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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 20:55:53 GMT -5
(Great! I'll get to work on the form in a sec. Quick question though: Are there any specific parts that all robots must have?? Because that affects how creative I'll get)
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 20:58:27 GMT -5
{ not really. different types will be built differently. }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 21:37:32 GMT -5
[ No one on ? (・・。)ゞ ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 21:40:07 GMT -5
Name: Buck Gender: Male Voice Software Age: Assembled 16 years ago Appearance: Buck is a robot built to handle hazardous situations. His body is made from rather thick metal plating, standing with a humanoid figure. He has an antenna sticking out the back of his head, and a small bright yellow light on top of his "face" serves as his eye. Heat vents are between his shoulders and neck. His yellow warning paint has been mostly weathered away by the elements, leaving his metallic body a dull, scratched gray. Personality: Hospitable, Helpful, Protective Backstory: Buck was created as a prototype for exploring and monitoring hazardous areas (Broken nuclear power plants, for example.), Although he never made it out of the prototype phase due to overheating problems. Years later, possibly due to a mainframe malfunction, Buck was activated and brought back into the world. Since then, he has been exploring this new world, trying to lend a helping hand to any survivors of humanity. Important Gear: Buck commonly wears a large hooded wool cloak, hiding most his mechanical form from view. Other than that, most of his gear is internal. He has built in sensors to detect temperature, radiation, nearby lifeforms, and humidity. Weapons: Buck's weapon is a large sniper rifle, designed to pierce through walls and other targets. Even though it has poor reload speed, low ammo capacity, a heavy kick, and is rather heavy in general, it makes up for its negatives with pinpoint accuracy and high damage. Other: Buck has one large problem: He overheats easily. If he tries to get up close and personal with any combatants, he could easily overheat and lock up, leaving him vulnerable. Hence why he prefers to fight from a distance. ![](http://i68.tinypic.com/sfz96f.jpg) Inspiration for Buck's body. ![](http://i67.tinypic.com/24ln8sg.png) Inspiration for Buck's rifle. (Jeez, this took me AGES to do. Sorry!)
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 21, 2016 21:42:52 GMT -5
[ I say that and then I dissapear rip me Sorry for not being very active, I've been busy with school things. After tomorrow I'll be on a lot more ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 21:46:37 GMT -5
[ Hello guises! It's alright upside, we're all a little bit everywhere ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 21:48:26 GMT -5
(I'd rp but Jamison is already doing something and Buck hasn't been approved yet >~<)
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Post by alfred on Nov 21, 2016 21:50:29 GMT -5
{ I've got to go, sorry. xp
Buck looks good, Sour. And that's totally cool, upsidedown. c; }
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 21:51:25 GMT -5
[ Ah, it's okay ! I might progress Sammie's starter, get her somewhere, unless we've chosen a major event/problem yet that we all gotta pull our characters towards ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 21:54:25 GMT -5
(Oh, well I guess Buck is technically open for rp now o3o)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 21:55:39 GMT -5
[ sorry for the delay, wanted to be out of class to give you a reply with some quality to it lol ]
C17 had a habit of being distracted. There just so happened to be many curious things, things he'd known of and not yet seen, so he constantly found himself taking detours. He'd scrapped one of the old cars a day or so before, so he figured he owed himself this free time. Sitting, leaned up against one of the dead trees by the side of the road, he flicked the switch on an old Walkman. The cassette in it was a little beat up, but still worked, spitting out some stuttery but interesting tunes. He'd found it in one of the deserted towns among an old vintage collection, and had decided to keep it for himself. He thought it was cool. In his head, 3 sharp beeps broke his focus alerting him to the presence of something living, a person down in the trees somewhere. He twisted his head, searching for their signature. This was poor timing. Stuffing the device back into his bag, he got to his feet and inched back into the foliage, trying to keep himself from view. Maybe he could even nick a few things from this guy, he quite liked that knife on his belt. Waiting for him to pass, he followed not far behind, with quiet almost inaudible footsteps, trying to get close enough to grab it without him noticing, although brute force would go unnoticed out here with a stranger.
Honora and Artemus made way for Fort Jones, having made good time the night before. Honora didn't look tired yet, but she was growing hungry and was eager to get themselves something to eat from one of the shops once they got into town. The crappy military rations never really compared to the fresh stuff, even if it was grown in poison air and dead soil. Artemus didn't share her same sentiment, but that always meant more for herself and she was 100 percent fine with it. "We can't take too long with making trade, seems we have to pick up some information from one of the other couriers. Boring stuff, I know, but at least we wont see bullets," she commented as they closed in on the gate.
Artemus was distracted, but it was sort of hard to tell. He faced the road, hand gripped to the strap of his back but looking elsewhere, up at the sky. It looked particularly muggy and dirty up today, and hated to think of the incoming weather because of it. "Mmhmm," he commented, rubbing the side of his helmet idly to free some old mud. It was ridiculous, actually, how distracted he was, that he had hardly noticed the two people in front of him and Honora, and crashed into them before she could pull him aside. "ghHH-"
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 21:58:31 GMT -5
[ Neato :3 well I'll try to progress Sammie in a bit ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 22:02:59 GMT -5
(I'm not really sure where to throw Buck in, actually...)
