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|  | A Friendly Little Brawl
« Thread Started on Sept 28, 2009, 10:19am » | |
A strange trio was walking down the field of a lost little Terra.
A tall, stooping man, a small, chubby teenager, and a woman walking with an assured step.
"So, Awnes, nice to see you after all this time, how are Uncle and Aunt?", asked Daniel.
"My parents are fine, fine. Terra Gale is peaceful nowadays, though there's talk of this resistance... I hear the rebellious rats are stirring up revolt or something... Well, my parents are worried that it might be bad for the fruit business. But except for that-"
"Lookie Daniel, there's men fighting over there!", suddenly screamed Nelton.
The cousins interrupted their small talk and followed Nelton's index finger.
"Ah ha! This Terra holds an annual Harvest Brawl, and boys... you're looking at it now.", presented Awnes.
The "boys" looked, but they couldn't seem to find any brawl to be spoken of. All there was was a large field, with some form of rudimentary arena, formed with heavy logs. Some locals were gathered around the arena, but no fighting was taking place at the moment.
"Hmm.", simply remarked Daniel.
"Oh, it's a big thing around here. Which tells you exactly how exciting this Terra is...", muttered Awnes.
"So... why did you bring us here, Awnes?", inquired Daniel.
"Oh... Well, thought you might want to see me competing.", laconically answered Awnes.
Daniel's grey eyes scanned his cousin. Curvy, long legs, narrow shoulders. Muscles? Nope. Agility? Hmm.
An imposing exterior? Hardly.
"You're not very scary.", simply stated Nelton.
"So? Neither are any of THESE guys...", spat Awnes.
"Uh... This guy is.", pointed out Nelton.
Daniel and Awnes looked around.
They saw who Nelton was talking about.
Daniel let out a curse.
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"You heard the man, there's 7000 of them"
"Ah...so it would have to be something simple with pasta then?"
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« Reply #1 on Sept 30, 2009, 6:29pm » | |
The group turned to see a grotesque figure of metal. The solid steel soldier rose from his seat near the arena to look at the trio.
"Daniel and Nelton" he thought to himself, having worked with them in the past. "what in the world would those two blundering pilots possibly be doing here?"
17, the Cyclonian-made android gone rouge had no hard feelings with the two, not that he had feelings to begin with. He came to the Terra for the brawl, the promise of prize money to pay for spare parts for himself and his skimmer was more than enough a reason. For some reason or another, work was slow for a machine mercenary with a thing against Cyclonia. But who was he to judge. Pay for fighting, recreational or not, was pay.
Seeing as how most of the possible combatants ran off upon seeing him, 17 was hoping for a clean sweep. He decided to walk up and give this new group a heads up, if these people were planning on entering the "brawl" then he might as well give a fair warning of what they were getting into.
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« Reply #2 on Oct 1, 2009, 7:30am » | |
"It's 17!", screamed Nelton.
"Stop acting like a fangirl, Nelton, this guy's supposed to be locked up!", furiously whispered Daniel.
"Maybe he got away?", suggested Nelton.
"Yeah, and maybe that team of soldiers we narrowly escaped after we handed him in weren't pure luck, eh?", snapped Daniel.
"Whoa whoa whoa... Backup, who is this. Guy?", demanded Awnes.
"He's the coolest! Plus he can burn things with his hands!"
"He also probably remembers us as much as we remember him, Nelton. Awnes, this whole brawl was a bad idea to begin with, let's just head to the ship. I'm sure we can find some other way to catch up than Nelton and I watch you get burnt to a crisp by a robot."
"WHAT!? Do you know exactly how much I invested in this brawl?! The winner gets two-hundred shinies! Two-stinking-hundred! There's no way I'm stepping away from that!"
"This... robot already destroyed a very good door on my ship...", started Daniel
"'Cause we locked him in...", reminded Nelton, who sometimes it seemed, had a very, very good memory. Too good to Daniel's taste.
"... so I will not stand by and watch my cousin get hurt...", continued the pilot, undaunted.
Daniel realized his speech had turned into a monologue. Both Nelton and Awnes were staring at something in his back.
"I think "whoever-he-is" remembers you too.", announced Awnes.
"Uh?"
Daniel turned around, only to see 17 walking towards them in a brisk, though somewhat mechanical, pace.
"Awnes, Nelton, get away, quick! I'll stay behind and distract him with-"
Whatever elaborate plan Daniel was going to construct, it failed before it was even put into action. Nelton had run towards 17, arms outstretched, visibly aiming to hug 17.
"17! I missed you so much!", gleefully squealed Nelton.
"Traitor.", mumbled Daniel to himself.
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"You heard the man, there's 7000 of them"
"Ah...so it would have to be something simple with pasta then?"
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« Reply #3 on Oct 1, 2009, 9:16pm » | |
17 was taken completely by surprise at Nelton's surprise hug, but detecting no concealed weapons or threat value at all, he let the boy attempt to lovingly grapple onto his bulky armor shell. Under any normal circumstances, 17 would have shrugged away anyone who tried to grab at him, but Nelton had that effect on people, even emotionless cyborgs it seemed.
"Nelton." 17 acknowledged "I hope the new Spiky is still doing well?"
Nelton nodded his head vigorously.
"More importantly" 17 continued "Daniel..." he paused for as much dramatic effect as he did trying to figure out what he felt for the two, yes they had turned him into Cyclonian officers and probably did a number on his mercenary career, but they were two of the few people who probably didn't treat him like just an emotionless hunk of scrap parts.
"I hope you're not serious about entering this 'tournament' against me."
17 shrugged off Daniel's aide and went to turn around, not even acknowledging the girl behind Daniel. She was irrelevant, his goal today was to win this for the prize money, even if as a cruel joke she entered the brawl, she did not appear to be any threat in the least.
Suddenly, the cruel joke happened.
"YEAH HE MIGHT NOT BE! BUT I SURE AM!" The girl suddenly yelled at the retreating robot.
"I'm going to win and take all the prize money for myself!"
Mixed between stunned silence and laughing (or the robotic equivalent of it, whatever that may be, its never happened in all recorded Atmosian history) 17 just turned around and replied.
"Very well then. Go ahead and make a three man team while you're at it, I could use the practice."
and he strode back to his seat by the arena
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« Reply #4 on Oct 5, 2009, 11:43am » | |
Awnes scoffed.
"Did this robot seriously just insult me?", she rhethorically pondered.
"No. He insulted ALL of us.", bitterly replied Daniel.
"No, I mean a "three men team". Obviously, it'd be a "two men and a women" team, right?", worriedly asked Awnes.
"Maybe he knows something about you you don't.", suggested Nelton.
Awnes and Daniel stared at him for a moment, Nelton's words not really reaching their brains. Awnes was the first to understand.
"That's IT! This robot's going DOWN! I'm registering, and I'll show him I'm a bigger threat than he seems to think!", snapped Awnes.
"Not a goood idea. He shooots fire out of his haaaands!", sang Nelton.
"Ha ha ha! We'll see who gets burned!", laughed Awnes.
She walked away towards the inscription stand, her hips swaying from side to side, her chin high.
Daniel sighed.
"I don't think she believed you."
He watched Awnes cut in front of the line and push away a bulky man who was signing in, grabbing the pen from his very hands.The bulky man hissed as Daniel softly whimpered.
"Your cousin's kinda fun.", mused Nelton, as Awnes dodged the now-angry man's fist.
"Really?", absent-mindedly answered Daniel, anxiously watching what seemed to degenerate into a fight.
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""Why don't we just invite them to dinner and massacre them when they're drunk?"
"You heard the man, there's 7000 of them"
"Ah...so it would have to be something simple with pasta then?"
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« Reply #5 on Oct 5, 2009, 10:06pm » | |
The argument between Awnes and the burly man very quickly escalated into a full fledged fight. The hulk of a man kept swinging his fists in an attempt to strike but Awnes continued to step backward and duck out of the way. She even got a few opportunities to land a punch of her own, but the wad of living muscle just took the blow like a leaf hitting a wall.
Not watching her step as she back peddled to dodge another punch, Awnes tripped over a sitting stool and fell backwards onto what she felt was a solid sheet of metal. She covered her eyes in terror as she brought her arms up to cushion the impending blow from the clenched fist of the thug.
