Gentlemanvaultboy

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Thief's mind was flooded with information, visions. This beast, fighting, striking down robots larger than itself in a single blow. But it was strange, it wobbled when it moved. It's legs, that was it. Powerful though they were, Thief could also see death tracing along them. These legs were not built for movement. Movement was secondary to the leap and the kill. This thing, this 「Blue Reaper」, was never meant for a fight like this. It hadn't killed its prey, by some miracle it hadn't killed its prey, in a single blow and now the shoe was on the other foot. Would it retreat, leap away were it not in the grips of madness? Yes, yes, that's what a thinking robot would do. But not this one. This one would stay, fighting a battle it was never meant to. One it could not win. Thief pitied it for its living death. "The legs." Thief of Bagdad called out to the Blue Reapers opponent. "Break the legs. Immobilize it. Do not kill it."

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

It could have stayed with the relative safety of this living castle, if it was coward. If it was the sort of robot that would stand idly by while a living robot was torn apart. If it didn't have faith that this was all sort of a plan. With that in mind it sprinted past the king, bounding over the ground on all fours down toward the hole that had been knocked in the wall. It could do nothing against the combat model, that was certain. The tiny gun at its side would not even scratch the armor of such a beast. So Thief did the only thing it could do. It hunkered down as the pair circled one another, focusing on the large blue one, and allowed itself to 「See」. It was a strange ability. Thief's memory banks did not contain how it had acquired this strange power, the ability to look at and know another robot. It must be something the creators had gifted it to aide in its great mission, to find out the one with the Great Theoretical Ability. But now this divine power would be turned to the aide of its fellow robot. (POWER TO COMPUTE: What is this robot and what are its weaknesses?)

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

At castle Ferug King124 was somewhat surprised when the little surveillance robot made his introductions but regained his regal composure in moments "And hello to you too my little subject! come join me at my banquet!" Just outside the entrance to Ferugs innards there is an makeshift table and couple of chairs. At the table, Thief of Bagdad was offered an powercell containing few days worth of energy. As his lordship King124 was about to ask for news about the area his trail of thought processes were interrupted by a song. Music, of all things, rare indeed to find such luxuries within blasted lands, he didnt recognize the song but it was quite charming indeed. "Ferug! We shall move inland at once towards those two bases! For what would an royal banquet be without the gift of music!" He turned towards thief. "Come join me little one! for a relaxing walk and talk!" While strolling towards the two bases, King124 wondered about the signatures he had read within stone columns and how nothing had risen from them, such peculiar activities were often an sign of a new beast awakening and he certainly did not want to be around for that to happen. At military base codename: Carbon An large crouched shape moved trough dark corridors with deadly purpose, an battle robot by the name of Blue Reaper. Unlike many who had awoken on this day filled with confusion but still themselves, Blue Reaper had awoken roaring, experienced pain and burning of being wiped clean. Some automatons reacted this way to pulses, they are known across blasted lands as beasts. Search and destroy was the only directive left within Reapers circuitry, and it would follow it until the day it would be destroyed or ran out of power. Few hours after the pulse, this ominous figure found its way from base it awoke in. Heavy metallic gate opened for it as Reaper stepped in to daylight...

@Warbozz

That confirmed it. Thief said nothing as it made its way into the innards of the beast, still wary. Until the power cell. Thief hastily grabbed it up, got just a bit of a charge to make sure it was valid, and was instantly relived. It had never been offered a cell before. Stolen, yes, streaking between the forms of the beast that lived here as they warred with one another over a fresh kill. Using his sensors to pinpoint the location and collecting it up quickly, running away before it was noticed and leaving them with nothing but the empty corpse of a robot. Never before, however, had anyone offered it one. As if to seal the deal, the music began. A beautiful melody carried over these barren lands from it knew not where. A sign, that's what it was. A favorable portent send by the creators, a sound off to mark the beginning of its great journey. This robot, the choir told it, was the key. Thief followed. "It is pleasant to meet someone as conversational as yourself." Thief said, walking beside the regal robot. "I am R-22, callsign 「Thief of Bagdad」. I have never seen you or your companion in this graveyard before. Tell me, are you from the outside? How did you get in?"

