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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2009 19:00:35 GMT -5
((I'm still trying to include The Swedish Chef and Baba O'Riley in here ;____; What should I do?))
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Post by Omni on Jan 15, 2009 19:09:55 GMT -5
((I'm still trying to include The Swedish Chef and Baba O'Riley in here ;____; What should I do?)) ((For starters, you could reply to Axl.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2009 19:40:45 GMT -5
((I finally found it! More short post failure.)) "What the- who are all of you?" O'Riley had a feeling that maybe the people he saw weren't a threat. "Whu ere-a ell ooff yuoo und vhet's heppeneeng? Bork Bork Bork!" The Swedish Chef questioned. "...Someone has some explaining to do..." O'Riley wanted answers.
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Post by Omni on Jan 16, 2009 0:55:37 GMT -5
"Whu ere-a ell ooff yuoo und vhet's heppeneeng? Bork Bork Bork!"
"...Someone has some explaining to do..."
It took Axl a second to understand what was said through the accent. "You're telling me? These cyborgs show up and start attacking us! Are you in league with them or not?"
Cinnamon paused. If her healing was working, then more might be enough for it to get up and do something to them. It didn't seem to be moving yet, though. Maybe if she only did a little more…
Before she started more healing, though, she thought she saw his eyes move. "Hello? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
((6,000th post!))
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 16, 2009 2:08:38 GMT -5
((Congratulations =D))
Huh? What? Something...A question?
"Neur[al activity 53% n^ormal," M-286 answered, in a metallic-sounding voice somewhat obscured by what sounded like electronic interference.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2009 5:03:12 GMT -5
Owen left Larissa just inside the building and stood in the doorway to watch. Jack stood next to the cyborg, the rest of Torchwood around him and the Doctor stood further back, still frowning to himself.
"State your primary directive," said Jack. He felt the same as he had while speaking to cybermen, acutely aware of their humanity but unable to see it in them or to do anything. He decided it would be easier to treat the cyborg as a simple robot. The Doctor saw this change manifest itself on Jack's face.
"Just another way the two of us differ," he thought sadly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2009 18:22:58 GMT -5
"You're telling me? These cyborgs show up and start attacking us! Are you in league with them or not?"
"My God, no! No, not these... no! Not these... robots? No!" O'Riley seemed offended by the question. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
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Post by Omni on Jan 16, 2009 19:48:04 GMT -5
"My God, no! No, not these... no! Not these... robots? No!"
"I said cyborgs. There's a difference." Feeling a bit offended, Axl added "Do you have something against robots?"
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
Axl paused briefly. How to answer this… Did they come without knowing why, too? "I'm mostly getting attacked by strange dogs and people, including cyborgs. Other than that… not much. What about you?"
Cinnamon thought that the way the cyborg talked was strange, but figured it was a good sign. "Axl!" she shouted, "He's awake!"
"Great!" he shouted back, keeping on eye on the person at the window. "Let me know if anything interesting happens!"
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Post by PFA on Jan 17, 2009 14:22:59 GMT -5
((Uhh, ignore the lateness of my reply. >_>))
"Yes," was Owen's reply. Well, that was comforting. "I'm not sure about cyborgs or dogs but we're all here for some reason but don't worry too much. Just sit and rest for now. I can't stitch your wound so there might be some infection so I'll have to check it regularly. Do you know what a bullet is?"
"Okay..." Larissa replied with a sigh. She didn't really like being unable to do anything, so she hoped the wound wouldn't hinder her too much. In response to his question, she added, "No, I don't think I've heard of it... is that what was inside me?"
Owen seemed to have gotten up to watch something happening outside before he could answer her. But it didn't really matter to her--like Owen said, she needed to rest for a while.
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 17, 2009 15:41:53 GMT -5
Another qu[esti)on? Or#ders...
"Pa!trol. 2589 North^ern Phi[[lips R*oad. Order of )*%&)@)((#$**^)))+^*@"
The organic portions of M-286 had succumbed to their wounds; it was dead.
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Post by Katie the hissi stalker on Jan 18, 2009 16:00:47 GMT -5
I particapted in spirt week but want to play a differnet character the fits the catgories, is that cool?
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Post by PFA on Jan 18, 2009 16:41:24 GMT -5
I particapted in spirt week but want to play a differnet character the fits the catgories, is that cool? ((I think some people have already done that, so I wouldn't see why not. ^_^))
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Post by Omni on Jan 21, 2009 13:34:00 GMT -5
Shortly after the cyborg had answered, he stopped moving and fell limp. Cinnamon sat silent. There was nothing she could do at this point. What he said sounded like it could be helpful, though. "Axl!"
"What?"
"He said something! It could be important!"
While Axl wanted to stay and hear what these strange people wanted to say, but he also wanted, perhaps needed to hear what Cinnamon had to say, and he didn't particularly want someone he didn't trust yet to hear her shouting.
"I'll be right back," he told the person in the window before dashing off.
"What is it?"
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The mysterious character stood in front of a screen, talking to the person that the image showed.
"They're not far, are they? How much longer do you think it will take?"
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Post by Amneiger on Jan 21, 2009 15:13:17 GMT -5
"B-Be patient. My scouts should have arrivedarrived at their location by now, and will be engaing them in combat. If t-they do not return within a f-few hours, we will simply recover any log log disks they were carrying, along with their deaddead bodies for autopsy[/i]."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2009 15:54:41 GMT -5
The cyborg ceased movement and the Doctor put a hand to his head. He had just managed to figure out one part of what had been bothering him but the rest of it still remained to ponder.
"Cyborgs, cybermen of any kind, carry log disks!" he told the group at large. Tosh looked at Jack's friend. "If we could find it, the TARDIS or any other assimilation program could read it."
"What does it look like?" asked Gwen.
"I'm not sure. Cybermen carry little silver chips but this might be a round disk or maybe something completely different. We'll just have to search for it."
Owen suddenly remembered Larissa, still slumped just inside the building and his own hands, covered in her blood and, for some reason, carrying the bullet. He went back inside to check on her and to tell her what had happened.
"One of the robots out there healed the cyborg... And now we've got to find the log disk. You didn't happen to see it while you were..." he faultered, not sure of the right word, "attacking?"
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