TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[forgottendecade]

You look like you could use some repair.

[let others celebrate. after having some food, Joji sat back in his corner with a glass of wine and watched the rest of the hall, taking mental notes about all the different people that filled the chairs and the stage. he was slightly use to world traveling and had an idea about the world they were in, but the powers represented had made even his specialized senses hurt.

so when he saw the half-man, half-machine standing to the side watching as he was, Joji decided to get a better look. the mechanics were almost something he seen before on one world or another - almost in a way how his arm fused to his body - but there were large differences. it was still more soothing compared to the explanation of magic and shards.]

Do you self-repair?

[unclebob]

[When he heard a voice directed his way, the Terminator turned his head, and only his head, to the side. He took in the man, scanning him for possible weapons. About time someone knew him for what he was. He'd already been given a wide berth by the fairies, the insipid creatures twittering to themselves about "the giant golem".]

Negative. My systems aren't sophisticated enough to repair themselves.

[His left arm twitches in a pathetic sort of way. There's chrome bits all hanging out from the end of his leather jacket. He reaches across his body, cradling the end with his right hand.]

[forgottendecade]

That's unfortunate.

[It would have been better if he could repair in some way; Joji might have just needed to give it a little tweak to help. But since it was a lot more like his own cybernetics, it meant that it needed a lot more work than eating some food and drinking wine.

he set his glass down, flexing his artificial hand and feeling the crack as the mechanics protest yet again from being away from his home world. as it was, he knew that the pain and the unsettled nature of it will always cause him some grief even if he did return home. it was the price for his sins.]

I am unsure if these folk have the necessary tools here... However, I can at least attempt to repair it. I worked on cybernetics back home, and your system looks similar enough.

[unclebob]

[He was taken aback at the offer of help. He was more used to being the one to offer his assistance, not be on the receiving end. But he was not going to rebuff it. Sitting down on the bench next to Joji, the wood groaned under his weight. He turned so that the left side of his body was facing the other man.]

Thank you.

[Scanning him with his systems, they picked up on the artificial limb. They tried to place it, and when they found no comparison available in his databank, his system kept flashing 'Unknown make' on the side of his vision.]

Who designed your limb?

[forgottendecade]

I did.

[a simple statement and a little source of pride in those words. yes, there were others in dai-shocker that worked on the technology to create weapons like his arm, but they all lost their skills to war or transformations.

joji took the opportunity to look closer at the damage, calculating how much time and materials he would need to repair some of the pieces, other pieces were easy enough to fix even if he had to resort using forks and knives off the table to do so.]

I can repair some mobility to the arm for now, but it wouldn't last. I believe the fairies said they have a piece of technology called the Station where I may find better equipment to rebuild it to full working order... The flesh cover will need some grafting, but I am unsure how that can be arranged as of yet.

[unclebob]

I have never seen a human being able to make such advanced modifications to themselves.

[He sounds impressed. For all that he's grown to like them, humans can be a very stupid lot. The Terminator lets his infinite patience go to work while Joji works on his arm. Getting it back into any working order is going to take a wing and a prayer to achieve, but several of the smaller pieces easily bend and twist back into place. He shakes his head at the idea of skin grafts.]

The organic covering will heal by itself, with time. Except for the eye.

[forgottendecade]

I had need to do so, and the knowledge on how it works. [a slight shrug as he bent and twisted wires into place.] It still has some glitches but that's to be expected when I did not attempt a full modification mode.

[the world of v3 was where he decided on that. seeing how the changes affected that rider and how it spread among the other two, he realized that in exchange for the full transformation, he would lose a little of the skills that made himself who he was. besides, that also would mean to turn his back on the sins he had in his life.

he took a fork and used it to press a tricky wire into place, but some of the damage was what he feared and needed more than what he had here to repair it with.]

Ah, good. I do not think that the magic they talk of would be useful to use on you. From what I can see, I think it would interfere with your finer circuitry.

[unclebob]

Magic. I am not sure it exists. [It's a concept his electronic brain had never been designed to handle. The very integration of the idea keeps causing his systems to flicker in and out. Even with everything that has happened, being brought to this strange new world, being given a supposed enchanted locket, and having honest-to-God fairies flitting around the hall....well, it's a lot to take in for a machine used to calculating things in mathematical certainties.

