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Post by Seven on Aug 6, 2023 17:51:09 GMT -5
On Earth Seven had a base of operations of sorts in the deserted plains on the outskirts of civilization. Originally he wanted to return to his home world of Frieza but he was denied his post due to some mixup or another on his paperwork. He couldn't blame the yeomen for having difficulties trudging up his service record since he'd been away from the P.T.O. for a significant amount of time. There had been scores of roster turnover, leadership changes, and executive overhauls.
"Sooo boring..." Seven yawned as he bounced a ball against the wall of his makeshift home (courtesy of Capsule Corp).
Suddenly the emerald gem from across the room gleamed a vibrant green and Seven's surroundings turned as white as a blank canvas. His mind became the brush and images of his home planet of Frieza now painted his surroundings. The frozen icy tundra and turbulent winds caused him to smile from ear to ear as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, embracing the blizzard that pelted on his bare skin.
"Ahh, home sweet home."
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Post by Vlad on Aug 6, 2023 18:33:56 GMT -5
Another day on the suicide station survivor express, tending to the needs of the ship and stomaching some of the worst afflicted by affluenza she ever encountered in her operational cycles! How casually one would go after her and slap her backside and lay hands on her chest and play with her bust and bottom simply because hey she was a gynoid, and they paid for all manner of luxuries.
She was not on the pleasure cruise features, but she showed saintly control of herself, only striking when one attempted to plug into an interface and change her. Not that it would work, Jack, seen that her personal code was hers to adjust at will. It would more likely end in whatever expensive toy they tried to hook into her getting fried then she would shield bash a tooth or several loose.
She got along well with the crew, and they treated her well high grade imported lubricant that stimulated synthetic sensors they treated her to and allowed her a helmet that eased sleep mode transition to dream generation.
She locked herself in for the “night?” was that fair to call it? Did space ever have night? Weird time relations aside she would have 6 hours to herself needing far fewer than organics but the staff giving her a few extra as they were revolted by the way the affluent over classed just at a whim tried to take advantage of her. So while she only needed 3 for neural maintenance, they gave her an extra 3 to enjoy her own exclusive taste of the cruise life.
She unintentionally tapped her mentors TP link capability as she turned from the realm of dreams into a mental plane of another nature. She was this time unlike several before in the same body she had on in the flesh so to speak.
Her slender frame deceptive in its seeming frailty hair nearly blending in with the background, her motions highly deliberate to a studious gaze and her ears linked up behind the ear with her “Glasses” to her masked scouter software.
Around her, Avalon robotics stations and a general mechanical vibe settling on the planet. She let casual biometric scans on the subject inform her on the subject she was looking at, a protectorate shield making it clear her allegiance the soft clacking of a blade in its scabbard on her thigh a feathered cape bellowing in the wind as she readied for potential conflict
“Hello.” she said keeping her tone calm and neutral if her lack of bio readings and controlled demeanor did not hint at what she was the subtle echo of a vocoding device made to amplify against the wind would make a good bit clearer what she was.
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Post by Seven on Aug 6, 2023 19:18:49 GMT -5
A sudden greeting snapped Seven out of his stupor. He turned to greet the person who spoke, although the voice itself was similar to that of his ship's A.I. - feminine yet mechanical. A voice that could cut through the whirling of winds. Seven gave the woman a once over, his discerning emerald irises was mesmerized by the woman's snow white hair that blended with the winter backdrop. Her allegiance to the Protectorate was of low priority to him however, as such ties meant little to him. Seven took individuals as they were, not as he was told to do. Yes he was a life long P.T.O. patriot but he had made friends with people from all walks of life.
His curiosity tended to get the better of him in such cases as he loved to learn about the cultures and customs of those who had backgrounds that were different from his own. The woman before him piqued his interest for instance, so his guard was dropped. His instincts didn't raise alarms in her presence, which perhaps meant that she was cautious of conflict. That didn't necessarily mean that she was weak however....
"I like your hair. It matches the snow," Seven spoke plainly. His voice was devoid of flirtatious undertones, his comment was simply of an observational nature. That's how he tended to speak - to the point.
He took a step towards her and his boots made an impression upon the snow beneath his feet. His strides were casual and he clearly was not shy about invading personal space since he crossed the friendly threshold into the intimate space. The two were of similar height so Seven stared into the woman's irises and studied her "glasses", until the howling of the wind ceased and Seven's voice broke the silence once more.
"I like your sword too," This time, his voice carried a twinge of curiosity. There was an implication that came with his words, and it wasn't a peaceful one. He liked her sword...and he wondered how good she was with it.
"Do you want to play with me?"
