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Post by Tomare on May 31, 2015 23:17:56 GMT
..Morning comes in the Fukurou forest, the sun beats down on the space ship Chellon and Tomare are housed in.. Tomare shifts around and slowly sits up early on in the morning. She lets out a small yawn. "Ah, that was.. a very comfortable sleep, I really like this bed." She slowly gets off of the bed and heads into the hallway, seeing that Chellon is still in his respective room.. She pops her neck and sees a drone flying around the ship, making breakfast. A few of them come towards her offering her water and food. She giggles lightly and takes the food and lays it on the table in the main room, and pats the drone that gave her the food's head. Then she takes the water and does the same to the other drone. She giggles as they walk away swaying lightly, being happy because she praised them. "So odd.." She sits down on the couch and begins eating her food, scarfing down and taking drinks off water between every few bites
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 23:50:59 GMT
Chellon sat up straight in his bed, the wires had already retracted when he was fully charged and now he simply sat in place. Pulling off his helm and and rolling it in his hands, the black mist that was a dense collection of Nanites seemed to rise out from the neck before swirling around and moving back into the shape of a head with the visible features of a face easily seen. The helm once more went upon his head and was sealed tight. Pushing himself up from his bed and moving to one of his many hidden wall panels, Chellon opened it up and pulled out a strange syringe, put it into his arm, and pulled out a black mist of nanites, which he then put back into the hidden panel. It was there that he stored his extra nanites, on the off chance something happened to him.
Walking out of his room, he looked into the open room across from him and remembered that he had a guest, and turning into the rest of the ship, noticed that the drones had pulled out the kitchen from the different panels in the floor and had been busy making breakfast. Shaking his head, he walked out to receive a cup of tea and a plate of different breakfast foods. The one who brought him his food looked at him expectantly, and he let out a sigh and after putting his cup down, gave it a pat on its head, which it beep happily for and zoomed off. Sitting next to Tomare, he placed a strip of bacon into his visor and then looked at her. "You know... if I am going to have to praise my drones everytime they do something for me, it's going to take much longer to get things done." He said with a chuckle, before leaning back and taking a sip of his tea.
"So, how did you sleep last night?" Chellon asked, waving off another drone with tea and food for him. "Thank you, but I'll be fine with this for now."
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Post by Tomare on May 31, 2015 23:58:23 GMT
"Oh good morning Chellon." She smiles at them with a light smile, she is still a little tired, but she is used to waking up early in the morning "I doubt the drones will take longer, it'll probably motivate them to do it better than they do. So they can get praise. I think its good to praise them for their work." She giggles lightly as one of the drones brings her another cup of water, and it takes her empty plate. She pats its head and it floats away happily. "And I slept pretty well last night. That bed was very comfy.. I like it! How did you sleep last night?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 0:15:37 GMT
"Well, good morning to you too Tomare." He said, giving her a curt nod, putting another piece of bacon into his visor and enjoying the taste. He watched as one of the drones floated away after being praised once again, and he shook his head. "No, but if I have 15 drones doing things and then they all want pats on their heads, it'll certainly make it harder to get things done quickly now wouldn't it." Chellon responded with a laugh, before shaking his head a bit. "I'll praise them now and then, not all the time, for helping me do different things, but they better not expect it every time they help out." He added at the end, speaking a little louder so the drones could hear him.
Turning back to his food, he picked the plate up, turned from Tomare, and opened his face mask wide and shoveled the food in, and closed the face mask before turning back to her. "Its good that you slept well, I was unsure if that bed would be good or not. And I guess I 'slept' fine, nothing much to it for me though." He said, giving a shrug and sipping his tea a bit. "Oh, not sure if you heard me last night or not, but we should be able to contact each other through our Scouters if need be." The thought had come to his head randomly, so he wanted to make sure it was understood before he leaned back against the couch again.
"So I had a couple drones gather materials and make the bed, storage, fridge, and fire pit for you last night, so they should be all ready to go whenever you wish to head back to your home."
