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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.
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.
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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?"
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Young male, late teens, early twenties perhaps. His systems scan for any kind of weaponry. Finding none, he's categorized as a non-threat. "Possibly. Where am I and what year is it?"
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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?"
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To see it alive and full of people, the way it should be, sets off a deep feeling of satisfaction within the Terminator. They had won. There's the briefest flicker of a smile before he answers. "Negative. There is nobody I know in this place."
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"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.
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'80s reunion up in here?
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?"
Woo-hoo!
He sizes up Murphy, internally wondering if he could take him, should the scenario come to that. An unknown model means unknown variables. Better to err on the side of caution for now. "Where am I?" He asks, his voiced colored by a thick Austrian accent.
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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.
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His question has not been answered. His eyes dart around, trying to find some clue as to where or when he is.
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"You are in Detroit, Cadillac Heights. It is...not safe here." OCP has plans and their rehabbers are on the way.
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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?"
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His head, and only his head, turns as he answers her questions, his expression unchanged. "I think I am lost." What is an appropriate response to the second one? He runs through a list of emotions in his head, each one categorized with their own picture to go along with it. He focuses on one of John shaking his head slowly back and forth, relaxing his face and copying it to create a rueful expression. "I do not. The last place I was aware of being was in Los Angeles, California."
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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."
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"My name is..." Well, he doesn't really have one, now, does he? The machine settles for using the spur of the moment name John gave him. "...Bob." He turns to a nearby person and abruptly grabs a short businessman in a suit. "Where can we find the authorities?" His people skills are nonexistent and the little man looks terrified of the looming figure in leather who has a iron death grip on his arm.
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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.
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He lets the man go as abruptly as he had grabbed him in the first place. The small man stumbles away, practically running as he casts terrified glances over his shoulder back towards the pair. The Terminator takes no notice of him.
"I did not mean to scare him." There's no apology in his voice, his tone flat. He had merely been doing what she had suggested. "I was trying to get an answer."
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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."
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"Yes, I am," he replies. She's given him a reason to finally move and he follows her, hovering close enough to be near if he needs to take the knife away, but far enough that she won't feel intimidate by his presence. "Do you know where I am?"
I'm so glad you replied, I was worried I was too late to get in on the party
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."
No such thing as never too late :)
"Did you mean to come here?" Maybe the the reason she has the knife is for protection. He wonders what sort of creatures are around that would warrant carrying a weapon.
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"The first time, a demon who called himself Maxwell deceived me. But this time, I was simply... here."
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"Are you all alone?" The question is asked softly, a tone approaching as close to tenderness as the Terminator can muster. What can he say, he's got a soft spot for those on their own, especially young kids.
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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."
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