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kismet_loop2016-02-26 09:55 am
eyestothesky) wrote in kismet_loop2016-02-26 09:55 am
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Video
[The feed comes on to show a bot who really has been rather quiet lately, offering a crooked half-smile.]
Hey folks.
[Did that seem like too much steam? He was just standing there, it didn’t look like he should be venting nearly that much steam in that case.]
Was just hopin’ someone c-could do me a favor, n-n- [Well that sudden malfunction of voice didn’t bode well. The titanium bot stopped dead, a tremor running through his frame as the sound of something grinding in his chassis was heard, the echo of something snapping accompanying the sudden jerk of his frame, steam billowing around him as his optics went dark and he suddenly sank on his feet as his systems simply forced a shutdown before something else went wrong.
The silence stretched a moment before there was another jerk of movement from the bot, steam hissing from vents as his gaze lifted, the light of his optics narrowed to pinpricks as there was a sudden tearing of fabric and he suddenly struck out at the drone. Not like anyone would know if the drone fared well after that; the feed cutting abruptly.]
Action
[Even if someone missed the video, it would be quite clear that something was not right with The Spine if they ran into him outside. His normal almost awkwardly smooth, practiced way of moving had been replaced by a heavy sort of gait that he hadn’t used since he was younger, the way he seemed to look through anyone that came near.
Sleeves shredded, fabric hanging in tatters around the weapons his arms had shifted to, the bot clearly on the hunt for something. Not seeing the city around him, seeing instead a bleak landscape, hearing the metallic trumpeting of the enemy. Whatever else might be happening, it was plain that he did not mean well for whoever crossed his path.]
((OOC: Warbot malfunction! There's some chance for some triggering mess- body horror, violence, death, things of that nature, so if you don't want that, just put an ooc note in your first reply and I'll make sure everything's a-ok. Also if you want your character and Spine to throw down let me know what the limits are/if you want to deal with them dying or not, serious injuries etc. His app has all the info on his warbot weapons but ask me if you need clarification!))
[The feed comes on to show a bot who really has been rather quiet lately, offering a crooked half-smile.]
Hey folks.
[Did that seem like too much steam? He was just standing there, it didn’t look like he should be venting nearly that much steam in that case.]
Was just hopin’ someone c-could do me a favor, n-n- [Well that sudden malfunction of voice didn’t bode well. The titanium bot stopped dead, a tremor running through his frame as the sound of something grinding in his chassis was heard, the echo of something snapping accompanying the sudden jerk of his frame, steam billowing around him as his optics went dark and he suddenly sank on his feet as his systems simply forced a shutdown before something else went wrong.
The silence stretched a moment before there was another jerk of movement from the bot, steam hissing from vents as his gaze lifted, the light of his optics narrowed to pinpricks as there was a sudden tearing of fabric and he suddenly struck out at the drone. Not like anyone would know if the drone fared well after that; the feed cutting abruptly.]
Action
[Even if someone missed the video, it would be quite clear that something was not right with The Spine if they ran into him outside. His normal almost awkwardly smooth, practiced way of moving had been replaced by a heavy sort of gait that he hadn’t used since he was younger, the way he seemed to look through anyone that came near.
Sleeves shredded, fabric hanging in tatters around the weapons his arms had shifted to, the bot clearly on the hunt for something. Not seeing the city around him, seeing instead a bleak landscape, hearing the metallic trumpeting of the enemy. Whatever else might be happening, it was plain that he did not mean well for whoever crossed his path.]
((OOC: Warbot malfunction! There's some chance for some triggering mess- body horror, violence, death, things of that nature, so if you don't want that, just put an ooc note in your first reply and I'll make sure everything's a-ok. Also if you want your character and Spine to throw down let me know what the limits are/if you want to deal with them dying or not, serious injuries etc. His app has all the info on his warbot weapons but ask me if you need clarification!))
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The pole is dropped once it's been deflected, the smaller bot taking advantage of that opening to dart in, grabbing for that hammer that was still within range after the parry. Unless Breakdown managed to stop him? He'd be grabbing it in both hands, bracing himself with a wider stance and pulling with all his might, at which point Breakdown is either getting flipped, or he's losing that hammer of his.
Someone's not playing around here, looks like.]
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[How the frag...]
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What's his is his, what's Breakdown's is his too apparently!]
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[He can't help the pained cry as his forearm and hand-turned-hammer are ripped free before he can get himself up and away. He'll manage to now, though, scrambling to his feet even as his ARS shunts some pain receptors and closes the severed lines to keep him from bleeding out.]
[Does he retreat, though? Pit no!]
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The Spine doesn't take long to assess his new weapon, just grabbing the severed limb and hammer by the sturdiest point he can get a good grip on, and swings it at Breakdown, trying to catch him before he gets himself up again, smoke intermixed with the steam spewing from vents.
Gotta hammer the point home-]
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The Spine was silent still other than the increasingly labored sounds of his internals as he continued on the offensive, readying the hammer to swing again once he was within range, aiming to keep Breakdown from regaining his feet.]
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