Post by Jorlaxl on Feb 16, 2012 22:52:53 GMT -5
Jorlaxl had been working like a dog. He needed to become stronger. In his mind he could tell that his brain was straining under all the pressure of the past few days, and he could sense that his time on Earth was rapidly coming to an end. He couldn't explain why, and if asked, he'd simply look at you with a blank stare. These past few days haven't been nice to everyone's favorite Bio-Android, and it showed.
His jet black hair has grown slightly longer, and looks unkempt. His eyes have bags underneath them, and his usually milky brown eyes have adopted a darker tone. He hasn't slept well in days. He hasn't eaten much, save for what he can kill and cook. All that kept him alive was his need for training. He needed to get stronger. Back in the training Dojo, he got hurt and injured by the students there, and he didn’t even get to fight the headmaster! A disgrace. His maker would be ashamed. 2B was trying his best to motivate his host, but it didn't do much.
Sir, you are the best of the best. Master Pharaun made you to his exacting specifications. If you weren't built as well as you could have been, then you would have spent the rest of your years locked in that facility. Besides! I helped complete you, and added some finishing touches of my own. I have an idea! Let's go look for another android, see if it's the one we require!
Jorlaxl had been walking down the streets of Satan city listlessly, until he heard the magic word. Smiling immediately, Jorlaxl looked around and blasted off into the distance. Calling into his memory the information that he got off of Delious' computer, the closest android is codenamed the "Black Whirlwind" and was located around this area last. Jorlaxl, finding his muse for killing again rekindled, was already on his way there.
On the way there, he couldn't help but wonder about his future. "Although it's imperative I find these androids... Are they even on Earth? Have I been searching on the right planet? 2B, are you sure that these androids I'm looking for are on Earth?" He grew worried. How was he to leave the Earth without a spaceship!?
Scanning... Scanning... Done. Possible. You're not comprised entirely of human DNA, so professor Pharaun must have had contact with other races. He may or may not have been a space-faring individual before his time as a scientist here, so he might have left some of his creations on each planet. Long story short, sir, I have no idea. It's definitely possible. But let's stick to the now. We're almost there. With that, Jorlaxl was brought out of his reverie and back into reality, when a large and impressive building loomed in front of him.
Realizing that this is probably the place, Jorlaxl landed and tried the doors. Surprisingly, they opened without any problems. Jorlaxl mentally noted that the doors didn’t creak with age, and the doors themselves looked new and fancy, although the rest of the building was old and rusted. It must have been recently fixed, as if whomever's in here doesn't want anyone to know where he's been... I should stay on my toes. Jorlaxl carefully crept into the black building, and was suddenly struck by the intense, foul odor emanating from the inside.
What’s in this place anyway, bodies!? Jorlaxl suddenly pinned the pungent smell that was assailing his nose to the basement of the building. And it only made sense to check it out. Making sure there weren’t any traps like last time, Jorlaxl slowly and carefully trekked down the staircase, careful not to attract any attention to himself.
Finally making his way to the basement, Jorlaxl noticed that the smell reached its nadir of rankness. Being dark, he couldn’t see anything down there, so he decided to shed some light on the situation, quite literally. Fumbling around for a light switch, he flipped it, and was instantly sorry that he did. He covered his mouth with one hand, and was trying his best not to retch all over the floor below him and down the staircase. He’s seen grisly sights before, but nothing that matched this caliber.
A pile of bodies were strewn about the floor in uneven jumbles, and they were connected by wires that shocked them occasionally with electricity, making them jump and almost seem to dance on the ground below them. Jorlaxl couldn’t make any sense of it, until he saw where all the wires were leading up to. Walking down the pathway of bodies, he finally reached the end of the room, where a computer was sat. Blood adorned the heavy and old machinery, and pistons were pumping the fresh blood into the case inside of it, fuelling something inside.
Not liking where this was going, Jorlaxl reached inside of the computer, and pulled the plug. The blood instantly stopped flowing, the bodies stopped jerking, and the pistons stopped pumping. The room was suddenly eerily quiet, and then the machines burst open in a fantastic show of blood and gore exploding outwards. A figure emerged from the carnage, jumping out of the very machine, covered in blood. Jorlaxl could make out a male face, and suddenly, it started talking in a deep, foul tone.
