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Post by Jamie Lee on Jan 15, 2008 13:24:58 GMT -5
Finitevus gave a rather unamused look. " Well I was." he said flatly, taking to helping the fox so not to seem as suspicious. " Don't you think there's a possibility our transmissions could be tapped? The only reason I'm transmitting to my legion is I know that line is secure. And as for your question, no, Charles didn't tell me any way to contact him." <Understood... ... ... ... I've restored my arm's mobility, but the weapon systems are still offline. I expect you to take care of that, Finetivus. Where are you?> <I'm in a laboratory of some sort, but right now I'm your least concern. Don't come looking for me. I want you and Julie to find each other before we discuss our next step.>
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Jan 16, 2008 16:15:26 GMT -5
Again Tails blinked. In all of the ruckus that had happened, wiretaps had been on the back of the kit's mind. The thought had never even occurred to him, even though it seemed painfully likely to happen. "I guess I was too busy thinking about other things." Tails said, abashed. "Still... do you think there's a chance it could work?"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jan 16, 2008 17:06:39 GMT -5
" Hmm," Finitevus hummed, " If we could work some sort of access lock into the gate that would buy more time. A self-destruct would be more preferable, but..." he waved his hand in a circle and shook his head, " I'm already in the process of trying to organize my people. We may not be able to leave on our own, but nothing says we can't be forcibly removed once we're finished building our escape route." he smiled slyly. He paused. " By the way. Do you see my glasses anywhere?"
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Post by Leda on Jan 17, 2008 14:21:16 GMT -5
<Um, Doc, how am I supposed to find Isis if none of my electronics are working? I've only got my back-up radio because it wasn't out at the time of the EMP! ...Besides, don't forget that I'm not alone, here.> <Use your head...>
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Jan 20, 2008 15:34:29 GMT -5
Tails looked about, trying to spy the misplaced spectacles, when he suddenly noticed that the pangolin did indeed lack a pair of glasses. Unfortunately, the fox didn't seem to see anything that even looked like a pair of glasses. "I don't see 'em." he said, still glancing about just incase he did manage to find them. "Can you see 'em from where you are?" (Roll a die. 1 = Under Fini's foot, 2 = Under Tails' foot, 3 = On Fini's tail, 4 = On the floor, 5 = In the wrecked machinery, 6 = On Tails' nose)
[rand=29467338916686153517446875080522462668498722935366161310644143094]
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jan 20, 2008 16:51:49 GMT -5
[dice=6] Huffing in frustration, both at Tails and at Julie, the doctor pulled away from what he was doing, not really caring about what sort of reactions that would garner from the other robots in the room. A visual sweep across his area of the room turned up nothing, and so he began turning to check another area for where they may have fallen. *CRUNCH*Finitevus froze at that dreaded sound. Slowly he took his weight off his foot and moved back to examine its source. Greeting him was the glint of several pieces of rosey colored glass and a wire frame. He just stared at them for a moment, his mind trying to register what he was looking at, before squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back. "Found them." He casually picked the broken spectacles up and placed them back on his nose. [rand=09974539610308841851454203955511384681023478638145993068889399544]
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Jan 20, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -5
Tails stared at Fini incredulously as the pangolin placed the broken glasses on his face. He then tried very hastilly to hide a sudden fit of giggles, for a robot wearing glasses, let alone broken ones, was rather humorous. Unfortunately, stifling giggles was rather difficult to do as a robot, for there were no organs to seize up, so they rang out anyway. At least he tried to stop the giggles.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Jan 20, 2008 21:46:25 GMT -5
"You wouldn't find it so amusing if you were required to wear them!" Finitevus snapped as he whirled around on the twin tailed boy, eyes glowing brighter and teeth showing. A second passed and he seemed to deflate, shaking his head in frustration and turning to walk off. I hate not being in control of a situation.<Alright,> he said, finally turning his focus back to Julie. <Who is this 'ally' of yours?>
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Jan 23, 2008 17:21:10 GMT -5
Tails cringed back in fear at the outburst, both tails tucked between his legs, not realising why Fini was so angry. Upset, Tails let out an apology, "It looked like you were seeing fine without them!" though it was half-buried by his disturbed emotions in the form of a keen.
