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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 26, 2007 22:00:19 GMT -5
Metal's footsteps paced noisily along the corridors. Slung over his shoulder was the prone form of a young two tailed fox. The metallix's eyes glowed with a grim satisfaction as he entered his way into the prison unit, and with the quick entering of a security code, he unceremoniously dumped his cargo onto the ground. Letting the door shut behind him, he stood sentry at its side in await of his next orders. After all, he was dealing with a priority one threat. Apparently. It still sounded odd to him.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Oct 26, 2007 22:24:13 GMT -5
It was a good (or bad) thing he was guarding the cell too, for the priority one threat awoke soon after being imprisoned. Tails lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling while his brain tried to reboot. His head really, really hurt. Did he slam into a wall or something? As Tails dully took in his surroundings, he noticed Metal Sonic standing behind a row of bars. The fox blinked, trying to remember something. Oh yeah. He had hit his head against that thing. Which was honestly a rather stupid idea now that he thought about it. And now it looked like he was in a jail cell. Or was Metal the one in the jail cell? And where was this jail cell? Becoming more awake, though still fairly distant, Tails tried to study his cell, and only wound up with an even worse migrane. The harsh lights hurt his eyes too. Tails wondered off handedly if he had a concussion. He sure felt awful, and the unfamiliar surroundings didn't help any. Suddenly the fox coughed hoarsely, as he began to notice the rest of his senses. The air was so... horrible! It was thick, icky, and smelled like a burning tar pit. His young lungs incompatible with the polluted air, he began to hack uncontrollably. Which also happened to aggrivate his migrane further, which made him feel more light-headed. Overall he was not in a good position.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 27, 2007 19:26:05 GMT -5
Metal glanced aside without turning his head when he heard the kit stir, though gave no other indications of noticing him.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Oct 27, 2007 21:54:59 GMT -5
It was a few more minutes before the fox finally stopped coughing, and a few minutes longer for him to have regained enough strength and sense in order to sit up. Tails looked around some more, as if he didn't think he had glanced at his jailcell already. Tails' eyes once again landed on Metal, and if he looked close enough through the grime, he could just make out his reflection on the robot's chrome body. There was an orange blob he could see, with red blobs on either end, and two white blobs near the top. As he focused, he saw his eyes, and noticed they were mostly black. But he had mostly blue eyes... and those lights hurt. Definately a concussion if his eyes were dialated like that. But what of that red blob on his head? Surely he didn't have one of his shoes on his head? Tails looked down at his feet, and saw his shoes were still fastly secured. Nope. Not a shoe. Curious, Tails patted the area where the 'blob' was, and quickly drew his hand back as he winced in pain. When he glanced at his hand, he noticed that specks of red now dotted the cloth. Okay. So he had been bleeding for a bit. Then Tails layed down on the floor again, because he felt too lazy and tired to sit up any longer. He was beginning to get unnerved, but at the same time, he felt kind of bored. And his head still hurt. Hmm. Where was Sonic?
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Post by DB on Oct 28, 2007 16:37:12 GMT -5
And, meanwhile, a certain fat overlander was rerouting security feed to a certain roboticized pangolin, along with a voice transmission. <”Finitevus, would this be your apprentice?”>
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 28, 2007 17:13:48 GMT -5
Finitevus growled a bit at having his concentration suddenly broken, then paused in a brief moment of confusion when a window seemed to open itself in part of his vision to broadcast the footage. The pangolin suddenly straightened in his seat with mild surprise. <It might be,> he responded. <But then, perhaps not.>
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Post by DB on Oct 28, 2007 17:28:15 GMT -5
<"A yes or no answer would suffice.">
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 28, 2007 17:30:38 GMT -5
The pangolin smirked. <I can't give you a simple yes or no.>
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Post by DB on Oct 28, 2007 17:48:24 GMT -5
Oh dear. This was going to be annoying. <"And why not?">
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 28, 2007 17:50:23 GMT -5
<Can't you figure it out yourself?>
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Post by DB on Oct 28, 2007 17:55:26 GMT -5
<"... Your apprentice will be joining you shortly."> Robotnik clicked the intercom off and scowled. Odds are, this was the right fox. The only other two tailed fox around was the one that was occasionally seen with this world's Sonic, and that one didn't resemble the fox now in ... custody. And if he was wrong... well, yet another robian in his ranks. Win-win, either way. He'd have to congratulate Metal later for his catch, but for now, he sent the order for the fox to be roboticized. He had a plan that needed completion, after all.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 28, 2007 18:20:20 GMT -5
