Cold_Lyric

1029: A rectal thermometer is NOT funny.

Great chapter! I look forward to seeing more!

991. If the thought of something makes me giggle for more than 20 seconds, it is a BAD idea.

990. While on a mission, I am forbidden from daring my inexperienced sidekick to do anything.

989. I am NOT the "very model of a modern major general" and I certainly do NOT "have information vegetable, animal and mineral".

Well my Time-Travelling blaster 'Link-Six' would have the themesong "aftermath" by Fr/Raction.

Dr. Krieger my psycho biologophobe mastermind... "Krieger" by the band Das Ich.

That's all I can think of for now while the servers are down LOL.

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[[Hopefully this is familiar...]]

Mako: Hey Ghost Widow, look at this, man: it's the rookie! And he brought tank out to scare off Statesman.

GW:What? No way!

Mako:Hey rookie, good job man! Why didn't you tell us you knew how to drive the tank?

BS:New target acquired. (spinning turret around at Mako)

LR: That's not a target. That's Captain Mako.

Mako: Yeah, that's right, it's me, Mako! What's going on, man!

BSlocking on to Mako) Target locked

LR:What? No. Target unlock. Unlock! Please help me nice tank.

BS: Firing main cannon.

LR: Uh oh...

GW: Uh oh...

Mako: What? Oh, son of a bi-

Black Scorpion fires, hits Mako, throws him sprawling, high up in the air. Mako lands back on the ledge again.

Ghost Widow: Holy [censored]! Mako, are you okay? Talk to me, Mako! You shot Mako, you team-killing [censored]!

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((Kekeke! I can even point out every character!

Lord Recluse: Caboose
Mako: Church
Ghost Widow: Tucker
Black Scorpion: Shiela!

Red Vs. Blue r0x.))

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[[You got that right!]]

LR: It's not pink....it's kind of a lightish red!

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"You are a nice person and people like you."

but wunderwomen wanted to date him so he went gud.

It seems an easy thing to answer and almost always, the simplest solution is the best.

You have a cyborg who's body is constructed to be extremely durable. Wouldn't this mean that the body itself was intended to stay in one spot and not be moved?

If this is the case then I would simply go with the idea that it was never designed to get off the ground very far. For stability, staying as close to the ground would be most wise for the design.

These retros may increase speed and provide power, but in order to counter the innertia produced, your cyborg would need to be rooted; the retros also providing stabilization here too.

Once in the air though, the only thing to counteract the innertia would be the retros and it's far wiser a tactic to count on the strength and durability of the body first and foremost.

Your character doesn't fly because it would create a weakness. It's both design AND strategy.

Have a happy holiday Wolffe. I look forward to reading more.

Kayan set the note atop the orange bundle on his bed and slowly moved toward the door to his modest room and crept outside. Without making a sound he descended the stairs and left through the main entrance, taking a seat on the front steps under the overhang and marvelled at the evening sky.

It was raining quite heavilly now, puddles and small streams forming on the ground as the youth looked on and he wished he could return home.

He sighed, looking up to the sky as it darkened further and making the clothing he wore seem even darker than before.

It seemed like a cruel twist of fate as his karma seemed to lead him to this place and so far from home.

Nice bio. I got into RPing much the same way, having played WoW in the past. I had been on CoX much longer, but never RPd any characters... until I felt I couldn't do enough in WoW.

Hope to see you around on Virtue.

Kayan had been lost in meditation for what may have been hours, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly.

Something caused him to stir, at first it sounded like the voice of his brother, whispering something that he struggled to hear, but the voice faded away too quickly.

He opened his eyes, suddenly aware of the note resting on his bed and he stood, claiming the envelope. He looked it over and tore the end, freeing the contents and read the simple instructions, nodding slowly.

Nicely written, though the last paragraph isn't really necessary, but the description of your character was well stated. Keep it up!

Kayan held the uniform in its neat bundle tightly, slowly walking up to where he was to reside.

He quietly opened the door and stepped inside, placing his newly acquired belongings on one of the modest cots set up therein. He turned slowly and knelt, sitting on his heels and began to breath deeply with his eyes firmly shut and his hands resting palm down on his thighs.

As a guest in someone else's castle, he felt it best to wait and meditate until he was summoned.

Kayan listened to the behemoth of a man as he introduced himself and the youth nodded slowly, showing that he understood.

He remembered the last time he spoke out and instead began counting his breaths, patiently waiting. He had already run out of time long before stepping onto the bus.

He knew he would never see his home again and he figured he might as well make the best of his time in this place, be it a prison, palace or temple.

Kayan took a deep breath as he watched the strange woman attempt to defy O'Shea and did what he could to blend in to the background. The castle guards were quite reactive and after Meatwagon's announcement, he was convinced that he did not wish to compound the problem.

Against his moral judgement, Kayan remained silent and followed as Meatwagon ordered content at least that he would have an audience with Emperor Boss. Perhaps it would be then that he could explain his actions and be pardonned, free to continue his search.

Kayan lowered his gaze and did as instructed, watching in awe as the LED on his wrist flashed from yellow to green once he moved at Mr. O'Shea's request.

It would be a very long and painful stay if he disobeyed such simple orders, so Kayan took a deep breath and stood waiting patiently.

Kayan grimaced as he was directed in line with the other passengers, feeling the rain fall lightly on his scalp. He overheard the one named 'Meatwagon' speak into a device and he spoke up over the grumblings of the others. "The one called Boss... is he the emperor of this land?"

Kayan shrugged, looking at the people around him before continuing. "I shall very much like an audience with Emperor Boss."

It had all been a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Then

There were sirens and armed guards, shouting at the youth to lay down his weapons... he nearly lunged at them but the eighteen year old stopped himself and slowly let the sword rest at his feet, tucked away in its scabbard.

The guards made him turn around, placing restraints on his wrists before leading him outside of the bank and into a waiting vehicle. He tried to reason with his captors, but they brushed off his questions, closing the door and locking him inside.

A lone guard sat across from him and the young man shook his head, his shoulder-length blonde hair falling in his eyes. "This is a mistake... I do not have time for this."

His voice quiverred with something more akin to sorrow but still the guard ignored his attempt at justification.

After a brief moment a deafening roar filled the cabin and the vehicle shook as it lifted off the ground. The young man's head snapped around, struggling to understand. "This metal beast can fly?"

The guard chuckled, leaning closer and eyed the teenager's clothing draped over a muscular frame. "You're not from these parts, are ya? You from somewhere in the Isles?" His tone was stern and the guard didn't blink as he spoke.

"I am from an island, yes... but nothing like this land of yours. I beg you to assist me. Release-"

The guard cut him off. "Name?"

The youth sighed and lowered his head slightly. "Kayan... Aledor."

The guard snatched a device from its nearby resting place and flipped it open. He began to adeptly move his fingers over the surface and grimaced. "You aren't in the database. I'll need your real name."

Now

Kayan heard the guards call the hulking vehicle a bus and it bounced along the road heading for a detention facility. He wasn't alone and he snuck a quick glance around him, looking over the others that rode along with him.

His spirits sank a little more and his gaze drifted downward to his lap. I have failed you brother. Forgive me.

The bus lurched and Kayan looked out the window. It was difficult to make out anything through the dirty glass but something inside him alerted him that they had reached their destination.

The guards ushered the passengers from the bus and Kayan followed suit, stepping down onto the pavement softly. He adjusted the belt tied around his waist, his sleeveless jacket gaping over his bare chest.