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 22:15:13 GMT -5
Sammie decided staying in a settlement was the worse idea yet, especially if you're considered a useful pawn. She hadn't meant to stay for as long as she had at Bel-Ridge, but she hadn't a choice when she had been caught attempting to steal a small pistol, which, in her opinion, was cheap and busted anyways. Stupid, she agrees, that it was stupid to even go into Bel-Ridge, but she had been travelling for about a week, if not more from getting sidetracked when running from a gang of bandits she accidentally ran into. Anyways, she's been stuck in Bel-Ridge for about two months, she reckons, stuck working in a a building that deals with medicines. Although poisoning is more her forte, making medicines wasn't exactly hard labor; she still had a cruddy boss, and most of the other workers were either yellowbellies or freaks with a power complex. She was generalizing though, because she had met nice people as well in Bel-Ridge, who offered her a free meal here and there, a place to bunk if she didn't feel like sleeping in the cold, dusty, and pitch black dormitories of the facility. Even so, Sammie decided she had severed a long enough time here, and that she had paid her dues. Packing her things, her pocketknife, respirator, and putting on her jacket and fur aviator, Sammie resigned from her job the moment she began to head for the chain-linked fence that kept Bel-Ridge in, and anything else out. She wasn't necessarily an actual "citizen" of the settlement, so when she made it up to the gates, and the scary-looking watch guards, Sammie cleared her through, stood up as tall as she could, and said, "Excuse me, but I've been notified I've paid what I owe here, and being that I'm not an actual... citizen of Bel-Ridge, I'd like to depart now." The air felt thick, and she struggled to not move and get her respirator, by the way the guards stared at her, intently, like watchdogs with human faces. She wouldn't show fear. "Very well, but don't be returning any time soon,"one of the guards said, voice low, cold. Sammie only nodded, as they opened the gate for her. At first she walked very calmly, casually even, pass the guards that caused her skin to crawl, through the gates and outside of the settlement of Bel-Ridge. But once the gate was closing, Sammie, quickly fumbling to put her respirator on, took a deep, painfully full breath in. Fear was the worst feeling, she thought, as her stomach churned and threatened to send up bile. Even with a funky stomach, Sammie began her pace of a fast walk away from Bel-Ridge, bracing herself as the winds began to pick up. Just then, she realized how far away she was from the other settlements, and if her next destination was to one of the others. Even worse, she hadn't brought any provisions. It was going to be a long walk. Sammie had zero clue where she was heading, and the direction she walked in would take her. She was already getting tired, and no matter where she looked, all she saw was humid, toxic fog, and shriveling shrubs scattered in clusters all about the barren, dry ground. "Maybe Bel-Ridge wasn't that bad," Sammie murmured to herself, sourly, as she closed her eyes once again to keep dust from getting into her eyes. Obviously though, she couldn't turn back now; the guards made that pretty clear, and considering that she actually didn't finish up her punishment for attempting to steal there, she agreed that she got lucky by lying through her teeth and making it out. Besides that, she didn't even know what way was back from where she was, so, she continued walking.
It felt like hours have passed, until Sammie began to pass by rustic, useless cars, falling apart, basically scrap. She decided this was a good sign, because it actually meant she was heading somewhere, just not sure where. Stopping for a bit, she leaned against one of the rusty cars, allowing her backpack to slide off onto the ground, to rest for a bit. She was hungry, thirsty, and anxious, because she hated having to stop in the middle of sh*tp*ss no where. An easy place for pickin' for thieves, bandits, murderers.... It made her skin crawl. Sammie isn't all that stupid, she knows she's small enough to prey upon; and so, turning, she took a hold of the rustic, decaying door of the car, and fought to open it. After a few minutes of struggling, the door swung open, almost knocking her down. With heavy breathing rushing out from her respirator, Sammie picked up her bag, and carefully crawled inside, not bothering to close the door behind her, as she crawled into the back, and ignoring the dirty backseat, the uncomfortable seating, pushed herself down, trying to hide.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 21, 2016 22:15:19 GMT -5
(sorry i havent replied yet sour!! i was going to, then got distracted, then fell asleep, and now I have to go and eat dinner. yay. ill hopefully get something up soon)
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 22:16:18 GMT -5
(sorry i havent replied yet sour!! i was going to, then got distracted, then fell asleep, and now I have to go and eat dinner. yay. ill hopefully get something up soon) (It's alright! Take your time ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif) )
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 22:24:18 GMT -5
The sound of steel against pavement echoed across the landscape as Buck rambled his way down an empty road. His cloak gently swayed as he made his way forward, the glow of his optical sensor dimly lighting the way in front of him. He made sure to keep check on his sensory systems, in case they detected a sudden change. He spun his head, the choir of servos and gears whirring as he did, scanning his surroundings for anything useful; or dangerous. He began to pass a few old cars, surveying them as he went for any salvage or gear.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 22:32:30 GMT -5
At first, everything was still, quiet, and it actually brought this sense of security for Sammie as she sat on the dirty floor of the back of the car. Readjusting her respirator, she always had the habit of almost taking it off, wanting to take a deep breath of air without a mask, but the last time she did that, she ended up dry-heaving for about a day. Her train of thought was stopped as she suddenly heard something, something with heavy, metal, footsteps. She tensed, she even stopped breathing, as her ears strained to listen. It was coming her way, she was certain. Sirens were going off in her head, and as quickly as she could, Sammie pulled out her tactical gloves from her jacket and slid them on. It was either going to be flight or fight, as she believed the stranger was already a threat.