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Post by Vlad on Aug 6, 2023 19:56:14 GMT -5
A compliment? The solid 6ft woman was a bit off guard with that. Perhaps this individual called this planet home, organics tended to find comfort in thoughts of familiarity. Home was not always where the heart was, sometimes it was a place of trauma and pain memories but something to gravitate to. She was still unsure the nature of the being before her.
“Thank you.” she said plainly herself.
Her light padded clothing was quite poor suited for the climate, but she was a bit clearer as distance closed, not a normal organic being. She had seams going across her body and as she stood near statue still not shivering in the least, pasties prohibiting any anatomical features expressing reactions to the cold.
With the tone he took then she lept back with great ease and drew the two tools clearly quite natural in her grip Glory as the blade had carved across a reforged blade so often through the millennia she let her hair below with the cape
“If you want to play, suppose in this plane is the best place to.” her tone was kind and her face gave a sneer. An elegant flourish of the blade and she posed a moment with the blade and shield, the marriage of active defense and offense. “let's go for the basics first.”
She swiftly went for an overhead slash, then swiftly alternated her blow to go across the gut before ending the basic combo with a thrust.
Putting a number to her output of her raw might 28,366 and strip off all considerations, but her raw speed clocked in 31,920
She drew her shield up and readied herself.
“That's my first combo, hope it whets your appetite for our little game.” truly organic or inorganic, this realm of the mind was the best place for friendly contests.
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Post by Seven on Aug 6, 2023 20:32:00 GMT -5
The mysterious woman's demeanor didn't change despite his provocation. It was peculiar, but not unexpected. Seven knew that others viewed him as...unique. His love for contests, for fighting, it was pathological. So he half expected for her to be taken aback by his bluntness, but instead she was willing to oblige him. A smile crept on Seven's face when she hopped back to garner distance and drew her brilliant blade underneath the winter sky. Her silky white hair curtained her body and her hardened shield was raised when she assumed her preparatory battle stance.
Seven stood erect with both hands open in an inviting stance. One less suited for combat and more so for posing. He was littered with holes to exploit, but that's how he liked it. There was a level of gamesmanship to his stance, a ploy to bait his opponent into making the first move.
The PTO patriot licked his lips when she offered to go over the basics with him.
"Please do."
She darted an arrow towards him, with great speed and purpose. She lacked killing intent however, but Seven still enjoyed her approach nonetheless.
First came an overhead slash. Her blade was raised high and shimmered white like a cup of ice wolf-milk. He tracked the slash and sidestepped it as she brought her longsword down, cutting through the air when she did so. Seven moved so that he could watch the blade assault the space where he once stood, a whistle of wind that the slash made was akin to music to his ears.
However, she wasn't done - she alternated and adjusted on the fly, swiftly bringing her blade across his gut to try and cut him. Seven managed to take a step back but unfortunately he mistimed it by a hair, causing the tip of her sword to nick his abdomen.
She didn't break skin even though it hit his exposed flesh, but the taste of sharp steel sent a shiver down Seven's spine all the same.
Seven prodded his superficial wound with his index finger and brought it to his lips. He licked it to test for any residual of blood - there were traces.
"I'd love to see more combos. What's your name? We have to meet personally," Seven said. The Astral Realm was not enough. He had to experience this, her, in person in order to be truly satisfied.
Seven raised his palm towards her and summoned his Ki energy. An emerald green sphere grew in his palm until it nearly overtook it. With a simple gesture of his wrist a barrage of small blasts of energy encircled her and attempted to strike her from all angles. If she moved, be it up, down, left, or right, it would attempt to track her down as well.
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Post by Vlad on Aug 6, 2023 21:36:39 GMT -5
“Hmm intriguing nice reaction timing” she had to admit the figure was good reflexes, tho this was more a testing prod of his reactions still above expectation. Many of PTO seemed to be trained to be bodies to throw at a problem, but this one has been a good bit trained, be it by the specimen's own regiment or a superior officer that wanted to see the sort survive into retirement potentially.
The test of blood, potential self diagnostic cybernetics to gauge the wound severity?
“ I am a gynoid and I go by the handle EP3.
She went to charge again, and she charged for the blast before diving above it, legs tucked into her gut and she surfed on the attack bouncing off it on her shield she jet a bit of pressurized air venting the excess heat for an augmented shield bash legs dangling under looking to catch his chin if he were to duck under the shield bash but then jet excess pressure again to quickly spin herself to try and catch with the shield again but in the shadow under the shield the blade poked out to try and catch with it.
“Hope that was a good sampling what I can do with my blade trusted to me by my mentor.”
She laid in the snow feeling the contest for the time being had ended as he expressed the desire to meet in the flesh, so they both gave what for them was a flashy finish to the initial exchange.
The shield hissed as it landed on the snow, and its orange heated surface caused a good deal of frozen surface to melt before it quenched.
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