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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2015 1:49:05 GMT
*Thread Powerlevel 39,086 *Heavy Weights on, reduced to 9,771, Cipher 24* In the early, predawn hours of the morning, when most people were sound asleep, a tall figure strode the streets, humming. As he passed a bulletin board, the tree paused, and reached into a satchel. Pinning a notice to the board, he looked it up and down, before nodding decisively. The notice was a plain white sheet of paper, with some black block writing on it. "Looking for clothing donations for the impoverished feline xeno communities." At the bottom was a set of contact information, lifted directly from the magazine in the pouch. Sadly, Walker had been unable to locate a usable copy machine to make copies of the original, but he would ask Kaula if she had any more when he saw her next. He had been most disheartened to discover that some races were left without the ability to find proper clothing. In a day and age where a flying city could be constructed, it was most disheartening to discover that people were still so poor as to be unable to acquire clothing. He had been slightly confused by Kaula's presence in the ad, as she had claimed to be a Saiyan, but then again, apparently Saiyans became giant monkeys. Perhaps they had a cousin race that became massive tigers, or panthers. It would explain why she had agreed to stand in. It was a little puzzling all around, but a good cause was a good cause. While this was mere conjuncture on his part, it seemed likely that this catgirl race was laughed at for their lowly status. When he had explained his purpose, the man at the copy store had seemed enthusiastic, but as soon as he pulled out the magazine, the clerk had frozen, then began laughing so hard that he knocked his desk over, tears running down his face. Shrugging, Walker went hunting for the next bulletin board to go after. It was quite early, and he had a ways to go before he was done. Hopefully, he would finish before anyone awoke. He was getting a bit offended when people called his efforts a joke.
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Post by Cipher 24 on Apr 20, 2015 2:35:32 GMT
[Medium Weights On]
One of the perks at not requiring sleep (or at least, not needing it as much as fully organic races did), was that it allowed you to fully enjoy a nice sunrise. And that's just what Cipher and Porsalynne were doing. The two were taking a nice stroll down the streets of Avalon, the female android leaning gently against Cipher as she watched slivers of orange snake across the darkened sky, signalling the morning that was coming. The sun was yet to make itself visible, but it should be peeking over the horizon any minute now.
"It's just so beautiful, isn't it," Porsalynne murmured, a warm smile on her face. Cipher returned the gently smile, gently stroking her hand. As an artist, he could appreciate the beauty of the scene. "Indeed it is," he replied softly.
Porsalynne let out a sigh, pulling her eyes away from the sky for a brief moment, noticing something in the dim light. "What's that?" she murmured, gently pulling away from Cipher and walking towards a bulletin board. They had been set up all over the place for people to set up wanted adds for jobs, but right now they were pretty empty. Cipher could see something had just been put up. Porsalynne approached the board and leaned in to see the sign.
"Oh my!" she said, her hand clasping over her mouth to suppress laughter.
This caught Cipher's attention. What was so funny? Curious, he moved to Porsalynne's side and looked at the sign in question. What he saw caused him to freeze in place.
He recognized the person in the picture. It was the female Saiyan from before, only she was wearing false cat ears, was rather scantily clad, and was in a rather suggestive pose. Looking at it more closely, Cipher could see that this picture had been pulled right out of a magazine. He read the writing. Donations for feline xeno communities? Was this some kind of joke? Porsalynne certainly seemed to think so.
"She's certainly brave," Porsalynne giggled, looking at the picture. If Cipher's face could get any more pale, it would have.
"Somehow I don't think she's the one who put these up." Porsalynne blinked. "Wow...someone must REALLY be brave...or stupid."
My thoughts exactly...[/i]
Without a word, Cipher quickly pulled the sign off of the board, tucking it into his pocket.
"I'm going to go see if there are any more of these. If people see these, well, let's just say we're going to have a very big problem on our hands. I'd suggest going back to our dorm and waiting, ok?"
Porsalynne nodded as Cipher took to the air. Lord knows she'd be angry if she found out someone was posting pictures of her around the place.
