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nexus_sages2015-06-25 07:43 pm
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New to the Nexus: A walking pile of garbage.
Okay no that is rather rude, to be more precise, it is a metal man. Iron treated to look copper, by the many silver nicks and scars on his face, and possibly designed around a bear trap and a cutlery set. That nasty looking maw looks like it could take a few fingers off, and his fingers seem as sharp as a razor.
He looks very damaged, however, with only one functioning eye and loudly creaking joints. His habit of constantly expelling large plumes of sooty black smoke is also unattractive.
But maybe his personality will make up for it-
"... The fuck is this load a bullshit."
Or not, please avoid the loud cranky Brooklyn accented tetanus factory as he goes to stomp through the forum, looking a combination of enraged and concerned.
Okay no that is rather rude, to be more precise, it is a metal man. Iron treated to look copper, by the many silver nicks and scars on his face, and possibly designed around a bear trap and a cutlery set. That nasty looking maw looks like it could take a few fingers off, and his fingers seem as sharp as a razor.
He looks very damaged, however, with only one functioning eye and loudly creaking joints. His habit of constantly expelling large plumes of sooty black smoke is also unattractive.
But maybe his personality will make up for it-
"... The fuck is this load a bullshit."
Or not, please avoid the loud cranky Brooklyn accented tetanus factory as he goes to stomp through the forum, looking a combination of enraged and concerned.
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"Don't know what this place is other than I already don't like it."
He unfolds his arms and he throws them up in the air. "One moment I was in my medical bay, the next moment I found myself here. You'd think someone would at least give some kind of warning before putting a trans dimensional portal under my feet."
He huffs. "The nerve. Jerks."
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Instead, he snorts, a big smoggy cloud of smoke shooting out of his nose.
"Yeah whadda buncha assfucks, amiright? Aliens or some shit, I dunno. Whoever it is that kidnaps people fer giggles."
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"Hey, hey, kidnapping for as you say, giggles is fun when you're the one doing the kidnapping! But, no, you're being the one who is kidnapped never is much fun. mMm maybe we can find someone who knows about this place and kidnap them."
He wiggles his fingers in the air; at the thought of an impromptu interrogation, secession might make being here worth his while.
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"Eh-" No thank you, he may talk like a mobster that doesn't mean he is one. How to get out of this without looking like a baby.
"Ain't worth my time. Prolly some real big smart aliens with like... giant laser guns fer faces or somethin'."
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God demons now that is something to get Knock Out to hastily look around the area he appeared in. He really doesn't want to be here. And he really doesn't want to be forced to work for some psychotic god. That brochure he got was crumbled up into a big ball, and he long since got rid of it.
In his hasty glance of the thing, there was no mention of god demons or demons or gods written down anywhere. "Wonderful, so I'm stuck here." His shoulders slump downwards, and he lets out a disappointed sigh. "And that means you're stuck here too."
"Great. Those slaggin' demon gods. They just better have a good reason for dragging me here."
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God demons indeed. Hare was pretty much convinced on that point, he heard of Kazooland before. Weird shit in there, is that where he was now? Just some weird different part of Kazooland? Must be, it'd make the most sense.
"Yep. But hey, least I know I can get some coal here. Don't know what weirdo giant future robots eat but I'm willin' ta bet it ain't coal." Coal was pretty much a universal standard, carbon was common as hell, yo.
"Maybe they like robots."
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"What's wrong with you?" she asks - although looking him over, she finds she can start making a list.
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"What, ya live here or somethin'? Ain't nobody dragged ya here against yer will an' didn't tell ya shit about nuthin'?"
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"Well, if you were abducted, that's the obvious place to start. Sounds like all you did was take a wrong turn - and besides, you won't be beating anyone around here." That's not even a warning. Just a fact. "Look, I can get you back home if you've got co-ordinates. I've got the tech for that. If not, maybe your door's still there."
It's a door, not an unstable, spiteful spatio-temporal rift. How far could it go?
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She barely glances up at the robot stomps by, then does a double-take, because...that's different. Huh.
"Uh...I think it's kind of a glitch in reality, technically. Like a pocket dimension only better organized. You didn't come here on purpose either, huh?"
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Not really.
And he still isn't taking any of this well.
"Glitch wuh- Okay no I don't care, I wanna get back home. No I didn't get here on purpose someone fuckin' made me an' that's a load a'bullshit."
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Seems pointless to apologize then, so she just carries on. "Well, this pamphlet thingy says you can show up here after dying, but if you didn't die recently, it's probably just an accident in space-time. I mean, it might not be someone sending you on purpose."
She waves the brochure in her hand carelessly as she talks, done with it, then it occurs to her to offer it over. "Where's home? Maybe there's a gate to get back or something?"
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"I'm findin' the president of this toon town an' beatin' the shit outta him."
"Ya gotta way ta get back ta San Diego?"
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