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 22:37:54 GMT -5
BWEEP BWEEP!
A small beeping went off as Buck's life detection sensor was triggered. He stopped dead in his tracks, his cloak swinging forward from the momentum. He turned his head to the left, then to the right. "Hello?" he spoke in his deep, mechanical voice. He began to slowly move forward towards a rusted car, where the sensor was picking up the signal. "Is somebody present?"
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 21, 2016 22:52:46 GMT -5
[ anyone have an open character? I can actually type something right now ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 22:55:08 GMT -5
[ anyone have an open character? I can actually type something right now ] (Sorry, I don't ;-; )
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 22:57:00 GMT -5
The sound of movement stopped for a bit,but then it was replaced by a very mechanical voice. This made her stomach sink, hands sweaty underneath the gloves, and heart race. She had yet to run into a... robot, the less specific term for it. Honestly, she wasn't looking for any to meet on purpose as is. Then the footsteps started again, and were coming closer and closer to her car. Despite the fact she was trying hard to stay calm, she began to breath heavy through her respirator. The voice asked another question, and Sammie wasn't sure if she should answer it or not; she just sat there, waiting, breathing hard.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 22:58:26 GMT -5
[ Both my characters are busy, sorry ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 23:01:22 GMT -5
you could probably bump into any of the things im doin right now buddy, unless you want me to add in +1 for ya
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 21, 2016 23:02:20 GMT -5
[ nah it's chill, I'll just have to read over things to figure out what the heck is going on right now ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2016 23:03:59 GMT -5
[ u sure m8? i can easily toss in Ingram yo ]
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Post by Sour Candy on Nov 21, 2016 23:08:42 GMT -5
Buck crouched down and gazed into the interior of the car, its door already wide open. "Hello?" he repeated. "I am not here to hurt you." He refrained from entering the vehicle, so he wouldn't intimidate whoever was inside. He patiently waited for a response.
(Sorry my replies are so short, I'm busy doing homework >~<)
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 21, 2016 23:14:44 GMT -5
(whoops got distracted)
A noise alerted Sterling's attention, and dragged him out of the previous state of blank he had been in. Pricking his ears for any more sound, his fingers winded down to the latches holding the crossbow to his backpack and gently began unwinding them. He quiet utterly silent other than that, however, as he did not want to give away his location to whoever was stalking him. No, that would mean certain death, although it depended on who it was. But Sterling, being the paranoid, trust-issue-riddled person he was he certainly wasn't going to take any risks any time soon when it came to his guard. So his other hand found their way winding around a crossbow bolt as well, knowing even by itself it was a good defense. Breathing as quietly as he could through his respirator, Jamison continued to creep forward towards the figure. Paranoia was starting to take over again; He viewed his target as only a threat to him. He gripped his spear tighter in his hands and tense, ready to spring forward to attack. (I'm not really at my best right now, sorry) Making sure to stay deathly silent, Sterling's fingers eventually pulled out his crossbow with as much silence as he could and loaded up a bolt on the string, wincing when it made a small click. His careful breaths shook the surgical mask placed over his mouth when he got out of Merryville, dark amber eyes focused right in on where he heard the noise that brought his whole body on high alert. Bringing his crossbow up to his shoulder, he let out a breath through his nose and sighted it in. Now, he just had to wait for the other to show themself, and then he'd pull the trigger. Even if it doesn't kill them, it'll hurt them pretty bad... Which was what Sterling was going for.
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Nov 21, 2016 23:15:37 GMT -5
[ It's fine! I'm trying to do an essay... not really working out! ]
Swallowing hard, Sammie didn't answer for a few seconds, trying to settle down so her voice doesn't come out super shaky or weak. Finally, she spoke through her respirator, muffled slightly, "How am I suppose to know that." It wasn't exactly a question as it was a statement. Slowly, Sammie gently pushed herself up, to peek over the car's front seats, and towards the open door.
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 21, 2016 23:15:47 GMT -5
[ nah man I know how lazy u are lol ]
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