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Somewhere else in this rack and ruin, hidden amongst the great hulks of its fallen fellow, the pilgrim watched the titanic robot and its small master. Small being relive, of course. They were both gigantic compared to Thief of Bagdad. It had been a harrowing few months for this tiny robot since the hand of the creators had seen fit to breath life back into it after its long slumber. Months spent in this forsaken place, hemmed in by the roving bands of crazed robots that seemed to, if not devour Thief whole, want to use it for target practice. But even among them it had never seen such a colossus. Was this good or poor fortune? Surly if something so large was a resident of this place Thief would have noticed it before. Had it come from the outside? But even if it had come from the outside that was no guarantee that it was any more civilized than the beasts which stomped through here. However, if it had punched through all the danger than perhaps it was a way out. If Thief was wrong, though, than it would only be a death sentence to approach and Thief could not die. If it died before finding the bearer of the Great Theoretical Ability, than all of robotkind would be forsaken as the dead that lay here. Thief was wrecked with indecision. Thankfully, fate decided to cut through it. Thief felt the power in its joints, the great hand of the creators calling more of its kind back form the deep slumber. Nearby. A great awakening was occurring nearby. Surly this was a sign, a call to act. Either the creators were saying that the behemoth was safe, or were calling Thief to action to defend the sleepers from its evil. A miracle, or a trial. Thief leaped up and bounded across the rust and rubble toward the behemoth, bounding on all fours like a rabbit, and skidding to a stop before it hand resting on the tiny gun Thief carried on its hip. "Hello." Thief spoke.

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Name: Model R-22 "Thief of Bagdad" Appearance: Size: About child sized. Unit history: The R-22 units were mobile observation robots designed for obtaining data on enemy units. Using the incredible sensor and scanner suit in their heads they were meant to roam across a battlefield, observing enemy engagements and bodies, and transport the data they discovered back to base so the humans could use that data to plan around the enemies faults or steal whatever advancement the enemy made. Memory: There's a reason religion is born in deserts: looking around at all that empty sand can make someone feel the need to fill it up with something. Thief of Bagdad has hours and hours and hours and hours of memory of looking at the desert. Equipment: One light pistol, one box of assorted tools strapped to its back. Skills: Because of the way its head was designed Thief has an almost intuitive understanding of any robot it looks at, especially if it's allowed to see past the outer shell. This makes it, in a pinch, and acceptable mechanic. It's eyes have a range comparable to a telescopic lens, enabling it to watch things from far away. Ranks: Combat: D Memory: A Speed: B Companionship: D Electronics: B Wisdom: A Initializing data retrieval: "COMPLETE"

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Name: Model R-22 "Thief of Bagdad" Appearance: Size: About child sized. Unit history: The R-22 units were mobile observation robots designed for obtaining data on enemy units. Using the incredible sensor and scanner suit in their heads they were meant to roam across a battlefield, observing enemy engagements and bodies, and transport the data they discovered back to base so the humans could use that data to plan around the enemies faults or steal whatever advancement the enemy made. Memory: There's a reason religion is born in deserts: looking around at all that empty sand can make someone feel the need to fill it up with something. Thief of Bagdad has hours and hours and hours and hours of memory of looking at the desert. Equipment: One light pistol, one box of assorted tools strapped to its back. Skills: Because of the way its head was designed Thief has an almost intuitive understanding of any robot it looks at, especially if it's allowed to see past the outer shell. This makes it, in a pinch, and acceptable mechanic. It's eyes have a range comparable to a telescopic lens, enabling it to watch things from far away. Ranks: Combat: D Memory: A Speed: B Companionship: D Electronics: B Wisdom: A Initializing data retrieval: "COMPLETE"

Shots in the dark (Sci-fi/fantasy) a noir sandbox RP.

"Then yes, you may have a body when I'm done." She replies, satisfied. She looks back over the collected corpses on the bus. With a load this big one of them was bound to have, if not no family, at least no one willing to pay for a funeral. There was a whole side job some of her colleagues ran with bodies like that, selling them to ghouls. Sometimes they hadn't even done any investigation before carting them out to the Dead Zone, the lazy bastards. "But next time you see a Walker with a toe tag, at least check that it's not one of mine first."

