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The Black Dragon

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #11 on: February 23, 2016, 06:50:17 pm »
With a sigh he had retracted his offer to her; pulling the gun back. Quickly hooking it back onto his belt as he looked back up to the young woman. She would not accept his offers...? Maybe she just did not like them..? With these thoughts coursing through his mind he sighed once more. Turning away from her with a sense of defeat. Making his way away from her towards the cargo bay once more: exiting the part of the cabins meant to house the passengers. Back to where he had first stowed onto the train. The voice slipping into his mind once more. "Well, it was worth a shot. We just aren't meant to be normal, after all." He sat upon the cargo that was being pulled along with the passengers.

Damnedprincess

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #10 on: February 23, 2016, 06:18:50 pm »
"Hmm, Bob that is mildly average and comforting last bandit I heard of was called Flesh Stick. I could accept Bob. This is going better!"
Angel was quickly cut off from thought as her mentioned spunk stick, then held out a shotgun. She felt a quick panic. Did he know she was unarmed?  Angel began to leave out a mumble, "umm." She shook her head and put her hand on the gun with a gentle movement she eased it back to him. "No, no I couldn't you keep it okay? Use it to keep yourself safe.." The end trailed off quietly. Angel never even touched a gun before. She didn't have too. Eridium on the other hand she knew what power that gave her. Her arm was slightly exposed as it was extended to ease back the gun to him. It exposed her tattoos, blue markings known only for one  speicies; siren. Quickly she noticed and dropped her arm to her side hiding it under her cloak again.

The Black Dragon

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #9 on: February 23, 2016, 06:03:00 pm »
He had finally stopped hitting himself as she had spoke of him hurting himself. His hands falling down to his side as his eyes seemed to calm before her. The voice in his mind calming as they both seemed to think in sync. "She isn't running away? Or shooting at us?" With these thoughts crossing through his mind he seemed much more calm. His eye looking down to the blood that covered his gauntlets from constantly hitting himself. "Hurt...?" His eyes glancing back up to her before shaking his head in answer to her question. Though, her next question confused him greatly. Name? "Oh come on. You know this. You can do it. It's just your name. What are you called!?" The voice pleaded for him to get this one thing right.

He struggled for a few moments as he seemed to panic. Looking around for a hint to some form of an answer. Attempting to speak as he was constantly stumbling on his words. "Mmmnn... Name... Er... Ugh... We.... Are um.... Bob." He looked to her as if begging for that to be the right answer. "Very good." The voice replied to him in approval. Though, without giving her a chance to reply, he quickly reached back and pulled a small shotgun from his waist. Holding it out to her in both of his hands for her to grab. Speaking to her in a soft tone. "Spunk stick... Yours." He stood there: simply staring. "Reeeeeal smooth." Awaiting for her to take the powerful weapon.

Damnedprincess

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #8 on: February 23, 2016, 05:49:53 pm »
Angel felt herself become more of a scared as the man had become frustrated. She went to speak but he had already grabbed her wrist and mentioned playing with his spunk stick she felt her face get flushed slightly.
"He wants me to touch his...SPUNK STICK!?"
But as he kept be coming flustered and banging his head it was clear he was at war with himself. He just wanted to talk to her, he just was dominated by his mania not the humanity. Although it seems his humanity really lost patience quickly, probably feeling devastated to be so close yet so far from having clarity. This trip was proving to be quite educational for her already. Seeing first hand what Jack could do to a once normal man.
"He just wants to talk to you Angel try to make this better maybe he will help you. After all look at him, he is huge plus he has weapons. You...you don't."
Angel let out a sigh and smiled at the man with her bright blue eyes and pale face. "You should be more careful, I-mean doesn't it hurt when you hit your head on the metal? Um.." Angel shook her head. "Let's start over; what can I call you? Like do you have a name? Mine is Angel."

The Black Dragon

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #7 on: February 23, 2016, 05:30:14 pm »
"I told you we're done. Just give up now before we make it worse. Just walk away." Said the voice in his head, though, of course, as always, he didn't listen to the voice. Taking a step back as he looked down to her hips. Only one of his eyes were exposed for her to see. It was a saddened, confused, green eye. One that showed the torture inside of his mind and body. Dropping his hatchet down to his side as it clipped to his belt. Speaking in a now more frustrated tone. "Er! I told you! I want to conduct your flesh slit!" His demeanor was quickly shifting from more shy and reserved to that of aggression. Quickly reaching out to grip her wrist. "You must play with my spunk stick!" His eye giving her a faint glare through the pain.

