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ursprünglich gepostet in:Gydaton RP
8/15/2016 12:32:53 AM
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[i]"What's up with your home...?"[/i]
[b]She asks, raising an eyebrow. Ian knew partially of Ubonae and the various hell that it had through, but Nikki never learned of Ian's home.[/b]
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"It's a planet called Serra. Awesome place to live, but my parents took that logic too far." [i] He says, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees.[/i] "They were total overprotective helicopter parents, which I could live with. But when I told them I didn't wanna stay there and run their auto-shop for the rest of my life, they freaked and tried to forbid me." [i] He says with a wry smile.[/i] "So I left. That was two years ago."
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[i]"Do what you have to do. Sure you'll do better out here rather than cooped up in some repair shop."[/i] [b]She sighs and turns off the projection, folding up the machine and getting up from her chair.[/b] [i]"I need to go walk around... Can't stay in here forever. Might go check over L9 again... Or if I'm really lucky... I'll find Damien not drunk and passed out."[/i]
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[i] Ian smiled.[/i] "I'll let you do that, I'll be more useful outfitting my armor for L9." [i] He says, standing up and heading for the door. [/i]
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[i]"Enjoy..."[/i] [b]She remarks simply, throwing on white sweater and picking up a few things.[/b] [b]Outside, it was mostly quiet, only the occasional sound of tinkering coming from Lucien's room... Or an unfamiliar kind of sound coming from Damien's. He was probably trying to make something himself... But there was no telling what it could be.[/b]
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[i] Ian heads for Lucien's room, knocking on the door.[/i]
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[i]"Come in..."[/i] [b]Lucien pipes up from the sound of a saw blade.[/b]
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[i] Ian opens the door and steps inside. [/i] "How's today's handicrafts going?"
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[b]Lucien, like the rest of his room, was surrounded by machines of various sorts. He was in poly fiber goggles... With one arm covered in strange black spines. Damien had mentioned that Lucien wasn't all there... But he hadn't said that he was still affected by Midnight Rain.[/b] [i]"Decent... I found an easy way to give you a bullet feed from your back. You'll carry water and bullets there... I've also created a hydro tank the size of a water bottle... I used the same technology as a fringe grenade to give you nine hundred gallons of water... That's about fifteen minutes worth... The hard part is mixing it into your interface so it changes on will." Weight isn't an issue because I took some of Damien's negators and carbon fibers."[/i] [b]Lucien drags a large black claw away from the table, the points all shaped into different screw heads or cutting blades.[/b] [i]"Theoretically... Your armor is strong enough to keep your arms from breaking under the pressure... But I don't know what materials you used. I don't have a composite checker."[/i]
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"Ceramic plating, a carbon fiber mesh, and Adamantium." [i] Ian says, scratching the back of his neck. [/i] "It should be able to handle the pressure, I think."
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[i]"That works... Sorta... I'll probably need less than two days... But now Damien needs to wrap up whatever the hell he is doing and call Wilson to us."[/i] [b]Lucien scowls, his arm retreating to its normal state. He picks up a small cube and checks it over, the exterior a solid, sleek grey.[/b] [i]"Do you need to do some training before we head out... Target practice?"[/i]
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"Only when the Waterjet and wrist gun are finished. Everything else on my armor I know like the back of my hand." [i] Ian said with a grin. [/i]
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[i]"Well, Ian... I should be finished in a few hours... But until then, you'll have to find something else to do. I'm not that fun to watch."[/i] [b]Lucien remarks, pushing Ian's armor into a harness, while turning on a blow torch.[/b]
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"Sure, see ya." [i]ian said, heading out of Lucien's room. He just took it he wanted to work alone, which he understood. He headed over to Damien's room and knocked. [/i] "It's your favorite Ginger, D."
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[b]Damien didn't respond, but the crash of some kind of metal, and the slide of the door signaled that Damien was getting something ready. Eventually, his voice picks up from inside.[/b] [i]"Okay! It's unlocked."[/i]
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"Oh boy." [i] Ian mutters to himself as he pushes the door open and into Damien's room. [/i]
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[i]"Howdy."[/i] [b]Damien was on his large bed, which was the biggest part of the room. It was surprisingly cleaned up... Sure there were some scattered clothes and research notebooks laying around, but Damien had picked up well. He was out of his armor, shirtless. His metal coverings hid his chest and most of his arms.[/b] [i]"What did you need?"[/i]
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"Nothing much, just decided to say hi after hearing you tinker with something." [i] Ian says curiously. [/i]
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[i]"It's sorta maybe top secret... But... There's something I've been meaning to do with you."[/i] [b]Damien gets to his feet, what muscles he had left rippling with every movement.[/b] [i]"Ian... We best go outside... There's a rock field not far from here... I need to teach you something."[/i]
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"Uhhh.." [i] Ian says with an eyebrow raised.[/i] "Sure, do I need anything?"
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[i]"Your body..."[/i] [b]Damien says, running a hand through his hair. He slowly pulls the black band from his head, revealing a disfigured, mangled ear, and a terrible destroyed eye socket.[/b] [i]"It'll help you when we get to L9."[/i]
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"I'm down for anything that doesn't make me feel useless." [i] Ian says with a laugh, not saying anything about Damien's injuries. He was the least judge mental person.[/i]
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[b]Damien grunts in acknowledgement, motioning Ian down the hall.[/b] // [b]Damien didn't mind some of the strange looks he got from passerbys, or the chuckles some of the local bandits gave when they saw him. He knew in a real fight he'd leave them scrambling.[/b] [b]In a few minutes, they arrived at a large gravel field, empty and quiet, the outcrop was well guarded by the high rising walls of stone. The town was a few miles back. Damien took a deep breath and stretched his arms, causing them to snap and depressurize.[/b] [i]"Ian... Do you think you'll be able to defeat Imogen in a one on one...?"[/i] [b]Damien asks, his back still turned.[/b]
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[i] Ian was a tad shocked by the question, but he thought about it for a second.[/i] "I hung with him back on the Undertaker.. But that was with my powers. Which I should really practice with.." [i] He muttered the last part to himself.[/i] "But I'm guessing that was nowhere near what he can do. And if he did that to you," [i] Ian gestured towards Damien's face.[/i] "Then I'm guessing the correct answer would be nàda."
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[b]Damien takes a deep breath.[/b] [i]"Ian... I think you have some untapped potential... Something not everyone has. I have it, Lucien has it, and Imogen has it. It's how I survived, and how my wife did not. Such traits do not go to everyone, and it's best you earn them now."[/i] [b]Suddenly a milky white liquid pools across Damien's arms like paint, wrapping across his body before turning into the same color as his skin. Before long, he looked whole, like he didn't have augments. He turned to Ian, eye and ear seemingly intact.[/b]
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"Should I turn into my knock-off Super Saiyan form so I don't feel inferior, because that's straight up crazy." [i] He says incredulously, running his hands over his face. The world got weirder and weirder. He tried to keep it light hearted, he liked staying away from touchy subjects.[/i]