Shots in the dark (Sci-fi/fantasy) a noir sandbox RP.

"Do you mind if I take one of these bodies, once you've finished your job?" Enquired Benjamin, in a measured polite tone. "I'm with the Dome of Protectors, here's my ID" He continues, smiling and quickly flashing his special agent badge. "The information recovered from these could definitely come in useful with future operations. All for the good of Pyrrhic city right?" His perfect tone slightly tailed off as he saw a tall man clothed in a dark Italian suit outside. He could swear that he had seen him before, in the 'memories' of a corpse he had consumed earlier. Having said that the Modacci employed a lot of people, Either way he had started reaching for his camera mid-sentence.

@cuttlebones

She pulls her head back in and looks him up and down like he's just asked to eat her first born child. What the hell kind of question was that, from him of all people? Did this jackass seriously not remember what...then again, he turned out to be a Dome spook. He probably got shot at while devouring bodies all the time Besides, this could be the opportunity to answer some nagging question. "Depends." she replies. "Who was Walden McMillan, and why did you eat him?"

Shots in the dark (Sci-fi/fantasy) a noir sandbox RP.

"Oh for the love of..." Lily said, fishing her idea out of her pocket and throwing open one of the windows, flashing her coroners badge at anyone that looked like they took orders. "Lorenzo!" She yells out to the chief. "If you and your jackbooted thugs storm this bus, stomp all over these bodies, shoot people in the head, and generally make my job any harder than it's already going to be I swear to god we will have words! Perps down! Dial it back!"

Knights of TERA (Modern Fantasy Monster Slaying)

Name: Daniel Dashing Age: 14 Rank: I Nationality: American Weapon: Magic Grow Capsules Gear: Pouch on belt. When lid is pulled it acts sort of like a tape measure, onto which various capsules are stored. Appearance: Short, with short blond curly hair. Often dressed very professionally with a suit and tie, a vest, clean shoes, because such a look is as close as one can get to the dignity of a knight without actually donning armor. Despite this, his tie is always some sort of ludicrous novelty design. He has a pair of long thin scars running down the left side of his face that just miss his left eye. Personality: Daniel is a small friendly guy. He tries very much to live up to the platonic ideals of knighthood, striving to be polite, generous, honorable, and chivalrous in all situation. When people speak to him, he listens. Really listens, and remembers, because you are important. He's kind of intense, and it tends to put people off. It's like he's laser focused all the time, on everything. He is, without question, a workaholic. History: Daniel has wanted to be a Knight ever since he was five, when his entire life was stolen away by the machinations of a spiteful neighbor. The man put a monster under young Daniels bed, and when his parents went to check...well, he's blocked most of the memories of that night from his mind. He does remember one thing, though. The Knight. A shining figure in the dark of his room, holding him, monster dead on the floor. For Daniel this was akin to a religious experience. For all intents and purposes adopted by his savior, who was themselves barely a teenager at the time, Daniel was brought up in Knighthood. His foster parent drilled in the philosophy of the light, the merits of behaving virtuously, and the benefits of always being prepared. He took these lessons to heart and entered the Knighthood himself at twelve, working with the fervor of a fanatic. Hobbies: Daniel is always trying to organize something. A baseball league, a ball, a charity, a tournament. If there is a committee he wants on it. If there is a meeting he wants to be a part of it. He likes being around people, and on the off chance that there is nothing for him to work on in his downtime you'd be able to find him in a park, or a restaurant, or a club, somewhere where he will be surrounded by them. Style: Variable. Because of the way he uses his light he prefers to hold back and watch for a hole that needs filling. Abilities: Daniel infuses light into Magic Grow Capsules, bringing them to life as servants. They become bigger and stronger, taking on the characteristics of the thing they were made in the image of while still remaining spongy and malleable. Bringing these creatures of light to life takes a lot out of Daniel, realistically meaning that he's only able to do it once every day. In addition, they have a rather short lifespan of six hours, whereupon they dissolve.