Metal turned sharply once the order had been given to him and ordered the cell door open. Swiftly he approached the delirious fox and roughly snatched him up by an arm, dragging him out of the small confined space.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Oct 28, 2007 18:25:34 GMT -5
Until the fox used his other arm to secure himself to the bars of the cell, that is. He may have a concussion, but he wasn't stupid enough to let an enemy drag him around as if he owned him. "Geroffame, scumbot." Tails growled, his speech functions still not quite caught up with the rest of his body. He had an almost tired look on his face.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 28, 2007 18:39:42 GMT -5
The metallix scoffed as the boy attempted to tether himself. Using his free hand he turned and delivered a swift punch to Tails' ribcage while his arm was held out.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Oct 28, 2007 18:46:00 GMT -5
*CRUMPLE* "Gh.... jerk."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 28, 2007 22:23:32 GMT -5
"I know," the metallix said arrogantly, dragging the fox out of the prison unit. Despite any struggling the boy might have given, Metal kept a firm grip on him as they traveled through the sterile grimy hallways. Eventually they reached what most considered the most dreaded room ever constructed. Metal's eyes had begun to pulsate with excitement at its sight as he approached the roboticizer's chamber and began to shove the young kit inside.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Oct 29, 2007 14:25:10 GMT -5
And thus Tails was shoved inside the roboticizer. After recovering from the blow Metal had given to his now-bruised ribs, the fox had become slightly more alert. He glanced at the machinery, taking it all in with a mechanic's eye, until he came to the roboticizer itself. It looked sort of like that self-detonating pod Sonic got trapped in that one time on the ARK. But not quite. A cold feeling began to spread throughout his body, and Tails could begin to feel his fur fluff up with the excess anxiety. Why did he not like what was happening? Being a prisoner was fine- he had gotten out of worse than a crummy jailcell before... but this thing he had been placed in now... it unnerved him. And with sudden clarity he could see Nack's weasel-face talking to him, from when he first got to this weird world. "...City that turned people into robots..." That was crazy. And yet he still felt very uncomfortable. Tails shook the cobwebs that his concussion gave him from his mind, and attempted to call out to the robot, since he was apparrently the only one around. "Hey! Whatis this thing?" he asked, pointing above him to the roboticizer, "I never seen shuch a weird machine before." ... Nope, still had a bit of a slur in his speech.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 29, 2007 21:33:22 GMT -5
Metal stood back while a workerbot nearby manipulated the roboticizer's controls in preparation. His eyes continued to pulsate in that eerily excited way as their gaze pierced their way through the boy. This was always the best part. The mounting paranoia, the fear, the panic, the writhing and screaming and begging in pain - if only it could last longer! The process always ended so quickly, too quickly, leaving only an obedient servant whose inner turmoil he could not witness. A lifeless drone who could not exert their free will. It served them right. And this boy. This version of Tails he wasn't familiar with. Did he have any connection to Sonic? Metal hoped so, oh he hoped so dearly. What a crushing personal blow it will be. He only wished he could see the initial look of horror and anguish on his double's face before it would melt away into vindictive fury. The metallix didn't speak a word in response to the boy's question. Let him wonder. Let his imagination run out of control. If he didn't know what this machine was and what it was for it would only make the surprise that much sweeter to watch.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Nov 1, 2007 14:58:29 GMT -5
Yeah, not answering him was a problem. Tails frowned, his discomforts piling one on top of the other, but also being dulled by the concussion, as if it were mental novacaine. He could feel his gut twisting and wrenching in anxiety and terror, an unpleasant sensation which felt worse with the detatchment that a concussion can commonly give. There was only one thing the fox knew, and he was gonna get what he wanted. He wanted out of this place. "Well, if youoon't answer me, I guesh that means you won't mind when I blow this thingup, huh?" Tails called out coyly, a smug grin trying to appear through his weakened muscles. Hey. Where'd that TOASTER come from? Tails held his prized possession towards the hunk of machinery above him, his trigger finger brushing dangerously across the fire button.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 1, 2007 15:07:54 GMT -5
The metallix's eyes flashed and then took on a steady brightness as Tails pulled out that accorsed toaster again. Where in the nine hells was he keeping that thing, anyway?! His eyes narrowed. "I would not recommend that."
