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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/10/2017 11:19:22 PM
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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]
