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The Terminator/T-800 ([personal profile] unclebob) wrote in [community profile] voicetest2014-03-12 01:21 pm

Setting: A generic street

The machine is puzzled. It's an odd emotion, but no stranger than the others he has felt over the past few days. Why is he still here? He was lowered into molten metal and went offline. That should have been the end of it. Should have, but was not. Now he is here, wherever "here" might be.

What is his purpose now? His mission has been fulfilled. John is safe. So the tall robot stands there with an unnatural stillness about him, staring out as the people pass on by. His face wears a small expression of befuddlement.
sociably: (derps all over the place)

[personal profile] sociably 2014-03-13 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Shouhei's leaving HOMRA right then, sleeves of his jacket rolled up and a bright smile on his face as he ambles down the street away from the bar and towards home. Though more and more, HOMRA and his comrades within the gang are coming to represent home for him.

His smile falters a bit when he catches sight of the man standing alone, the only non-mover in a sea of busy busy people, and Shouhei sidles up, head tilted to one side as he speaks up.

"Ah...are you lost, mister?"
sociably: (no more derp 8()

[personal profile] sociably 2014-03-14 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Shouhei's easy-going grin slips a little as the man looks down and stares at him. It reminds him a little of walking into HOMRA and having the attention of everyone inside suddenly on him. This guy looks like he could easily be part of a gang too, tall and looming.

Although, that's certainly not the question he's expecting.

"Where are you and what year is it?" He echoes the question stupidly, not sure if this is part of some elaborate set up or if this dude really doesn't know. "It's July of 2011 and you're in Japan right now. Shizume City. Are you looking for someone?"
sociably: (what a confused derp)

[personal profile] sociably 2014-03-15 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, it looks like his answer's well-received, and the man's smile elicits a responding one before Shouhei's (often slow) brain fully processes the words spoken and his smile goes fizzling out again.

"Then, how come you're here in Shizume City? Is it for a business trip?"

The man does seem distinctly un-Japanese. Foreigners come to Japan all the time for business trips, right? And it would explain why he seems to be so lost.
all_cop: (blue steel?)

'80s reunion up in here?

[personal profile] all_cop 2014-03-14 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Detroit is a much safer city than it was, for the moment. But still, Murphy knows crime doesn't sleep, so his car still prowls the streets, looking for signs of trouble.

And that, there, looks like trouble.

His car rolls to a stop, and he sits for a moment, waiting for the figure to movie. Caucasian male, nothing else. His head tilts, puzzled, as he pushes out of the car's seat, rising to his feet.

"Do you need assistance, citizen?"
all_cop: (my head is shiny)

[personal profile] all_cop 2014-03-14 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The accent marks the newcomer as a stranger. His CPU sets off on a race to track the accent down through his voice stress protocols, but he sense no deception.

Still, the question is a puzzle. Is he asking about the street? The city?

Murphy's head tilts, with a whir of servomotors. "Are you in need of medical assistance? Are you suffering memory loss from traumatic head injury?" He's looking, but he can't see obvious damage.
all_cop: (stop asking me if I like daft punk)

[personal profile] all_cop 2014-03-15 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
'Negative'. That sounded like...him, really, something he would say, a programmed answer to an OCP protocol.

"You are in Detroit, Cadillac Heights. It is...not safe here." OCP has plans and their rehabbers are on the way.
creatuned: (Look to the sky)

[personal profile] creatuned 2014-03-14 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Admittedly, Taeko is going into this rescue mission a composed mess of nerves. Per protocol, Coppelion teams usually embark in their designated teams, but with Ibara and Aoi injured running their last objective, Taeko is left on her own. A survivor was lost in these streets, but with him or her giving off such a low heat signature it was hard for sensors to detect if the individual was young, old, or in between. The sparse details add to her unease, but this is her job. She needs to put those fears aside for the survivor's sake.

With a wave goodbye to Vice-Principal Mishima and the rest of the higher-ups, she steps out of their transport vehicle towards the streets. Suddenly, a flash of light blinds her, drowns out her surroundings to the point that they're painted white, and wind rushes at her like a blizzard. Instinctively, she holds her breath until... whatever this is stops and she lands on another street corner. In her direct line of vision stands a tall man, seemingly still down to his fingertips and toes, and gazing out of focus -- a peak at him from over her glasses confirmed such.

