~Strings- Pine's Army~

[Zincspider]

~Castle Mao
Main Chamber~

Shattered pillars and broken furniture marked the path of the battle still raging between the insane 'ruler' of the world, Mao, and his revenge fueled creation, Pine. Many walls have been demolished by the constant throwing and powerful attacks from both parties.

Mao's secret supply of guns that have long run out of ammo are scattered over the floor, useless now as they were facing Pine months ago. They had done nothing to his body but dent up some of the weaker sections, and peirce his scarf. Mao himself however was looking a bit worse for wear. His normally live looking face (crafted from the finest plastics and rubbers (not like that) availiable, due to his owning everything), was stretched into a look of panic. He and pine had been in a hand-to-hand lock for almost two days now. If he backed down for a second, or tried to focus on anything else, the puppet would ruin his new body.

He still resembled himself from his younger days when his ran a circus. Short grey hair, a manic glint rested in his artificial blue eyes, and a pair of small glasses rested on the bridge of his nose for purely aethetic purposes. His long red ringmaster's coat had long since been torn off, revealing extremely complicated masterwork of a body, created from titatnium, and coated in the same solution as his face to make him appear the only human on earth. His body was significantly more powerful than it had ever been in life, but he had made the shots when building it... so he had all the right too.

Pine on the other hand, looked almost unharmed save for a few holes in his red scarf, and a couple dents in his large wite metal forearms where he had blocked Mao's rain of bullets early on in their fight. In contrast to his forarms, his upper arm is nothing but a solid, shiny, steel bar. His steel torso lacked the detail of Mao's and was decidedly plain, but was devided into two halves with a ball between them allowing good mobility. His legs were made out of the same material as his amrs, seeming to be white but just as sturdy as any alloy (which it probably was). He has no feet, but the bottoms of his legs are rounded, giving him full mobility and balace.
Pine's face was vaugely human, being molded into steel, but had no way to make emotion, or speak.

But in the heat of battle against Mao, Pine had many thoughts running through his head, all coming to the same conclusion:
Joy in the form of revenge would soon be his.

"You know you worthless peiceof junk?" Mao thundered, trying to strike through Pine's defenses, only to miss ", one day you will run out of tricks, and then nothing will stop my superior mind from destroying you!" With that, Pine used Mao's miss to drive his fist into the *******'s stomach, sending him flying across the room, knocking over rubble as he skid over the floor. While Pine might not be made out of the best materials, he was much more skilled than Mao at battle.

Mao, stood back up, and paid close attention to Pine, allowing him to make the first move. But what Pine did was a little less than fighting.

Pine bent down, still looking at Mao, and picked up a large rock. Using his left hand he pointed at the rock first, and then at Mao.

"What? I'm the rock?" Mao asked, bewildered at the situation.

Pine nodded, then slammed his fist into the rock, turning it into dust. He allowed the peices to fall tot he floor. Then, using both hands, he made... 'urinating' motions over the peices of rock.

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU RESPECT THE RULER OF EARTH!" Mao shouted rushing at Pine, feeling enraged. And thus the battle continued in a flurry of blows and blocks.
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Soldier Base
Abandoned City

The city had seen worse days. After Pine and the rest of his army had taken refuge in it, it had been significantly cleaned up. Most of the rubble had been used for the part of now fallen comrades, or for improvised weaponry... or picked up simply for the fact some of the Soldiers were clean freaks. None the less, despite the broken buildings and the bleakness of the grey sky, the city had become... habitable. Esspecially for the few construct living in it.
These Soldiers had long ago fought next to Pione, but like their breathren, they had fallen in battle.

Upon return to their original base, they began to train for days... which transformed into months... which transcended into years.

Soon, they plan to return to their leader and defeat the rest of Mao's army. So soon in fact, that the plans to begin their march to Mao's castle have just been put into effect, and the beginning of this new day marked the last in the city. The rest of the day would be speant gathering everything they needed, and making sure to be ready for battle at the slightest hint of Mindless.
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OOC!:

Alright, so this begins your last day in the city as you gather eveything you need... or simply want to bring out of impulse.
Remember, start no fights unless the Game Master (which just so happens to be me) allows... or unless he does it himself. Which is totally cool.
So socialize and all that, guys! Get ready!

 

[shiningsloth13]

OOC: LET IT BEGIN

IC:

Abandoned City

Bones walked silently through the empty city streets. He'd left the base searching for any last minute supplies or objects that could be converted into weaponry, but the city's streets had been scavenged long ago. His bony feet clicked lightly against the cracked tarmac, and his single eye scoured the horizon, just in case he saw something of interest.

He wondered with interest what the city would have been like if people still lived in it. Now, it was a wrecked ruin, a shadow of what it had once been. Bones cracked his knuckles and scowled. Mao had done this. He and the others would undo it.

