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Day 3, Science?; Let's do the Time Warp Again!
Topic Started: Jan 7 2011, 12:44 AM (497 Views)
Super Hurricane
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Science Class....again. And Shad was still drenched in green lime Jello as he walked (or rather trudged) into the room, his facial expression was nukewarm and slow to anger. After all, everyone else in Hiro's classroom was also soaked to their underwear in jello, but Shad was the one one drowning in it. Since he didn't want to risk going to that sinister detention room again, he decided to get to class regardless of his appearance.

Still....something bothered him in the back of his mind....something important as he took his seat. Ah, yes, the fact that somehow, he had no recollection of the next 2 periods(Gym and Art). What happened yesterday? Was it a experiment that the teacher did that went horribly wrong, resulting in severe memory loss? Seemed possible. Either way, Shad hoped to get answers soon enough.

In any case, Shad was ready to learn whatever came up and hope that his bridge actually made a good impression. After all, a 12 by 12 foot replica of a under-deck truss bridge made of reinforced toilet paper rolls and cardboard clippings should be about a C - at best. That was what he was working on before his memory blacked out, only to awake amongst a pile of books burying him alive.
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Kounoko
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         I dragged myself into the classroom.
         This is nuts.
         There are freaks everywhere in this school, for every class.
         Just my luck to come to this stupid school.
         Can't I just have a normal life as a normal person?
         Argh! I hate this!
Edited by Kounoko, Jan 11 2011, 07:10 AM.
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Star grinned as she walked down the hallway, tugging on her messenger bag with one hand. She threw open the sliding door with the other, stepping inside cheerfully. "Good morning, Mare-sensei!" she said, grinning widely as sparks of light fell around her.

She blinked, noticing the classroom's occupants.

Alright, not Mare-sensei.

Star immediately straightened up and cleared her throat, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the desk opposite from where the other...people in the classroom were seated, trying to look quiet and unnoticeable, which was a first for Star. Normally, Science class was one of her favorite classes of the day, but...well, there seemed to be something unfavorable in the air.

She wondered if it had something to do with her precious IQ points suddenly slipping away from her.

Why did she have the sudden urge to say or do something stupid?
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The class found itself being teleported out of the school....and into...The Athletic field? It looked like it, anyways. Around it were a multitude of humanoid robots, with open cockpits. One of which took off and landed in front of the class, opening it's cockpit to reveal it's pilot: The Science Teacher.

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"LEEEEET'S GET READY TO PLAY!" He yelled out, pointing at the three students before becoming silent. "..."

Three. He only had three students here. A roar of anguish came from the teacher as he slumped into the cockpit again, mumblings of revenge being made within. The cockpit closed, and Mare walked it off to the side.

"Robot Soccer. Get playing." Said the teacher, the mech's speakers relaying it. The robot stood in the middle, somehow looking dejected.

The students would find the various humanoid robots were all technically identical, at the moment. They were weaponless, and had the same 'strength' and 'speed.'
Edited by Captain, Jan 18 2011, 01:42 AM.
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Even Mare-sensei seemed slightly deflated today. That was weird for him. Star's eyes widened as she found herself teleported to the athletic field and she jumped up, quickly running her hands over herself to make sure that she had gotten here in one piece and hadn't left everything behind. She let out a sigh of relief. She was fine. Maybe it was just Meglumar that had the bad luck with portals and teleporting then. As far as she knew, her bad luck had only happened when she was traveling with him.

Star grinned as she realized what today's class was going to be. Robot football...er...soccer!!! This would be totally awesome! Except...football couldn't be played by three people against each other! That was just violating the rules of the game! As the European that she was, she was honor bound to correct that. Star pulled a ribbon out of her pocket, tying her hair up in a high ponytail before running towards one of the robots.

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"Yosh!" said Star, grinning and throwing the switches. A keyboard flipped down in front of her, along with a keypad on the side. Star placed one hand on both of them, her fingers tapping over the keys rapidly as her eyes shifted back and forth, the screen reflected in them. The robot's eyes lit up as Star held the controls, light shimmering around her and reflecting off the sides of the cockpit in many different colors as she pushed the controls forward, the lights on the side of the cockpit turning from red to green. The pink robot took a step forward, steam billowing out from around it.

