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There can be only one; Sam vs Samson
Topic Started: Apr 13 2018, 06:44 AM (56 Views)
Oceonax
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"I don't know who you are..." A blue-haired girl narrowed her eyes, staring down the horned individual sat a few tables away. "...but you're not calling yourself something like that while I'm around!" Sam stood up, pushing out her lone seat at the bar. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol fumes, or some other mysterious power that caused conflict in bars, but she was feeling awfully eager to start something with the ram-horned kid she had spotted at the other end of the establishment. Like, really ready to go.

<Identification Successful. Initialising.>

What had been barely an upset amongst the chattering patrons around them quickly rose into a confused murmuring when, quite quickly, the strange metal cylinder the ponytailed girl had slung over her back began to light up. Blue lines ran down its surface from top to bottom, along which the object broke up into numerous smaller oddly-shaped pieces. Her jacket unwravelled into strands that fell around her body, then pulled tightly around her once more - this time fitting around her slender figure seamlessly, reconfigured into a white bodysuit on which numerous metal slots were positioned.

The metallic pieces behind her, connected by thin, jointed arms, unfolded and transformed around the girl, motors and gears clicking into place to form more substantial and identifiable pieces of equipment. Arms held out to her sides, bright blue metal snapped into place on the fastenings attached to the suit, clasping around Sam's forearms and forming into a pair of gauntlets. She brought them down to her sides, a hiss of escaping steam accompanying the detachment of two smaller pieces from the gauntlets that set in place around her chest, and then two more that broke away from her wrists to sit around her hips.

Another piece had been lowered to her legs, splitting apart and bolting onto Sam's upper thighs. Long sections of mechanised metal folded and fitted into place around her legs turning her shoes into a pair of tall armoured boots. By her waist, two fin-like structures finished extending and attached themselves either side of her hips. A much smaller section clipped into place on her head, a headset-like device with a pair of orange antenna, and a translucent eyepiece that slid out from the left side to cover one eye.

Finally, the largest piece of all: A large, misshapen rod fitted with a handle, the remains of the cylinder that Sam then pulled from behind her back. By the way she was holding it, it almost seemed like a large tonfa, or an underarm gun of some sort. Metal plates slid out from its sides to further extend it, reaching over twice its former length - finishing with a blunt end that pointed more towards it being a large cannon. The whirring and humming of motors and pistons died down, and a feminine robotic voice interrupted the quiet that had fallen upon the crowd.

<Deployment complete. All operations stable. Daedalus System engaged.>

There was a few seconds delay between the voice and a wolf whistle from somewhere in the crowd, which may as well have pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening, a crack of superheated air from the force at which the bullet rocketed forth. The tables and chairs on the side of the bar where the weapon had been pointed seemed were blasted aside by the bullet - no, to the few who were perceptive enough to actually see the projectile, there was no calling that thing a bullet. A bullet was about the size of a small marble, or a few centimetres long for the more advanced types. But the huge, 3-metre-long cannon that Sam wielded was not built like those pea shooters. Its ammunition was appropriate for its size: Nearly as big as a human head, and painted with a stylised N on one side and what seemed to be a clown-like face on the other. The tip was not pointed, but instead rounded and flattened. A split second after coming into contact with its intended fez-wearing target, the force of which was already enough to liken to a cannonball, there was a second crack and boom as secondary explosives at the base detonated and gave the heavy bullet a second lurch forward in the hopes of blasting its target some distance away.

"There's only one Sam around here. Got it?"

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It had been a nice and pleasant day for the boy up until that point. He'd been enjoying a nice glass of cold milk at the bar and had even managed to make light conversation with some of the fellow patrons, one of which was a certain blue haired girl. For the most part he'd just listened, but when it came to him introducing himself it seemed like something had bothered bluey, as she suddenly stood at and called him out. What had he said? Perhaps he'd stumbled over his words when saying his name. No, that wasn't it, he was sure he hadn't said anything wrong. He had to say though, watching this girl's equipment move about was a sight to behold, and he was wide eyed with awe for the duration of her transformation, up until the point something smacked him in the face, a powerful heat following it as he was launched off of his chair.