The hit never came, instead a sudden metallic whir, a hitting of flesh on metal and a collective gasp from the surrounding crowd. Awnes opened her eyes.
She saw the man's fist, caught in mid swing by another arm, a metallic one. Awnes quickly stood up and spun in face to come face to face with the same robot who had just "insulted" her minutes earlier. He did not seem to care at Awnes shocked looks instead he spoke to the man who's fist he now held with extreme force in his own grasp.
"I believe the phrase goes, 'Ladies first', you can wait a bit longer I think." 17 coldly uttered.
The muscular man, who now had a face of with held pain from having his fist crushed in 17's clench, slowly nodded. 17 slowly released his hand, and let the man walk away.
"And you", 17 spoke now to Awnes, "if you honestly plan on entering this thing you better learn to throw a solid punch or pick up a weapon.... or ten." He then sat back down in his seat and entered a battery saving rest.
Awnes walked away a few paces, spun in place, shouted back at the resting robot "You better not think this means I'm going to go easy on you just because you helped me just then." turned, and continued walking to the sign up booth.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." 17 muttered to himself, and went back to sleep.
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« Reply #6 on Oct 7, 2009, 8:49am » | |
Awnes came back towards Daniel and Nelton, a wide grin on her face.
"Ha!", she victoriously shouted
Daniel pursed his lips.
"Good thing 17 was there, WHAT were you thinking?! You're normally not such an idiot, so why...?", accused Daniel.
"You don't get it do you? Why would I provoke Beefy over there for no reason?"
Faced with their puzzled looks, Awnes ignored them and started to think aloud.
"So he's a gentleman, I know that much. I knew the cheap "protect the girl" thing would work, he looked like such a sap. Did you see his look when I told him I entered? He composed himself, but one could tell he didn't think girls should join any brawl of any kind. Gentleman material. All I had to do was give him the right push and... Hmmm. Obviously, you were right, he's something to be reckoned with. Super strong, I could see that much from Beefy's pained expression. But he's got no sneaky bone in his body. Once again, gentleman material. He keeps on telling me to back off the contest, he doesn't want to fight me... He probably thinks it's not okay to hit girls... He learned to rely on his robot side too much, he forgot to think like a human. He's got no emotion, but hard-bedded morals. He won't hurt me. I KNOW it. He won't hurt me!"
Awnes gleefully laughed to herself, a sound that Daniel found somehow unnerving.
"You PURPOSEFULLY started a fight?! Just to see how he would react?! What if he hadn't?", questionned Daniel.
"Ah... But he did. I knew he would.", replied his cousin.
"You're crazy. One day your confidence will betray you, trust me on this. I've had more than enough of this brawl, and this r- 17. Let's just leave."
"What?!"
"So you analyzed 17, good for you. From the previous fight, though, it's obvious you're no use in a fight. So... let's go!"
"No good in a fight?! Of course I was no good in this fight! Never reveal the extent of your strength to your opponent, isn't that obvious?", angrily lashed Awnes.
Daniel sensed he had pricked her ego. As much as he loved his cousin, she had her flaws. He hated the way she coldly analyzed everyone and everything, never really revealing anything about herself... Her cold evaluation of 17 had chilled him much more than he would admit. Did he still feel some semblance of friendship for the android?
"As I said, I'm fighting in this brawl. I'm going to win this brawl. And when I do, I want to see the look on the robot's face!"
"His name is 17.", curtly reminded Daniel.
Awnes shrugged.
"I'm going to win this... you know why? I'll show you."
Awnes reached into her shoulder bag and brought about her "secret weapon".
"Wouldn't that be... cheating?"
"Ease up, mister Moral. They only said- No weapons."
"So you found a loophole, good for y-"
Daniel's furious answer was cut by the blaring sound of the speakers.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE ANNUAL HARVEST BRAAAAWL! GIVE A HAND TO ALL OUR CONTESTANTS! NOW REMEMBER, THIS YEAR, WE ARE FUNDED BY LORD INGRAM HIMSELF, SO THE WINNER WILL GET THE AMAZING SUM OF 200 SHINIES! YES, LADIES AND GENTS, TWOOOO HUNDRED! NOW, FOR THE FIRST ROUNDS, HERE ARE THE PAIRINGS! PAT THE FEEEARSOME AGAINST 17!HULK THE FEROOOOCIOUS AGAINST BORG THE VAAAANDAL! REX THE MIIIIGHTY AGAINST TROY NIIIIMBLE FEET! LEROY THE ABOOOOMINATION AGAINST THE LOOOOVELY AWNES! HECTOR THE STROOONG AGAINST MICKEY THE HOOOORRRIFYING! KEITH THE BRUUUUTE AGAINST THE FAAAALCON!"
"The lovely Awnes?! What sort of name is that, I distincly wrote "Awnes the Destroyer!"", complained the lady.
"17's up first! 17's up first! Let's go see him!", clamored Nelton.
"That's not a bad idea, actually. I might be able to study him some more... His battle techniques and things..."
Awnes went ahead and grabbed a seat close to the arena, leaving Daniel and Nelton behind.
"You know... I'm not so sure I like your cousin after all.", claimed Nelton.
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"You heard the man, there's 7000 of them"
"Ah...so it would have to be something simple with pasta then?"
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« Reply #7 on Oct 8, 2009, 8:52pm » | |
17 approached his gate to the wooden colosseum, he briefly went through his system data. "No weapons," he muttered to himself "changes things a bit."
One of the brawl directors came up from behind 17, and patted on him on his shoulder. "Yes, no unregistered weapons," the director explained "but you're allowed to use this," he handed 17 a solid blue rod "its a foam club, its solid enough to leave a bruise. It's all I can let you use besides raw strength, be glad we even let you enter."
17 looked over the rod, it was about 5 feet long and a few inches in diameter, more of a quarterstaff. "Can you make modifications to this thing?" 17 asked the director. "So long as it remains to be the same material and is not amplified in any way, you can cut it up into any shape you'd like." the director replied.
"Excellent" 17 said, drawing his wrist blade out to carve away at the foam. "Then if you don't mind," 17 continued as he carved up the toy weapon "could you put this at my seat please?" 17 suddenly detached his wrist blade and handed it to the director, who now looked mortified at the android's versatility. 17 took the now fully sculpted wrist blade foam replica and inserted it into the empty socket where his actual weapon had been.
"C-Certainly" the director sputtered "But if you don't mind, I'll have to take that blaster arm as well" he said, pointing to 17's right arm.
17 looked at his Cannon arm, it'd saved him in countless situations and was something he'd never been without, unless of course it had been blown off by an attack, which of course then he would have been separated from it, but he was never willingly seperated.... oh you get the idea.
17 tapped a button on the arm and it suddenly began folding itself apart and back together again like an origami swan, leaving a perfectly ordinary looking arm in its place. "What blaster arm?" 17 replied.
"oh.... ummm.. very well then" the director shrugged and walked away
"OH! Director?" 17 shouted to the now much more humble man, he turned to face the android "Thanks for leaving a title off my name and changing the girl's to 'lovely'. How annoyed was she about that?"
"Oh? Highly..... sir. You're money to pay for such things is as good as everyone else's" The director answered while raising a small sack of semi-shinies
"Excellent." 17 smirked at himself "Now if you don't mind, I'm ready to see how fearsome this 'Pat' is."
"AH! Of course sir!" The director suddenly composed himself before running over to a small balcony and shouted over the crowd's cheering. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! SORRY FOR THE BRIEF DELAY, IN THIS CORNER WE HAVE PAT, THE FEEEARSOME! AND IN THIS ONE, THE ANDROID UNDERDOG, 17! LET THE BRAWL BEGIN!"
A lever was pulled and the doors flung open, 17 briskly walked out to the arena as he saw his opponent "Pat" a rather large and unbathed Wallop, who's first instinct was to bull rush 17 at full speed, pulling back a right fist to make an obvious punch.
"Idiot" 17 thought to himself, "he's projecting his moves so darn obviously, shame that the crowd paid to see this fight. Its not going to last long."
Pat was now halfway across the arena. 17 just kept walking towards the target and made a casual twist of his neck to loosen up a bit.
Pat was almost on top of 17 now, he could see the glare of himself of the android's red eyes, he threw the right hook.