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Nov 1, 2007 15:12:16 GMT -5
"And why not? Am I gonna ruin'er fun?" the fox asked. By the way, that trigger finger twitched a couple of times. It really, REALLY wanted to press that button.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 1, 2007 15:59:50 GMT -5
"I do consider the living to be more entertaining than the deceased."
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Nov 1, 2007 16:01:38 GMT -5
"... And I wouldn't be dead otherwise because....?" Twitch twitch.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 1, 2007 16:30:51 GMT -5
"..." I am not playing this game, the metallix hissed mentally. Without taking his eyes off the boy he silently transmitted an order to the nearby workerbot. The roboticizer began to hum. Metal's eyes dulled slightly in response to the reassuring sound. [dice=6][rand=89712632074402471524055799422478555983295443519249346850122533825]
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Nov 1, 2007 20:52:33 GMT -5
[dice=6] As soon as Tails heard the machinery warming up around him, Tails slammed on the fire button... but was too late. The electromagnetism that had begun radiating from the roboticizer disabled his one and only trustworthy weapon, and gave him an electric shock to boot. Tails yelped and threw the toaster to the ground... but the pain didn't go away. No, in fact the tingling started to increase at his feet and hands, until it erupted into the pain of molten flame. The fox shreiked, shaking his limbs on instinct to put out the burning feeling, but it only got worse. Much worse. The flames within him began to lick up his fingers and toes and infiltrate his hands and feet, like acid tearing away his flesh and stripping away his identity. The kitsune fell to the floor and writhed as the terrible wave of agony began to slither up into his arms and legs, and for the first time he could see what was happening to his own body. With his own eyes he saw his fur and skin and bone being ripped away and replaced with burning hot metal, and everything seemed to become clear in that moment, no matter how much he tried to deny what he thought was impossible. A robot. He was actually being turned into a robot. It wasn't just a figment of the imagination. Upon this revelation Tails began to claw at his own limbs, trying to rip off what could have easily been defined as a plague, trying to stop that horrible pain from continuing on its demonic course. In a sudden fit of wrath the fox threw himself at the walls that confined him, clawing at the tube's surface, and then going back to ripping at his own flesh. Like the bloated, parasitic giant worms from King Kong's island, the roboticization process chewed its way into his abdomen... and suddenly he could no longer scream... he could no longer breathe... his intestines and stomach felt as if they had been removed by bloody fire and the cold of night. Tears clouded his eyes from the unbearable torture, looking up at the green light of the roboticizer, wondering who in the damned world hated him so much as to let this happen. By now the impossible had eaten its way to his neck, and Tails could find that he could speak again... even though he wasn't even breathing. Synthesized weeping began to drizzle out of his mouth like blood from a busted lip. He was being turned into a robot for Chaos knows why... and it wasn't even at the worst part yet, as the poor kit was soon to find out. As the flames crept over his cheekbones and into his eyes, forcing him to screw his eyes shut as his vision suddenly became disorientingly pixelated, he felt yet another sensation to go with the agony he had already suffered through. It felt as slimy and sticky as crude oil, pervading his mind and making him.... stand still. The fox's gyrations started to still, and he realized with most absolute horror that he was no longer in control of his body. He could see data running past what was once his real eyes mere moments before, most of it revolting enough to make him gag. This... this was never suppossed to happen. He was suppossed to have saved everyone, and that included himself. It shouldn't have happened. He should have done something else, should have taken help from his friends or blowing away his cage while he still had a chance. This couldn't have happened. It just couldn't have. Even if the above two failed, Sonic would have kept this from happening. He always knew what was happening, and he could have been able to save Tails in such an idolising way. But he didn't, for he wasn't, and he never knew. A cold feeling settled in the fox's heart, something he had only a taste of before, but never fully experienced. The feeling was as numb as his new body, as influencing as the programming that was forcibly removing his control over his body, more hate filled than anything before. Finally, the sickly light turned off. The torture was over, but the effects were permanent. As the robian that was once a two-tailed genius fox named Tails stepped obediantly out of the roboticizer, the young boy inside that empty shell wept. Wept for his lost innocence, for what was once so simple, and he yearned for something that drove out all desire. Revenge.[rand=5938669626044613074540186955340159502731813898126021912251704692465]
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 2, 2007 17:56:07 GMT -5
