originally posted in:The New Dojo
The machine showed no sign of life, but it's metal feathering brushed softly in the wind. It had slight rust marks on the ends of the feathers, beak, and talons.
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[b]The N7 looked for a way, anyway to help it[/b]
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While the machine was definitely lifeless, it was also clear that it was clockwork in nature, and a large winding port was on it's back. An good spot of omni-gel could harden into the correct shape, or the N7 could use the key conveniently held by the being.
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[b]The man did so, winding it as much as he could[/b]
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[spoiler]The Omni-gel or the key?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Key[/spoiler]
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After the winding process was complete, the key ejected from its port. The ticking returned, and the gears on the shoulders began to spin rapidly. A slight series of plinking came from the head, as though a music box was playing. The song subsided, and the machine climbed to its feet, regarding the soldier. "Gre-eet, N-7, Hu-human. Thank-ank you fo-r wi-ind-inding me. I-I am etern-eter-eternally in-in-in yo-ur debt." The machine stuttered out, nodding.
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"Uh yeah. Just don't call me N7. Roy will do. Or sensei."
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"Ve-er-er-ry well, Ro-y. It is-is-is a ple-as-pleasure to m-eet yo-u. I am o-ft-en referred to a-s-" Roy's translator didn't quite pick the name up. The various mechanical eyes blinked.
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"I'll call you Clock Meister. Is that alright with you?"
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"D-do yo-u wi-i-i-sh to-o b-e calle-called Me-at Sac-k?"
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"Yeah sure go for it. Reminds of an old game."
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The machine blinked. Then cocked it's head. "Per-per-perhap-s that carr-rr-rries little me-aning t-o y-y-you. C-cloc-k Mi-est-er i-s conside-red high-ly-ly in-insens-itive amon-g-g-g my peo-ple."
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"Oh sorry. How about Mechanist?"
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"Th-a-that is 59 Ti-me-s more accurat-accurate. It will su-ff-ff-ff-ff-ice." The machine walked into the Dojo, much more graceful in movement than in voice. [spoiler]End[/spoiler]