17 almost instantly shot a left arm with foam blade attached to intercept the punch, deflecting it to the side and knocking Pat off balance. He then, with his open right hand, grabbed the Wallop by the shoulder and threw him into the wall of the arena, causing some of the audience to be knocked out of their seats.
Dazed, Pat barely had time to say "ouch" before 17's foam blade connected with the side of his face in mid backswing, knocking the already stunned enemy cold. 17 poked at the Wallop a few times to make sure he was done, and proceeded to walk back to the door he entered from.
"I..." the announcer didn't believe it at first "I DON'T BELIEVE IT! 17 HAD JUST MADE A NEW RECORD FOR FASTEST KO IN BRAWL HISTORY! LOOKS LIKE THE WALLOP JUST TOOK.... well uh.... A WALLOP!"
(author note: yes I know that was a REALLY OVER POWERFUL fight and it was probably too short but I had spent too much creative effort on the pre-text, sue me  )
before exiting through his door 17 took one last look through the stunned crowd, he saw who he was looking for almost instantly. Daniel looked unsurprised, Nelton was cheering and waving his Spiky at 17 (probably asking for an autograph, 17 couldn't read his lips from this distance) and Awnes just sat there, mouth open and stunned. 17 pointed up in their direction "You're turn." he said, though no one could hear him, and he walked out.
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« Reply #8 on Oct 9, 2009, 11:07am » | |
[OOC- Gasp! Nuh-uh he didn't! ]
"Wow. He- That- Wha-. Hmm. That. Changes a lot of things.", finally declared Awnes.
"So you'll back out?", asked Daniel hopefully.
"What? How many times will you ask me to quit? No, I'm staying. I'll just have to...revise my strategy."
"Revise your strategy? Does Revising your strategy involve getting smashed into a wall by any chance?", bitterly spoke Daniel.
"Of course not! Look, I can win this... IF I save up my strengths. Therefore, I have to make the next fight with that loser "Leroy the Abomination", as easy as I can... Hmmm."
"That Hmm again. That's trouble.", commented Nelton.
"Daniel, Nelton, can I ask something of you?", suddenly inquired Awnes.
"Oooh oooh... Pick me pick me!", whined Nelton.
"If 17 comes around here... And he certainly will, he couldn't resist shoving his victory into my face, just distract him or something. Just say I'm in the bathroom or something. Got it?"
"Whoa whoa whoa... wait. Where are YOU going?"
"Me? Just off to have a peaceful... talk. Maybe with my best friend Leroy. See you later, chums!", laughed Awnes.
"Whatch'she gonna do?", asked Nelton.
"Didn't you hear her? She's off to *chat* with her next opponent.", simply replied Daniel.
"The kind of chatting that involves... Fists?"
"Knowing Awnes, probably not. Too obvious. She'll certainly try to- Uh."
Daniel cleared his throat. Sometimes a little white lie went a long way to get Nelton off his back. Especially when Nelton was looking up at him with huge, innocent eyes.
"But, yeah yeah, you're right, the kind of chat that involves fists. Now just stay quiet, and let's watch whoever's fighting now..."
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"You heard the man, there's 7000 of them"
"Ah...so it would have to be something simple with pasta then?"
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« Reply #9 on Oct 16, 2009, 9:28pm » | |
(sorry for the delay, had tests all week)
17 walked back through the gate as "Borg the Vandal" (who despite his large size jumped to the opposite side of the path as soon as he saw 17) went through it for his match up against Hulk.
The battle against Pat (if it could even be called that much) was a good warm up. 17's joints were loose and ready for more, but it would be a while before his next fight. "Might as well go back to your seat," he figured.
The second 17 saw his chair he knew something was wrong. That is to say that nothing was wrong with the seat, but it was what WASN'T there that bothered him. His wrist blade was no where to be found.
A few minutes later, 17 was talking to a very scared fight announcer.
"I told you to put the blade right down on my chair." 17 said, with almost no emotion of any kind, which was possibly scarier than if had yelled.
"I-I-I know!" The announcer replied sheepishly, "I did! It should be right by your seat!"
"Are you telling me," 17 began very slowly, just short of menacingly "That someone has the guts to steal my custom honed wrist blade, AFTER I just beat the fastest KO time in Brawl history?"
"....I guess so?" The announcer responded, not even sure if it was a rhetorical question or not, you could never tell with cyborgs.
17 sighed, "Alright, fine, its a good thing I'm a good guesser."
"You already know who did it!?" The announcer gaped
"Of course not" 17 said "But I'm willing to bet who did."
*Later*
17 slowly walked up to Nelton and Daniel
"Alright," 17 demanded "Where is it?"
"It?" Daniel inquired, having no idea what was going on
17 put a palm to his forehead, not surprised in the least. "Okay then," he spoke more casually, "where's Awnes?"
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« Reply #10 on Oct 17, 2009, 7:26am » | |
"Awnes? Oh... she's... she's.... you know... doing whatever women do. You know. Nature calls and stuff.", awkwardly answered Daniel.
"She's also gonna chaaa-", started Nelton, but Daniel suddenly jumped from his seat screaming-
"YEEEEEEAH! GO.... who was that? Hmm... uh... GOOOO TOUGH GUY WITH MUSCLES!"
"Since when are you a fan of Borg? 17 is much cooler.", remarked Nelton.
"Hrrrmm.OH, Nelton, I am a hardened fan now of this... Barg character. You should have seen it. It was... uh. Amazing whatever he did. What with the punching and kicking stuff.", babbled Daniel.
"Jeeez Daniel, learn you wrestling. I mean, that obviously was what in the business we call "A Double Twist Wham Boom.". Plus Borg didn't even do it well. I mean, one can afford to be a lot flashier... I'm a-telling ya, this crowd ain't gonna be pleased by buffoons such as this guy... I mean, what kind of "Whoosh Whatcha-Ma-Call-It Biggie Pain" was that?! Seriously!", commented Nelton. To this day, it still amazed Daniel how his slave could come up with the craziest things, and still say them with a straight face.
From the corner of his eye, Daniel saw Awnes returning to her seat. He almost chocked when he saw she was holding Leroy by the arm. As soon as she saw Daniel and Nelton were not alone anymore, she smiled and quickly pushed Leroy away from her.
"Hey there guys... and robot. What did I miss?", she asked, smiling with her full, great teeth.
"Oh, nothing much, just a "A Double Twist Wham Boom." and a "Whoosh Whatcha-Ma-Call-It Biggie Pain".", commented Nelton absent-mindedly.
"A Double Twist Wham Boom, really?! I can't believe I missed it!", answered Awnes with a smirk. She grinned at 17.
"So what was it you wanted, O my robot saviour?"
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"You heard the man, there's 7000 of them"
"Ah...so it would have to be something simple with pasta then?"
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« Reply #11 on Oct 19, 2009, 8:07pm » | |
17 just stood unfazed by Awnes's comment
"I think you know exactly what I want Awnes. I'd prefer to take my wrist blade back without force if that's fine with you."
"You're wrist blade?" Awnes playfully questioned "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. Any ideas Leroy?"
"Uhhhhhhh, nope, I do like this shiny shield thingy though I got." Leroy muttered drunkenly, holding up his arm, revealing a metal blade attached the wrong way onto his arm, as though it were a shield.
17 stood stock still, stunned and confused. He quickly re-organized his strategy and evaluated a plan of action.
17 grabbed the muscular man by the arm without hesitation. "That right there" 17 began slowly "is a solid steel blade forged solely so I can kill people, people like you. And unless you'd like to see the business end of my other armaments I'd suggest you give that back. NOW."
(Character note: I decided that 17 considers any weapon from his original mechanical build essential even if he COULD upgrade it to something better, which explains why he keeps his STEEL weapon in a futuristic society. As a result he is also very protective of these parts)
"HAW." Leroy laughed, "I'd like to see you try tin can."
17 could take occasional bad mouthing on his state of being, but when it came out of the mouth of someone who also had stolen from him, its pushing it.
The metal fist met Leroy's gut at high velocity. The muscled fighter grunted as he fell to his knees.
"First warning." 17 muttered "I DARE you to take the second. I'd like my wrist blade back, now."
"You want this back?" Leroy coughed as he pulled the weapon off his arm. "THEN TAKE IT BACK!" He roared as he trust the weapon at 17, meaning to stab the android.
