mayfield_rpg | Mission: 003

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c: dynamo

Mission: 003

-Dynamo had become very cross with recent events... in the ways of various pranks pulled on him. He despised water, ever since his systems seemed to glitch when struck by a water based attack. So when he was struck multiple times with water spells, or traps, or... hoses... water balloons, he became sorely annoyed. It didn't help either when his hair was changed into rainbow colors as the result of falling in a kiddie pool of... rainbow water.

That boggled him a bit... but then someone shaved it all off when he was doing that sleeping thing that humans do. He wasn't a happy camper.

When he awoke, back in his bed, he grumbled and began to go about his daily morning routine. Upon fetching the paper he spotted, a package! Opening it, he was startled when his frame was reverted back into that reploid body of his. Of course he hit the door frame because he wasn't expecting such a thing to happen...

At least he had his hair back.-

Action: Around town!

-One fairly tall reploid is now stalking the streets. If he recognizes you from the pranking earlier in the week, it's best you steer clear of him. If you're one of the few to have crossed his path when he was a normal human, feel free to notice his taller, armored frame!-

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[Dakki hadn't noticed Dynamo at any previous point in any previous way that he was... but ooh, she was noticing him and his armored frame now. Having spotted him from across the street, she stopped her walk short, and then made haste to cross the street. (Thank goodness no cars had been coming.)]

Oh! Oh, hey there! Hi! Oh!

[Was that another CAST? Could it be?]

-Dynamo paused and looked over, not knowing if the user of the voice was calling out to him or not. He blinked and pointed to himself.-

Were you addressing me?

[Dakki gave a firm nod, her dash coming to a stop a few feet away from him.]

Yes, I was! Mayfield doesn't see a lot of armor like yours. Or like mine.

[When she talks, her voice has a slightly artificial "echo". And she, herself, is wearing close-fitting futuristic-looking armor. One may possibly draw conclusions.]

Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? Are you from Coral? Or the Gurahl system?

-The poor reploid blinked again, and scratched his head in thought. He looked her over and listened to her pattern of speech. A finger than tapped his chin as a frown crossed his face.-

I never thought about that... eesh, if something happens to me here, who's going to... repair me...

Eh, small details. I would love to answer that, but that data seems a bit... blocked. ... b-but I am from Earth. ... Coral? Gurahl system? I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about...

[Her brightness diminished somewhat. With all of that worried wondering, grinning like an idiot wasn't going to make things much better.]

There are people working on ways to repair us. There are a few scientists here. It'll be alright.

...oh. [Another one from Earth. Always Earth. Her brightness just about extinguished entirely.] ...that's alright. No one usually does. But... it's nice to know that some Earths have artificial lifeforms, too.

-He actually seemed to look a little worried when he saw his news was a big let down.-

If there are a few scientists, then I'm sure each of them has their own way of working on their own mechanics.

Hey, look, if it makes you feel any better, I'm the only one of my kind here...?

-As far as he knew.-

Sorry if I was a disappointment to you.

You can always work closely with one of them, so they're familiar with the basics of your systems. That way, if there's any trouble, they're prepared for it. Although... if you're badly enough damaged, it counts as "death", and you'll just be revived the next day. Or in a few days. Or..

[She trails off, then passes a hand over her face. No, this wasn't helpful, was it? She ought to be helpful. And less of a downer to this possible new friend.]

It's alright. You're not, you're not... I'm sorry that I made a fuss about it. I'm not quite alone... I have a co-worker with me. Still... it would have been nice to talk to someone from home.

[A smile comes back to her face, less electric but still earnest.] ...I'm Dakki Sigal. [And she extends her hand.]

Yeah. I suppose it would be... well, Dakki Sigal.

-He took her hand in his own and gave it a firm shake.-

I'm Dynamo. I guess I shouldn't be too worried about any damages caused to myself. I don't go rushing out into pointless danger should it arise. Guess you can say, I look over the situation.

Now from what I've learned from you so far, is you're lonely. I'd like to say you get used to it, but that's hardly fair on my part. So... how'd you like to have someone around, just to talk to?

Dynamo. [Her handshake is quite firm, as well.] It's nice to meet you!

[But there were still matters of moderate seriousness to cover, seeing as they had already been brought up...] It's good to be cautious. Do you have any sort of auto-repair system, Dynamo?

