WHO: Dist the Reaper (
dist_the_reaper), and Kikuchiyo (
machinesamurai)
WHAT: Two lone puppieswolves decide to form a pack.
WHERE: The old carriage factory where Dist unwillingly resides (a few blocks away from The Crimson Dragon)
WHEN: Afternoon, the day before Claire's kidnapping
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Dist tossed another wrench across the room in sheer fury, )
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Kikuchiyo was never one to be negative, but he really did not like Rivelata. There was no real call or even recognition for samurai there - Everyone was off rescuing people from the jungle without him, leaving him with a maddening feeling of uselessness. What good was this machine body if he couldn't even be a warrior?!
With his massive sword slung easily over his shoulder, the machine samurai found himself wandering - you couldn't call it aimlessly, as he didn't actually know anywhere to go... And even if he did, the chances of him knowing how to get to said destination were slim at best. He'd never had the best sense of direction - then, until he met Kambei, he'd never strayed far from the city after he'd had his... mechanical upgrade, he liked to call it. Body replacement sounded so much less human.
"Argh! What the hell is the point in even having this body if I can't fight?!" he yelled at no one in particular, slamming the thick blade of his sword into the ground with a smash, letting out a spurt ( ... )
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"W-W-WAUGH!" As a disturbing shiver ran up his spine, he lurched forward to catch the breath that had escaped him moments earlier. "W--WHO," he sputtered, whipping his head around to the entrance. He had never seen it in person- and it was BIG- as big as one of his Kaisers- it was the robot who called himself a "Samurai" in the journals. Dist had been extremely interested in him, wondering at length how his AI worked without fonons- he had shortly realized, however, that he was from a different world and technology seemed to rely internally rather than from external sources. The thought made him ripe with jealousy, as well as intrigue.
"Y-you," Dist stated. The indignant ( ... )
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"Me?! I asked you what the going on!" he growled, flailing his sword for a moment in his frustration, before letting the tip dig harmlessly into the ground. The man wasn't a threat - or at least, not visibly.
Looking around at the mess and what seemed to be an attempt at something machine. Despite being mostly robotic himself, Kikuchiyo knew very little about mechanics - it was a wonder he managed to keep his body working for the most part... And even then, sometimes he didn't. More than once he'd pressed his limit to the point of breaking down.
"You tryin' to build something?"
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"B....BUILD something..." He finally managed after a moment. "YES..."
As he stared at the machine. The walking, talking, taller-than-two-of-him, fully-functioning-without-fonons, sword-carrying machine. Presenting itself in front of him. The worst (and possibly the best for Dist) had just dawned upon him.
"I was..." Dist continued slowly, crawling over towards the tall machine samurai. "But, I can't channel enough fonons to get my AI to work." A pout formed on his narrow face.
He hesitated.
"You're not busy? Why aren't you on a rescue mission like the others?" The last part left his tongue bitterly. Kikuchiyo was a machine. Dist could UNDERSTAND machines. Possibly better than anything, even himself. For one to show up at his ( ... )
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