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Post by Raeone on Mar 24, 2008 8:13:19 GMT -6
"So... this is what I was meant to be..."
He looked upon the multitude of forces that lay dead at his feet. He was unharmed. A white, lavender and sky blue armor gleamed as the mid-day sun shone off of his helmet, a bright, rhombus-shaped gem gleaming in the heat.
They were just pantheon, but they were a lot of them. A good few dozen or so, slaughtered. No wounds except for cuts from a beam saber. "This was the potential I was meant to have. Not necessarily speed, not necessarily power, but excellence... intelligence, awareness..." The words mumbled to himself fell out hollowly, as he walked forward, sand crunching underneath his reploid boots. His right hand placed his beam saber back into its magnetic holster as the man knelt down next to one of the pantheon, placing a left hand on it to create a neural connection. Moments later, the hand was revoked.
The arm raised as a buster cannon was formed, the person mentally selecting "Triple Gun" from a list of Variable Buster configurations. Three shots launched out of the gun easily, though made of just energy shots, as all projectiles fired from it would. The person smiled, deactivating the buster as an arm returned.
"Not bad, gramps... not bad..." Mega Man Theta, known to the world as Raeone, said with a smile, heading off. He had a city to investigate...
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Mordred
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Post by Mordred on May 20, 2008 18:02:52 GMT -6
From atop a sand-encrusted skyscraper on the edge of the desert city, a figure in tan wrappers observed a wide stretch of desert. A very small laptop computer sat obediently beside him, its screen dominated by an alert box reading "Wireless connection severed," with the button beneath it reading "Okay." In the background, a window displaying what appeared to be an aerial map of the desert to the north of the city showed a number of flags, some red, some blue. Half of the red flags were clustered together, the others were scattered throughout the area. The blue flags were also scattered, but the difference was that the blue flags seemed to be moving with every refresh of the map information.
The desert-attired man allowed the laptop to click shut as he folded down the lid, and stashed the computer in a chest pocket on the garments he wore beneath the weather gear. A flash of orange was all that an observer could have seen before the wrapping was back in place and the man was gone, sliding with gravity down the side of the leaning building, boots scraping twin trails on the sandblasted exterior.
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