[Then she stifles some laughter. Lonely? She wasn't l.... well... maybe a little. So many friends had been permanently droned. The days were not as full as they once were.] A person does get used to being lonely, but what's the use of that when you can make friends? I would like someone around to talk to. Someone that, apparently, I have a few things in common with. As long as you don't mind talking to me.

-He looked a bit concerned about the auto-repair system bit.-

Sure, I don't mind talking to you at all. Though you've brought up a good point... I can't seem to turn on my ARS... uh, auto-repair systems.

-Poor fellow. Hasn't regained all his systems yet.-

I mean... without that, it's no better than being stuck in that flesh body. Guess some of those people I talked to, weren't kidding about this place.

[Now she looked absolutely horrified.] They're giving you your systems back separately?! That's... horrible! That's barbaric! How can they even do that?!

[The shock of it is quickly giving way to obvious anger. There's a tension across her shoulders and a stiffness to her posture and her hands are balling up...]

...Mayfield. It's Mayfield. I don't know why I'm even bothering with why. Hmph.

-He thought about it for a moment. Then proceeded to look as sure of himself as ever.-

Town's probably scared.

...scared?

[She looked confused for a moment. Just a moment. Oh, he was confident, that was definitely a look of confidence.]

Scared of you? You're a force to be reckoned with, mm?

[She wasn't skeptical. She was sort of... excited-sounding.]

Of course!

-Hey, he had bragging rights as long as his rivals weren't here.-

Back home, I stood up against a battle of two of the strongest Hunters. There was no way they could best me.

-Okay, now he might be twisting the truth. A little.-

Against Hunters... [Her lips pressed together thinly again. Where she came from, if you were fighting Hunters, you were probably an outlaw. But there was no need to make assumptions yet, right?]

I'd like to see you fight sometime. Maybe after you've gotten more of your systems online? It's no fair asking you to demonstrate if you're not at full capacity.

Yeah. I got nothing against them, though. They just always seemed to be so judgmental over everything.

-Well now, maybe in his universe, "Hunters" were like "Poachers"... there was always a small chance of that, right?-

I would love to demonstrate for you... whenever I can figure out how this place managed to lock out my systems.

I see... [Robot poachers! Gasp, how dastardly! ...but yes, she was reserving judgement for now.]

I'm not sure they'd be locked out... they might just not be present at all. I've gotten my equipment back piece by piece... but when they gave me my CAST body back, it was all at once... maybe my systems are too closely integrated to be split apart like that?

[She tapped a finger upon her lips, pondering that.]

...the longer you're here, the more... yourself you'll become. I was a human for over half a year. But maybe it won't take you that long?

-He blinked, and almost shuddered at the thought of being stuck as a human for that long.-

I'm sorry to hear that... being stuck as a human for that long. ... I wonder what happens when you have nothing more to get back?

It was an... experience. And I'm glad to have had it. But it went on way too long. I think I understand why so many humans are so high strung and irrational, now. Chemicals. Hormones. Systematic irregularities.

[It was so terrible and confusing at the end of it... she grimaces, but tries to shake the expression off.]

...I hadn't thought about that. They don't just send back your body. You get back clothing, possessions... all sorts of things. I can't imagine them running out. I don't even have my guns or my double saber back, yet.

-He seemed to perk up a bit at the mention of her weapons.-

Oh? So you wield a double saber as well? In that case, whenever I get my weapon and weapon systems back, I think we should have ourselves a friendly spar.

I wield all sorts of things, if you give them to me! [Oh! There was the beaming again!] But I put a lot of effort into earning my license for double saber use, and it's my favorite.

...hm, but we could still have a practice fight sometime. Maybe with training weapons? Maybe just hand to hand?

[Beam! BEAM!]

You know... that sounds like it'd be a challenging yet, fun idea.

After all... it would be interesting to see how I would fare as a ... regular reploid. The basic ones that mimic humans all too well and have no weapon systems of their own.

It is interesting, to compare your capacities here to your regular ones. Skill will compensate somewhat for the physical changes, I've found.

[Reploid, that's what his kind of artificial life form were called. She'd be sure to remember it. And maybe ask some questions. But for now...]

...are you busy? Do you have any plans for the next little while? The park's not far away, so....

-He idly tapped his finger on his chin.-

I didn't have any plans of my own today... so if you're not busy, then I think we could arrange some manner of training.

I'm not busy at all. [Oh, this was going to be so great. She takes a few steps backwards, generally park-wards, before turning herself about to walk properly.]

Let's go, then! I want to see what you've got!

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