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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Pofeh:
8/15/2016 3:14:37 AM
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[u]Music blares through the dojo, it's sound echoing and reverberating through the gate and into the plaza. The sound of an overcharged guitar can be heard alongside it, playing faster then a normal human could. As the music nears the gate, a robot comes into view holding what appears to be a combination of an axe and an overcharged electric guitar. His arms are split into six different limbs, each one with it's own group of fingers. All of them strum on the guitar, playing sounds that shouldn't be able to be played on an instrument of such calibre. As he nears the Dojo gates, he begins to play a solo as the rest of the music quiets down to a whisper:
http://youtu.be/3RGqrc2V0Y8
[u]After finishing the song, he gives his guitar one last strum before announcing his presence.[/u]
"[i]WHO THE HELL IS READY TO JAM OUT?![/i]"
[u]He continues playing as music blares from the speakers that adorn his body, awaiting a greeting.[/u]
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[u]Within a few seconds, the guns over heat from the constant use. The onslaught stops quite abruptly as the barrels return to being his fingers. As the barrels overheated, his fingers glow red with heat. Quickly, his arms spilt back into six as he charges towards Sketch to meet him in battle.[/u] "[i]Those damned things never work...[/i]" [u]He mumbles this as he charges, taking notice of the change in wind. He unsheathes his axe, dragging his hands across the strings to create a shriek of metal against metal. Sound blasts out, disturbing the dust and creating a cloud to obscure Sketch's vision.[/u]
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"Gah!" *Sketch pins his ears against his head again but also blends in with the dust cloud and disappears.*
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[u]Unsure of where sketch is, he rotates on the spot, trying to get a lock on him. However, even he cannot see through the massive dust-storm. As he rotates, his eye expands and contracts, seemingly pinging foe movement. Out of desperation, he slams his fingers along the strings, almost tearing them off with force. A sound so piercing and loud that it blows one of the speakers on his own shoulder erupts from his body, sending out a wave of sound that can be heard for miles around. A small crack appears in his eye, the vibrations so intense that it the protective layer is starting to weaken.[/u]
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*Sketch appears lying on the ground, his ears bleeding.*
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[u]Isole himself falls over, his arms falling limply to his side with a clank. Multiple speakers explode as this happens, popping as he falls. The strings on his guitar snap, smashing the fingers that still rest on the guitar. He lays on the ground, sparking as the rest of his eye cracks, shattering into hundreds of pieces.[/u] "[i]I'm... Never.. gonna do... That again...[/i]" [u]And with that, the light in his eye shuts off, seemingly to prevent anymore damage from occurring.[/u]
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*Sapphire runs back up.* [u]Sketch!!![/u] *She picks Sketch up and starts carrying him away. A few hours later, Sketch and Sapphire and Sketch come back, the fur in and around Sketch's ears is still stained red. Sapphire lifts up Isole and Sketch takes his guitar as well as all the speaker fragments and carry them back into the box.*
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[u]Isole remains in a hibernating state.[/u]
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*Sapphire carries him into a work room and sets him on a table.*
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[u]One of his eyes are blown out, the glass casing completely shattered. Nine of his speakers are completely blow out, their pieces strewn outside the casing. Part of his face is shattered from Sapphire's punch, the pieces cracked and chipped. His hand is in pieces, the fingers crushed and distorted. Other then that, his vital components seem to be fine.[/u]
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*Sketch walks in, his fur is now it's normal color.* "Oh boy... This'll be fun..." *Sketch starts repairing him, and after working for two days he's finally done.* *Thinking "Oh my god that took a long time... I wonder if he will activate himself or if there is some kind of switch...*
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[u]Isole whirrs to life, his main computers turning on. A robotic voice goes through basic diagnostics before rebooting. Isole sits up, his eyes lighting up with energy.[/u]
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"Um... Hello... I repaired you... Remember, I'm that guy who's eardrums you caused to explode..."
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[u]Isole looks around, his eyes scanning the environment in an effort to re-acquaint his senses. Upon realizing Sketch was there, he gives a sheepish whir of mechanics.[/u] "[i]Yeah... Sorry about that.[/i]" [u]He scratches his head uncomfortably.[/u]
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"I've repaired you but not the guitar... I don't want you using it again until I'm sure you can be trusted with it. It was one o' clock in the morning, nobody wants to hear eardrum-burstingly loud music then. My ears and Sapphire's ears are extremely sensitive too, I'm surprised they didn't start bleeding earlier."
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[u]Isole's eyes suddenly turn a violent red, and they can tell he's not to be messed with.[/u] "[i]You will give me my guitar, now.[/i]"
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Edited by Skatch142: 8/17/2016 5:24:58 PM"Look, it's still broken and I'll gladly fix it for you but I need to know you aren't going to hurt anyone with it. I don't want you going around the Dojo waking people up them making their eardrums exploade..." *He steps back a little but remains calm and doesn't seem afraid.*
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[u]Isole stands up now, his arms readied in an offensive position.[/u] "[i]I can repair my guitar on my own. You're lucky you didn't think to repair it, as I would have made sure it was the last thing you did with those damned things. Only I may work on that guitar, for it is my right and only mine given unto me by my creator.[/i]"
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"Mmmmkay... Well, it's in the corner." *He points to the pile of guitar pieces sitting in the corner.* "But really. No concerts while people are sleeping and don't play it too loudly... It hurts our ears."
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[u]Isole simply flicks his wrist towards the guitar, and something strange begins to happens with the parts. Wires from the inner workings of it grasp onto each-other, pulling themselves together. The guitar strings meld together, fixing themselves with a twang. The cracks fuse, leaving behind no sign of the guitar's destruction.[/u] "[i]If you had left me alone, this would have happened eventually, but hanks anyway. As with the music, I'll refrain as a thank you for not just leaving me even though I would have been fine. You are a good person, Sketch. Know this.[/i]" [u]He stands up, grabbing his guitar as he walks out.[/u]
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"Well, um, thank you."
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[spoiler]fin[/spoiler]