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Post by Tomare on Jun 1, 2015 0:21:47 GMT
"Do as you please, they are your drones after all." She finished her last cup of water quickly. She watches him turn his head away from her to eat, she raises her eyebrow at this but really will respect his privacy. Maybe one day she will see his face, you never know. "And that's good that we can contact eachother, you might have to show me how to do that so... yeah." She gets to her feet and pops her knuckles. She hears him talk about her furniture that will be put into her cave. "Well, that's great Chellon. Thank you." She starts walking for the door. "Chellon, do you want to go outside and train? I need to do my daily training and I would like you to train with me."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 0:32:27 GMT
"Now if only they didn't already get so used to it already... cleaver things..." He muttered, before finishing his tea as well and watching her get to her feet. "Um yeh, it's a pretty simple thing, you'll understand it well once I show you." Chellon said, watching her pop her knuckles before thanking him for the furniture. "Don't worry about it, it was a simple thing to get set up for you." He said, getting to his feet as well and watching Tomare, wondering what she was getting up too at the moment. However, her intentions were revealed soon and he stood there, a little frozen and a bit worried. She was all ready to train and wanted Chellon to train with her, but could he really be helpful with her training?
Rubbing the back of his head and reaching for his pistol, he fumbled pulling it out for a moment and almost dropped it. "Um. .. yeh... yeh sure... I'd be happy to train with you... but... how... are we going to train? Will I need this?" He asked, holding up the Plasma Arc in an unsure manner. How did she usually train? Would it be sparring? Would it be heavy lifting? What she usually did was something he did not know, and for some reason that worried him greatly.
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Post by Tomare on Jun 1, 2015 0:36:06 GMT
"Will you need your gun? Nah! You shouldn't need it. We will just be sparring a bit, some one on one, a friendly spar. I'll go easy on you Chellon, dont worry." She turns around and grins lightly at him as she backs out of the ship, heading out into the opening and stretching her arms and legs. "Come on Chellon! Im ready for a sparring match!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 0:54:25 GMT
Hesitating for a moment, Chellon put the pistol on the table and removed a few things that'd get in the way, including his jetpack, the holster for his pistol, and even a few small computers from his arms and legs, putting them all on the table. Looking over at her as she backed out of the ship, he slowly followed her out and stood on the stairs of the ship looking over at her, putting a hand on the top of the hatch. "So... a friendly spar... well... that doesn't sound so bad..." He said, looking back into the ship at his gear before turning back to her and stepping out into the clearing.
He stood a bit from her, a little awkward, and just stared at her as she stretched out. "Well... just... don't expect too much out of me... alright?" Chellon said, before moving one of his feet forward and holding one hand in front of him as the other was held knuckles down, as if he was holding a pistol in his hand. "I think I'm ready now." He said, not really certain of what was to happen.
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Post by Tomare on Jun 1, 2015 1:01:02 GMT
She chuckles lightly at his nervousness "Oh Chellon, I wont hurt you that much, i'll go easy on you, like I said!" She gets done stretching her body and she gets down into her own fighting stance and then watches him get into his. She takes in a deep breath and exhales through her nose. "I hope I see you do something, i'll teach you a few things Chellon." she smiles at him before charging towards him, going for a knee to his side and then, if this strike hits, she is going to grab his arm and toss him onto the ground, holding his arm in a lock.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 1:09:27 GMT
"See! That right there! That statement isn't very comforting for someone like me!" He called out, pointing at her, only to get back into position as she charged at him. He tried to move back out of her reach, but without his jetpack he found himself unable to suddenly escape from her reach, and felt her knee strike his side. He went to clutch it in pain, only to find that his arm was grabbed and he soon felt the world spin around him and his back striking the soil pretty hard. Even before he was able to react, his arm was grabbed and held in a painful manner.