Though to be fair, she did look good. As Cipher flew off at high speed, Porsalynne made a mental note to ask her when they met for some tips.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 1:53:26 GMT
As the cybernetically driven corpse that was Cipher 24 whisked overhead, Walker himself was rising from the streets. The sun was just starting to light the distant horizon, and he wanted to ensure he had not missed any billboards, signposts, or other locations to post the flyers. He still had a few in his bag, but otherwise, Avalon was fairly well plastered with the things. Cracking his knuckles, he smiled. It was good to be helpful. As he glanced around, his eyes caught upon a couple examining one of the boards he had posted on. The man looked... well, it wasn't clear. He seemed very pale, and if Walker recalled correctly, he had been at the gathering where Reikiko had fainted. Interestingly enough, he seemed to be looking at the very ad the tree had posted a little before.
Turning fully around, the tree was surprised to see that the man had just ripped the paper off the billboard. Well, hopefully that was a sign of interest. If it turned out the man was oppressing said species, he would have to have a talk with him. The BBA did not seem like the kind of group that would like such blatant species-ism, and from what he recalled, the man seemed to be reasonably high ranking in the military. As the android took off, Walker flew towards him. Reaching into the satchel, he removed a flyer, and matched the man's speed. "Hello there. Were you interested in donating some clothing? I have more flyers if you need them." Pausing, twiddling his fingers a bit, he frowned. This was a bit awkward to say, as the man appeared to have no hostile intentions, but.. "Also, if you planned to keep that flyer, I would ask you to try to copy it or something. If someone takes it, then nobody else will be able to see it."
Most people would have been disingenuous about this. The tree had been getting more mature, more aware of the world. Several instances that would have been quite confusing even a few weeks ago were now easy to navigate. However, he still failed to understand a few fairly big things, sexuality and nudity being one of them. It was not particularly easy for him to grasp, as people generally did not talk about it, and he had no reason to be worried about it. He did not have genitals, gender meant nothing to him, and he wore clothing for decoration and training only.
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Post by Cipher 24 on Apr 21, 2015 2:27:48 GMT
These things were everywhere! On every billboard, every signpost, just how was this person able to get all of these? And how was Cipher able to get rid of all of them before people got up and saw them. It was a total disaster!
As he tore off another and stuffed it into his pocket, he took off, heading for another one when someone appeared next to him. A large, muscular humanoid, made of what appeared to be darkened wood matter. He recognized him from earlier, the strange plant man from the major gathering a day or so earlier.
What he said caused Cipher to halt in mid air. If he had been on the ground, a rather comical screeching noise might have followed this. Instead, he just stopped, his eyes snapping to Walker.
"you're the one putting these up!?" he spun to face him, disbelief all over his face. Out of all the people in this place, he had never expected this person to be the one responsible. Then again, Cipher didn't know him. Maybe this was normal behavior for him. It didn't matter right now. There were more important things to worry about.
"I don't know if this is some sort of joke to you, or if you have something against this person," he held up the ad for emphasis, "But you need to take these down now! It will be an utter disaster if people saw these. More importantly, it would be a catastrophe is SHE saw these!" The last thing they needed was a pissed off Saiyan going on a manhunt.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 3:31:44 GMT
As Cipher spoke, Walker again experienced one of those curious little roller coasters of emotions. At first, he had felt awkward. The man seemed very stressed. Then, he had felt offended. Have something against Kaula? For posting her charity flyers? Perhaps the man thought he was attempting to mock her, somehow? It was all very confusing. Especially when, after his rant, the tree heard that it would be a catastrophe if "SHE" found them.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand. Do you have something against Ms. Kaula's charity efforts, Mr... Cipher, was it?" He had heard the name mentioned briefly before, during the turmoil of the little gathering in Avalon's main area. The man appeared quite deathly pale, and the rather affronted Walker found it a bit hypocritical of him to be judging others in such a manner. Surely he would not wish to be judged for his excessive use of sunscreen. However, as he thought about it, he noticed a trend in people's reactions. Everyone had been rather odd about the whole thing. Was this one of those things he simply did not get?