Metal swiftly approached the newly roboticized boy, his eyes practically sparkling as he snatched him by the jaw and raised his face up to meet his gaze. He knew Toaster Tails couldn't respond to him, but he also knew the boy's mind was fully aware beneath his cold exterior as he got right into his face. "This would be the reason otherwise." he hissed in triumph, "Though, I suppose, it is highly debatable whether or not you are truly 'alive' now. And just where was your great hero, Sonic, to help you this time?" He chuckled as he released him, shoving him back slightly, before turning his focus elsewhere. It crossed his mind briefly that this version of Tails, being from another universe entirely, may not have actually known either world's Sonic. But he didn't particularly care. Why spoil his fun right now? <Dr Robotnik, sir,> Metal transmitted to the tyrant. <The fox has been successfully roboticized.>
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Post by DB on Nov 2, 2007 18:13:42 GMT -5
At the moment, Robotnik was busy pouring himself over some data regarding the recent events. There was a tone at the incoming message, and he glanced over, then back to his work. “ Snively.” He paused after calling for his assistant, suddenly remembering that Snively wasn’t there to take care of the little details. With a growl, he turned his attention away from his project to see what had arrived. It had better of been good. … He smirked. It was good. He quickly sent a voice transmission back. <”Have the fox go offline, and tell the workerbot to add the additional hardware I’ve sent. The purpose of the chip is to allow a limited amount of will, so do not be alarmed when it works. Afterwards, bring... our guest to the Main Lab.”> Robotnik sat back in his seat and pondered a moment, then sent an additional note as well. <”Excellent work on the capture, as well. If all things go according to plan, it may more than make up for your failures.”>
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 3, 2007 3:57:30 GMT -5
Well. There went that good mood. <Understood,> there was a long pause that was accented by the metallix's talons curling into fists as he struggled to keep his tone of voice level. <... Thank you... sir.> Metal shook angrily at the tyrant's parting comment. Would it have been too hard to congratulate him without backhanding him in the same breath?! No, of course not. That dirty, loathsome, slimy, horrid-- A healthy crackle of electricity he'd inadvertently charged suddenly arched around him, causing his eyes to momentarily become static. He hated to admit it, but that stupid little fox had given him a beating with that damned cannon, and his energy reserves were low with the amount of electricity he'd expelled. First chance presented he was going to have to seek maintenance. Speaking of the toaster shaped weapon, Metal glanced over at it still sitting within the roboticizer's platform. Looking toward Tails he glared hatefully. "Shut down." he commanded sharply to him, as well as ordering the workerbot to begin its preparations to install the small microchip. That taken care of, he quickly marched over and snatched the toaster cannon up off the ground and began to examine it.
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Nov 3, 2007 23:32:54 GMT -5
And Tails was forced to shut down, but not before his sensors detected the robot heading in the direction of his dropped toaster. If he lays one dirty claw on my toaster I'm gonna- And then his programming cut him off mid-sentence, his eyes gone blank and his limbs limp. As for the toaster, it's outer shell seemed like a basic thing- even the slots where foods were normally placed in did not look that much tampered with, just the metal holders used to stabalize the foods were missing, and the bottom seemed to glow a little. The slide down button had been replaced with a single black chrome push button, obviously to fire the cannon. Next to it was a small light- which right now was yellow. If Metal had any mass detectors, this ordinary-looking device would feel much heavier than the conventional toaster. Such an interesting device made by a mere child. Speaking of mere child, the workerbot had done it's work, and ordered the robian Tails to switch back online. When he did, Tails could feel a slight difference. For one, if he wanted to, he could swear he'd be able to say anything he wanted. In fact, there was something he HAD to say, in order to get it off his chest. And so he muttered, " 01000010 01000001 01010010 01000010 01000101 01010010 01000001 00100000 01010011 01010100 01010010 01000101 01001001 01010011 01000001 01001110 01000100 ."The robot-fox now used his newfound psuedo-freedom to turn and look at Metal... who now held his beloved toaster. "..." One of his tails twitched.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Nov 4, 2007 0:00:47 GMT -5
Barbera Who--? Metal turned back around to notice the robian kit now staring at him. Idly he wondered why in the world Robotnik would want to partially restore some worthless robian's free will - though, he supposed, the order to bring him to the lab did seem to have a fair indication. He glanced back down at the toaster, then up at the fox again. If he were capable of doing so, he would have given a wicked smile. "So what is the story with this toaster, anyway? Answer, now."
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