His mind was panicking and without really thinking of the consequences of his actions, his arm was detached and the Android rolled onto his feet and jumped backward from Tomare, his remaining hand covering the hole where his arm was for a few moments. The hole, where one's arm met their chest, closed up and Chellon stood there, one armed and staring at Tomare with a bit of surprise and a bit of disgust in his own actions. The arm she held seemed to shrink a bit as black mist spilled out of it and seemed to make its way over to Chellon, hovering around where his arm once was.
"Ah.. Um... ah..." He muttered, looking at her.
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Post by Tomare on Jun 1, 2015 1:16:25 GMT
Tomare is surprised that she is holding her sparring partner's arm. "Well..I..im terribly sorry." She slowly walks over to him and hands him his arm back, doing it a little awkwardly. "I am surprised by that.. are those black things what you are consisted of Chellon? I feel like you can tell me now, since I have saw them for myself." She then backs away from her sparring partner and being about 2 feet from him. "And when you're ready to continue, just tell me. I'll make my next attack."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 1:30:07 GMT
Chellon looked down as she approached him, and the nanite swarm that made up his arm condensed into the rough shape of an arm, appearing like a thick collection of dark smoke. He reached out with it and grabbed the arm and the nanites swarmed into the arm and attached it back to the rest of his body, sealing it up tight. "Its not your fault... I freaked out and reacted badly." He said, before looking up at her and letting out a sigh, pulling his helm off and holding it at chest height. His head looked like an area of dark smoke, two white spots made up his eyes and the rest of it took the shape of a humanoid.
"I'm a sentient nanite swarm... Nanomachines that work like a hive-mind contained within an exo-suit. I can move independently of it, or I can stay inside of it and have some sort of defense. Like a turtle or something." He said, looking to the ground once more. "Sorry if its... disgusting or something. I'm trying to make a more humanoid suit to use, but work's slow and I still feel like hiding." Chellon said, before sliding the helm back on and taking a step back from her.
Taking a breath, he raised his arms once again and got ready. "This time... I'll try not to remove any limbs in panic." He said, trying to make a bit of a joke, before moving forward and setting himself into position. "Ready..."
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Post by Tomare on Jun 1, 2015 1:35:48 GMT
"Chellon.. I dont think that you're disgusting.. I think that your anatomy.. is very interesting! That's cool.. sentient nanite swarm.. nanomachines are little drones im guessing. And you ARE a amalgamation of them. That is really cool to me!" She smiles widely at the other, her hand on the back of her head. She takes in another deep breath to focus herself, she gets back into he fighting stance when he does. "Here I come! Get ready!" SHe charges at him again, throwing a barrage of ki blasts at them, mostly a distraction this will be, because she is going to go behind him and elbow him in the lower spine, and then trip him to the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 1:50:15 GMT
That certainly made him feel a little better about himself, that Tomare didn't seem to think too much about him, aside from the fact that he was pretty cool. "Glad you understand what I am, it makes it a bit easier on me." He said, before watching her get ready for combat once again, his own hands ready to start combat if worse came to worse. When she announced that she was on her way, he almost flinched, and soon found himself rolling out of the way of a couple of ki blasts. As he got to his knees and turned toward where she was before, he found himself staring at nothing.
A beeping noise in his helm alerted him to a presence of Ki right behind him, and he turned around, feeling her elbow strike his side. As he tried to move out of the way of her, her leg caught his and he stumbled a bit and rolled back onto his feet. "Jeez!" He called out, before using the hand that wasn't clutching his side, and jabbed out at the side of her knee, before jumping back and putting distance between them, his hand still clutching his side. "You hit hard..."
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Post by Tomare on Jun 1, 2015 1:56:05 GMT
"I hit hard? Yeah, I do hit hard! Im trying to make yo stronger Chellon. You need to react better to my attacks, attempt to block or attempt to dodge. Hell, this time i'll give you the first attack this time." She slowly steps back and gets back into her fighting stance. "Come on! Hit me! Attempt to hit me!" She grins mockingly at him, trying to make him come at her.
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