17 thrust his normal blade wielding arm forward to meet the weapon. Rather than the anticipated sound of steel on bio-alloy, the arm changed shape as to catch the blade in mid swing. The arm then spun in place, much to Leroy's shock, to re-insert the weapon into its proper position. The arm looked as though nothing had changed at all since 17 took the blade out earlier.
"Thanks." 17 muttered before sending his empty hand hurtling into Leroy's jaw.
A knocked out Leroy, an indifferent and re-armed 17, a stunned Daniel, a cheering Nelton, and a now widely grinning Awnes stood (except for Leroy as he is most definitely passed out on the ground) still for a few moments. The fight announcer's voice suddenly broke the silence.
"AND NOW, THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR I'M SURE! THE INFAMOUS LEROY THE ABOMINATION WILL TAKE ON THIS YEAR'S UNDERDOG, THE LOVELY AWNES!"
suddenly 17 put two and two together "..... nicely done Awnes" was all he could say.
"Why thank you 17!" Awnes cheerfully said, "Couldn't have done it without you." She paused as she walked to the arena. "AND NEXT TIME YOU CHANGE MY TITLE YOU BETTER CHECK IT OUT WITH ME FIRST!" She yelled at 17 before storming off.
A now used and vastly surprised 17 squatted down and tried to wake up the now unconscious Leroy and shook his head.
"Daniel" 17 started "Is that girl ALWAYS this tactical and diabolical?"
The still shocked Daniel came to his senses "Wha?! Uh.... when there's money involved, yup."
17 stared at the shrinking form of Awnes in the distance and shook his head "Well then, this changes things"
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On her way to the arena, Awnes lightly tapped the announcer on the shoulder.
"Can I?", she asked
"Can you wha-?", started the announcer, right before his microphone was snatched from his hands.
"LADIES AAAAAND GENTLEMEN. LEROY THE ABOMINATION BEING SADLY K.O. BEFORE A FIGHT... DUE TO EXCESSIVE DRINKING (REMEMBER KIDS, STAY AWAY FROM THAT AWFUL, AAAAWFUL STUFF), AWNES *THE DESTROYER* IS DECLARED THE DE FACTO WINNER!"
As the crowd looked around, groaning about the lack of fighting, Awnes smirked to herself.
"Go Awnes!", she whispered to herself.
She glanced back to her seat, and saw 17 was still here, apparently signing Nelton's dagger. She contained her urge to roll her eyes.
But instead, she smiled, waving at the crowd. She wasn't sure whether or not 17 could see her, but just in case, she taunted him by blowing him a kiss.
"AWNES THE DESTROYER DEDICATES HER VICTORY TO HER SWEETHEART 17!", she added quickly, not resisting the urge to nag 17 some more.
Some went "aaww", while some jeered.
She looked up, but his expression wasn't exactly annoyed. Just a strange... Robot-like expression. She huffed. Stupid robot, not giving her the pleasure of provoking him.
She left the arena, leaving the stage to Hector the Strong vs. Mickey the Horrifying. However, she didn't exactly feel like going back to her cousin and what she had grown to think of as his "kid". She walked to the east, away from the now cheering crowd, and shuddered.
She needed time to think. Being obnoxious in front of 17 helped her stay concentrated, but she needed to think... To think as to what would happen. She would win. That was sure. But she would have to pay the price.... She imagined the small crystal in her pouch.
She shuddered once again. Her grandma always said some things should be left alone.
Then she smiled at her own foolishness. 200 shinies... She could buy a ship.
What was a ship next to...
Her wanderings had taken her into the surroundering forest.
"I better get back before the second round starts...", she mumbled to herself.
"Hey, girlie.", a low, grumbling voice rang.
Awnes tensed. She hadn't seen the man arriving. Tall, well-built, blond.
"I'm Borg. 'Nother fighter in this brawl.", he introduced himself.
"I'm Awnes. The soon-to-be winner of this brawl.", she answered tartly.
"About that. Saw you were going away from the crowd for a moment. Just as well, wanted to talk to y'a 'bout somethin'.", started Borg.
"Well spit it out, I'm not getting any younger."
"No, but you're about to get a lot sorrier. Men these parts... They don't like it so much when a girl joins the brawl. And they REALLY don't like it when she think' she can get away with cheating. Just 'cause they're ladies, think they can get away with anythin'..."
Awnes thought "Duh!" to herself.
"Cheating? What in the Wastelands are you talking about? Why would I cheat?", spoke up Awnes, widening her brown eyes. She cursed at herself interiorly. Why had she shown the crystal to Daniel?! Had Borg somehow seen it?
"It's obvious, ain't it? You and your robot lover. You're letting him wipe out your competition, then when the last fight between the two of ya comes, he'll act like a loser and you'll win. Then you'll split the money or something. Don't think I don't have you two figured out!", explained Borg.
Awnes stared at him for a long five seconds. She simultaneously wanted to laugh at Borg, gag at his insinuation (come on, she was smarter than *that* kind of stupid plan, REALLY!), and shudder at the thought of 17 as anything other than an easy target. He was a robot for Atmos's sake! A robot! No reaaaally! A robot!
"I. Hmm. Looks like you have me figured out. I love 17 passionately and plan on having lots of little robots with him.", she spoke. She tried to mean it, but couldn't bring herself to it. Restraining her laugh demanded too much concentration already.
The announcer's voice suddenly rang, slightly muted by the trees, but still audible.
"WEEEELL, THAT WAS QUITE A FIIIIGHT! HERE ARE THE WINNER OF THE FIRST ROUND-17!BORG THE VAAAANDAL! TROY NIIIIMBLE FEET! THE LOOOOVELY AWNES THE DESTROYER! HECTOR THE STROOONG ! KEITH THE BRUUUUTE ! PAIRINGS ARE- 17 VS. TROY NIIIMBLE FEEET! HECTOR THE STRONG AGAINST KEITH THE BRUTE!! BORG THE VAAANDAL AGAINST THE LOOOVELY AWNES THE DESTROYER!"
Awnes felt like yelling after hearing the awful combination that now was her stage name.
Then...Something suddenly went tilt. Borg had heard the announcer too. He was staring at her carefully.
"Uh. We're up against each other next.", he simply remarked.
Awnes had already discovered Borg had at least half a brain. If anybody wanted to win this brawl, they had to do some backstabbing along the way. They were alone, far from the crowd. An accident in the forest so easily happens...
She could tell he was thinking the same thing.
He took a step towards her. Her breath suddenly stopped as her heart went completely frantic.
"I'll just tell the robot you-", he started with a smirk. He was reaching in his belt. For some form of dagger.
Awnes grabbed her pouch with the energy of despair, grasping desperately for her crystal.
Borg lunged at her with his sword (darn-it-swords-gave-longer-reach), and she threw herself down. The contents of her pouch went flying in the grass.
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her above the ground. Her feet kicked the air helplessly. He threw her against a tree, and agonizing pain suddenly greeted the sinister CRACK of her back and arms.
She started whining once she caught her breath.
He towered above her and pointed his sword to her throat. She felt tears run down her cheeks and started to sob pathetically.
"Don't worry, I don't kill women. I'll just make sure you aren't fit to compete. Like you and your robot arranged for my friend Leroy.", spat Borg.
She saw him advance. She saw his left leg rise. She cringed at the incoming kick. Her long fingers closed on a cold, strange sort of rock. The glowing green kind.
Without any second thought, she threw the crystal down her throat, just as the kick landed on her ribs. She fought back the urge to throw up, and huddled in a ball.
Borg looked disgusted. Obviously, he had expected more resistance. He started to walk away towards the arena.
Awnes slowly stood up.
His back was to her.
She quietly advanced towards him, as quickly as her painful body would allow her.
He seemed to tense for a moment.
She lunged, grabbed him by the neck, her legs circling his ribs for more balance.
"A back strike? How-", he started.
She grabbed his neck and twisted. She hadn't really meant for it to be that hard... Had she?
He suddenly crumpled down, bringing her down with him.
She stayed silent for a moment, then weakly started to laugh at herself.
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Meanwhile...
"Oooh, 17's up next! Troy has no chance!", exhulted Nelton.
He proudly brandished his newly-decorated Spiky.
"Where's Awnes?", asked Daniel.