”You have befouled my domain, and you shall perish by my hand!” And before Jorlaxl got a chance to react, he ran forward and punched him in the gut, hard. The wind was rushed out of Jorlaxl, and he didn’t know if he could survive…
End of part 1/2 (Pl, please!)
His jet black hair has grown slightly longer, and looks unkempt. His eyes have bags underneath them, and his usually milky brown eyes have adopted a darker tone. He hasn't slept well in days. He hasn't eaten much, save for what he can kill and cook. All that kept him alive was his need for training. He needed to get stronger. Back in the training Dojo, he got hurt and injured by the students there, and he didn’t even get to fight the headmaster! A disgrace. His maker would be ashamed. 2B was trying his best to motivate his host, but it didn't do much.
Sir, you are the best of the best. Master Pharaun made you to his exacting specifications. If you weren't built as well as you could have been, then you would have spent the rest of your years locked in that facility. Besides! I helped complete you, and added some finishing touches of my own. I have an idea! Let's go look for another android, see if it's the one we require!
Jorlaxl had been walking down the streets of Satan city listlessly, until he heard the magic word. Smiling immediately, Jorlaxl looked around and blasted off into the distance. Calling into his memory the information that he got off of Delious' computer, the closest android is codenamed the "Black Whirlwind" and was located around this area last. Jorlaxl, finding his muse for killing again rekindled, was already on his way there.
On the way there, he couldn't help but wonder about his future. "Although it's imperative I find these androids... Are they even on Earth? Have I been searching on the right planet? 2B, are you sure that these androids I'm looking for are on Earth?" He grew worried. How was he to leave the Earth without a spaceship!?
Scanning... Scanning... Done. Possible. You're not comprised entirely of human DNA, so professor Pharaun must have had contact with other races. He may or may not have been a space-faring individual before his time as a scientist here, so he might have left some of his creations on each planet. Long story short, sir, I have no idea. It's definitely possible. But let's stick to the now. We're almost there. With that, Jorlaxl was brought out of his reverie and back into reality, when a large and impressive building loomed in front of him.
Realizing that this is probably the place, Jorlaxl landed and tried the doors. Surprisingly, they opened without any problems. Jorlaxl mentally noted that the doors didn’t creak with age, and the doors themselves looked new and fancy, although the rest of the building was old and rusted. It must have been recently fixed, as if whomever's in here doesn't want anyone to know where he's been... I should stay on my toes. Jorlaxl carefully crept into the black building, and was suddenly struck by the intense, foul odor emanating from the inside.
What’s in this place anyway, bodies!? Jorlaxl suddenly pinned the pungent smell that was assailing his nose to the basement of the building. And it only made sense to check it out. Making sure there weren’t any traps like last time, Jorlaxl slowly and carefully trekked down the staircase, careful not to attract any attention to himself.
Finally making his way to the basement, Jorlaxl noticed that the smell reached its nadir of rankness. Being dark, he couldn’t see anything down there, so he decided to shed some light on the situation, quite literally. Fumbling around for a light switch, he flipped it, and was instantly sorry that he did. He covered his mouth with one hand, and was trying his best not to retch all over the floor below him and down the staircase. He’s seen grisly sights before, but nothing that matched this caliber.
A pile of bodies were strewn about the floor in uneven jumbles, and they were connected by wires that shocked them occasionally with electricity, making them jump and almost seem to dance on the ground below them. Jorlaxl couldn’t make any sense of it, until he saw where all the wires were leading up to. Walking down the pathway of bodies, he finally reached the end of the room, where a computer was sat. Blood adorned the heavy and old machinery, and pistons were pumping the fresh blood into the case inside of it, fuelling something inside.
Not liking where this was going, Jorlaxl reached inside of the computer, and pulled the plug. The blood instantly stopped flowing, the bodies stopped jerking, and the pistons stopped pumping. The room was suddenly eerily quiet, and then the machines burst open in a fantastic show of blood and gore exploding outwards. A figure emerged from the carnage, jumping out of the very machine, covered in blood. Jorlaxl could make out a male face, and suddenly, it started talking in a deep, foul tone.
”You have befouled my domain, and you shall perish by my hand!” And before Jorlaxl got a chance to react, he ran forward and punched him in the gut, hard. The wind was rushed out of Jorlaxl, and he didn’t know if he could survive…
End of part 1/2 (Pl, please!)
Jorlaxl, master of crane.
