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Post by zablezarock on Sept 1, 2011 0:05:54 GMT -5
"oh that will never be a problem" *Mao says seeming to snap out of his daze as he walks up to the wall beside the open door and presses hand against it* " check this out" *Mao says with a smile as his hand slides into the wall as if it was little more then water* "doors are nothing to me" *Mao says as he steps through the walk and walks out the open door* "cool ayi?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 2, 2011 0:57:26 GMT -5
Cayden laughs. "Don't let the women catch you in their locker room. They can be scarier than me."
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 3, 2011 11:12:46 GMT -5
EX-37 stood motionless in the absolutely blank room. Fully unarmed, and without his Suit-form active, he looked deep in thought. it was these moments when he was thinking back on the past, the horrible things he had done, the horrible things he sometimes still does for the betterment of the Sraith behind Cayden's back, and the things he may yet do to save the world. Despite this, however, he found himself wrapped in thoughts about the Ouroboros, the organization he belonged to prior to the Sraith. He didn't know what they were up to, but did know that they were plotting something. They usually sent someone to kill him every few weeks, which he would take care of silently, and out of view of the Sraith, but they had made no move in some time. EX-37 was ready now... "Tech, Combat Program 476 Custom." The white room shifted into a desert terrain, simulated enemies appeared...
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 3, 2011 12:27:36 GMT -5
As he stands there the system phases through static and then refocuses. A man with a silver arm stood before EX-37 an evil look in his creepy smile. His body was heavily scarred and he had similar markings to his body that Cayden had as well as a similar kilt. His clawed silver arm raised up to his face as a cackle filled the desert room.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 3, 2011 12:59:18 GMT -5
"What? That isn't a part of this program!" EX-37 quickly rolled out of the way letting his second skin come to the fore. "so, got a claw? I can do that too!" the tendrils in his arms and hands shifted, making pointed finger tips and forming hard reinforced plates in select parrts or his hands, wrists, and arms, making it so the claws could be effective without potentially harming him in their use.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 3, 2011 14:16:45 GMT -5
"You filthy scum are a plague to terra you will all die by the hand of Nuada" Sweeping his hand across the pan of his view he sent gusts of wind blowing the dunes up in a furious sand storm. "I will make you all pay for throwing away the gods..." He dashed forward towards EX-37 claw raised forward.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 3, 2011 18:33:25 GMT -5
"Wow, filthy scum? C'celus always calls me abomination and gives me dirty looks. you call me filthy scum and attack me! maybe I'll get some filth on you!" Suit dodged, and as his enemy got in close, made a few quick strikes to his enemies side, then hopped back quickly. The distance was to his advantage now, calling on the programs designs, and hoping that everything hadn't gone wrong... "Tech, Firearm Program 72 Suit Custom" if it worked, then one of the guns he designed (and had Tech add to the program listings) would appear in his waiting hands instantly and he would fire into his enemies conviniently turned back.
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 3, 2011 19:56:14 GMT -5
The sim once again glitches and the gun comes to his hands before immediately breaking apart into pieces. "Your puny weapon will be no use to you here." Nuada said before going in for another strike but just as he goes for the strike the simulation glitches out of existence and shuts down. ~*Safety Protocol Gamma::Repair to system archive and program coding required.*~
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 3, 2011 22:33:34 GMT -5
EX-37 left the training room, looked at tech, who shrugged his shoulders. "Nuada... you know anything about that?" "No clue man, I just work the 'gram coding, not the system 'chives man," said Tech. "Let me know when the glitch is fixed, I'm going to look into this." EX-37 knew he couldn't technically get into the archives, but he had his own personal super computer, which had through the course of events found itself secretly hooked up to the archives; usually used for searches, it needed the extra backing sometimes. interestingly, the only thing was a brief line showing up in Cayden's personal file, but he could not access that particular file. he lacked the hacking skills to break this particular block, so he didn't even try. Instead, he decided it was best to confront Cayden about it. the hard part was going to be in finding him...
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 4, 2011 4:15:59 GMT -5
Cayden was in his personal study that he usually left open for people to talk to him in. He was reading over old manuscripts that were written in an old runic text. Every so often he would look up and see if someone was at the door. "Dull day."
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Post by zablezarock on Sept 4, 2011 6:43:31 GMT -5
*Mao walks to the the halls of the satellite passing the time by looking for anything interesting that may be about, he sees EX-37 heading away from the training hall but thinks little of it as he walks over and speaks to the tech him self* "hello there is the hall ready for use?"
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 4, 2011 9:39:05 GMT -5
EX-37 lucked out, Cayden was in his office AND not dealing with anyone. "Hey, Cayden. I got something for you, a inquiry: are you the only one left of your kind?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 4, 2011 12:34:00 GMT -5
Cayden closed his book and smiled. "My people all left for Avalon many centuries ago. Why do you ask, Ex?" He tilted his head to the side his demeanor amiable. Setting his book down he stood up and went to the small library grabbing a dusty little book that looked as old as Cayden was.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 4, 2011 15:20:39 GMT -5
"Does the name: Nuada mean anything to you?"
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Post by Faolannus on Sept 4, 2011 17:02:42 GMT -5
The book fell to the floor loose from Cayden's hands. "Yes...he's what happens when cold iron enters the blood streams of our people. He's also the reason my people left the world of men." He sighed heavily as he picked up the book and walked over and opened it to display the image of Nuada the Silver arm. "When the Fomorians ruled the British Isles and Ulster, Nuada was leader of the Tuathai de Dannan and he forced them off the islands, but when the race of man, in particular the normans, invaded the islands to force my people out, Nuada was injured by a cold iron blade, it cut off his arm and we replaced it with a silver claw. We were pushed back and we did not wish to harm humans, but we did not take into account the poisonous cold iron had started seeping into his mind. Normally if we are hit in a vital spot by Cold iron we die, Nuada himself started having homicidal thoughts against man and when he first struck a human down in cold blood we took action, but that was many centuries ago. He...he's safely imprisoned at the gates of the underworld, now."
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