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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Diase:
8/3/2016 1:47:20 PM
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[b][i][u][url=http://www.example.com]A new soul? Great....[/url][/u][/i][/b]
[b][i]After his heart repair, Omnus has been acting... weird... lately. Weird for him, at least. More sarcastic. More carefree. More badass. Still a kind, science geek, nerdy, romantic robot man, but... a little different.[/i]
Omnus sits outside the dojo, underneath a tree. Working on another contraption. As he works, he seems to get continuously more frustrated. Eventually, he smashed the WIP machine into the ground, his robot strength completely annihilating it. The broken thing, smashed to bits, lay there, smoking.[/b]
"Stupid, piece of sh-"
[b]He stops himself, before cursing. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. As for smashing the contraption on the ground... that's something Omnus would never do. He would always continue working on it, until he got it right. Three wolves pop out of the forest next to him, attracted by the noise. They see good meat that doesn't appear to be moving....
Suddenly, Omnus pulls out a cube from his belt, which instantly rebuilds itself into a handgun. He raises his head, his mechanical eye targeting the wolves' vital points, and fires three shots. Each bolt of energy lands in their hearts.
Now, that doesn't seem like something Omnus would do. As you remember it, Omnus would've scampered off, hiding his machine from the beasts. Instead, he killed them without batting an eye. What's going on?[/b]
[spoiler]Open....
[b][i][u][quote][url=http://example.com]I think....[/url][/quote][/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]
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[b]lego looks at him[/b] Having trouble? [b]mentally repeices the Contraption in a rough image.[/b]
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[b]He snorts.[/b] "That's an easy way to put it."
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[b]continues repiecing [/b]
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"Don't worry about this piece of sh-broken thing." [b]He slams a foot on the broken contraption, his robot-leg completely crushing it underfoot.[/b]
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[u]The soft clanking of metal tapping against itself and vials of glass can be heard from behind, getting louder the more Omnus listens. A whistling can be heard, the tune distorted as if muffled by a mask. The sound starts to climb up the hill, getting closer to Omnus's location.[/u] [spoiler]ARE YE READY FOR A FIGHT, MY GOOD FRIEND?![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]This post is more story-related, but okay....[/spoiler] [b]Omnus turns his head towards the noise.[/b]
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[spoiler]Eh, maybe The Preacher won't hurt you. As long as he thinks you believe with the way of the bullet, he probably won't kill you.[/spoiler] [u]The bloodstained cloak and mask of The Preacher slowly appears over the edge of the hill, his guns clanking by his side. As Omnus comes into his line of sight, he looks straight at him, the lifeless eyes of his mask staring into Omnus's very being.[/u] "[i]So... You were spared my Marcus himself in your time of death, given a chance at a new life.[/i]"
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"Indeed I was."
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[u]The Preacher nods, his tone and demeanor somehow calmer despite his appearance.[/u] "[i]The you have been accepted as a student and your sins forgiven. You are welcomed into the bullet with open arms, my son.[/i]" [u]He nods his head, giving a small bow of respect.[/u]
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"Thanks, I guess."
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"...Omn?!" [b]Drawn by the gunfire, Iza ran over. She was carrying Perma-Fix along with her, the shotgun loaded with normal rounds.[/b][b]She notices the dead wolves and the broken contraption.[/b] "Woah...what's going on, Omn?"
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[b]Omnus looks at her.[/b] "Oh... hi, Iza. Nothing's wrong... oh god, did I just kill those wolves?"
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"Yeah...you kinda did..." [b]Iza lowers the shotgun.[/b]
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"I'm sorry... I just don't know what's going on with me as of late... sometimes, I get these crazy lusts for blood, and just want to kill something...."
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"Oh. I...didn't know."
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"It started right after the heart repair...." [b]He looks thoughtful.[/b]
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"Oh. Oh no. This is my fault, then...damnit."
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"No, no, it's not your fault... nothing is ever your fault." [b]He smiles slightly.[/b] "At least I can actually fight now."
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"Are you sure it's not my fault?" [b]Iza looks worried.[/b]
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"It's definitely not your fault... I feel like a completely different person sometimes-" [b]His eyes widen in a look of comprehension.[/b]
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"Completely different? What do you mean?"
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"I think... maybe... you cut off all the excess soulsteel that was able to be cut off, correct?"
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"Y-yeah..."
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"Then there's the problem... if you cut off [i]all[/i] the extra soulsteel, wouldn't that mean the soulsteel filling the dent would've been cut off as well? Thing is, if the extra soulsteel filling the dent was cut off, I would be screaming in pain right now...."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 8/3/2016 4:51:45 PM[b]Iza just listens to Omnus speak. Considering that she's A: Probably high right now, and B: Probably has no clue about what he's rambling on about.[/b]
