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Hare ([personal profile] snaptrap) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] madeyousquirm 2015-06-26 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rude robots might become a thing here, and Knock Out shall proudly join the ranks. He's standing somewhere with his arms folded against his chest, and with a scowl on his face. He had plans. He had very big plans so he is just going to stand there and sulk.

"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."
Edited (wtf c&p) 2015-06-26 01:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] madeyousquirm 2015-06-26 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, he is an unhappy jerk of a giant robot. And Knock Out tilts his head downwards to attempt to get a better look at Hare. There are far too many human looking things here to make him worry for the safety of his paint job. The damn squishies will smudge his wax, and he cannot let them do that.

"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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[personal profile] madeyousquirm 2015-06-26 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe and maybe not. But I do think we deserve some kind of answer." Knock Out keeps his distance from Hare if not for his bad hygiene but it just makes it easier to see him. "Or some way out of here or some form of compensation for our trouble."
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[personal profile] madeyousquirm 2015-06-26 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe and maybe not. But I do think we deserve some kind of answer." Knock Out keeps his distance from Hare if not for his bad hygiene but it just makes it easier to see him. "Or some way out of here or some form of compensation for our trouble."

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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[personal profile] rekindledtitan 2015-06-27 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Blaze is planted on a sturdy bench, flipping through files on a tablet-like device when the newcomer draws near. Noise and smoke and swearing are more than enough to get her attention. It's been a slow half-hour.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks - although looking him over, she finds she can start making a list.
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[personal profile] rekindledtitan 2015-06-28 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"No. And no." Whatever she's reading, it's thumbed off and put away as she stands, one easy motion. Maybe there's work here after all. "I landed myself here. This is the first I've heard about anyone getting abducted. So what happened? You see who took you?"
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[personal profile] rekindledtitan 2015-07-04 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
So much for kidnapping. She settles back on her heels, the light in her optics dimming slightly in a suggestion of disappointment. The cranky... she's going to assume civilian, here - doesn't particularly faze her. Not like he doesn't have a reason.

"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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[personal profile] heart_of_a_witch 2015-06-27 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Not all people here are metal people, shockingly! There's a decidedly squishy little person seated on one of the couches, ankles primly crossed as she scans a brochure. She's pretty new, too, but taking this all very nicely in stride.

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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[personal profile] heart_of_a_witch 2015-06-28 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, maybe 'glitch' was the wrong word to use around someone who may or may not consist partly of programming, but she doesn't have quite the level of tact required to make the connection until the word is well out of her mouth and he's responded.

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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[personal profile] hudson_nottheriver 2015-07-03 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye, you look a little worse for wear," the old creature chuckled, looking him over. "What happened to ye?"