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Post by Marquis on Jul 30, 2012 0:51:55 GMT -5
Name: Mecha Power
Rank: C
Posts Required: 3
Objective: The local scientists made a new model of a fighting mecha and would like for a mage to test its abilities in fighting. With the help of a mage they will develop a new program to fight against a mage.
Reward: 300 Jewels
Exp: 40 exp
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Post by Marquis on Jul 30, 2012 0:52:12 GMT -5
Deion figured this had to be a joke or some poor, cruel twist from fate. Walking through Magnolia, he knew exactly what was happening. Well, it was easy last time. Hopefully if it hasn't improved, I can just use the same strategy again, he thought, figuring that like before, he could toy with them like there was no tomorrow. But in some other place, he questioned what the robot would look like this time around. It was worse when he imagined what would possibly be conjured up by these people.
He seemed to cry at he thoughts. Could it possibly be worse than what he fougt against before? He was ignoring those in his path, distracted by his own thoughts and completely absorbed in them. This should be easy. After all, I can reflect the machine easily. No sweat, he thought, scratching the back of his head, visibly nervous about his current dilemma. He seemed to figure everything would run smoothly today.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair, giving a mighty sigh. He could hear his jacket rustle in the wind. He seemed on edge, and the noise from his jacket clearly didn't help. Was he really on edge, that much that he couldn't even focus on his own thoughts? It was concerning Deion that he found some fear in something mechanical, after all, he had no clue what it was capable of. He would have to be careful about how he fought it.
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Post by Marquis on Jul 30, 2012 0:52:27 GMT -5
Unlike before, Deion recieved no friendly greetings or cool, crisp air. There was no scientists around and he dropped his jacket to the floor. He began stretching, having the slight feeling of dread as something grabbed his leg, slamming him into the wall. He cursed out and sighed as he seen an old friend.
It was the retracting cable-arm and it had a tight grip on Deion. "Bastard....", he stated, entertained by the fact that they caugt him off-guard to test their little machine. He rather laughed at it, lifting his body upwards to avoid the swipe from a sword.
Deion managed to get loose after the operator, who was taunted by Deion, into slamming it's arm into the wall. It created enough damage to the arm for him to simply fall onto the ground, though the poor fool was tired from his stupid plan as he snapped his fingers and a hissing sound scared the operator.
Deion kneeled on Talon's back, scratching his chin. "Well... I'm glad you decided to tag along my good friend. Wouldn't be a party without you.", he said, tapping a hand against Talon lightly.
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Post by Marquis on Jul 30, 2012 0:52:44 GMT -5
It was almost expected that after Deion hit the ground, a flurry of attacks went towards him as if the operator harboured resentment after what happened last time. Well, it seemed that it was only a repeat.
The air around Deion twisted and distorted the attacks in all directions, knocking the building itself down and causing Deion to laughed a the operator was clearly crying. He watched as Talon breathed the gaseous poison into the cockpit, rendering his foe incapable of movement.
He retrived his jacket and winced, slightly bothered bu what just happened. Man, that was rather a bother. I never want to fight another machine so long as I live, he thought as he got onto Talon, who in turn began his flight back to their home.
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Aug 2, 2012 6:59:22 GMT -5
Approved.
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