"Dunno. Maybe she went to the bathroom.", innocently answered Nelton.
Daniel hesitated. Something seemed wrong with Awnes's absence. Although... He was practically sure she was preparing one of her under-handed tricks once again. She wouldn't appreciate the disturbance.
"Let's just watch 17's fight, Awnes's will be back soon anyway.", Daniel told himself.
"LADIES AND GEEEENTS! SCREAM, CLAP, AND CHEER FOR 17 AND TROY NIIIMBLE FEET! ON ONE SIDE, 17 THE STRONG, LEAN, MEAN MACHHHINE! ON ANOTHER, TROY, THE FASTEST, NIMBLEST, BADDEST OF THE TERRA!"
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« Reply #13 on Oct 22, 2009, 5:56pm » | |
17 walked into the arena for his second time today. Some of the various props and obstacles that had been set up earlier were either gone or broken to splinters. As the announcer called out his and Troy's stage names and the gates flung open 17 rushed to the center of the arena. If his opponent's stage name was "Nimble feet" it would only make sense that this would be a battle of quick blows and even faster thinking.
As he ran to the middle of the arena, foam blade drawn, what 17 saw caught him completely off guard. His opponent, Troy looked even younger than Nelton, late teens at best. But he certainly lived up to his name sake. Troy had already passed the mid mark of the arena as 17 was only halfway there and continued sprinting at his opponent.
17 decided a battle of speed was only his to lose, Troy was just too fast for him. As Troy charged even closer to the android 17 prepared a mighty swing of his sword, he'd make this a battle of strength.
Perhaps with only 20 feet between them Troy pulled out his weapons. 17 identified them as daggers fashioned from the foam provided. Much to 17's surprise however Troy began his attack from a distance by throwing one of his daggers at 17's chest. Caught off guard, 17 reacted to the incoming blade of solid foam (which despite being blunt and non-lethal would still create quite a blow) and made an upward swing of his own weapon to parry the flying foam out of the way. He only realized his mistake too late in the movement. Troy's second dagger made direct impact with 17's now unguarded chest within seconds, knocking the mechanical mercenary back a few steps.
Back on his feet, 17 lunged at Troy with his weapon drawn. Troy seemed to stand stock still, 17 almost thought the kid had a death wish. Within moments of the blow connecting however, Troy dodged to the side and took another strike with his dagger, this time catching 17 so off guard that it knocked him flat to the ground.
17 could've almost sworn to himself for being so foolish not to watch Troy's earlier fight. He would obviously have used the same strategy to outsmart his other opponents, there was no other way this kid could've won. If he hadn't been talking with Awnes..... oh dear Awnes, she was probably laughing at 17's failure right now. He looked up to where Daniel and Nelton were sitting, and while he saw Daniel on his feet with a shocked expression and Nelton crying in his lap, he didn't see Awnes anywhere near them. In fact he didn't see Awnes ANYWHERE in the stands.
17 thought maybe she was plotting another scheme to get ahead, but that made no sense because she obviously had been spying on 17 to see his strategies for when they finally met in the arena.
"Hey! Android!" a nearby voice suddenly yelled. 17 spun to see that Troy was talking to him. "You looking for your girlfriend or something? She's a goner, I just saw her walk into the forest a few minutes ago, saw Borg go in after her too. Be lucky if she came back in one piece, he looked serious."
17 gave a blank, surprised look at Troy, "You're telling me this, why?" he replied, over the shouts of the now very angry crowd that no violence was breaking out.
"Cause," Troy responded "I wanna see if a robot squirms when he's about to pass out on the ground knowing he can't help anyone he cares about."
17 couldn't help denying it, despite being mostly robot he couldn't help but notice that whatever was left of his human side had been interested with Awnes, she'd been able to use his programing of self defense against him, toyed with him and not driven him to violence, and to top all of that she had looked good doing it.
"Well," 17 replied "Sorry to disappoint, but you'll need to try just a bit harder."
"Oh?" Troy mused "Well in that case..." he dropped off as he suddenly tore aside his jacket to reveal a belt filled with at least 10 foam daggers. He then proceed to throw two and rush 17 again, wielding a dagger in each hand.
17 ducked under the first two attacks and proceeded to block both of his assailant's blows with a horizontal sweep of his weapon, which not only deflected the two dagger's Troy was wielding, it also knocked him onto his back.
The crowd went wild as 17 jumped into the air and readied a vertical slash of his sword to end the fight. Troy rolled out of the way just in time as the ground trembled under 17's weight.
Troy let loose another barrage of daggers to which 17 replied with another side step. The fight looked like it could take a while, and if Troy was right Awnes might not have a while left. Another thrown dagger from Troy, this time 17 did the unexpected, he dodged to the side again but this time grabbed the dagger out of the air with his open hand. This now would be a man to man, two weapon brawl.
17 ran full speed at Troy, this time with arms outstretched and prepared to sweep inward, cutting off Troy's exits to dodge. Troy had only one option, block. He quickly grabbed two of his remaining daggers and lifted them up in a desperate effort to stop the incoming attack. Weapons met and Troy was barely able to keep 17's weapons from crushing his body. The two fighters were locked in a grapple for a few seconds, though everyone knew at that point that 17 was going to over take Troy at some point.
"Troy" 17 coughed while struggling to keep his crushing attack up (he had to admit, Troy was a lot stronger than he had thought) "Ever been hit in the head with a solid block of metal?" Troy looked at 17 like he was insane, it was possibly the dumbest thing he'd ever heard in a fight. He shook his head to say no.
"Well then" 17 started to grin, "there's a first time for everything." 17 suddenly let loose a surprise head butt attack directly on Troy's skull, not to hard to make sure he wasn't seriously injured, but enough to knock him out. Troy fell to the ground in a heap.
"WHAT A WONDERFUL FIGHT!" the announcer began "WAY TO USE YOUR HEAD 17!!!!!!!!!!!" (sorry had to use that joke)
But before the crowd could even begin to cheer for him, 17 was already sprinting out of the arena, he had to find Awnes.
The android's body wasn't made for trekking through the wilderness, but that had never stopped him before and it certainly wasn't going to now. Jumping over large tree roots and speeding past flora and fauna alike, 17 followed the recently made foot prints.
17 shortly heard whimpers and cries from behind a nearby tree. He quickly stopped and looked behind it to find a tear stained Awnes and the limp body of who 17 assumed was Borg. Awnes barely even noticed 17 as he knelt down to see if she was alright. He soon saw a tear in her shirt near her gut, revealing a bruise where Borg had kicked her. Without even thinking about Borg, 17 held out his hand and simply said "Come on."
"But...." Awnes started, she was looking past 17, at Borg. 17 understood what she was worried about and gave a quick look at Borg, he was certainly dead. "Self defense." he whispered to her as soothingly as he could (care and nurturing weren't exactly priority skills for a combat android) "It doesn't matter, we are getting you to a doctor first." he said while he carefully lifted her up onto his back and ran off to the main area.
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« Reply #14 on Oct 27, 2009, 5:23am » | |
Awnes felt like protesting. Screaming. How DARE he?! She wasn't some baggage to be carried on his back! She ground her teeth. The pain was making her head spin, and an uncontrollable rage seemed to gain her. She wanted to hit 17's back or something... She caught herself. She was still under the crystal's influence, that much was certain...
Control. Control.
"How much do you know about crystals? I don't know that much. It's never been my thing, crystals. ", she muttered. She wasn't sure 17 could hear her.
Meanwhile, Daniel had seen 17 leave the arena, visibly in a hurry. As Awnes had not yet returned, his "bad feeling" came back with a vengence.
"Nelton, when Awnes left, did you see what direction she took?", he suddenly asked.
"Dunno. Think she went to the forest or somethin'", answered Nelton.
Daniel's eyes widened. 17 had also gone to the forest.
"Craaaap. Nelton, follow me, and hurry!", ordered Daniel.
They ran towards the forest, and started calling Awnes's name, engaging deeper and deeper into the trees. They eventually ran into 17.
Daniel's eyes widened as he saw 17 and Awnes.
"You bloody robot, what in the Wastelands have you done to my cousin?!"
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« Reply #15 on Oct 27, 2009, 6:36am » | |
17 stopped in his tracks as Daniel confronted him. "Me? Daniel if I had done something to your cousin then why would I be taking her back to a doctor right now?"
