are you afraid of me?" - she purred
"Do you really think I would ever hurt you? Or cut you up in an unsanitized environment? RELAX! All I want is to measure the currents that you generate."
With that she walked up to Nick and moved the stray hair strands off his back.
"Now, can you think of something that makes you spark?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 4:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 1:18 pm
Nick sighed inwardly in relief, not really sure WHAT he had expected of Fluo. After all, she wasn't really a doctor, nor anything close to one, as far as he was concerned.
"Of course I'm not afraid of you." He muttered with a glare. "And as far as things that make me spark, how about you?" The sarcastic smirk on his face let Fluo know that he was joking-only slightly. "Actually, I spark when I'm really tense and my wings rub along anything...does that help?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:02 pm
"Really?" - she grinned. "Good to know that I can make you get all ... charged up." She patted his back and picked up the black and red probes.
"Well, rub your wings for me, babe. And as you do it, I will poke you with these things. It will not hurt. I am just trying to find where exactly the current flows."
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:11 pm
"Really?" - she grinned. "Good to know that I can make you get all ... charged up." She patted his back and picked up the black and red probes.
"Well, rub your wings for me, babe. And as you do it, I will poke you with these things. It will not hurt. I am just trying to find where exactly the current flows."
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2004 3:24 pm
Nick threw a disdainful and apprehensive look toward Fluo over his back.
"If my wings so much as have a SCRATCH on them, you'll pay for this, Fluo." He threatened. He couldn't bear the thought of the sound that would come when he rubbed his wings together--like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. He shivered as he thought about it.
Having no other choice, he started to slowly rub his wings against each other, trying not to move his back as much as possible. A grimace appeared on his face at the whine coming from his back and the thought of his shiny nickel wings being scratched and broken. What would his APPEARANCE be like?!
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 10:53 am
"Yeah yeah yeah ... I am soooo scared of you, Nick. Right."
Her voice sounded relaxed and playful, but a throbing vein appeared on Fluorine's pretty forehead. Since Nick had his back to her, he couldn't see it. As he started rubbing his wings, Fluorine took a deep breath, and didn't jam the probes up Nick's a**, as she wanted to. Instead she touched the roots of Nick's wings to see if there was any current whatsoever flowing.
NOPE.
She then touched the hair stick thingies and his armored hand with the probes.
Oh, there was CHARGE allright.
Hmmmmm ... but if he had to rub his wings to produce that charge ... he wouldn't be able to fly with it, too. Unless he could store it ...
"You can stop now." - she said, staring thoughtfully at Nick's back.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 6:38 pm
Nick sighed softly and a bit reluctantly--the friction between his wings was starting to bring him up to a comfortable temperature in the freezing cold room. He felt the probes on his arm and hair-chopsticks, and rolled his eyes. Was Fluo so dumb she couldn't tell the difference between wings/back and an arm? Hello.
Well...she IS more of a vixen-type than an actual scientist-type... Nick mused to himself. He chuckled slightly, then stifled it with a slight frown as he pondered what his thoughts had just been. She WASN'T a scientist-type. He could seriously get hurt here...
He glanced over his shoulder at Fluo and nervously rubbed the fingers of one hand against his robotic arm, producing a bit of a charge involuntarily. "You know, Fluorine, if you seriously damage me, not only will Puchiko be after you for destroying her experiment, but I imagine Bre would be quite upset too. It would be wise for you to be EXTREMELY cautious back there..." he warned her, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice.
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