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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2007 1:59:13 GMT -5
Walking down the hallways, Robotnik managed to ignore his guest’s … humming. Honestly, the people from that universe had no idea how to properly react to danger at all. He wondered that if he’d try to take over their world if they’d all break out in song and dance, which would be completely illogical and also idiotic. But at least it'd make the takeover easy. Plus, it was a bit of a walk, and he didn't really want to hear the pangolin hum the ENTIRE way there. May as well talk. “So, what else did the Princess tell you about me?” Why ask? As maybe his guest had some idea of what would happen next … hopefully not. He’d much rather it be a surprise…
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 15, 2007 2:14:04 GMT -5
"Oh, enough," he said in a whimsical voice. "I already have a pretty good idea of what you're going to do with me tooo~" He cleared his throat, becoming more serious once again. "You're certainly not very hospitable to someone you could benefit from so greatly. By the way, I'm not wearing any underwear."
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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2007 2:22:18 GMT -5
Robotnik simply... raised a brow. Yes, it was a official. Everyone from the alternate dimension was completely insane. "Seeing as the majority of your kind don't even wear pants..." he muttered in an unamused tone, before continuing, "If the princess truly told you enough, then you'd not be surprised at your treatment. Besides, how you are treated has no impact on your usefulness."
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 15, 2007 2:35:58 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm afraid it would," he continued to speak in his more serious tone. "It's worth noting that I'm a very influential man to the majority of people in my world. A very powerful and respected man indeed. It's what financially supports my more... hmm, below level activities, shall we say," he smiled. "And if you think anything like I do, then you'd see the existence of another world as a wonderful new opportunity to..." he chuckled. "... Expand one's horizon. Honestly, why use dynamite to blow up the house and all its valuables when you can walk right over the welcome mat?"
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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2007 2:50:37 GMT -5
Robotnik simply smirked. "Ah, but you are right. I do see your universe as a wonderful opportunity. But I've already my own plans. But no worries, you'll still play a major part." And with that statement, they finally arrived at their destination- one of the backup roboticizer rooms. Well lit in comparison to the dark halls, and somewhat more clean as well (amazing, for any location in Robotropolis). Robotnik would of brought Finitevus to the Main Roboticizer, however, a little ... incident earlier that had put it temporarily out of condition. It was most likely in a state of a repair at this very moment. For now, this one would have to do. Which it didn't matter much- they all worked perfectly fine, and there were already worker bots busily working away at the consoles of this on, preparing the machine for use. The tyrant's smirk widened as he walked into the room, gesturing as the SWATbot continued to hold onto the pangolin's arm, not allowing him a chance to flee. " Ah, we've arrived! Marvelous, isn't it?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 15, 2007 3:03:23 GMT -5
"Hmm, pity. Could have given you the easy way in instead of whatever hostile brute force takeover you're planning. Oh well! Have fun playing with GUN and Eggman. I'm sure you would have stabbed me in the back anyway." He glanced at the machine at the tyrant gestured to it, tilting his head to one side and shrugging. "Not as impressive looking as I would have expected. Though I must say the work I've seen it preform more than makes up for that. I could have sued you for patent infringements if I hadn't known better." Before he could allow Robotnik enough time to question that, he glanced at the robot holding him by the arm, smirked, and swung his tail at it. [dice=6][rand=65132045756082193456587549420375738078854070306718396989420134032]
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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2007 3:09:36 GMT -5
[dice=6] BADASSERY REJECTED
Had the SWATbot had eyes, it'd of blinked at Finitevus for that. But instead it just stared down at him as his tail made a loud " CLANG" against it's leg and silently thanked RoboGod it was allowed to use a 6 sided die. "It's much more impressive up close, I assure you. Why don't you take a closer look?" And with that, the robot began to drag the pangolin over to the machine, unhindered whatsoever by the tail whack a moment ago.[rand=7365167465815199665108838594441161747222003022642493165282341194]
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 15, 2007 3:22:13 GMT -5
The pangolin sucked in a stiff breath through his nose. His scales may have protected his tail from getting hurt whacking it against something made of metal, but it failed to protect him from the blow it sent to his pride. He dug his heels into the floor in a futile attempt to outdo the robot's strength, mentally cursing in every hateful way he could think of at GUN. He could have easily overpowered that cheaply built rust heap if his arms were still functioning properly!
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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2007 3:28:47 GMT -5
Digging your heels in works best when the person (or robot, in this case) trying to drag you is either not taller or not stronger then you. But seeing as the SWATbot was a good deal of both... it simply lifted Finitevus off the ground by his arm, dragged him over to the Roboticizer, tossed him onto the platform, and stepped back as the machine quickly sealed shut within a second. And it was also mentally doing a victory jig for taking an attack from an old man and surviving. Robotnik, meanwhile, was still trying to get that underwear comment out of his head. Geeze, what freaks.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 15, 2007 14:00:49 GMT -5
Finitevus grunted over being roughly dumped, now feeling around at the glass enclosing him. His glasses had been knocked off his face by the action, and he took to blindly feeling around for them. "Let me take a wild guess," he muttered, "This is the part where I'm supposed to beg for my life and ask you to find it in your heart to have mercy, hmm? How utterly droll." his eyes narrowed his frustration, unable to distinguish anything beyond blobs of light and color as he continued to search for his glasses. "I do have one idle little curiosity I'd like to ask," he glanced up, squinting his eyes trying to find where the tyrant was standing. "What is the point of having absolute control? Without opposition or the spontaneousness of free will I'd think domination would be rather boring."