Daniel didn't have an answer to this as 17 continued "Also, look around, Awnes next opponent is no where to be found either, HE did this to her!"
"What proof do you have of that!?" Daniel yelled back
"Daniel," 17 was more calm about this "he's in there right now, dead."
Daniel's jaw dropped like a stone. "She....killed?" He stuttered
17 just nodded "It was self defense though, she's suffered some sort of blow to the chest. And she mumbled something about a crystal, I think Borg might have hit her with some kind of weapon, I need to get her to a doctor ASAP."
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« Reply #16 on Oct 29, 2009, 7:46am » | |
Awnes blinked her eyes open, and through a hazy vision, caught sight of Daniel and Nelton.
"Daniel, I'm on a robot's back.I feel like one of those maaaarvelous girls in those amaaazing stories.", she announced very seriously. Her declaration was followed by a giggle.
Daniel's eyes went round. Even Nelton shifted his weight, aware that something was off, and feeling slightly uncomfortable.
The pilot and his slave made their way towards 17 and Awnes. Daniel grabbed his cousin's hand, and stared at her, a worried look on his face.
"Awnes, don't worry, we'll get you ba-"
"Don't touch me! I'll kill you!", suddenly burst Awnes.
In the second she yelled it, everyone jumped back, except for 17, who, of course, was the one holding her.
"You, robot! Drop me now! It's an order! Drop me now!", she ordered, screaming like a madwoman.
"Awnes's gone loopy.", quickly analyzed Nelton, standing a cautious distance of two feet away from her.
"I said DROP ME! NOW!", hollered Awnes.
Daniel mumbled something to Nelton, and they both advanced towards Awnes, hands outstretched, as if in a "We come In Peace" gesture. Daniel only held up his left hand, though, as he was using his right one to search his coat pocket for a Freeze crystal. It had to be in there somewhere...
"STAY BACK! STAY BACK! AND YOU, ROBOT! LET ME DOWN! NOW! LET ME DOWN NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU!"
17 seemed to freeze, but his hold on Awnes had tightened. She raged, and even let out a chilling primordial scream.
Then... In a lighting-fast move, she grabbed 17's left shoulder and pulled.
Nelton's face went completely white was 17's whole left arm was suddenly torn from his body.
"Holy Sky Shark.", let out Daniel.
Taking advantage of the horrified confusion of the men, Awnes slid off 17's back. She slowly rose.
"What in the WASTELANDS do you think you're doing?! You're wounded, you idiot, you need help!", screamed Daniel.
The look she gave him wasn't human. He backed away so fast he stumbled into Nelton.
"I don't need healing anymore. I don't feel anything. Anymore.", Awnes announced, her words distorted, as if talking was a painful exercise.
"Now get out of my way, pathetic cowards. I wanna kill something, and you best pray it's not you.", she spat.
Nelton blocked the passage between two trees, arms crossed.
Awnes, in a quirk that was so much like her old self, raised an eyebrow.
She made a large swooping motion with her right hand, and Nelton was knocked off his feet.
She stepped over him and headed towards the arena, running.
Her chest was still bleeding, and from the way she held herself, something with her ribcage wasn't right. But she was running.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, thought Daniel, right before he focused on more pressing matters.
"Hoooooly Wastelands. Nelton,17, are you two okay?!", he inquired.
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« Reply #17 on Oct 29, 2009, 7:30pm » | |
17 just looked at Nelton, "Me? Injured?" 17 laughed (human side was out in force today), "Thanks for the concern but this is just a big scratch." 17 picked up his torn off arm, placed it in position for repairs and began using his index finger of his other arm to weld it back together. "A REALLY big scratch" he muttered.
"17," Daniel started, "I'm sure you already know this, but there is no way Awnes could've done that with her bare hands without some kind of help."
"You're right," 17 replied "I do know. I also know that there were no weapons near where I found her and Borg, she killed him with her bare hands. I also didn't see any bruising or scratches on him, if I had to take a guess, she did it with a single blow, perhaps a strike to the head or a snap of the neck." He said it coldly, uncaring, as if he were talking about a dangerous animal, not a person.
"That's impossible, Awnes might boast her strength all she wants but there is no way she actually has that kind of physical power." Daniel agreed.
"Exactly," 17 quickly responded "Not without help at least."
"What are you saying?" Daniel hesitantly asked
"I'm saying, that Awnes probably has used a crystal of some sort to try to amplify her body."
"A SINGLE crystal, giving that much power?!" Daniel was stunned
"Its not unheard of," 17 said as he finished up his quick repair of his arm "and that much power would explain the mental instability she seems to be experiencing."
Daniel slumped down to the ground, finding it very difficult to believe what he was hearing. His own cousin had killed someone, gone insane with power and nearly ripped someone else apart.
17 lifted his now repaired arm up and examined it closely, looking content with his work he pointed his full attention to Daniel and Nelton. "Okay," he started "here's the plan. I'll go after Awnes and see if I can't get her under control somehow, you two need to go straight to the arena and alert the people, particularly the other combatants, about what's going on. If Awnes gets there first, she's probably going to start eliminating the other contestants so that she can take the prize money. Makes sure she doesn't."
Daniel just gave a weak nod as Nelton helped him up to his feet again. He suddenly looked up with inspiration, and quickly dug into his coat pocket. "Here," Daniel quickly pulled out a crystal from his pocket "use this with your gun to slow her down, its a Freeze crystal. I dunno if what she's using makes her immune to it or something, but it'll get her attention at any rate."
17 took the crystal and inserted it into his gun arm slot, with a very satisfied look on his face as his right arm shaped into its familiar cannon form (one he had been missing dearly all day). "Thanks." He said simply.
As 17 started to run off after Awnes, Nelton couldn't help but get his two cents in "GO STOP THE CRAZY LADY MR. 17!" He cheered.
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« Reply #18 on Oct 31, 2009, 1:49am » | |
Nelton and Daniel rushed towards the crowd, and started yelling "Stop everything!", at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately, a battle was taking place, and they couldn't even hear themselves over the noise of the cheering crowd. They ran towards the announcer, their only hope in getting themselves heard.
But they looked down on the stadium-like structure and knew it was too late.
Awnes was running towards the arena, the wind rushing in her short hair.
She pushed everyone out of her way, and made herself a path through the crowd and towards the arena.
Hector the Strong was bashing Keith's the Brute's right shoulder as she stepped into the fighting area.
"OOOH! THAAAAT'S GOTTA HURT! LOOK LIKE KEITH'S IN A BAAAAD POSITION NOW AND... DID A GIRL JUST STEP INTO THE ARENA? MISS, WE ALL APPRECIATE YOUR ENTHUSIASM, BUT PLEASE STAY WITHIN THE-"
The announcer suddenly stopped talking, watching, baffled, like every member of the audience, Awnes throw a punch at Hector the Strong.
Hector went down like a stone, and Keith, nursing his shoulder, stared at Awnes carefully.
She advanced towards him, her face distorted in an awful snarl.
Keith quickly backed away, his fists raised in a defensive position.
She smiled as she punched his stomach.
Her smile washed away when she saw he had blocked her.
She seemed to tense, and the whole audience held its breath.
All of the sudden, she lunged into the air, and crescent-kicked his arms out of the way. As she landed, she executed a neat strike to his ribs.
The air gone from his lungs in the space of a second, Keith crumbled down like a stone.
"HA! I've beat them! I AM THE Winner! ALL BOW TO AWNES THE DESTROYER!"
She erupted into a fight of maniacal, beastly laughter.
"WHO DARES CHALLENGE ME NOW?!"
The offer was left hanging in the air.
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« Reply #19 on Nov 1, 2009, 11:03pm » | |
The announcer, who was clearly confused but not about to admit that this wasn't for entertainment and part of the show (they had to make money somehow after all), decided to go along with the action in the arena. "ummm YES! WHO WILL CHALLENGE THIS UNDERDOG OF BRAWLERS!? AWNES THE ummmm DESTROYER!" (he also was not about to get the name wrong of someone who had jumped into a mid arena fight and taken out BOTH fighters).
Suddenly a shout came from the arena stands. "WHO ELSE?!" 17 yelled as he leaped over the arena walls to confront Awnes. The crowd went nuts.