As he thought, something occurred to him. Kaula had been wearing a false outfit, and if that was so, the others might well have been wearing mere costumes as well. If there were no actual... Now that he thought about it, Feline Xeno was a poor description. That might be offensive in and of itself. Then, a worse thought occurred. If they were all Saiyans, perhaps this was not charity at all! Perhaps it was mockery of another race. Kaula could have been tricked into some Nekojin Anti-propaganda, or not understood what she was getting in to. That would explain everything. He had foolishly misunderstood it as mere charity advertising, but then why would everyone act so awkward, as if trying to avoid the topic. Nobody would want to talk about slanderous yellow journalism.
"Mr. Cipher, I fear I have taken in earnest a less than straightforward matter. I will gladly aid you in collecting the Flyers, and I apologize for my foolishness." Unintentionally, the wording of his statement left what precisely he had understood vague. The universe did not want Walker getting a sex ed lesson just yet. Moving closer to the ground, Walker reached forth, his arms stretching, and snagged the posters.
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Post by Cipher 24 on Apr 22, 2015 2:25:40 GMT
Cipher was confused. Charity? What was he talking about. It only took a few moments before it finally dawned on the android. This plant man genuinely BELIEVED that the woman in the picture was a poor neko person. He honestly believed that he was doing the right thing. He couldn't help but feel a little bad about being angry with him, but that still didn't change the fact that now these pictures were plastered all over Avalon, and the sun was slowly cresting over the horizon. They had to act fast.
"It's alright," he replied, "But we have to hurry. We don't have a lot of time. I'll try to find as many as I can, though you know where they all are. I'm sure together we can clean this up before it causes a problem."
He waited to be sure he understood, before taking off like a bullet. He shot through the streets, keeping an eye out for any of the fliers. Thankfully, he had been very thorough in his charity efforts, so there were plenty all over the place. Cipher just hoped he would be able to get them all before anyone saw them.
He had one particularly close call when a construction worker had decided to take an early morning stroll before work. He had noticed the flier in the dim light and was just about to inspect it when a white blur shot past, tearing the flier from the wall. The construction worker blinked, watching the quickly retreating back of Cipher disappear. What the heck was that? Should he even ask.
He decided it was probably a good idea not to.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 23:14:26 GMT
As Walker moved through the town, snagging poster after poster, the sun slowly rose. He began to feel a little paniced as time marched on, the very visible deadline approaching. He had not meant to embarrass Kaula, and he would feel terrible if she was mocked because of his misunderstanding. Unfortunately, he had still not actually comprehended what exactly he had done wrong, but it was still a step up. Fixing a problem for the wrong reasons was better than not fixing it at all.
Slumping his massive shoulders backwards, he looked around. Only one board left. As he flew over, he heard footsteps. Turning the corner was a black-haired girl, the hair very spiky. Eyes widening, Walker grabbed the board, and with a mighty heave, threw it straight up, leaving just the poles. The board soared skyward at a rapid pace, vanishing from view. As the girl looked over to the tree man standing innocently by the two poles, the now mortified Walker realized that it was not, in fact, Kaula. Now supremely embarrassed, he shrugged, tossing the satchel into the air,and firing a Ki blast towards it with one hand. The bag exploded, destroying the remaining flyers utterly. Satisfied that the issue had, more or less, been taken care of, Walker rose upwards, and headed back for the postboard he had seen Cipher and that woman at. Locating it, he floated downward to wait for the pale android. Turning, he gave the girl a pleasant nod, and rumbled "How do you do, Miss?"
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Post by Cipher 24 on Apr 24, 2015 0:10:35 GMT
It had taken a great deal of time, speed, and trying not to freak out from the severity of the situation, but Cipher had finally managed to get the rest of the fliers. At least, it seemed like it. He was pretty sure that the plant man had gotten any he hadn't found. And it was good timing too. The sun was coming up, and it wouldn't be long before people were out and about. Well, more people anyway. He didn't even seem to notice the board flying through the air, though he did see the bag of what he assumed were fliers being destroyed. Well, that was one way of getting rid of them. Cipher followed suit, throwing his own bag into the air and blasting it with a ki blast. There, the last of the evidence of this horrible crime was finally gone. Now he could relax.