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Post by DB on Jun 15, 2007 14:31:27 GMT -5
The tyrant shrugged as he made his cumbersome way to the control board. "It would, wouldn't it? But there is always opposition, and watching the futility of it is so very amusing." And, before any further commentary could be made, the button was pressed, and all systems were go.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jun 15, 2007 22:51:43 GMT -5
The pangolin just barked with an amused laughter. "Touché! I think I'd like you if not fo-- OW!" he jerked his hands off the floor, the force simultaneously causing him to fall back onto his behind. He could feel an electrical current now beginning to flow and pulsate through his body, and with his mechanical hands on the floor it had traveled through the metal, acting as a conductor that shocked the stumps they were attached to. He gasped sharply as the tingling sensation of electricity in his body intensified, progressing into a feeling as if every muscle in his body had been pulled, then into an all too familiar burning sensation of being lit on fire. The searing, burning sensation and the fresh smell of burning fur and flesh in his nostrils was intense. Suddenly the real world seemed to fade away into darkness, and in its place a flood of memories began to bombard him. Terrible, horrible, agonizing memories. His face twisted into a look of wild-eyed panic and agony. The pain - its intensity - it felt terrifyingly reminiscent of an old experience from many many years ago. Except... except magnified. Vivid images seemed to flash before his eyes, replacing the blurred vision he'd prior been struggling with. He saw himself. A young child, no older than six. He was shrieking in pain and terror, crying out for help, for his parents, for anyone who could save him! He coughed, barely able to breathe through the screen of smoke - he was trapped. It burned! It burned so badly! He writhed in scarlet, the snowy white parts of his fur becoming stained. A crescendo of tears poured from his face. Lights dancing, flashing. He could hear voices, but he couldn't distinguish them... they were so distant... where were they?! Why couldn't they see him?! Hear him?! He was so confused, so disoriented. So much pain. It was beyond the comprehension of his young mind. He panicked and continued to struggle. So many questions ran through his mind. Why? he asked himself. WHY?The pangolin began to scooch himself along the bottom of the chamber until his back came up against the glass, his newly metallic feet and lower torso scraping audibly against the floor. The edges of his eyes had begun to dampen, and soon he wasn't able to control their fall, weeping and hyperventilating in pain. Time seemed to slow in his mind, the bending of it cruelly forcing him to endure longer than it seemed in reality. Slowly his old traumas bled away, and he realized where he was - what was happening to him. The harsh reality of his situation sunk itself into his mind; many things raced through it in that instant. But the most overpowering of what little rational thought he was able to cling to was simply the... sheer irony. He was the great manipulator, and now he was being reduced to... to... this. His mouth curved itself into a vicious grin that showed his rows of sharp teeth. In spite of all his pain and suffering... he began to cackle dryly. It didn't last long however. As the mechanization continued to claw itself upward, he suddenly found himself no longer able to muster the air that was required to laugh. Instead he choked and struggled for breath in an urgent panic. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he didn't have to worry about that for very long. Finally the process topped itself off at the crown of his head, the last of that agony vanishing without so much as a residual ache, complete at last. The now fully mechanical pangolin lifted himself - against his own will - from the floor and stood there motionless, waiting for the containment chamber to be lifted. For the next several moments Finitevus found himself somewhat startled and very confused. Everything was clear now, and it took him a few seconds for his mind to reacquaint itself with reality and his current situation. He was somewhat surprised he was actually still aware of his surroundings, however... his body absolutely refused to cooperate with his demands. That was when Sally's words about that squirrel suddenly came back to him... Though the new robian appeared calm from the outside, inside his mind quickly deteriorated into a hysterical laughter.
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Post by DB on Jun 16, 2007 3:16:49 GMT -5
Robotnik scoffed and shook his head. At least this time the roboticizer didn't explode. Then again, he knew quite well why it did the last time. The backlog had shown the precise moments of error and what had caused them- and security footage had revealed what happened next. An extremely lifelike android. Who could of known? He certainly hadn't. However, such an error wouldn't occur again. He wouldn't of let it. Regardless, it was again with the laughter. At least with the other one the abnormality was explainable, but in this case, not so much. Then again, there was always the odd one out that didn't react as expected. But otherwise, everything went as expected and as desired. Robotnik wandered over once the process was completed and the glass slid back into waiting, glancing over the new robian with a cruel smirk, and then bent over (an arduous task for him, mind you) to pick something off the ground. When he returned to standing posture, he held the item in view of the robian, twirling them it in his fingers a moment. The pangolin's glasses. Of course, they were useless now, but... Robotnik chuckled, setting the glasses back to their place on the now-robian's snout. He smirked. "What was it you said earlier? That you were an influential man? A powerful, respected man? It didn't seem to do you very much good... did it? Oh well. We'll talk more later, but I have much to do at the moment- but when I call you back, we'll discuss how you can help me. But for now, why don't you go and get used to your new place in things, hm?" At that point Robotnik smirked wildly, turned, and began to walk away, pausing only a moment, to add... "Oh, and do not worry. Your companions will be taken care of likewise soon."
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