"YES!" the arena announcer began to get the crowd even more excited, "PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THIS SURPRISE ARENA FINALE! AWNES VERSUS 17!"
"YOU!" Awnes bellowed in an inhuman, almost guttural yell. "You've ruined everything! It was supposed to be so easy! I just had to get to this finale, THEN just beat you with my secret weapon!"
17 smiled as he pulled up his foam blade and readied his cannon arm "So you did cheat?" he sneered at the enraged woman.
"CHEATED?!" Awnes said shocked, "ME!? NONSENSE! I just tweaked the circumstances a little. Its still me and you in the final battle here, and I've got a hankering to see your scrap metal all over this arena!" She yelled as she rushed at 17.
17 fired his cannon arm a few times, but to his surprise Awnes swatted the energy shots with her bare hands, seeming to barely slow her down at all. The crystal she had used was stronger than he had thought.
This time, 17 was prepared for Awnes's strength though, and the two locked arm on solid foam in a heated struggle. Awnes went in for a low kick to knock 17 off gaurd, but 17 stepped into the attack, causing Awnes to stub her toe on the android's solid metal armor.
With Awnes now off balance, 17 knocked her back and lunged at her with the foam weapon, readied to knock her unconscious. What happened next was completely unexpected however, Awnes suddenly jumped back onto her feet and let out an animalistic roar, her eyes narrowing like a cat and in a quick flourish she made a clawing movement her hands, grasping for 17's weapon.
17's foam blade now was in two clean cut pieces, the hilt still on 17's arm, the remainder on the ground. 17 looked up to see what had happened. Awnes's finger nails had transformed and sharpened down to claws, they had cut right through the foam.
17 prepared his steel blade, he'd only use the blunt end now, but he hoped that he could end this soon. This was NOT what he had signed up for.
writter's note: (yeah kinda wierd, but I didn't want this to be a one post battle and I figured I'd have some fun with this crystal mutation thing)
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« Reply #20 on Nov 4, 2009, 1:44am » | |
Daniel and Nelton anxiously stared down, cringing as each punch and kick hit its mark.
When Awnes suddenly grew claws, Daniel jumped as the man sitting next to him let out a loud, obnoxious swear.
Exactly what Daniel had wanted to say.
"Boss, we can't just stay here. 17's awesome, but now Awnes is also awesome. I don't want her to be more awesome than him.", mumbled Nelton, pulling on the back of Daniel's long coat.
" You're right! That robot... I'm sure he's going to hurt her! I'm not going to let him hurt my cousin, just so he can get his paws on the money!", agreed Daniel.
"Boss, your cousin's got claws. And...", started Nelton.
His speech stopped as Awnes gave a horrendous, loud roar.
"I'm thinking it's 17 we need to side with on this one.", finished the slave.
Daniel tensed, but he suddenly rushed towards the stairs that led to the arena, Nelton trailing behind. He ran as fast as he could, and nearly would have fallen headfirst into the "pit", had not Nelton grabbed him by the back of his coat once again. As he caught his balance, he started to hurry down the stairs once again, screaming at the top of his lungs:
"Hold on 17! We're coming!"
He wasn't sure 17 could hear him. The android was currently dodging one of Awnes's kick.
Daniel swallowed his saliva. Did Awnes strangely look... Bigger? More...imposing somewhat?
"Wow, Awnes's gone as big as a Wallop...", muttered Nelton.
Daniel stopped on his tracks. Wallop.
He remembered the crystal she had quickly shown him in the stands, remembered vaguely its green glow.... It had reminded him of something back then, but she had been too quick for him to properly identify the crystal...
"Nelton, remember than poster you had in your room? The Wallop guy?"
"Oh, you mean Junko from the Storm Hawks? He's the coolest!"
They were still runnning towards Awnes and 17, barely now ten meters away from them.
"His thingies... on his hands... They gave him strength, right? Weren't they powered by some green crystals?"
"Boss, 17 needs help, not green crystals", curtly answered Nelton. Had the situation been less stressful, Daniel would have noted that this was the first time Nelton got cross with him...
"What would happen if someone... Swallowed one of those crystals?"
"I don't know!"
Daniel and Nelton were too out of breath to say anything more. They stood barely a meter away from the fighters, panting madly.
"17! SHE'S TURNING INTO SOME WEIRD FORM OF WALLOP! SHE MUIST HAVE SWALLOWED THE CRYSTAL!", yelled Daniel.
The pilot had not yet finished his sentence as Nelton, dauntless, jumped onto Awnes's back and pulled on her hair with all his strength.
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« Reply #21 on Nov 4, 2009, 10:56pm » | |
Awnes let loose another roar, flailing her arms wildly trying to grab Nelton off of her back. Seizing the advantage, 17 began charging his arm cannon for a fully powered shot with the freeze crystal. Nelton was whooping and hollering as if he was enjoying himself, playing rodeo trying to keep a firm grip on Awnes's back and occasionally poking at her with his dagger Spiky, barely inflicting flesh wounds. Daniel stood frozen with a horrified look on his face. The crowd was loving every minute of it.
This went on for a few minutes until Awnes then got a hold of Nelton by his leg and held him upside down readying a clawed hand to strike him with. Nelton gave a mix between an excited giggle and a whimper as he waited for the oncoming hit. Suddenly 17 stepped in, sword and cannon ready. Taking the blow from Awnes's arm with his own (which almost ripped it off for the second time today), 17 jabbed his arm cannon into Awnes's chest before muttering "Chill out." and letting the charged blast of ice energy into Awnes's stomach.
Nelton fell to the ground as her grip on his leg was instantly broken. Awnes's whole body jerked and was sent flying backwards, ramming into the wall of the arena. 17 dropped to one knee, he was nearly exhausted of all battery life and would have to revert to non-combat, back-up energy.
17 looked up to see Awnes's body fell rigidly to the ground, she was going to be okay if the crystal's effects wore off. She might have swallowed it according to Daniel so it might be a day or so but nature was eventually going to take its course and she'd be fine. 17 chuckled at his own joke, however crude it was.
He shook his head; humor, nobility, affection, and now ONE LINERS?! His human side was on a roll today. 17 looked over at the dazed, but unhurt, Nelton beside him. 17 just looked at him and said, "Thanks." Nelton's eyes lit up and he gave a huge grin before falling asleep from exhaustion.
Daniel was at Awnes's side now as paramedics rushed in, he looked over at 17, gave a thankful nod and helped put Awnes's body up on a stretcher.
Seeing that all was well, 17 sighed, relaxed, and entered light sleep mode to try and recharge a bit, if anyone came by, he'd get up again.
Before he passed out though, he heard a voice in his head, an audio recording from memory banks he didn't even know he had access to (his real brain? His real memories perhaps?).
"This, THIS is what you were built for Tobias, THIS is why you'll keep going."
But before 17 had time to decipher this bizarre message, his battery life gave out, and the android automatically passed out into sleep mode.
(Author note: I'm probably going to do a little backstory thread at some point for my own entertainment, so I figured I'd throw this in)
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« Reply #22 on Nov 5, 2009, 8:01am » | |
Awnes opened her brown eyes and gave a growl.
The medics immediately backed away from the stretcher, and one of them reached into his little metal suitcase.
Awnes was starting to painfully stand up when a small red ray hit her. She went down to the dust, her long legs suddenly crumbling from under her.
The medics all released their breath.
"Whoa, quick thinking there, Joe.", congratulated one of the doctors.
"I saw what she did to those others fighters. Good thing for all of us I had a stun crystal... And we had this marvelous fellow!", said "Joe", nodding towards 17.
"Yeah. Hmm. So. Who wants to be there when she wakes up?", jokingly asked of the doctors.
They all laughed. One of them would have added something, but he caught Daniel's stern look, and stopped himself, closing his open mouth.
"Look, I'm pretty sure she swallowed a crystal, the kind Wallops use for their Knuckle Boosters or whatever they're called...", informed Daniel.
"She... swallowed. A crystal. Made for Wallops at that.", wondered Joe, his look clearly saying "Even a sky shark with memory loss wouldn't do something so stupid".
"Look.... Just get it out of her, okay?"
"What was it doing in there in the first place, if you don't mind my asking? If she thought that crystal would somehow give her an advantage, that's outright cheating..."
"She didn't win, why does it matter?", quickly avoided Daniel.