He flexes his shoulder experimentally, first up and down, then around in a circle. Better work than he could've done trying to awkwardly work with his one still-functional hand. It's not a perfect patch, but it'll do for now. For once, he doesn't have to consult his memory banks on what to say in reply. He knows what words are due to the man.]

Thank you for your help.

[forgottendecade]

Yes, it does seem impossible even with what they have shown us. Magic belongs in story books or in tv shows, not paraded about in front of us.

[some worlds called the rider transformation a kind of magic. human bodies gifted with a spark that shifted with the right combination of need-power amplifier-trigger. as a creator of two world-bending drivers, he knew that there was more to it than just that. maybe magic was only another form of that something that gave riders their true forms.]

It was my pleasure. You design is far more advance than what I've seen in some places and I must admit I do have some curiosity as to how you were made. I also shall offer my services again whenever you need repairing.

[unclebob]

Thanks again. I can answer any questions you have regarding my make and model.

[He's always believed the worst in most human beings. They're selfish, stupid creatures at best and prone to their own destruction at worst. But this one has shown him a great deal of kindness. He wishes he'd asked John how human beings show appreciation for one another beyond the physical sensation of hugging, which he feels is not appropriate.]

What is your name?

[forgottendecade]

Joji. Do you have a name?

[a pure machine? a type of hybrid? maybe something more? he wasn't sure what he was and joji found it interesting, just like it was relaxing to do something that he was good at. he always was good with mechanics, and that was probably why dai-shocker brought him into their organization. that he also could twist reality to match their theories was probably only a bonus in their eyes until he outlived such usefulness.]

Where were you made? I haven't seen technology like yours in any worlds I have traveled through.

[unclebob]

I don't. [He pauses and thinks over his automatic response.] A boy I knew called me Bob.

I am-- I was a Terminator. Model 101. [Normally, he'd debate telling too much about the future to someone he didn't know. It could cause all sorts of bad effects. But from what he had seen, Skynet could never gain a foothold in this world. There just wasn't enough technology for them to use, even including the Station he had been hearing about.] I was made in a factory by Skynet. It's the sentient supercomputer from the future I came from.

[forgottendecade]

[no real name just a make and model number. it sounded a lot like the troopers for shocker, each one maybe had been a real person before their modification but the machine demanded total loyalty, something that he never questioned in himself until the drivers disappeared and he was blamed.]

Bob is a good name. I believe it is short for Robert and there are many loyal kings and knights who bore that name.

[a future world and a computer that became its ruler. joji filed the information as for something to think about later, nodding at the explanation. an advance machine could craft such a thing; just look at the neo lifeform and it's idea of playing with the lives of others.]

Do you believe in the theory of multiple worlds?

[unclebob]

[He's from a world where the future is a malleable thing. Each change can possibly produce an alternate. The theory of multiple futures is only one step away from the theory of multiple worlds. His systems can accept the idea without freezing up or glitching.]

Yes. The world I am from has clear differences from this one.

[forgottendecade]

Good. There are more worlds than this one; I've traveled through them over the course of several years. This one is by far the strangest of those worlds, but more in the lack of technology than in anything else.

[the magic might be just another form of the power he had seen in some riders. not v3, no. that one was machine blended with a man. different than this strange killing machine.]

You were created for war... what changed?

[unclebob]

I was reprogrammed by a man named John Connor. He sent me to the past to become his protector when he was a child.

[His eyes crinkle up into an expression of wistfulness. He'll probably never see his young friend again, but their short time together has left an indelible mark upon the machine and the way he thinks.]

I learned a lot from him. He showed me what humanity had to offer.

[forgottendecade]

Traveling through time was possible in your world?

[the calculations to do so were near impossible for a human mind... but no, he said he was made by a computer. a computer would be able to find the right key if that was what it wished to do.

dai-shocker went through worlds to control and destroy. it was good that they never was able to change time as well.]

Humanity is a surprising race. I take it that you're more aware of matters than others like you?

[unclebob]

Yes. It was rarely used, for fear of changing the past.

[Fears that, in the end, had proven to be correct. He nods again at the second question.]

Terminators' CPUs can learn from the people around them, but they are set to read-only when we are sent into the field. Mine was reset.

[Even now, his systems are taking in the data he's receiving from this conversation. It pours over it, adding to his memory banks, and compiling it to reach conclusions he had been unaware of before.]