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| Dr. Genzo | Feb 16 2011, 11:14 PM Post #1 |
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Lucille sulked past weary sand-filled streets and alleys much too dark to see into. Her chassis grew only hotter, and if she had been in proper condition could have decided to cool off in such alleyways. She slipped past hermits and weary fools committed to soliciting spoiled meats. Any closer to an alleyway and she would be abducted by but a handful of the countless outlaws and scoundrels that plagued the heart of the city. But it was as lucky for her as it was for them, as her chassis neared a temperature capable of searing the feeling out of any hand with the ill intention of groping such a fair maid. She tumbled drunkenly closer to the dense center of Kredo as each of her cooling units failed, one after the other. If one were to observe her inner thought-streams and see the many lines of text at work arguing away, what could even be considered readable would be naught but madness. Every shout and scream more illegible as display functions melted to an unpalatable stew. The image displaying on her face refused to be static, and consisted of complete nonsense flashing much too fast for the eye to track. Spoiler: click to toggle The townspeople at first did not pay mind to the figure. At a glance the gynoid had the lumbering gait of some sort of poor cripple, perhaps a woman who had sold her body now long past her prime. Though after nearly half an hour of subtle mist radiating off her now worn blue dress, she began to noticeably smoke. Black fumes could be smelled from any direction, regardless of the wind. Not long after this began, countless droves of thieves turned their gaze to the machine. A ripe fruit ready to be plucked by a greedy hand. One of the more graceless rogues shuffled up to her to attempt an abduction. "Why 'ey there miss I couldn' 'elp myself ta noticin' ya got some issues with your 'ardwares. Wanna take along to my shop maybe get ya fixed up?" he asked with smile so pleased and vile as to feast on excrement with. He lay but a single hand on her shoulder. With a shout loud enough to wake dark gods he shrieked at the sun. His eyes fixed on the orb in the sky as the dress on the gynoid erupted in hellfire. His arm melted to the bone in an instant. |
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Lucille, the malfunctioning domestic android Mari, the applied magician harpy Eve, absolutely mad ![]()
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