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Post by Talon on Dec 10, 2008 19:43:27 GMT -5
((reserved for Fred))
A single, large human strode through the crystalline valley, eyes focused straight ahead, and a slight scowl on his face. He wore a heavy dark-gray coat, hands jammed in the pockets of his black jeans. He scratched the very short-cropped black hair on his head, then grumbled,
"Why couldn't Ingram have gone to talk to this guy? I'm not the negotiator..."
He sighed, continuing on his walk until he reached a large pile of crystalline rubble. He grunted, then raised a hand next to his mouth and shouted,
"Hey! Is there a 'Teufel' around here?! I gotta talk to you!"
He shoved his hand back into his pocket, grumbling again.
Make me a goddamn messenger boy...
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Post by Fredrex00 on Dec 11, 2008 19:46:34 GMT -5
A metallic sigh is heard by the mortal human and the head of Teufel appears into view. Surprising, he had a somewhat functioning body. It was just a bunch of wires, cables, and metallic frames that made it up. It crawls out of the broken mansion, glaring down at the human.
"What brings but a mortal man to these lands?" Teufel asks. Smoke pours from the mouth of the machine, 'saliva' drips from his fangs. This form was unstable, but it allowed for him to move around here and there. He waits for the human to answer his question, his eyes narrowing.
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Post by Talon on Dec 11, 2008 19:53:32 GMT -5
The man merely folded his arms and grunted, looking up at Teufel.
goddamn he's ugly... but then again, he's not complete... The 'human' thought.
He sighed, then replied,
"First of all, the name's ZX-Tole. Secondly, I came here to talk to you about a propostition my..."
He was silent, spinning his hand as he tried to think of the right word.
"...'employer' would like to make with you. Seeing as how you're in that state, he has something he'd like to give you to fix that problem. In return, he'd like to take a look at one of your 'sons', so he says."
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Post by Fredrex00 on Dec 12, 2008 22:18:41 GMT -5
Teufel hisses at the Zoanoid that was in human form. Saliva drips right in front of ZX-Tole, but he didn't care. "What makes you think I'd let your master poke and prod my son?"
The machine rears up, towering over ZX-Tole even more. A fierce look of anger is sent straight down to the Zoanoid. "I, nor my son, accept your offer Zoanoid. Go back to your master, tell him my answer!"
"Or face my blade mortal...." the voice of Thrudgelmir enters. ZX-Tole turns around to see the machine landing behind him. His arms are crossed, and a smirk perched atop his face. He too towered over the Zoanoid.
"What is your choice? Leave now....or face my wrath?" Thrudgelmir says to the Zoanoid.
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Post by Talon on Dec 12, 2008 22:29:20 GMT -5
Zx-Tole snorted, replying,
"Heh. I've heard about your 'blade'. I'm pretty sure I could take you on!"
He began to take on a golden glow before another voice barked,
"Zx-Tole, restrain yourself!"
The man turned to see another 'human' land next to him, standing a few inches shorter than the former. His hair was about shoulder-length and dark-blue in color, and his iris's were yellow. His attire looked a bit more militaristic than Zx-Tole's, a combination of red, black, and grays. He placed a hand on Zx-Tole's shoulder, whispering,
"He's already gotten what he needs. Let's go."
Zx-Tole grunted, scowling at Thrudglemir before he whirled around and stomped off. The blue-haired man shook his head, then stated to Teufel,
"I apologize for my comrade's actions, he can be a bit... hasty at times. He meant no offense to you with the question, but we accept your choice nontheless. May we meet again, on better terms."
With that, he too, walked off, a devious smirk on his face.
Next... we speak to the Cromian...
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