Scarifar

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Ehh I might as well give out some icebreaker info for Press.

He's from California.
Favorite color is white.
Favorite food: Cheeseburger.
Worked to help make income for his family by creating toys out of parts from a nearby junkyard and selling them to classmates, then as he got older, worked with mother by creating and even patenting some devices used today (names kept unknown).
Created many inventions over his lifetime, many of which are now obsolete, malfunctioning, or still in use.

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Ok... it's prolly time for VITA to send us off to training or something, so.... whoever has control of the AI (I'm assuming it's Famotill) should prolly get on that.

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Press withdrew his hand, fearing something malfunctioned in his glove. "It's alright, Brookes, it's probably my fault. Sometimes these devices of mine tend to show malfunctions in weird ways." He looked at his glove, wondering what could have done that. However, judging by the shape of the burn on Brookes' hand, it seemed that if his glove had malfunctioned, it would have done so across the entire surface of the glove, which would be impossible even for Press, since malfunctions never went that far. Casting the thought aside, he asked, "So... what can you do? You've already seen my specialty here," motioning once again to Horus and his glove.

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I highly doubt there's a limit. Post away.

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athanshadow said
Would that glove be iron perchance? XD Also is there a posting limit?

Almost definitely. A variety of metals and plastics too, but definitely some iron.

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Press sighed. He felt as if he had no friends, and he was probably right. He wasn't exactly social; it wasn't in him to just walk up to someone and say hi. Even back home he only had a few trusted friends. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to change that. After all, he was in a new place, filled with people he barely knew. He spotted a person who looked like he arrived late, judging by the fact that he was the one closet to the entrance they had all come from. Press noticed that he had pointed ears, but that wasn't a concern. After all, there was a person here with fox ears. He walked up to him and said, "Hi there. Um, name's Press, and this is Horus," motioning to his automaton falcon on his shoulder. He tried to give a friendly smile and extended his hand to shake, the one with the metal glove.

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So... when are we actually gonna go to do some training?

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I'd think Press introduces himself and Horus, shows them his storage cube, and tells everyone not to go into his room or touch anything of his without his permission. That's pretty much it.

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It seemed that the tension had deflated enough so that violence would not be made, so Press put away his stun guns back into his storage cube. He flexed his right hand, the one that was wearing the glove for quick access to his cube, and wondered if he should make another one for his left hand. Deciding that he'd make it later, he cast those thoughts aside and let out a sigh. He turned to the guy asking if they were ready and responded with, "Ready as can be."

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(Guess I'll help the blind person.)

Press had his attention on the bitch and the man of rage when he heard someone behind him ask for help. He turned around and saw Magara, if he recalled her name correctly. He looked back at the two, then said to Magara, "Oh sure, no problem. No need to apologize, I understand." He looked down at Carl and said, "Hey boy, let's go get some food. Come on, boy," using the tone of voice that people used when talking to pets. He went over to the cupboards and found the ones holding the cups and plates. He set those on the table and looked around for some dog food. He eventually found a bag and filled a bowl with it, then set it on the ground for him. He then took the cup and plate off the table and handed them over to Magara, saying, "Here you go. Anything else you need, just ask."