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Version 0.1 - [Action / Voice]
[This was not how he was supposed to celebrate the world not getting destroyed. They were going to have waffles. He had his chef's hat and everything. No. Instead of that, he found himself sitting in the middle of some treehouse near a lake. Well, that didn't last long. After ripping off the stupid pants places on him, he hopped to the ground. With his scanners and computer systems, he started doing a sweep of the place. All the life signs were coming from the east. Time to get walking. While he does, he'll take a look at this book he found with his name on it. His real name.
Hours later? There's a Cyborg in town. He doesn't look too impressed and every now and then he'll lift up his left arm and start messing with a built in touch screen computer. All the while complaining about a severe pain in his back. The Malnosso may have been nice enough to leave the armor covering for his chest, but that means his wings are pressed tightly under the covering. He's going to need to... loosen that up a bit. Maybe he can use the smithy and not get noticed. It's worth a shot.
After getting that sorted out, he's going to be exploring the town. The shops, mostly. In the general store he's going to try and find his titans communicator. He heads into the clothing stores, takes one look, and leaves. He might stick around at the restaurants. You know. Recharge his human fuel. That evening? He'll be taking a trip to the barrier south of the village. Time to see how it stands up to a fully powered sonic cannon. When it doesn't, he sticks around out there. Staring at the sky. And deciding to talk to the journals finally.]
So looks like I'm stuck here after all. The name's Cyborg, from the Teen Titans. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of me. I heard there's all kinds of other worlds here. So what exactly do ya'll do around here for fun? You know, when we ain't trying to find a way out.
[He sets the journal side to check up on a diagnostic on his arm. He addresses it out loud, forgetting he left it recording.]
Didn't think so. Doesn't match any of the star charts.
Hours later? There's a Cyborg in town. He doesn't look too impressed and every now and then he'll lift up his left arm and start messing with a built in touch screen computer. All the while complaining about a severe pain in his back. The Malnosso may have been nice enough to leave the armor covering for his chest, but that means his wings are pressed tightly under the covering. He's going to need to... loosen that up a bit. Maybe he can use the smithy and not get noticed. It's worth a shot.
After getting that sorted out, he's going to be exploring the town. The shops, mostly. In the general store he's going to try and find his titans communicator. He heads into the clothing stores, takes one look, and leaves. He might stick around at the restaurants. You know. Recharge his human fuel. That evening? He'll be taking a trip to the barrier south of the village. Time to see how it stands up to a fully powered sonic cannon. When it doesn't, he sticks around out there. Staring at the sky. And deciding to talk to the journals finally.]
So looks like I'm stuck here after all. The name's Cyborg, from the Teen Titans. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of me. I heard there's all kinds of other worlds here. So what exactly do ya'll do around here for fun? You know, when we ain't trying to find a way out.
[He sets the journal side to check up on a diagnostic on his arm. He addresses it out loud, forgetting he left it recording.]
Didn't think so. Doesn't match any of the star charts.
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... sure, yeah, maybe you can. In fact, maybe you can help. I need to loosen things up a little. Make room for the wings. [He turns his shoulders a big. See his back? No wings. They're pretty firmly squished under the armor. Which hurts like the dickens.]
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[He pushes the door open to the forge and heads inside. As he does, a detachment mechanism on his armor activates and starts to pull away the armor from chest. When it does, he pulls it from his back. His wings are finally able to stretch free, having been thoroughly squished. The mechanisms under his armor are a lot rougher than what you see on the outside. Especially considering how much of it is connected to or replacing parts of his spine.]
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Wow, it's...
[Okay, admittedly a little nasty. However Winry's exposure to medical texts and procedure give her some leeway to look passed that.]
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What kind of metals do you have here? I need to make room for the wings.
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Can I just say that your craftsmanship is amazing?
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Uhh. Thanks? Where's the closet?
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[-Oh right, the closet. She runs over to the door and opens it.]
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My parents are the one who installed it. I've just been the one to swap stuff out and upgrade it.
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because canon keeps implying he doesn't have them or something.However, he's starting to notice that she's giving him a lot of attention. And showing a lot of interest. And wow, he's kind of an idiot.]I mean, yeah. My dad was an expert in biomechanics and advanced robotics. My mom was a leader in nanotechnology and cybernetics. After this happened, I kind of had to learn to be able to fix myself.
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[He sets the metal out on a table with the back plate of armor. He holds up his right hand and with a bunch of whirling parts and restructuring, it becomes a blowtorch instead.]
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How did you make it work like that!?
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I'm not sure you'd understand even if I told you. Short version is, me and my parents know our stuff. And I like to make sure I got a little bit of everything I could ever need.
[Okay, working on this armor now.]
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I'd love to learn.
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Well uh. This stuff's pretty complicated.
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At least not when I don't have to. It's not like people here don't have enough time to catch up, jeez. I'm not asking you to teach me from scratch. But if you're really opposed you could just say no.
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[Ask him in a week or two when he's decided that maybe not even a Teen Titan can bust out of this place.]
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[And here he almost started liking her.]
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This is what I'm gonna use on it. Does it reflect sonic waves?
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