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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 21, 2011 20:51:54 GMT
Peter took his belt buckle out from inside his jacket and considered handing it over. He didn't and instead just held it looking at the doctor with narrowed eyes.
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 21, 2011 22:02:33 GMT
"What do you mean ...?" Peter asked, almost insulted that someone would call his work "old fashioned" he'd made that himself, it didn't need to be remoddeled by someone who'd never heard of the letter "W" "It's fine ..."
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 22, 2011 17:56:03 GMT
"Interesting ..." Peter said looking around "... very interesting,"
Valhalla was the right way to describe it, the room full of scientists was a haven for technicians and even better for sociopathic ones. Peter took a step towards a table, threw the test tube rack on it off and laid down his belt.
"Alright ... you can help me power this up ..."
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 22, 2011 21:55:59 GMT
Peter frowned, he was curious as to what the system was, so quite simply he asked.
"Specifically, what is this system?" He inquired.
So far he'd spotted three things out of the corner of his eye that he wanted to steal ... and fourteen things that he could use to kill this man with either an annoying speech impediment or who somehow didn't realise how the English pronounced their "W"'s.
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 23, 2011 18:53:31 GMT
"... Whatever you say zappy," He agreed, gazing at her with narrow eyes.
"... You're very clever ..." Peter agreed, looking at the computer display. "That is very, very clever ... Dr ... what did you say your name was?"
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 23, 2011 20:25:12 GMT
The idea of taking Decade in one hand and snapping it's neck was appealing. But, if he died then these people would get his equipment. It was a tough decision to make. He clicked his tongue and then looked at the equipment on the screen.
"Alright ... alright. Let's go ..." He agreed.
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 23, 2011 21:19:18 GMT
"How about black ..." He said as the bits of the armour were re-arranged before him "Scarred a little maybe thin- no ... wait yes thinner but carrying weapons and ammunition ..." He started to walk behind "The Doctor" "And ... how good are you with holographic ... stuff,"~Like this~ Cross
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 23, 2011 21:49:35 GMT
Peter looked at it and smiled. He may have to keep the Doctor alive if he was able to do stuff like this. This intense little German man was certainly good at his job ...
"... Well that is ... that's certainly impressive ..." He said "There's an AI unit inside ... but it's still linked to it's original owner and won't work with me unless I'm about to die," He explained, the doctor clearly proving himself now "Can you do something about that?"
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 23, 2011 22:32:23 GMT
"Watson sounds good ..." He said "I want to mess with the rider I stole it from ... when he see's his AI helping me ..."
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 23, 2011 23:30:24 GMT
Peter's eyes widened and he dropped downwards. That b*tch! He growled and clutched his side, trying to keep all his blood in. He growled and started writhing on the stretcher, refusing to lose conciousness ...
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 24, 2011 18:03:46 GMT
Peter cried out as the drills bored into his skull, eyes shut tightly. He could barely hear the doctor so it was hard to tell if the words he said (specifically "I am going to kill you!" ) was a response to the Doctor or just a random threat.
Whatever it was he was ready ... sort of.
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 24, 2011 23:27:31 GMT
The Doctor was right, Peter could breathe inside the tube. He could also scream, but within the tube all that happened was a few bubbles coming from his mouth as his mouth opened wide.
He was in pain, agony, almost passing out but just barely holding onto life.
Ironically the thing keeping him alive was the thought of killing others ...
Kamen Rider V's head being bashed against his coffee table ...
Kamen Rider Getsu getting stabbed through the chest with her own sword ...
Tearing X-Press's belt out and then garrotting him with it.
And he still had to deal with Karazu Miyazaki, he still had to deal with the one who got away.
Peter's eyes opened, he stopped holding back the scream and roared with determination, throwing his arms out, determined to pull himself through.
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 25, 2011 10:45:21 GMT
Peter felt like his entire body was exploding, the container he was in shattered, glass and whatever viscous formula he'd been "drowning" in was sent hurtling across the room. Smoke was going all throughout the room. As it began to dissipate and the dust began to settle a laugh could be heard.
"Now this ... is interesting," Peter agreed.
He was standing there in some sort of black and red armour with a skull etched into the faceplate. He was looking at his right arm and flexing the massive, sharp fingers on it. Ammunition packs and holsters were all over him. He started to walk forward and knelt down in front of the Doctor.
"You realise that the last time a secretive organisation made me make a suit of armour I broke out and stole a lot of their stuff?" He said.
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 25, 2011 18:33:33 GMT
Peter stood up and smiled at the three people before him.
"I do like you people ..." Peter agreed, his skull-mask slid back to reveal his face behind it. "We have similar interests, similar goals ... and a lot of work to do,"
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Post by Peter Saint on Sept 26, 2011 17:37:59 GMT
Peter started to laugh, the doctor was right. He was home, along with a bunch of people who weren't going to shut him in a room and have him play with machines but who were encouraging him to kill in whatever way he wanted ...
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