"It's all I have," John shrugs.
Some parts of John are easy to see. He's got a lightly armored cased with serial numbers that match military use if put through any sort of search engine for such things, his 'face' is a combined LCD/Holographic display and he has speakers built into the sides of his helmet and various sockets that look like they should plug into something important. Some wires and tubes are exposed, but discovering what exactly they do and why they are exposed would require taking John apart, though several tiny spots on the tips of his fingers where the sensory suite's more advanced tools are located are visible.
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Pink girl waves back!
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Mia will continue to observe John. After she made out all the obviouse parts of his body she mumbels a few words. She casts a spell to scann John. She wants to find out which material where used to build him and most important what kind of energy keeps him running. She assumes either a regenerativ source or a powerfull source.
Should I mention that MDM is over 9 feet tall. Since Mia isn't going any step through the pink girl MDm has to stay as well. He still waves at the girl, but doesn't do anything else right now.
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Mia will find that:
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John is actually human, and his chest, head, and upper legs are still mostly flesh, but affected by some sort of necrosis that has eaten much of his organic spine, though most of the important stuff has been replaced with cybernetics and the necrosis is kept in check by some sort of life support syste, built into his armour, which is mostly titanium and ceramics. His arms and lower legs are entirely robotic, made out of the same material as his armour, and powered by the same hydrogen cell.
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The pink girl trots over to MDM and tries to reach up to its head in vain, looking rather silly and a little adorable.
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Mia sights after her scan get through. There she hoped she finds a small power source or something alike and then it's only a cyborg. She leans on the table one hand at her side the other one hangin down. She still watches the cyborg, but she doesn't seem as intressed as before.
Well MDM isn't that kid friendly guy, indeed he is just a robot without a gender. He will raise one of his mighty hands, which should be able to grab her whole head, what he is trying to do. (in a way to leave her face open)
The drow fingers her bass and nood;es around with it, eventually starting agroove.
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That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
John shrugs and pulls his bow out as well. He draws it once across his violin's strings, slowly, and the leaves around his feat begin to swirl faster and faster, though the air in the room seems to have stopped moving.
John stands up, one foot on the table, and the speakers on the side of his helmet begin to hum softly, ready to add whatever sounds might be needed.
John takes a deep breath. His holographic display dims.
The drow smiles serenely and grooves right along with him!
After a few measures, she launches into a much faster, complicated baseline, challenging John.
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That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
Instead of trying to match it, John plays alongside her, complementing the tune, content to serve as the water cooled barrel to this machine gun of a duet.
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The drow smiles, clearly pleased! She keeps the bassline going, and throws a wink at John.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
Mia sights after her scan get through. There she hoped she finds a small power source or something alike and then it's only a cyborg. She leans on the table one hand at her side the other one hangin down. She still watches the cyborg, but she doesn't seem as intressed as before.
Well MDM isn't that kid friendly guy, indeed he is just a robot without a gender. He will raise one of his mighty hands, which should be able to grab her whole head, what he is trying to do. (in a way to leave her face open)
It's sad that the pink girl seems to ignore MDM. That way his grab seem to miss her. The big robot doesn't seem to mind and just watches her.
Mia waits until the music is done before she speaks up to the cyborg guy.
"I wonder what happend to you."
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John stammers for a moment, flustered, and then sighs, setting his violin back in its case.
"I guess it's out, then. I've been pretending to just be a robot for the longest time now, it hurts a lot less than discussing this."
John sits down and raps his fingers on the table.
"I'm actually human, and I suffer from a condition known coloquially as 'localized necrotic nervous disorder'. In certain parts of my body, my nervous system 'thinks' that the limbs or various parts are gone, but they still actually work, which led to my limbs and spine being slowly-and painfully-eaten away by necrosis. I had to get this suit to stay alive, and where I'm from, there's a major stigma against cybernetics and the like. I couldn't keep a job, none of my friends would talk to me, so I did the only thing I could do.
I joined the Death Korps. A lot of soldiers with terminal illnesses, waiting to die for their homeland. I was a pilot for a fightercraft, with a life expectancy of three hours once in combat. Only problem was, I wouldn't die no matter what happened to me, and human euthanasia or leaving injured soldiers behind is a criminal offence. After a while, the stress of it all-the fighting, the wanting to die, the brain damage the pilot implants caused after long term use-which nobody even knew happened until recently-it all built up, and I was declared unfit for duty," John sighs and his holoscreen flickers as he looks down at his legs and shakes his head, "I was forcefully retired with a meager pension, and took up a job as a violinist at a techno club near here, but a few months back, when the original Empire fell, the club was destroyed in that big fight, and now I've nowhere to play or live."
John slumps down further into his seat.
"And that's what happened to me."
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Mia listens carefully. She waits a few moments befor speaking up to him.
"In my world you could say people want to be cyborgs, but we got some rules for that. But as with everything people want to have there is a 'to many'. So you would count as a fanatical in my world, which isn't much different to the thing in your world. I just wonder why you tried to appear as a full robot."
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"When I was...'retired', they reprogrammed me. They felt it was more humane to get rid of my memories of war and suffering, and for a while I was someone entirely different. A pacifistic musician, torn apart in a crossfire and put back together, vowed never to kill again. The fact I was forced to wear a suit of armour and had a pilot's helmet grafted to my skull didn't make it easy to believe that for too long. All it took for me to figure it back out was getting a neurosurgeon to reactivate the parts of my brain the real memories were stored in. But no matter how fake it obviously was, I was still the new me, and I couldn't stand to think or talk about it. So I didn't," John takes the last 'bite' of his bamhacon, "It was easier that way."
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
Her eyes water as she snaps the phone closed. My parents.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
I lied, okay? It's like a cover story so I don't get treated differently.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
"You don't need to lie to-" John stops himself right there.
"Yeah," he says in an admitting voice, "I don't have any room to talk there. So what's wrong?"
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I'm adopted. I live with an elf mom and dad. And I'm a princess in the elven forest.
And I have to go back to choose a husband.
But I don't want to marry.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
"Ah. Feudal marriage. Have you tried explaining to your parents that women earned the right to vote a few centuries ago and that you don't quite feel like marrying this chap?" John shrugs, himself hailing from a rights-filled future.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
"So? Shooting people you disagreed with in the face was a tradition for centuries after guns were invented and we all got over that, didn't we?" John says, clearly annoyed with the dark elf bard's (cwatididthar?) parents. He then spends a quiet second thinking.
"What if you tricked them into thinking you were already married or betrothed to someone else?"
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That would work. They just want me to be engaged to someone who's not a dwarf or a terrorist.
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
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Since Mia isn't going any step through the pink girl MDm has to stay as well. He still waves at the girl, but doesn't do anything else right now.
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