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Cartwright said
I guess its time to start seeing posts pop up peoples


Mmm...our RPs seem ot move slow huh...
I'm afraid i'm going to drop this RP, moves a bit fast for me and I'm not so much feeling it anymore.

Sorry to leave you hanging Vec...I could stick around long enough for you to ditch my character or you could just start ignoring her existence...up to you
Dusk nodded in response, "yes, interesting is definitely the word I would use." he said as he looked to the many faces gathered. People from all ages and people of different backgrounds. "Good to meet you Will my name is William, most call me Dusk though" he offered another smile and looked over to the next man to enter. A meeting.. "Perhaps it's best we sit down?" he said looking to his conversation partner and motioning to some seats.
Eight watched as the girl got up to went to do something, the familiar sounds of a struggle echoed from outside the building. "Oh boy..." the automaton said to herself, she took her needle up properly and rummaged about a bit more, finding pieces she has used and made before for certain situations. "Alright...they are all here..." she turned to look for the technician, whose name she had still somehow failed to learn. "hum, where did she..." as if an early reply, the woman yelled out to someone else, Eight swiveled around to see the garage door open. "Uh oh..." she jumped out of her little box and ran to the edge of the table, not as tall a drop as she had expected, she leapt from the tabletop and landed on the ground. She wanted to see what was going on..."And here we go..." she clicked her heels together and some small wheels protruded from them, she began to skate speedily towards the broo-hah-hah going on outside. "Um...Vee? whats going on?" she yelled as best she could, which wasn't too loud...
Vec said
"As i thought..." she murmured at her response. The mechanics curiosity had lighten up inside her but she tried to suppress her urge to pick her up and start examining her. "Well, the interest is always there but If you don't want me to do anything, I won't" she reassured her. "Eight huh? Who gave you that name? People don't usually name things after numbers..." she said and sat down on a chair that was nearby.


Eights hand found her "weapon" and she gripped it, still not completely trusting the stranger just yet. "Well, apparently i'm the eighth of my kind, and the people where a tad unoriginal..." she wasn't exactly sure who came up with the name, it sorta kinda began circulating about, like a rumor, still....It was better than the name she got from the little girl, Eight wasn't the type to go by 'Glitter princess'. "Speaking of names...what is yours again?" she was still searching the area, her eyes darting around and taking in everything. She would probably be here for a little while...
Eight sighed, or as close she could mimic a sigh, as she did not have any lungs. "I'm called Eight...Eight for short, I am a magiscience golem, that's about all I know...you did say Paradigm yes? I am aligned with them..." she began to scan the room, seeing many little parts and tools. "You...wouldn't happen to have interest in taking a little metal person apart would you?" she said nervously, people have tried, oh my people have tried...as Eight waited for a response she sifted around for her usual tools in the box, her hand bumbling into a familiar needle, the perfect little tool for the perfect little gal.
Eight heard a voice talking seemingly to them self, she turned to see it's source, staring up at the much larger person, and by that of course, I mean normal sized person. "Hullo..." she said simply, meetings were always a bit awkward, not many people could just strike up a normal conversation with Eight, for obvious reasons. "sorry for...dropping in" she said as she stood to full height, the person in front of her still towering above, "I hope i'm in the right place..." she said looking around, if she had gotten sent somewhere wrong, it could end very very badly for her...
Eight 's eyelids opened, sending a very faint glow onto whatever the dark surface she was now staring at. She blinked mechanically a few times before looking about. Not having much room to move, she was laid down on some items that where actually decently comfortable. "This again..." she muttered to herself, her false voice echoed in the small contained space, it had a metal quality to it and sounded like a recording. "Let's see if..." she trailed off as she tried to fling her arm out in front of her, it shot up and bumped against the wall above her. The whole space she was in jumped and she grunted when it hit the ground again. she sighed, blowing some "hair" away from her face. She looked begrudgingly at the wall and set her legs up to kick the wall. "One three..." she began her count mentally and on the set number, she kicked with all she could, the "wall" in front of her busted in two, flopping over to the containers side, hay flying up with it. Eight rose to a sitting position and sighed, spitting up the straw in her mouth she looked at her new surroundings. She had been packaged up and sent over to someone else. Again.
Time for more random comic book facts. The punisher was once chopped into tiny pieces by Wolverine, then thrown into a dumpster. Later a vampire came along and decided to stitch the pieces together to make a new Frankenstein.
Vec said
sure but come up with a reason for her to be in Vi's garage in the first place :)


The Paradigm sent eight to Vi so that she could be the one to study her?
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