"LET'S PLAY!" she said, her fist (and the robot's) thrusting into the air. She, and the robot by extension, pointed at Mare's robot. "Sensei! You're on my team!" she said.
Edited by Chizu, Jan 18 2011, 01:49 AM.
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Kounoko
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        I climbed into one of the Mechas...
        For some reason I picked this one.
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        Don't ask, just don't.
        Help! What does all these buttons and controls do?
        Now how am I supposed to control this stupid thing?
        Much less play soccer with it?
        "Sensei~" I yelled "How do I control this thing?"
Edited by Kounoko, Jan 18 2011, 02:51 PM.
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OOC: Angelic Layer...is this robotic enough? O.o If not I can change it.
Mitsu didn't quite understand the point of playing robot soccer in science class, but she went along with the teacher's instructions and searched through the robots for one she liked. A more human looking one stood out to her, so she examined it a bit and then decided that would be the one she was going to use. She got in the robot and slowly figured out the controls before walking over to the teacher. "I'm here, sensei. So you don't only have three students," she said.
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(OOC: Had trouble finding a picture of this.)


"Brr.....I can see my breath even in this." Shad said, rubbing his gloved hands for warmth, awhile piloting the biggest of the mechs. Aka the Big Zam. Perfect for soccer considering it can kick buildings over, but just about useless in actual combat against Gundams. (http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=big+zam#/d2sd8vh)

"Question is....what am I in currently and what are all these strange controls? Is this....mechanical?" He pondered, tapping one of the buttons. The Big Zam, now operational, lifted one leg all the way up and then stomped down. All the snow within a 30 meter radius leapt up a foot and fell back down with the seismic impact of a medium level quake. "Weird...." He muttered, seeing everything around him through a 360 degree window on his swivel chair (which he happily spun around in for a minute and a half before he became ill due to dizziness).

"Oh wait....ummm, does anyone know how to play soccer? I'm not familar with that sport or it's rules." Shad asked, using the high frequency intercom. Which in a way spooked quite a few squirrels, birds and rabbits out of their nesting places. Shad made a note to 'visit' those hiding areas later for a late-night snacking spree, his tongue licking lips back and forth.
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OOC: THAT'S IT. YOU'RE DONE.

SH you are BANNED FROM SCIENCE CLASS.

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The students would find the various humanoid robots were all technically identical, at the moment. They were weaponless, and had the same 'strength' and 'speed.'


HUMANOID. ROBOTS.

The Big Zam is a MOBILE. ARMOR. With NO arms. It's not humanoid! AT ALL! Furthermore, I said same strength and speed, it doesn't take a genius to realize IT APPLIES TO EVERYTHING. You are NOT going to make the Ground Quake if NONE OF THE OTHER THREE DID.

If you ever post in my classes again, if you try to PM me ABOUT class, You will be punished. Everyone else, A new post will be up soon with the IC stuff

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((I apologize in advance for everything wrong with my post.))

William blinked, and did a bit of a double take.

“Wha…seriously?”

He wasn’t entirely sure what surprised him more—the fact that he had just teleported into a field full of giant robots for science class, or that he was being allowed to pilot a giant robot in which he could actually cause some harm. So far, all his teachers had kept him on a short leash, prepared to yank it should he get too out of line.

A bit dazed, he walked over to a not particularly impressive looking mech. It wasn’t outdated, per se—rather, it just…was average. It didn’t look like the type of mecha you found the protagonists of Realistic Robot shows piloting. It looked like one of the stock, generic mecha that you found all the mooks piloting. For one thing, it wasn’t some incredible looking colour, like dark red or white with traces of red and blue on various parts. Rather, it was a uniform shade of tannish brown—cheap to paint, especially in large numbers, but not particularly attractive. It didn’t have a helmet, or horns, or spikes, or any other impressive décor or aesthetic appeal. It looked professional, like it wasn’t meant for ceremony or looking impressive—it was created to do a job, possibly combat, but most likely some form of manual labour that required easy mobility and not too much heavy lifting. Its feet, unfortunately, didn’t have wheels, thus slowing the machine considerably—but, William soon came to realize, the same could be said for the other Mecha that his classmates were about to pilot. He studied them, and soon came to realize that, apart from a few wings that he assumed were for aesthetic purposes only—though it didn’t matter if they were or were not, as flying wouldn’t aid their soccer abilities—and a few mecha that, curiously enough, simply seemed to be just armor instead of an actual robot—they all seemed to be more or less similar. Same build, same bulk…the only differences were a few aesthetic accessories and a paint job, assuming you disregarded the human armor.

He frowned, thoughtfully considering what this implied. William was by no means an intelligent person—he was of average intelligence at best, and wasn’t exactly the greatest scholar to ever live—but he figured that they weren’t out here to play soccer, even if they were piloting mecha. Rather, the sensei was trying to study them as they manipulated their machines—in other words, the soccer was just an excuse to observe the class, and possibly see who was most creative.

