Post by Collier on Feb 4, 2019 17:23:04 GMT -6
Collier's PL: 24 | Bling's PL: 14,938
Collier sighed irritably, brushing sand off his tailored shirt and whipping out a comb to keep his hair in place - grumbling about 'roughing it' as he did so. Flipping the comb as if it were a knife, he caught the handle after tossing it up and deposited it in his pocket. Stretching, he glanced over at the eight-foot brightly colored robot tossing Saibamen around like beanbags. Nothing odd there. If anything was odd, it was that Bling was taking so long to dispose of the cannon fodder. One of them, primitive gears cranking in its' head, realized Collier would probably be an easier target and lunged - only making it a few inches before Bling's arm snapped out, crushing the Saibaman's legs and tossing it harshly into the sandy ground which erupted in a plume of particles - some of which restuck to Collier's recently cleaned clothes. He threw his hands up exasperatedly. "Doing great, Bling, but could ya please not make such a big mess?"
Bling, of course, did not respond - as the android didn't really speak. It wasn't as if Bling couldn't so much as he didn't unless explicitly requested to or in dire circumstances. There was a noticeable shift in the fighting, however, the robot working extra hard to keep the majority of the green little buggers further away from Collier's vantage point. One of them wisened up, gaining distance before unleashing a barrage of acid. It made contact with Bling's armor, hissing for a moment before suddenly sliding off as if it was rain upon a window. "Not gonna work, idiots. Bling's made with... Alien metals and stuff. The kind they use in super tough spaceships and all that."
Perhaps he was going a bit loopy, having been out in the wastes for the third day in a row now with nothing but Bling and himself for any sort of conversation. Whatever he was almost done - soon he'd return and collect some of the cash offered to dispose of the especially large pod of Saibamen that had been planted by a rival gang... or whatever. Collier didn't care and didn't ask about specifics unless his life required said information. ...Gee, it sure was boring around here.
Collier sighed irritably, brushing sand off his tailored shirt and whipping out a comb to keep his hair in place - grumbling about 'roughing it' as he did so. Flipping the comb as if it were a knife, he caught the handle after tossing it up and deposited it in his pocket. Stretching, he glanced over at the eight-foot brightly colored robot tossing Saibamen around like beanbags. Nothing odd there. If anything was odd, it was that Bling was taking so long to dispose of the cannon fodder. One of them, primitive gears cranking in its' head, realized Collier would probably be an easier target and lunged - only making it a few inches before Bling's arm snapped out, crushing the Saibaman's legs and tossing it harshly into the sandy ground which erupted in a plume of particles - some of which restuck to Collier's recently cleaned clothes. He threw his hands up exasperatedly. "Doing great, Bling, but could ya please not make such a big mess?"
Bling, of course, did not respond - as the android didn't really speak. It wasn't as if Bling couldn't so much as he didn't unless explicitly requested to or in dire circumstances. There was a noticeable shift in the fighting, however, the robot working extra hard to keep the majority of the green little buggers further away from Collier's vantage point. One of them wisened up, gaining distance before unleashing a barrage of acid. It made contact with Bling's armor, hissing for a moment before suddenly sliding off as if it was rain upon a window. "Not gonna work, idiots. Bling's made with... Alien metals and stuff. The kind they use in super tough spaceships and all that."
Perhaps he was going a bit loopy, having been out in the wastes for the third day in a row now with nothing but Bling and himself for any sort of conversation. Whatever he was almost done - soon he'd return and collect some of the cash offered to dispose of the especially large pod of Saibamen that had been planted by a rival gang... or whatever. Collier didn't care and didn't ask about specifics unless his life required said information. ...Gee, it sure was boring around here.