"Just shoot yourself. This is a mess. I'll be surprised if she doesn't shoot us." The voice spoke to him irritatingly. Though, he was quickly growing angry at the voices as he released the young woman before him. Smacking against his head with his hand which contained an iron gauntlet screwed into his flesh. The metal contacting his skull making a loud "cling!" after every bang. Speaking out to himself in an angry tone. "The voices! Shut him up! Up!! SHUT HIM UP!! He keeps telling me to stop talking to the pretty lady!!" One last swing against his skull puncturing the skin as a trail of blood rolled down his shaved head.

He was a very big man: towering over the woman. The girth of his body focused on his chest and arms. His stomach and legs were actually quickly thin and fit: obvious from his lack of shirt. It was amazing that he could even hold himself up with how skinny his legs were compared to his chest and arms. His entire body was composed of pure muscle: that much was obvious.

Damnedprincess

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #6 on: February 23, 2016, 05:11:33 pm »
Slowly the girl looked up, to whom ever it was whom tapped her shoulder. In the same instant her eyes gazed over his body up to his face which seemed to be hidden by an mask she froze. He was one of what Pandora called, 'Psychos' or 'maniac'! How did one get on the train!? More importantly did he know who she was? Did HE really catch onto her disappearance that quick, not to mention the mess she left for him to clean up?
"H-how? Is he going to kill me!?"
She said to herself holding her breath, but then he spoke. Angel felt her face twitch. She could barely comprehend what just happen.
"D-did he just say he...pooped IN the cargo...this must be one of Jack's failed experiments it was rumored few escaped..."
Angel tilted her head a bit softly sh scratched her face, her hand covered by fingerless gloves. She didn't know what to say, but the failed experiments were rumored to be very unstable since they still have part of their old selves so she didn't want to be rude. But what does one say to something like that?

"Oh um don't worry it's pretty dirty in here I don't think they will notice..." She averted her blue eyes from his face trying not to stare either. It was easy to tell she was nervous not having been use to contact with another being before. Then he smashed his hatchet against his head and she quickly looked back over. "Uh.."She felt even more nervous and his next phrase was even more confusing.
"He wants to conduct my what?"
"Um, excuse me? I don't quite understand?"

The Black Dragon

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #5 on: February 23, 2016, 03:57:44 pm »
He sat in a cargo cart: separate from all other passengers aboard the train. Sitting upon the massive cargo as he peered out the window. Only to see a black haired woman boarding the lengthy train: his mind seeming to gather... For once. Both his mind and body finally in agreement as he simply looked to this woman... He felt... Soothed. Relaxed. He could actually... For once, since so long, remember his own name. He was no longer a psycho or a maniac. A murderer or a skitsophrenic. He was finally Robert once more... Or maybe even Bob? His rough tone slipping out of his lips: barely gripping to his sanity. "So pretty.."

He could barely mutter before making his way to the cabin she had entered. His internal voice slipping in once more to his mind: attempting to question the freak's incentives. "Oh dear god... Whatever you do, don't yell poop at her! Please! She may be able to show us some form of... Normality." As he finally reached the woman he struggled to gaather his thoughts again. Shaking the voices out of his head as he reached out to tap against her shrouded shoulder. Speaking in a hesitant, though angered, tone. "Er... I saw you so I pooped in the cargo..." Though, as soon as the words left his lips he pulled out his hatchet: smacking himself against the skull to knock sense back into him. "And.... You did it anyway." The voice muttered in his mind. "I.... Er.... You.... I want to conduct your flesh slit." A groan slipping into his mind. "We're so done."

Damnedprincess

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #4 on: February 23, 2016, 03:02:23 pm »
Quickly a cloaked figure entered the train, breathing heavily she looked up some light managed to touch her pale face. She felt that eyes look at her with rough glances, the people here were far from friendly looking.
"Are these vault hunters? They look so much more...mean then the first bunch. Doesn't matter I came this far I need to get to Roland. I need to arrive in Sanctuary."

Angel's words for now all in her head as she nervously looked down to the dusty train floor. She stowed herself in a corner hanging onto the bar above tightly. As the train began to move. She took a deep breath. She knew what came next, not all these faces would live. That was the point. Those who did would be given an option for they are worthy of choosing.

-- Side Information--
Once the train reaches its destination those left alive will meet up with a little boxy robot named ClapTrap. He will greet the survivors an take care of disposing the dead. Basically he was Jack's clean up. ClapTrap will direct the survivors to the two transport systems one goes only to Opportunity and the other Sanctuary. It was up to those to choose. Or they can ignore the travel station and enter Pandora through the cold tundra where a city over run by bandits lay; under control of Captain Flint they can fight their way though Liarsberg.
Angel couldn't direct their stories in this location it would be up to them to pick their own paths. Usually those who pick Opportunity go for Jack's promise of the vault fortune and high paying jobs. 50,000.00 signing bonus to all who go to Opportunity. Sanctuary although offers rare weapons, more diverse shops, and it's optional to join Roland's army unlike in Opportunity..