Joe clucked his tongue but didn't add anything. He rummaged throught his pouch once again, looking for something. When he found it, he smiled and pulled it out- a dark green, murky crystal.
"Okay, this might do it. It only works if she's awake though.", announced Joe.
The medics all shared a sheepish look. Nelton sighed, walked over to Awnes, and gave her a quick pinch.
Her eyes opened in the space of a second, but before she got the chance to roar once again, the crystal power hit her right smack in the chest.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, mouth wide open.
Then she turned her head to the side of her stretcher and gave up on her lunch.
"Charming. I do love spending time with my cousin.", remarked Daniel acidly.
The crystal finally came out, although it took much disgusting, chocking noises from Awnes to reject it. When she did however, her whole body seemed to shrink, and she fell once again out of the stretcher, headfirst into the ground.
They all rushed towards her, though the doctors stayed a careful step back. Daniel grabbed her by her shoulders and lifted her. His cousin looked positively sick.
"I think I'm gonna throw up...", she moaned.
"Hmm... You already did.", he reminded her.
"What happened? Did I win?", she inquired painfully. Her voice was breathy, forced.
"Hmm. Not...", started Daniel.
"Young lady! All you've earned yourself is a direct trip to the Terra jail! If there's one thing we don't joke with around here, it's cheating! You're going to need to accompany us, and we'll take you into custody...", started Joe, looking imperious.
Awnes went white as chalk, and it was a lucky thing Daniel was still holding on to her, because she suddenly went limp.
"She took it quite hard I see, I didn't mean to be so...", muttered the now guilt-ridden doctor.
He tried to slap her gently on the cheeks, but it only produced a moan out of her.
Joe frowned, now convinced she was faking it. He slapped her harder, and her head jerked up.
Awnes gave an awful cough, and to Daniel and Joe's greatest horror, spit blood.
"It huuurts...", she whined.
Joe immediately grabbed her jacket and pulled it open with a business-like jerk.
Daniel himself turned white when he understand that his cousin's shirt wasn't originately red.
"Wastelands! Her fight with Borg!", he suddenly remembered.
Joe prodded the approximate zone where the bleeding seemed to come from, and Awnes howled.
"Broken ribs.", blurted the medic.
"Don't make her stand up! Quickly lay her back down on the stretcher! You three over there, help me pull that stretcher to the medical tent! Hurry!", ordered Joe, now completely panicked.
Daniel watched as they wheeled Awnes away, somehow feeling like roaring.
"Awnes is such a drama queen. She didn't have to do that much, they weren't gonna take her to the jail anyway. Just scaring her a bit.", analyzed Nelton, in one of his rare bouts of cynic intelligence.
"She wasn't acting this time, Nelton."
They all followed to the medical bay, but Nelton, seeing 17 was standing in the middle of the arena, decided he could not leave his hero here. It didn't feel right. He saw the medics had brought two stretchers, and grabbed the occasion. Hoisting the metal frame of 17 to the stretcher demanded all of his considerable strength, but he did it.
He rushed after Daniel, wheeling 17, under the public's laughter.
It was all some form of entertainment to all of them...
The mood in the medical tent was serious, overbearing. The doctors rushed back and forth, searching for crystals, instruments, wipes...
"What happened to her? I was watching the fight, the robot was as careful as he could manage. Except for the last part when she hit that wall... Still, it wouldn't have broken her ribs...", demanded Joe.
Daniel quickly told him what he knew, leaving out the dead-Borg-in-the-forest part.
"She wasn't feeling pain? That doesn't mean her injuries didn't affect her! How long has she walked around with broken ribs?! *Fighting* with broken ribs!?"
"How... how bad...", babbled Daniel, unable to come with the right words for his thought.
Joe raised his black eyebrows and turned to the operations table. The doctors and few nurses of the medical bay had disposed neatly everything needed for the operation, but Awnes remained on the table, wheezing painfully.
"You left her as is? Prepare her for Atmos's sake! Nurse, get me that shirt of hers off! You think I can see what I'm doing with fabric in the way?", ordered Joe.
Though suffering, Awnes made an instictive, though weak struggle, against the unfortunate assigned nurse. Daniel looked away, grabbing Nelton by the shoulder as he did so.
"I... don't...wanna...die...", whispered Awnes pathetically.
Daniel's heart gave a jerk. He kept his back firmly turned though, good breeding and respect both forcing his hand.
"Danieeeel... Teeeell them... not...to...kill...me...", moaned Awnes.
The pilot couldn't stand it anymore. He ran out of the tent, sat on a nearby rock, a started quietly sobbing, cursing the day his cousin had entered this forsaken contest.
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« Reply #23 on Nov 6, 2009, 11:00pm » | |
17 woke up in the arena about 15 minutes later, the events of the day a bit of a haze to him, they always were when he crashed from lack of battery life. He remembered vividly the audio recording he had uncovered within his deepest memory banks, but it was unimportant at the moment, he would look at it all later.
Let's see, he had come to the Terra to enter a tournament to gain money for a ship improvement, he had run into Daniel and Nelton and their cousin Awnes (whom his human side seemed to have developed emotions towards). His first round of combat went smoothly, he remembered punching out someone. He remembered shame, he had been tricked. He remembered a tough fight with a fast kid, he remembered winning it. He remembered running out into the forest to find Awnes, he remembered the body of Borg, the blood on Awnes chest, the almost abject fear for her safety. He remembered his arm being ripped to shreds as Awnes went berserk, he remembered repairs, running to the arena.
He remembered Nelton saving him, he remembered Awnes being stunned and then being taken away on a stretcher, he remembered her bleeding. He remembered blood.
17 sprinted off towards the medical tent.
Screw his injuries, screw his low battery, he had to see that she was safe.
17 rushed into the medical tent and saw the doctors standing around, waiting, tired expressions on their faces. Daniel was sitting with Nelton by her bedside.
"How is she?!" 17 blurted out "Is she okay!?"
"She's stable," the head doctor spoke slowly "its all up to her now wether she lives or dies. She suffered broken ribs from the kick Borg dealt her, the mutation then distorted her body structure and the ribs poked at some of her organs causing serious internal damage. Then her fighting sent it over the edge, her wounds got worse and she barely had any blood left in her when we got her here. Its funny, as much as that punch to the stomach you gave her at the end probably didn't help, that freeze shot seemed to cauterize the wounds, at least enough that she retained blood."
"So...." 17 was unsure, he had understood the doctor (barely), but he was still worried
"Like I said," the doctor said "Its really a matter of how her body holds up and fights to get better at this point, we've done all we can."
17 just kept a blank look on his face, he couldn't come to terms with what he was hearing, he just walked over to an empty seat next to Daniel, and slumped into it.
17 looked at Awnes, she was really beat up, but she was resting now, and looked at peace. 17 averted his eyes from the wounds and instead rested his eyes on her hand; hesitantly, he placed his own in her palm. Daniel looked up to say something, thought it over, then stopped himself, almost giving a smug grin as he looked down.
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« Reply #24 on Nov 6, 2009, 11:45pm » | |
"Boss, what's 17 doing?", muttered Nelton, eyeing suspiciously the long tanned hand in the metal one.
"Something she's probably going to kill him for one of those days...", chuckled Daniel.
Although he was laughing quietly, he looked close to tears. Nelton gave him a small pat on the shoulder.
"My mam used to say people die as they had lived.", randomly said Nelton.
"So she lived by giving people broken ribs?", puzzled Daniel.
"Nah, she didn't. She only twisty Borg's neck, not his ribs, remember? I think when Awnes dies, she dies of a twisty neck. Since she doesn't have a twisty neck, she ain't gonna die.", explained Nelton.
Daniel stared at him. He thought he was going to lose his temper, but suddenly smiled.
"Ah! That means she's dying today anyway, then. When she wakes up, I'm gonna twist her little neck for all the tricks she's played on us! I mean, from murder to crazy mutation, the only thing missing is Sky Sharks!"
The doctors had previously left the tent, leaving only a snoring nurse behind. It was the middle of the night, and all of them were getting tired. The more sleepy they got, the more unreal the situation seemed.
It was a good thing for Awnes and all of them that the two brawlers she had knocked out earlier were on heavy sedatives, and had not yet woken up.
"What's your view on death, 17?", asked Daniel.
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