"Sir, are you lost?" Taeko calls out as she runs towards him. "I'm with Coppelion's Medical Rescue Team. I'm here to..." Her words taper into a fragment as she slows down at his side. Noise. Pedestrian noise, around them. She sees people pass by them casually, carrying out conversations or going about jobs, errands, or meetups.

In other words, bustling. Nothing like the depleted, near-deserted old capital she expected to run her mission in.

"Sir, do you... know where we are?"
creatuned: (I need to think on that one...)

[personal profile] creatuned 2014-03-15 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were in America?" Taeko asks, scrunching her brown to think. She takes a breath, and another realization strikes her. She sniffs. The air is clean, lacking the nuclear toxins that poisoned Japan's old capital's atmosphere but she and the other Coppelion, thanks to their genetic engineering, were able to breathe. "If neither of us know where we are, we should find an authority like the police. Maybe they can help us."

She removes a GPS tracker from her medical bag, but when she switches it on its screen shows nothing but static. A fried electricity buzzes from its speaker. Frowning, she stashes it away.

She pivots back to him, then dips into a bow. "I'm Taeko Nomura. I was sent on a mission to recover a stranded survivor, but it seems like we're both lost." A wry smile punctuates the statement. She motions to the passersby. "If we ask these people, one of them must know where we can find the authorities."
creatuned: (Trouble at the helm)

[personal profile] creatuned 2014-03-20 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Taeko smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Bob. Don't worry. We'll figure this out!" She imagines if Ibara were here with her, she would pump a determined fist and sport a toothy grin. She'll need to channel her elder's gung-ho initiative to get them someplace safe and secure.

A passerby shrugs her off after she asks them for directions. Frowning, she turns, about to approach a new person when she sees Bob accosting the businessman. "A-aah, please put him down! You're scaring him," she protests, lunging at Bob and latching onto the arm grabbing the poor stranger. She looks around to see other people nearby staring and scuttling away from the spectacle.

"I'm sorry, sir," she apologizes to the businessman as she tries to loosen Bob's grip on him to no avail. He's strong -- inhumanly so. Ibara's genetic engineering makes her stronger than the average person as well, but he feels cold somehow. Metallic, even.

"Please let him go, Bob. We can ask someone else, but threatening people like that isn't going to help," she pleads. Between him seizing the stranger and possessing such a powerful grip, Taeko is beginning to fear him a little bit as well.
darkanddreamless: (and loneliness)

[personal profile] darkanddreamless 2014-03-18 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
A young girl-- no older than 13, at the most-- passes him. She's walking purposefully, pale eyes scanning around for... something. In one hand, she carefully holds a vividly-colored lotus blossom.

In the other, she holds a large kitchen knife; the manner in which she's holding it implies her intentions with it are anything but benign.

She pauses, glancing the man over, before quickly moving on, searching the area around him for whatever it is she seeks.

"You're new."
darkanddreamless: (I'm not grieving for you)

I'm so glad you replied, I was worried I was too late to get in on the party

[personal profile] darkanddreamless 2014-03-19 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There is little reason to worry about her using it on anything as large as him-- or anything larger than herself at all, really.

She stares up at him with wide eyes, though her expression is unreadable-- honestly, it's difficult to tell if there is any real emotion behind it at all.

"I'm not sure it has a name. You aren't the only one who didn't mean to come here."
darkanddreamless: (Default)

[personal profile] darkanddreamless 2014-03-19 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. But it isn't the first time I've been taken somewhere I had no intention of going." Yet, somehow, she can't help but feel that the same man responsible for the first time has nothing to do with this-- his world was empty, lonely. This one is full of life and patchworked with different pockets of worlds. No, this is something else.

"The first time, a demon who called himself Maxwell deceived me. But this time, I was simply... here."
darkanddreamless: (I'm not grieving for you)

[personal profile] darkanddreamless 2014-03-20 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
"For now."

The statement is oddly ominous, especially considering the subtle shift in her grip on the knife's handle.

"My twin sister, Abigail, is nearly here."