With that thought in mind, he started making his way back to the Soldiers' Base. It was time to start packing. They had a long haul ahead of them.

 

[TheSequelReturns]

Deep in the corridors of the base, a single candle illuminated a strange scene. The flickering firelight cast ever changing shadows across the walls, the ceiling, and the knife in the hands of a puppet. But this puppet wasn't like the others. It sat quietly, sharpening the knife on a stone. Every few seconds the repetitive motion would create a small scraping sound and the occasional spark, but otherwise the air in the tunnels was silent.

The candlelight jumped off of the blade, revealing the white cloth covered frame of the puppet and the large unmoving eye painted over its face. This puppet was known by another name once, but now it simply went by Ki. And the sound of her blades was the last thing many mindless had heard.

Using a method of discrimination unknown by any but herself, she decided that this blade, like the several others she had sharpened before this one, was sharp enough. With surprising care, she slowly slid the knife back into the slot in her cloth covered leg, where it popped back into place with a soft click.

Ki stood without a sound, and with a single lightning fast motion, extinguished the candle. Though it was true that puppets had a difficult time seeing in the dark, herself included, she had long since memorized the layout of these tunnels, her dark lair, and could navigate it with no difficulties even when blinded by the lack of light.

And so, Ki made her way towards the surface, ready to move out with the others, ready to leave this place behind, and ready to dismantle any mindless that crossed her path.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

~Kitt, Abandoned City~

Kitt prowled slowly through a cracked, empty parking lot, toying with the idea of walking on four legs instead of two. She figured that she might be able to obtain just a bit more speed if she rant that way. The only problem was that her claws were getting in the way. They clacked loudly against the shattered pavement, and her tail had started to drag, the metal spikes had started to shriek as they drug across the asphalt. Her wooden joints creaked with the effort of supporting some of her body weight on her arms instead of all on her legs. It was a strange sensation, and Kitt was already struggling. She hadn't even taken her first steps yet!

"This won't do," Kitt muttered to herself angrily as she pulled herself upright. Her tail swung delicately in annoyance as she paced along the side of an abandoned building, her foot claws clacking softly against the pavement in a tinkling rhythm. This particular building, an old abandoned parking garage that had long been empty of cars wasn't that far from the base. Kitt never went far from the base. She couldn't risk getting ambushed, or worse: Leading the Mindless to their home. Kitt shuddered at the thought. She'd almost led them back once, why not do it again?

Kitt's ears lowered and she hissed at herself. Kitt had worked long and hard to force her body to have the proper "animalistic instincts". The results were the annoyed hiss that wriggled its way out from behind her metalic fangs. Kitt couldn't believe that she was still thinking negatively. She'd been thinking negatively before the last battle. And then she'd failed. A lot.

I have to be on my best behavior for the attack, She reminded herself silently, If you mess this up for the others... She cut that thought off with a vicious hiss. None of that thinking. None! Pine couldn't deal with someone who would hold his team back, and Kitt certainly couldn't let herself be the weak link. She'd been there already. And she didn't want to go back. Not now, not ever.

Which lead her back to what she'd been doing before: training. Speed, stamina, balance. The stamina part was easy, since Kitt was made of redwood, one of the sturdiest woods there was. But it was also light. Speedy.

Kitt lowered herself down onto her front hands again, this time, holding her fingers wide, keeping her knife-like claws spread apart and flat against the pavement. She slowly lifted her club-like tail and took off running. At first it was awkward, and her extra limbs began to get tangled. She tumbled, smacking her wooden face against the concrete.

Kitt whimpered in pain, slowly rubbing her wooden hand against her face. She could feel the scrape in the wood, the way some of the grains were out of place. Kitt sighed. She'd have to find something rough to buff the scratch out with. She'd done this before, repairing her no longer smooth face. There was a particular incindent where Kitt was attempting to refine her feline reflexes-- by jumping out a three-story window and hoping that she'd land on her feet. And she did, but her feet had come out with some scrapes and imperfections. Imperfections were not acceptable.

So therefore, Kitt knew that either she or one of the others had sandy-paper back at the base. She'd have to go dig it up. With a sigh, Kitt headed back to the base on four feet, taking it slower this time.

She didn't mis-step the entire way back.

Baby steps, Kitt reminded herself as she straightened up and descended into the tunnels. Baby steps are all you can ask for.

 

[Zincspider]

(OOC: Guy's I'm loving the long posts, and the detail, but remember you aren't bound to live up to that later. If you don't feel up to doing too much in a post, and simply want to get a small thing done, go for it... in a minimum of 2 paragraphs. I don't want the RP to die from people thinking they have to make too long of posts and not feeling up to the task. Still, if you can, you're good!)

