Woodlocke City

[Naval]

 "Well...I don't know what is it is to feel...but I do have a focused mind, and have no worries..So I belive they call that happiness, as for my constrotion. Well I belive I was built ummmm ah! 5 months ago. Oh and since you all have nick names, I figured to give myself one. So I perfer to be called Mikey, it has a certin ring to it." He folds his arms and his boiler seems to hum in a alomst musical sound...

[Cecilia Peromi]

"Mikey, I like that. So what else do you remember Mikey?"

[Naval]

"I do know that.... I was made to kill outsiders...whatever that is.."

[The Past]

Geoff scratched his head. "So... you were made for the police, I'm guessing..."

[Cecilia Peromi]

"Well the past is the past. Your free now your purpose is whatever you believe it is. What DO you think your purpose is now Mikey?"

[Grovygrunge]

Xander's ears twitched a little as heard the name 'Mikey'. He didn't like that name, as far as he was concerned it didn't have a particularly nice ring to it. He frowned slightly but shrugged it off.

[The Past]

Geoffrey spit the gum into a piece of scrap paper.

So the steam bot really does have some sort of sentience. He wondered how such a thing was even possible. Then again, he didn't understand much about steam bots in general. At least he knew Mikey wasn't going to arrest him or anything.

[Angder]

Name: Duernab
Age: 25
Species: White Tiger
Power: None.
Clothing/armor: Police uniform, slightly damaged from extended use
Weapons: shock rifle, Police baton (Shock).
Appearance: White Tiger, covered in scratches across the face and arms, constant scowl.
Personality: Cruel, arrogant, a twisted sense of honor.
Occupation: Police officer ((Flat out villain character, very few redeeming features))
Backstory: One of the people who hunt those with powers, Duernab's methods are simple but effective Find, Kill. He has no issue murdering, and leaves the morality to philosophers and poets. He has a long history of successful kills.

((Going to wait for Zaida's go ahead.))

((Edit: actually will PM her, due to one of the rules requesting it.))

Post Merge: October 27, 2015, 11:13:47 PMDuernab Passes through a busy street, on his back was his gun, in his hand a crumpled piece of paper, actually a pair of pieces, but thats hard to see from a distance, and few dared get close to him. The crowd almost seemed to split ahead of him, allowing him to pass through easily and quickly.

He had tracked this killer so far. Xander. These jobs were always easy, they were reckless, scared. Always made the first move. Always died easily. Or ran. Not that running helped. He turns off the busy street, into an alleyway, and heads towards the industrial area. Could not be far now...

[Grovygrunge]

Xander cleared his throat loudly, not pleased with the fact they were all basically right outside the door to the workshop. "We actually planning on going anywhere or are we gonna sit around here? Here is fine I guess."

[Cecilia Peromi]

"I don't know a lot about this city. I don't really have a place to go. Do you have any suggestions Xander?

[The Past]

Geoff grunted and scratched his head again. "Y-yeah... how about we get something to eat?"

[Farewell]

She sat in the room silent looking at the floor memories passing through her mind. "Is he He's right..." She asked with a soft mumble looking up to gaze out the window, watching the city below.

[Cecilia Peromi]

"That's a good idea, do you know a good restaurant nearby?"

[Grovygrunge]

Xander's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Two of us are broke! We can't exactly afford to go to a restaurant."

[The Past]

Geoff checked his coin sack for a moment. It was pitifully light. "I, uh... Gotta have more somewhere," he mumbled, "G-give me a moment..."

He headed back inside to pick out any change he might have lying about.