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testrun_box2013-08-25 11:28 pm
clumsy_moe_appeal) wrote in testrun_box2013-08-25 11:28 pm
I shall be blunt. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING!!!
[1]
[Its a regular night like any other. Maybe you decided on a walk, maybe you needed a late night snack at someplace you knew was still open... hell, maybe you had to do overtime at work because some schlub needed you to fill in for him/her because the aforementioned schlub bailed on you. Either way you find yourself pulled head over heels into some kind of snare trap before getting flung into a net suspended in the air!]
Ahahaha! I've finally got you!!!
[There's a long wail of a guitar and the sound of screeching tires as a motorbike ramps up across the street and skids in front of the net you're currently occupying! From how he's postioned... this man somehow had managed to play that riff while sending the bike he was using as a platform at full speed. From what you can tell.... there is seriously something wrong with this man.]
Aah, to think you've evaded me for this long because of Daijuuji Kurou... but no one can get away from this Century's... no...THIS MILLENIUM'S Greatest SUPER Genius!!!
DOCTAAAAAAAH-
-WEEEEEEEEEEST!
[It seems there might be a case of mistaken identity here... care to correct him? Then again this man's weird enough as it is... talking to him might be a very risky prospect on its own.]
[2]
[A fight's broken out somewhere - be it the city, the rolling hills, the steep mountain ranges or the foaming sea shore! For the moment it seems to be a stalemate.... then..]
WAAAAAAIT RIGHT THERE!!!
[There's the wailing of a guitar... No. There is NO possible way-]
You lower life forms and your inferior High-Grade Models have no chance against the unbelivable genius of-
DOCTOR WEST~!!!
[-Nevermind. Its this guy. But what is different this time is that he's standing upon the top of a truly MASSIVE (More or less... given the standard definition of massive when it comes to mecha in any case) robot. The machine itself is festooned with an impressive array of cannons, missiles and beams - with several massive drill arms and armor so thick it would take massive amounts of raw power to punch through! It.... also looks like a giant drum can. With Limbs. Soak in that image for a while. A stray shot from the battlefield nearly ganks him - though fortunately... or unfortunately depending on your perspective he was pulled back into his machine by his co-pilot.]
Doctor. They're still firing-Robo.
[The good doctor however seems to be considering other matters.... like the charred hairs slowly falling from his head.]
....GAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! MY HAIR! ELSA! THEY DAMAGED MY BEAUTIFULLY PERFECTED AND WELL MAINTAINED LOCKS! THIS IS UNFORGIVABLE! BLAST THEM! FIREFIREFIREFIRE!!! FIRE EVERYTHING!
[Elsa just shakes her head - she still complies though as the Destroyer Robot just lays into the offending shooter's faction.]
Doctor... you're an idiot -Robo.
[Its a regular night like any other. Maybe you decided on a walk, maybe you needed a late night snack at someplace you knew was still open... hell, maybe you had to do overtime at work because some schlub needed you to fill in for him/her because the aforementioned schlub bailed on you. Either way you find yourself pulled head over heels into some kind of snare trap before getting flung into a net suspended in the air!]
Ahahaha! I've finally got you!!!
[There's a long wail of a guitar and the sound of screeching tires as a motorbike ramps up across the street and skids in front of the net you're currently occupying! From how he's postioned... this man somehow had managed to play that riff while sending the bike he was using as a platform at full speed. From what you can tell.... there is seriously something wrong with this man.]
Aah, to think you've evaded me for this long because of Daijuuji Kurou... but no one can get away from this Century's... no...THIS MILLENIUM'S Greatest SUPER Genius!!!
DOCTAAAAAAAH-
-WEEEEEEEEEEST!
[It seems there might be a case of mistaken identity here... care to correct him? Then again this man's weird enough as it is... talking to him might be a very risky prospect on its own.]
[2]
[A fight's broken out somewhere - be it the city, the rolling hills, the steep mountain ranges or the foaming sea shore! For the moment it seems to be a stalemate.... then..]
WAAAAAAIT RIGHT THERE!!!
[There's the wailing of a guitar... No. There is NO possible way-]
You lower life forms and your inferior High-Grade Models have no chance against the unbelivable genius of-
DOCTOR WEST~!!!
[-Nevermind. Its this guy. But what is different this time is that he's standing upon the top of a truly MASSIVE (More or less... given the standard definition of massive when it comes to mecha in any case) robot. The machine itself is festooned with an impressive array of cannons, missiles and beams - with several massive drill arms and armor so thick it would take massive amounts of raw power to punch through! It.... also looks like a giant drum can. With Limbs. Soak in that image for a while. A stray shot from the battlefield nearly ganks him - though fortunately... or unfortunately depending on your perspective he was pulled back into his machine by his co-pilot.]
Doctor. They're still firing-Robo.
[The good doctor however seems to be considering other matters.... like the charred hairs slowly falling from his head.]
....GAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! MY HAIR! ELSA! THEY DAMAGED MY BEAUTIFULLY PERFECTED AND WELL MAINTAINED LOCKS! THIS IS UNFORGIVABLE! BLAST THEM! FIREFIREFIREFIRE!!! FIRE EVERYTHING!
[Elsa just shakes her head - she still complies though as the Destroyer Robot just lays into the offending shooter's faction.]
Doctor... you're an idiot -Robo.
That comment was dickish. :l Allow me to retaliate in kind.
[What was that Kamille? You think you could walk away? Sadly no. Elsa pretty much leaps from the shadows and hits you hard enough to have your world spin sickeningly before delivering a kick to the back of your knee to send you plummeting to the ground. Given Elsa's strength... its kind of a miracle you're not a pulped mess.]
Elsa! Don't damage him too much! I'll need him in one piece so I can study hi-
Doctor, you're being stupid again. Robo. He's just a normal human, there's nothing to study. Robo.
Aha? AHAHAHA! You're such a kidder Elsa! A kidder! There is no way that I - the Great Doctor West could mistake a normal human being for something special!
My sensors don't lie. Robo.
.....Eeelsaaaaaaaaa....
[He sounds tremendously dissapointed now.]
Ahhh to have made such a heartbreaking mistake... I saw such a shining ray of glory beaming down on me. No. It is far too dissapointing to have to look at this person right now, Elsa - get rid of him!
Stop being so overdramatic. Robo.
[Either way, Elsa's going to haul Kamille up by his collar and toss him into a dumpster. Enjoy the company of rotting garbage and roaches. Wait.. there was a sudden impact and a lurching - if Kamille were to pop his head up and lift the cover he'd see that the Gynoid had kicked the dumpster he was occupying down a slope! HAAAAAVE FUUUUN~]
Well done. LET THE DICKERY CONTINUE
[At a later time...]
[SUDDENLY, DOCTOR WEST, A DUMPSTER IS COMING DOWN AT YOU FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL! Wait, it's the one Elsa dumped that totally ordinary kid in after your intellect was able to discern the feeble ruse he had constructed to confuse your senses! And the kids riding it down at you with great speed like a skateboard, staring straight ahead.]