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Post by Talon on Jul 11, 2008 15:39:43 GMT -5
A single figure was hopping from rooftop to rooftop, its orange eyes sweeping the area for its target. It wasn't much taller than three-and-a-half feet tall, and had a hunched shape. A pair of triangular blades forged of diamond-hard ice were sticking out from the sides of its head, and two small arms jutted out from the sides of its chest. Anyone present at Solranous's house the previous Christmas would recognize this entity as Childre Inarabbita.
The robo-rabbit finally grumbled something as he spotted the structure he was looking for, then landed before the door. He had what appeared to be a chrome-colored, metaline suitcase on his back, which he carefully slid off and held in his forepaws as he rapped on the door using his ice-blades.
"Why'd Astor give this thing up again?" He grumbled to himself.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 11, 2008 16:00:38 GMT -5
Solranous, wondering for a second who the hell was here, seeing that the two Myrrs had already come back, Xeno informing him of the success of the PED's implantment, and about how she could utilize the Phazon in her battles. (Something Solranous was quickly worried about after hearing that too much usage of her new arm cannon could cause the PED to overload.) He scanned the mind of the being outside, identifying it as Childre, whom he wasn't surprised could slip under his telepathic radar, being a cyborg afforded the rabbit that kind of invisibilty unless his telepathy was focused on him.
Reluctantly the dragon opened the door and glared down at the much smaller Childre with an audible snarl.
"What do you want?" Solranous growled with venom in his voice.
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Post by Talon on Jul 11, 2008 16:38:55 GMT -5
"Special delivery, asswipe!" Childre hissed in return.
He practically threw the suitcase at Solranous before bounding backwards a good 20 feet, muttering,
"Apparently your friend Spite worked pretty damn hard to get whatever's in there for you. We got an assload of parts for it! Must be valuable. Now, I'm gonna go leave before you open it. Master says it'll be dangerous if I stay in the area for too long. Chiao, gecko!"
With that, Childre bounded off onto the nearest building and off into the distance, cackling,
"Oh, and Master says you should probably have your sword drawn when you open it!"
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 11, 2008 16:48:35 GMT -5
"I'M NOT A GECKO!" Solranous mentally roared at the retreating form of Childre. Then the dragon looked at the suitcase the cyborg rabbit had given to him. The dragon set it down, jumped back, drew and ignited Kizoku, and carefully pried the locks on the suit case into an unlocked state, tension rising as he prepared himself to defend against whatever was inside.
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Post by Talon on Jul 11, 2008 17:01:03 GMT -5
The suitcase hissed as the pressurized air within was released, the lid flipping backwards to reveal its contents. The interior was a soft, dark-blue fabric, and positioned in the center was what appeared to be...
A Guyver's control medal.
Surrounding the device was a bit of dried blood, and connected to the bottom were a few strings of meat. Suddenly, the medal dimly lit up, the ring of light becoming visible soon. Tendrils of flesh started to slowly seep out from the bottom of the medal, spreading out till they reached a radius of about 4 feet. The tendrilds then pushed off of the ground, elevating the medal upwards and continuing to coelesce into a single, humanoid mass. Most of the tendrils began to harden, forming rigid plates of red material, much like a bug's carapace. A pair of eyes formed on the figure's head as the other details began to form, until the figure's true identity was revealed.... that of the previously-extinct Guyver Unit 04.
Bursts of air issued from the air spouts as it turned its red-eyed gaze on Solranous, and its vibro-blades suddenly sprang into motion...
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 11, 2008 20:19:49 GMT -5
'GARRETT!?' Solranous thought shocked, but none-the-less parried the first Vibro blade with Kizoku, then sheathing his other hand in a telekinetic glove so he could safely catch the other. The dragon then let go of Kizoku, levitating him with his telekinesis, which then blocked a third attempt to attack him with the vibro blades, while Solranous gripped his hand over his head.
"Sorry..." He muttered, and then pulsed a telekinetic wave that was stronge enough to render the Guyver's self-defense protocals in active.
Solranous then tried to search its mind for any presence of Garrett while it was out cold.
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Post by Talon on Jul 11, 2008 21:28:19 GMT -5
While the Guyver lay unconscious, Solranous's attempts at probing were for naught. The only thing shown were visions of a ship landing on Earth, follwed by shadows of tall, gangly creatures moving about caves and mountains. Then, visions of what appeared to be a dark-green Guyver standing hunched over corpses of the tall aliens while the remaining numbers fled towards their ships. The final vision was composed of Garrett's last thoughts before becoming disintergrated by the Guyver's control medal, and... of Khimera in his new form.
The vision ended when Garrett suddenly stirred, the suit disengaging and disappearing into its pocket dimension, leaving Garrett lying on the ground half-conscious...
And in his birthday suit.
"Ugh... my head.... wh-wha? Solranous? Why are you here? Aren't I dead?" Garrett groaned.
He looked down at himself, blinked, then screamed, running into a nearby alleyway.
"AND WHY AM I NAKED?!"
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 11, 2008 21:36:56 GMT -5
'An unexpected surprise...' Solranous mused. The dragon sighed, throwing Garrett his cloak, which he barely needed anymore.
"I should be asking you why you are here, as for being dead. For a time, yes, you were dead, but apparently the Control Medal on the Guyver unit has restored you. Even I am unsure how... though I think I know who managed to reverse engineer it to do that..." Solranous explained.
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Post by Talon on Jul 11, 2008 22:05:52 GMT -5
((Actually, that was all the Control Medal's doing. As long as a single cell is still attached to the medal, it can entirely regenerate its host))
Garrett shrugged, stepping out with the cloak wrapped around himself. He shuddered at the word 'dead' then muttered,
"I-I see... then... does that mean.... I can't die?"
He stared at his hand, eyes half-closed in sad realization. His fist clenched, and he shuddered again, muttering,
"Well... i'm here now, aren't I? Might as well enjoy it..."
He glanced up at Solranous and rubbed the back of his head.
"Eheh... thanks for the cloak. I'm gonna go run home now; try to get some real clothes."
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 11, 2008 22:12:55 GMT -5
(OOC: My mistake...)
Solranous nodded to him, "Don't worry, you aren't the only one who has an insane lifespan. I'm probably gonna be around for a good few hundred years. So will Myrr and another friend of mine's, Shive. Until we meet again, Garrett." the dragon said, opening the door from a distance, and strangely illuminating a path from Garrett to the door, "Best follow the lit up path, lest you desire to be caught on the bad side o the traps my dear daughter has engineered as a pre-caution."
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Post by Talon on Jul 11, 2008 22:48:54 GMT -5
((S'alright, ya didn't know))
Garrett scratched his head, then nodded, tip-toeing to the doorway while following the lit path. As soon as he reached the doorway, he bolted outside, yelling,
"Thanks again!"
With that, he activated the Guyver unit and bolted into the sky, flying off towards the Rural District at a moderate speed. About halfway there, he suddenly remembered something Solranous said.
"Shive? Could it... no, it couldn't be... could it?" He muttered.
His fists suddenly clenched, and he growled,
"If it is..."
((End thread))
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