Cipher slowly descended, seeing the plant man beneath him and, to his surprise, Porsalynne. Didn't he tell her to go back home? Guess she had decided to stay out and help, judging by the piece of paper in her hand. He touched down, giving a small nod to the two of them.
"I got the last of them. Just in time too. That would have been very bad if anyone had seen these."
It was then that Porsalynne spoke up. "Cipher?"
"Yes?"
"Well, this picture came from a magazine, right?"
"It appeared so, yes. Why?" What was Porsalynne getting at.
"Well, wouldn't it stand to reason then that not only have people already seen this picture, but that she had this taken, WANTING people to see it?"
There was a long pause. She actually had a point there.
"True. But I doubt she'd want it plastered around with out her permission like this."
"Ah, true." Porsalynne nodded and smiled.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 3:29:54 GMT
As Walker approached the signboard where Porsalynne and Cipher were waiting, he mentally prepared himself. This was going to be embarrassing, but he did have to thank the man for pointing out his folly. Landing, he bowed to them each in turn. "Mr. Cipher, Ms. Porsalynne." Straightening up, he sat down, legs beneath him. This allowed his face to drop a few feet, leveling better with the pair. The sun was rising, and the light quickly chased away the shadows. The dramatic backdrop was somewhat ruined by Walker's next words, a clear sign that he was still massively missing the point of all this. "I thank you for your help, Mr. Cipher. I was unaware of the intent, and did not mean to embarrass my friend, Ms. Kaula." His tone changed to one of slight disapproval, as he muttered "I certainly hope that she did not intend to assist in anti-Nekojin Propoganda. She is quite brash, but I had not taken her for a racist. I intend to ask her about how much she knew about this when next I see her." Turning back, he beamed, as much as a featureless wooden face can, anyway. Wholly unaware that he sounded positively ridiculous, he tilted his head curiously.
"If I may ask, however... I was up because I do not sleep, exactly. Why were you wandering the streets so early? Is anything wrong?" He was eager to help if the pair had some issue, but the last time he had assumed Charity was being asked for, he had posted racist images about. "I hope that someone did not see the Flyers and complain to you. I would hate to think that you were awakened on my account."
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Post by Cipher 24 on Apr 25, 2015 15:39:28 GMT
Cipher shook his head. "Oh, no, we weren't out because of this. We were already walking around when we saw the fliers."
Porsalynne smiled. "We were up to see the sunrise," she said cheerfully, "It's just so beautiful, isn't it?" The pair looked towards the sun, cresting over the horizon. Already they could see people coming out, getting ready to work. It just made their success all the more better, so narrowly avoiding catastrophe.
Cipher let out another relieved sigh and turned to Walker. "I can understand why you did what you did. Just, next time, take the time to learn all the facts before you do something like this." It still seemed like he had missed the point, but Cipher wasn't going to correct him. He had helped clean up the mess, that was enough.
Porsalynne wrapped an arm around Cipher, smiling up at him. "Well, I think some places should be opening right about now. How about an early breakfast?" Cipher gave a small smile and nodded, looking back to Walker one last time. "Well, we should be going. Thank you again for fixing up this affair." Giving a somewhat formal bow, mimicked by Porsalynne, the two turned and began to walk away. After the chaos of this morning, the rest of the day looked to be positively relaxing.
[Leaving the Thread]
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Post by Kaula on Apr 27, 2015 9:27:02 GMT
Tokoz, your WC is 1698 Cipher, your WC is 1249 Beep beep boop beep. Calculating. Beep beep beep. Tokoz, your gains are 3328 PL Cipher, your gains are 1979 PL Vi-PoiTo be added by the robot, since I can't add yet.
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