"I think you misheard me, I'm not Sam, I'm Samson!"

He replied, currently wedged between a table and a chair and struggling to get back up. When the cloud from the explosion cleared it would become apparent that his face was actually hardly marked at all, with only a small amount of soot and a tiny scratch across one cheek showing any signs of being hit in the first place. After a few attempts Samson managed to dislodge his horn from the underside of the table, sitting himself up and jumping to his feet. From an outsiders view, a heavily geared woman had just shot a six year old unprovoked or something, though he was actually nineteen. He still felt like it was fairly unprovoked though.

It looked like she was serious about this though, so it was probably for the best that he prepared himself. His average length hair soon began to grow, wrapping around itself to create two thick strands which soon grew into fairly large mimics of hands. Whilst they weren't exactly perfect, they were his trusty hair hands and they got the job done. As he did this, he briefly removed his Fez, reached in and pulled out a small vial, before rehatting himself. In the vial was a brown liquid, some of Koga's mud which Samson had found particularly useful for healing. Pouring it out onto his hands, he ran it across his cheeks before layering a little wool on top for good measure, already making him look ridiculous.

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"Samson?!"

Unfortunately, the sheep's attempt to reconcile did not really work out. In fact, the fact that he was intact at all after such a blow only seemed to anger his blue-haired opponent more. By all means, some stupid fluffy thing should have been blasted to pieces by that attack! The fact that he hadn't... was he messing with her?! Was he saying that she wasn't strong enough to put a dent in him?!

"I sure as hell don't have a son! Don't even joke about that!!!"

To add insult to injury, that small creature began pouring mud all over himself, his hair extending into a pair of arm-like appendages. The turbines by her sides continued to whirr, steam collecting within them to form clouds that were stored within, safe from disturbance. Meanwhile, there was a click as Sam set the contents of her next round of fire, and another when she pulled the trigger.

A blast erupted from the barrel once more, the contents splitting open almost immediately to let loose a spray of smaller projectiles towards the sheep. Surely he hadn't survived that previous hit dead-on, he must have dodged or deflected it... but that wouldn't be so simple against so many attacks at once!

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"No no, there isn't a gap in between. You are Sam, I am Samson. Not Sam's son, but Samson. Like... uh... Actually I don't know anyone else with my name I don't think. If you prefer you could call me Sheepy or something, I get called that a lot. Sometimes"

He trailed off a little bit as the girl in front of him readied another attack. He hardly paid any attention to it however, instead simply drawing his hair hands in towards himself, one for him to stand on to reach closer to her height, and the other on the floor. Using this he was actually able to put himself up to the girl's height, although due to being across the other side of the room (which patrons were now fleeing from) it wasn't quite as effective as he'd planned. A sudden loud bang erupted through the room however, as Samson's body was suddenly pelted with lots of small pieces of what seemed to be metal, chewing up the stuff behind him but for the most part leading to little harm to his own body. A little uncomfortableness at most. However this did seem to confirm she was serious.

"We can still talk about this..."

He attempted, though he anticipated this girl wasn't interested in his attempts at conversation. Hopping down from his hair hands, his body soon began to change, growing a more rocky appearance, with moss and leaves beginning to form across his skin and hair. Additionally his body began to radiate a green aura of sorts. Next his hair hands took on a much darker hue, being reinforced by the boy's haki. So far he hadn't been particularly threatened, so he opted to not exert his full willpower into the coating. Finally, he reared up his hair hands slightly, before unleashing a powerful flurry towards his opponent, static sparks flying as the now dark wool flew through the air various times towards this so called 'Sam'. He wasn't aiming to flatten her or anything, but hopefully a few quick punches from his hair hands would stop her from risking harm to other people around here.

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