Climbing into the mecha’s cockpit, William continued to think on this, before deciding to figure out just what the teacher was trying to observe, and what William could do to impress the man. William was new and, of course, mildly disliked, so it wouldn’t hurt to make a good impression in his first science class.

He thought for a few seconds, before turning his attention to the controls. They seemed simple…he fit his legs into these spots and his feet into that, and stuck his hands in these holes…where they came into contact with what appeared to be a pair of gauntlets, which, he assumed, allowed one to manipulate the hand and fingers.

He pulled his hands out, and started messing with the buttons in the cockpit. This button made the machine walk, these four shifted its weight, this one seemed to activate the radio—as soon as he pressed it, he heard static—and this other one let him talk over the radio. The top row seemed simple enough. He focused on the other buttons…most of them seemed to do nothing, aside from one that adjusted the lights inside the cockpit, another that turned on night vision, one that, curiously enough, turned off either the cameras or the screens that displayed what they show—William wasn’t quite sure which—one that made the screens show what was happening behind the mecha—via other cameras, obviously—one that displayed the status of the mecha, one that scanned the other machines and told William their names and stats—William was slightly amused to find that they were all identical when it came to speed and strength—et cetera, et cetera.

Though he’d have never admitted it, William was a bit saddened by the absence of weapons onboard.

He sighed, and thought about what he’d do. The arms…were basically useless, he decided. True, they could be used for balance, but they were more trouble than they were worth. The hands seemed to make no impact on the machine’s movement, even if they were swinging like with a runner, so that only added to their uselessness. He crossed them across his mecha’s, “chest,” where they’d do the least damage. Instead, he decided, he’d focus his hands on manipulating the buttons inside the cockpit—namely, the four buttons that adjusted the mecha’s weight.

He moved on to the legs. Like with the arms, the legs moved when he moved his legs, although the toes didn’t seem to be capable of movement—the walking was a bit awkward as a result. He examined the way the machine moved, and was pleased to find that he could adjust the machines stride to match his own—the alternative would be…embarrassing, to say the least.

Most people, upon entering a mecha such as the one he was in with such standard controls, would have tried out the more basic functions, such as walking more than a few steps and running, before attempting a kick. William was not most people.

“Hellfire!” he screamed in his native English as the mecha was thrown off balance, forcing him to scramble for control with the four buttons that controlled the machine’s weight.

After a few moments of embarrassing floundering, he managed to regain his balance.

“Christ,” he said, still speaking English. “What’s wrong with this thing?”

A mechanical voice spoke, also in english. “Amused: Actually, the problem lies with you, my quasi-intelligent friend.”

William opened his mouth in surprise, but no sound came out.

“With contempt: Well? Do you have something to say? I don’t have all day, you know. Sigh.”

William regained his composure slightly, and spoke.

“Uh…who are you?”

“Serious: My name is HAL.”

“…What, seriously?”

“Patient, but annoyed, as if speaking to a particularly slow child: No, you moron. My name is Hyakuji owned Standard Issue Mobile Suit type 135, number seventeen. You may call me, “Steve.” I am, unfortunately for me, the machine that was chosen by you. I wish I could say that it’s a pleasure to meet you, but frankly I highly doubt I’ll be alive by the time you’re done figuring out how I work. Inexplicably, it seems that you have no idea whatsoever as to how to pilot me, and quite frankly I’m deeply ashamed that I share the same universe with you—the fact that, of all the six billion of you hairless rodents to come in contact with me today, it should be someone as useless as you, does nothing less than make me want to destroy myself. Let’s be friends.”

“…”

“Laughing: Don’t be so uptight. I’m only kidding. I tell that to everyone who pilots me. I don’t get out much, and I find my entertainment where I can get it. Cheer up.”

William chuckled, albeit nervously. “So…” he said, in an attempt to change the subject. “Do any of the other machines have A.I’s on board?”

“Statement: It’s a possibility. Honestly, I don’t know. Some models have us on board, others don’t. You got lucky.”

William grinned. His mecha apparently had an advantage. “Lucky? Sounds interesting. How so?”

“Smug: I can make witty banter in the midst of combat. Also, I can sing. Would you like to hear me sing? I bet you would.”

“…Please don’t.”

“Remorseful: Understood.”

Steve, piloted by a boy named William Stab, prepared for the game.

((I have no idea how to end this. :D))
Edited by Fake Crowley, Jan 30 2011, 10:25 PM.
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