Abandoned City
Eio the Weapon-Master

Eio hadn't stopped working all through the night. Being one of the only Soldiers left who could see in the dark, he felt alone when the sun went down, and finished shoving it's beams through the thick cloud cover each day. If only the light of the moon could permeate the sky... then his allies could use every hour of their time, like he did. He wished that he wouldn't have to stand in the middle of his workshop alone in the dark, with the shadows of the desolate, descimated city outside the open doors. He had take refuge in one of the few buildings left standing... a large stone-floor staduim. He had brought in scavenged tables, and filled every single one almost to the breaking point with his own supply of materials and tools. He had long since taken Oak's suggestion and learned how to build a 'forge', for melting his iron and refining steel. Today, however, none of his many contraptions were running, and the fire of the ovens were dead (He had to used scavenged oxygen tanks from the hospital to run it anyway... keeping a fire alive these days was almost impossible.).

Still, the extra time had allowed him to finally finish his own personal weapon. He had been working on it for a least a week straight (it was hard to tell time now a days...).

His new creation was what looked like a giant cleaver with a slight curvature along the spine, and two handles. One on each of the top corners, opposite of the blade. The grip on the right was quite long, long enough for both of Eio's large hands to hold it at the same time, making a rather intimidating Buster Sword. He was not sure what kind of wood he had used (he never read up on the subject in the library like many of his allies), he was possitive on that it was the highest quality in these parts. It was dark, and solid... he believed it was closest to what Oak had called 'Mahogany'. What ever it was, Eio had approved. The pommel of the grip formed a hand-guard that curved back over the thick cylinder of wood, so that if anything would lash out at Eio's hand, it would be protected.

The other handle, unlike it's larger predecesor, was small, only big enough for one hand. Eio only panned to use that, when he wanted to grip both at the same time. By doing so, he could turn the large weighted blade into a whirlwind of death. Nothing was going to stand between him and his leige. He would make sure that he and the remainder of the Soldiers completed the mission originally given to them.

He lifted his cleaver by the long end with both hands and swung it in front of himself in a circular pattern. Long, smooth strokes, slowly at first, and then faster, and faster, until he made himself one with the cleaver.

Yes, with this and his other creations, the Soldiers would save Pine and rid this world of Mao's Legion... but one question rang in the back of Eio's mind...
*Then What?*

 

[shiningsloth13]

~~~~~~Soldiers' Base~~~~~~

Bones reached the locatino of the Base. It was surrounded by a large stone wall, created from rubble that had been found in the city and reinforced with even more debris. He walked over to a section of wall that was marked by an old graffiti of the planet Earth with a sword through it. Bones rapped on the wall once, then twice, then once again.

The wall slid away, revealing a secret door. Bones entered, and, nodding to the guard-puppet, made his way to the training room. He needed to brush up with his chain blade, if they were going to go up against the Mindless again.

 

[TheSequelReturns]

Like a specter rising from the grave, Ki's cloth-covered form emerged from the shaft that lead to the dark tunnels below the actual Base. Those tunnels had once been called a "sewer" but the meaning of that word had long since past, and now they served only as Ki's personal lair, until now that was. The time was drawing near t put an end to this conflict once and for all, and like the others here, Ki was willing to risk everything if it mean that this world would finally be free.

But free from what? The Mindless, she told herself. But what then? What happens after that? There would be no after that if she failed. It was best to take things as they came. Spend too much time worrying about the future, and you'll be lost to the present.

Seeing that several of the others were still getting ready, Ki made her way to the training room. It was there that she happened upon one of her more interesting comrades, someone who, like herself, had a bit of an artistic flair, though it was questionable wither he had done it to himself or if he was simply made that way.

Ki passed Bones without a word, and with barely a sound. Carefully, she reached her right hand up to the back of her neck, grasping at the small latch that rested there. With a click and a small thud, her weapon unsecured itself, and Ki grasped the handle and removed the cleaver from her back. She had already sharpened all of her blades, so the cleaver's edge was bright and shiny, an indication of just how easily it could cut through softer wood. She took a moment, as though admiring the blade, before tearing to life, carving the air ahead of her as she practiced her form. Soon, it would be time. Soon...

 

[Hotshot]

Zinny

A lone puppet sat atop a half-destroyed wall, swinging his short legs back and forth. Using his hands to stay balanced, the puppet glanced down as another puppet (one that he recognized as "Ki") passed below him. He was about to shout after her, when she disappeared inside the training room.

Zinny sighed. Oh, well. He'd have to wait for the next passerby.

He'd been sitting there for hours, with nothing to do but stare out over the desolate horizon. Everything was dreary nowadays, and for a puppet like Zinny there wasn't much to do. Zinny shrugged. He could always train some more...but he'd been doing that for days.

With another sigh, the puppet slid off the wall and landed less-than-gracefully on his hindquarters. "Oof!" he exclaimed, despite not feeling any pain from the fall. Sound effects always made things more interesting. Zinny rose, reached for his broadsword that had been propped up against the wall, and stretched.

The puppet grinned. "Just one more day."