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Post by Leda on Jan 25, 2008 0:12:28 GMT -5
@segajulie@ <Um... Well, there's a--GAUGH!!> There was the sound of some clattering commotion, and when all settled, the rest of the transmissions were muffled. < LAAAAANCEGETOFFOFMEYOUSTUPIDRETARDEDPERVERT!!!> < ... Did you... ... Baby, you don't have to wait till I'm out to get down with me!> @segajulie@ < YOU WERE THE ONE THAT LANDED ON ME NOW GET OFF OF ME BEFORE I BREAK YOUR SCRAWNY NECK!!!> *muffled sounds of choking* @segajulie@ *muffled yelp of pain* < %$@#%#$ bitch.> < If you are done attacking each other, may I suggest that we reassess our priorities and proceed with the current mission?> @segajulie@ < Ow... What the hell is-- oh, my radio. ... ...Hey, my arm works!!>
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 6, 2008 21:55:10 GMT -5
Ignoring the boy's sputtering, Fini listened to the commotion that was now pouring in from Julie's communicator. His face had found itself planted deeply into his hand. Would someone tell me why half my organization is over here--he was about to say, however, the words never managed to form. A third voice had spoken from the other pangolin's end... and he recognized it. The scientist set his jaw carefully as he visualized the hedgehog modeled robot who once before attacked him. This was who Julie's ally was supposed to be? Hmm. This was a serious problem, especially since he had probably heard the entire conversation so far. Okay, Finitevus thought, how could he turn this situation in his favor. Lance's appearance may just prove itself to be duex ex he was needing to solve this dilemma (Well, aside from another portal appearing beneath him). The idea of him having to work with Julie, however, significantly lowered his confidence in that. Expecting the two of them to work together gracefully was not only unlikely and a serious risk to his plot, but a hazard to each other's safety. Julie was easily the more valuable of the two, but the thought of losing either of them wasn't desirable. Of all the members in his legion... And that Silver Sonic unit. If it was actually working with Julie that meant that, for the moment at least, it wasn't a threat. If he could keep the metallix on his side long enough perhaps he could somehow put it to good use... a distraction perhaps...? As he saw it everything seemed to boil down to getting everyone together. If they could just get together safely, hopefully with as little complication as possible, he could start to plan out the next phase of his idea... Augh, there were so many things beyond his control working against him. Alright. He could make this work. He would MAKE this work. Except... There was still his own element to consider. Looking down at his body he recalled the struggle he had had to put up to maintain control over himself in front of Julie; seeing anyone else was going to trigger those same protocols. Even if he were to be successfully extracted, how was he going to overcome that? He couldn't, wouldn't ask anyone to tamper with his programming for him... At least, he recalled, there was that fake emerald Tails was supposed to be working on... If what Sally had said was true then that would fix that problem... If it was true. There was no guarantee of that. She had said to merely 'help' that person... help does not necessarily mean 'fix', and she had never elaborated much on it... Which meant he couldn't rely on that as his savior in all this mess. He had to think of another way in case it backfired or simply didn't work. He began to wonder... maybe, just maybe he could break it himself... He had already learned how to manipulate it, which meant it wasn't as all-powerful as it seemed at face value. Eyeing a wrench on a nearby table he began to wonder...
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Post by Topaz Mutiny on Feb 8, 2008 17:08:14 GMT -5
Tails still looked submissive even as he went back to fix whatever else needed fixing, his tails held low and not moving very much.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 9, 2008 0:24:57 GMT -5
Finitevus knew electronics, and he knew that if you tried to force a component to preform a task it wasn't designed or strong enough to handle it could be fried. His previous attempts to do just this had failed, but, he wasn't about to give up. IF his attempt worked, and that was probably a big if, one of two things were likely to happen... One, he may just be able to restore his full range of will, two... he would end up frying part of or his entire hard drive. In other words, worst case scenario he would cause himself irreversible brain damage and possibly kill himself. He pondered. Was a risk like that worth trying when he knew there was a potential alternative in Tails' fake emerald? An alternative that was no less guaranteed to work and, quite frankly, had its own potential in frying his circuits. Hmph. The potential seemed more than worth the risk, and it wasn't as though life wasn't full of such things anyway. At least if something did go wrong he'd have an ironic death. Finitevus snatched the wrench away and walked off as if he were going to use it for something or the other. Once his back was turned he placed both hands on either end and... began willing himself to bend it. It wasn't even whether or not he actually could; it was the principle behind it. He had been ordered not to damage any of Robotnik's property after all. His hands calmly held either end, not even twitching as the pangolin sent the command. Break it. he commanded. Break it.Finitevus exerted his willpower, narrowing his eyes with concentration. It was subtle at first... his hands had begun to tremble ever so slightly... Gradually, however it began growing stronger. He struggled and ground his teeth against each other. BREAK IT!The struggle continued as the programming metaphorically dug its feet into the floor. Finitevus grit his teeth even harder as he slammed his will against it with all his might, heaving every ounce of strength he had to push it back. It will not win. It will not win! YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL! Finitevus snarled, YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME!His hands were trembling violently now, tightening and untightening, unsure of whose will to follow. His eyes began to flicker, and accompanying that various warnings began to obscure his vision, warning him that his hard drive was becoming dangerously hot and of an impending overload. NO! I WILL WIN!He pushed and shoved and exerted himself, forcing his way forward in spite of those warnings. No. He wasn't going to give up! A few warnings weren't enough to scare him off! HE WOULD DO THIS. Now...BREAK IT.Finitevus' vision suddenly cut out, and for a moment all he could realize was that he was surrounded by darkness. Had he shut down? No... he had lost consciousness when Robotnik made him shut down earlier... A moment later his vision flickered back on, and accompanying his earlier warnings were new ones explaining a malfunction in what he realized to be the area of his hard drive that chip had been installed in. He looked down at his hands for confirmation of his next thoughts... ... And his eyebrows raised in dramatic surprise of what he found. He had expected maybe a small warping at most, but... the wrench, he now found, had been bent in half. This was the strength he now possessed in this form? He glanced back at the group of workerbots, their assigned tasks nearing completion. Yes. He could definitely feel a difference in his programming. The experience had left him mentally exhausted, but, something had definitely changed. Idly he returned the wrench, still in its newly mangled form, to the toolbox it came from. "Hmm," he smirked, idly readjusting his glasses.
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