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« Reply #3 on: February 23, 2016, 01:54:07 pm »
A man in red, was already aboard the train, having heard of a vault, vault meant something, money, treasure, something to line his pockets. The man was sitting on a bench next to a few other 'normal' people, two swords on his back forming an X. He was sitting on his hands kicking his fee back and forth whistling a happy tune despite the glow atmosphere. The man looked to the women to his right. "So, how many chocolate bars did you have to eat to get your golden ticket? The women looked at him oddly before getting up and moving away from the man in a red jumpsuit. Well that's rude. He rolled his head to the man on the other side of him. Women, am I right? Can't live with em, can't have sex without them. The man gave him a small smile before looking down and away. Colorful bunch, I'm going to find better company! The man jumps up grabbing a large stuffed unicorn from under his seat and started to move through the train whistling a tune once more.


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The Black Dragon

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Re: Prequel
« Reply #2 on: February 23, 2016, 01:43:46 pm »
"dont do it... what did he ever do to you? just pretend you never saw him... Just walk away like nothing ever happened..."

This voice echoed through his mind as he approached a massive train; flipping a strange hatchet in his hand. he grew closer to a strange armored man who carried several intimidating looking weapons. he tried to resist his cannibalistic desires. to think like the gentleman he had once been before arriving upon this horrid rock.

"Lets just talk to him..." Though, instead, all that slipped from his lips was a loud yell. "A NEW MEAT PUPPET!!"

Screaming his words to the man before he threw the strange hatchet with a rotating, rigid, blade. the blade diving into the man's skull before he even had a chance to pull away or even notice. he watched so eagerly as the man's bob jerked in pain: the saw blade chewing away at the brain and causing him to jerk about.

He slowly made his way over to the man's now collapsed body with a cautious limp. Kneeling down over the corpse before yanking the blade from his skull; inspecting the blood dripping from the hatchet. "nnn.... Head juice... I broke him again." with that he reached down and sifted through his gear. arming himself with several of his gun and picking up some form of recording device. "Stupid jibber box." His words stern as he threw the device back: accidentally activating it.

Hearing the device speak of a secret, mystical, vault that required one to board the massive train. his eyes glancing to the other boarding the vessel. only to follow of sheer curiosity. sneaking upon the large train.

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Prequel
« Reply #1 on: February 23, 2016, 12:30:58 pm »
"You have no reason to trust me, but believe that in the end I am here to help you"

The lie began at having the world see me as a figment of artificial intelligence; just a machine full of mircochips, data, and lines of codes having to do nothing with anything other then zeros and ones. After all this way no one would think  HE was a bad person, this was the way HE rose into power over this planet. Perhaps at first he had good intentions but I can't recognize them now. Drowning in his own pit of power he changed as did I, under the weight of my own person...

He had me lead many to shallow graves; plunge the planet into constant bloodshed. So many innocent had fallen as I watched. Using the cameras linked into my mainframe we could see all over the planet but using my powers I could see more of what he couldn't. All those blank spots on his map the ones that remained unlit and under control of what he deemed bandits, murderers and criminals. His followers believed it too; hiding in their tall glass and metal framed homes when he tells them too. Making his pockets heavier and heavier by the day. Only this city didn't lay in poverty or ruin, and he kept expanding it as the population grew.

They all seem to be so ignorant of his plans, the ones he tells me, the one I am forced to carry out. Wires keep me pulsing with this planets power source, weird almost crystal bars radiating with some sort of drug, steroid, or power. As my body takes it in I radiate the power and can do may of things uncommon to others with my abilities. I seem to be able to charge shards of an ancient key, the more it lights up the sooner he is to purging the planet and sending it on a fast track to becoming a wasteland. The charging of the key seems to also be effecting the creatures living here, making them all more violent. The mines are leaking gases from these bars which can't be helping the planet's ozone. I could fix this; if I were free.

Yet again he has everyone thinking I am only artificial life, not flesh nor blood. Thus my heart has became cold just like that of the machine he wants; my intelligence is only what I can see through screens...

But I will make it enough to out smart him and free myself, no matter if it is by cold imbrace of Death or bittersweet touch of the outside worlds freedom. At this point I rather walk among the planet as a bandit or die like bad guy then allow this all to continue. If I go there is a chance to rebuild, all it will take is leading someone to his control core, to me. To find someone who is the hero this planet needs although that will be the problem.

"Angel, it's time send out the broadcast! Let's see how many more foolish fortune seekers come chasing after the magical vault and get exploded on my train! This time of day always makes me the happiest!"

"(Huh) Commencing phaseshift. Boardcasting recording in 3-2-1."

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