03-03-2010, 01:49 AM
Sven and Cain played a game of bouncing ki back and forth for the better part of the day. It was a simple game compared to what was about to befall the cyborg. Sven spoke of what was to come before it did, somehow aware of what was going on. The red haired, fiery spirited man was aware of many strange things, most of which the cyborg was not privy to.
Sven's red hair seemed to reflect in his eyes for a moment. Perhaps it was just the sun above, seemingly ever burning on Mercy-Sei. They stood in the open in the wasteland that was dome 111 of Mercy-Sei. They had decided to break from the training they'd done. The red haired man looked taken by something, as sometimes he was, and spoke. "Such a game as the one we've played is nothing compared to what you'll experience. Your ever loving senses will be twanged and prodded in every way you can imagine."
"Hold on, you're not really making sense here," Cain pleaded. He could feel the change coming already though. It was inevitable as of late, that everyone ended up leaving. So many times had it happened that the cyborg had grown accustomed to how it felt just before things changed.
Sven laughed. "It'll probably take two of them to get you, but you'll grow from it boy," he remarked absurdly, waved at Cain, and vanished.
The cyborg was suddenly aware of his aloneness and then aware of his company. "I can hear you," Cain said. The cyborg felt his shirt ripple. His ki lay dormant for a moment, and as sound approached he breathed. One breath, two. His senses refined. The breaths had sound and that sound returned to him as an ever faint echo off of the forms around him. On the third breath they moved.
A bellow reverberated within dome 111, a metropolitan wasteland. Ki exploded in a swirl sending bits of stone flying from beneath the cyborg's feet. He kicked from the side, stomping outward and felt his blow land on an invisible body. As he struck the form rippled with a shock and appeared, a mesh of steel and drab clothes. Sparks flew.
A whorl of ki erupted and two more forms came into view, each of similar features to the fallen man, each steel or something harder. The machine the cyborg had kicked at vanished as an after-image, caught the cyborg beneath his leg in the extent of his kick, and threw him back into the other machine's grasp.
"Come on guys," Cain grinned, wriggling and working the chest carriage of the machine with elbows. His elbows bruised on the metal. He rippled in the grasp of the suit. His immediate assumption was Sven himself, perhaps as some training exercise. He struggled in the grasp a moment longer, the locked arms of the machine not budging. The only noise was elbows panging in a dull thud on metal. The cyborg reached out with his telepathy, probing.
His scalp tingled. Do not terminate. . . he caught, and his head rocked back. Blood welled up in his mouth, teeth cutting lips that were already swelling from a metal fist that was drawing back again. He kicked at the figure which flashed, predicting the move. A fist shifted his head to the right, his cheekbone began to the swell too, and his nose began to water. He struggled once more then two cold fingers set on Cain's neck and all faded.
The holding robot hoisted the unconscious cyborg onto it's shoulder, the other joined it in clinking step, and the two vanished with a whip pop of ki.
***
Cain came to during the transition phase of teleporting. Because of the horribly swimming visions of the in-between the cyborg did not struggle. He lay strung over the robot's shoulder, his stomach all but comfortable as his abdominal passively supported his body weight. There was a flare of white-blue energy and the four parties emerged in a new landscape.
Cain looked around from the shoulder and then feeling a shift beneath him, popped up, bouncing off of the machine's shoulder.
"Ehm," the first thing pronounced, with an electrical squiggle of a mouth. "Welcome to the Kill Town carnival. Feel free to look around and ride the rides, but your stay will be temporarily permanent." It's voice was wavery and somehow sounded electrical. One peering lense starred vacantly at Cain, almost as if awaiting a response. After a moment the robot continued.
"Any further details will be revealed to you as events progress. There will be food, drink, and necessities here. Enjoy your stay," it warbled, and disappeared.
"Kill town Carnival?" Cain grumbled. "Temporarily permanent, he says. . . Might as well make the best of it."
Sven's red hair seemed to reflect in his eyes for a moment. Perhaps it was just the sun above, seemingly ever burning on Mercy-Sei. They stood in the open in the wasteland that was dome 111 of Mercy-Sei. They had decided to break from the training they'd done. The red haired man looked taken by something, as sometimes he was, and spoke. "Such a game as the one we've played is nothing compared to what you'll experience. Your ever loving senses will be twanged and prodded in every way you can imagine."
"Hold on, you're not really making sense here," Cain pleaded. He could feel the change coming already though. It was inevitable as of late, that everyone ended up leaving. So many times had it happened that the cyborg had grown accustomed to how it felt just before things changed.
Sven laughed. "It'll probably take two of them to get you, but you'll grow from it boy," he remarked absurdly, waved at Cain, and vanished.
The cyborg was suddenly aware of his aloneness and then aware of his company. "I can hear you," Cain said. The cyborg felt his shirt ripple. His ki lay dormant for a moment, and as sound approached he breathed. One breath, two. His senses refined. The breaths had sound and that sound returned to him as an ever faint echo off of the forms around him. On the third breath they moved.
A bellow reverberated within dome 111, a metropolitan wasteland. Ki exploded in a swirl sending bits of stone flying from beneath the cyborg's feet. He kicked from the side, stomping outward and felt his blow land on an invisible body. As he struck the form rippled with a shock and appeared, a mesh of steel and drab clothes. Sparks flew.
A whorl of ki erupted and two more forms came into view, each of similar features to the fallen man, each steel or something harder. The machine the cyborg had kicked at vanished as an after-image, caught the cyborg beneath his leg in the extent of his kick, and threw him back into the other machine's grasp.
"Come on guys," Cain grinned, wriggling and working the chest carriage of the machine with elbows. His elbows bruised on the metal. He rippled in the grasp of the suit. His immediate assumption was Sven himself, perhaps as some training exercise. He struggled in the grasp a moment longer, the locked arms of the machine not budging. The only noise was elbows panging in a dull thud on metal. The cyborg reached out with his telepathy, probing.
His scalp tingled. Do not terminate. . . he caught, and his head rocked back. Blood welled up in his mouth, teeth cutting lips that were already swelling from a metal fist that was drawing back again. He kicked at the figure which flashed, predicting the move. A fist shifted his head to the right, his cheekbone began to the swell too, and his nose began to water. He struggled once more then two cold fingers set on Cain's neck and all faded.
The holding robot hoisted the unconscious cyborg onto it's shoulder, the other joined it in clinking step, and the two vanished with a whip pop of ki.
***
Cain came to during the transition phase of teleporting. Because of the horribly swimming visions of the in-between the cyborg did not struggle. He lay strung over the robot's shoulder, his stomach all but comfortable as his abdominal passively supported his body weight. There was a flare of white-blue energy and the four parties emerged in a new landscape.
Cain looked around from the shoulder and then feeling a shift beneath him, popped up, bouncing off of the machine's shoulder.
"Ehm," the first thing pronounced, with an electrical squiggle of a mouth. "Welcome to the Kill Town carnival. Feel free to look around and ride the rides, but your stay will be temporarily permanent." It's voice was wavery and somehow sounded electrical. One peering lense starred vacantly at Cain, almost as if awaiting a response. After a moment the robot continued.
"Any further details will be revealed to you as events progress. There will be food, drink, and necessities here. Enjoy your stay," it warbled, and disappeared.
"Kill town Carnival?" Cain grumbled. "Temporarily permanent, he says. . . Might as well make the best of it."
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