Whatsyourface
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Apollo narrowed his eyes and stood his ground as many other people started to trip and try to keep their balance. “My name, is Apollo. I will only engage you, if you engage me. It would be best you do not try to engage something, that you do not understand.” He had no desire to look weak in front of those people he lead.
Father could be heard inside Apollo’s head. “Be weary of this one.” Apollo looked right at the bot who stood in front of him to see what she would do next.
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“No. Don’t neither of ya’ll need to be fighting. I ain’t let either of you do nothin’ that you goin’ regret later.” Jerrel stood in a stance to have both Baylet and Takra in his eyes. “Don’t need neither of you to be pullin’ that demonic shit.” He saw his eyes flash. It occured to Jerrel that actually Takra could possibly have a demon inside of him that is causing this. Or that he could just be crazy and/or have anger issues. Either way….
Jerrel intent on stopping them from clashing. “Let’s go Baylet.” Jerrel motions her to walk off with him putting his hand on her back and walking around him in the way of Takra if he chooses to lunge Baylet. Why am I doin’ this. This guy is mad fast. I might be fast but I ain’t as fast as he is…. Jerrel then walks bringing Baylet, off to follow Miwa back to the school and leave Takra alone.
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Apollo looks around as shadow asks that. “These people choose to follow me. So, yes. I would say I am the leader.” He says to him. “I can use all the help I can get.”
Then Apollo heard someone else, but louder, as the ground shook. Apollo makes his way through the crowd as his fists clench to meet the voice of the one who called. He walks out the crowd to the where the the voice came from and stopped 5 feet in front of her.
He might be difficult to recognize due to the fa t that he is not a mass production robot, and was a computer given a body. “I am.” Apollo said assertively standing upright and ready to dash at her any moment with both his fists clenched. The tremor she caused Apollo to think she may be here to challenge him.
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Jerrel put his hand on Baylet’s shoulder and then stood in front of Baylet. “Now, ain’t no need for alla that again.” Jerrel said looking straightly at Takra with a neutral, deadpan facial expression.
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Option select: >TAKE the thing on the floor. It could possibly be useful.
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“Oh, yeah. Right. She thinks your an angel.” Jerrel jumps down and slows down slightly before he reaches the ground and lands. Then he walks off into the forest with Miwa to where he last remember Baylet was.
Eventually he finds her. “YO!” Jerrel calls out to her. “We gotta talk bout this. We can’t have you bein’ petrified of this nice lil girl for the rest of the year. She ain’t even an angel. She just an alien, with wings, thats knows magic.  LOOK AT DAT FACE” Jerrel  turns into a blur as he appears next to Baylet leaning down to her level with his head next to hers as he points to Miwa. “Do she like a killa to you?!”
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Apollo was listening. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like violence was breaking out yet. Still, he had to be strong, so that he could protect those unable to defend themselves, and be able to lead a group. Hopefully the rest will follow. Apollo then decided it would be best to have his own opinion heard.
“Mankind did not choose death!” He shouts. He jumps 10 feet into the air and lands on a car. “But, that is irrelevant. Whether or not they choose to die, we are whats here. And it is now we choose . All of us must work together. Let us all band together, and return this city and soon this world to what it was before…this…” Apollo himself wondered about how the world should change. Humans were not perfect. But they were and intelligent race who did great things and dreamt of doing great things. Apollo wished to carry on the legacy of the humans who wanted to help the world. “And let us improve on this world, and make it a place for all to live…”
He jumped down from the top of the car. “We should go to the power plant. Work on bringing power back. Before people begin to run out of fuel.” Apollo was not sure how long all these robots would last without some type of fuel. Not all of them had some rare nuclear element like he did to keep them operating indefinitely. People could just sustain themselves by feeding from organic matter, but he was unsure if any robot here was capable of doing that. He started towards the power plant. “Anyone may join me. This is something more easily done not alone, and I welcome anyone’s help.” Some people followed him, but not everybody.
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((The robot should look at the two things behind it. They seem important.))
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“Yeah. Thanks!” Jerrel said. Bout time somebody realized how awesome I am. He smiled to himself. Miwa wasn’t saying much. And he figured, well. Since she didnt seem to be doing much.
“Why don’t we just go and try and convince Baylet your not a demon and not trying to kill her. She’s hunting right now.”
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Kal listened to Jet as he spoke and told it of these things that it had no previously known.
“Perhaps this place should be destroyed.” Kal said as it looked towards the hospital. “Should it fit the negative features of your description.”
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Jerrel sounds a bit more casual and he says “Naw. I just kinna jumped n’ landed in fronta you is all.” He says smirking at his own abilities. “Just used the air to launch maself up.”
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Jerrel rubs the back of his head and smiles a bit. A lot of people are repelled by Jerrel, but people around here seem to like him. Miwa ironically was like a sort of little sister he never had, but with wings, from another planet and a different skin tone (I’m assuming), not that any of that mattered to Jerrel at all. She was nice to him and to Jerrel that was pretty much all that really mattered.
“You? A demon? How-” He remembered the scars she concealed earlier and decided it would be best to not bring up her past again. Jerrel hisses his teeth as he began “Maaaaaan, Miwa, you ain’t no demon. If you talkin’ bout evil creatures, you ain’t evil. Neither is Baylet really. There are people on this earth more evil then everyone then everyone in this school put together. I’d know. I’ve met some. You ain’t a monster.” Jerrel said.
“You just someone who look different. Light can be bad. N’ dark can be good. Ain’t no reason for you to go thinkin’ you a demon.” Jerrel said crossing his arms. Then he scratched the back of his head “If you mean by evil or bad. Or something. And not a species…”
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Jet had a brief moment to see Kal’s throat as it spoke to him. Seeing as how when it’s mouth stayed open and simply emitted the sound. Having no need for a tongue or to move it’s mouth. “It had come recently. A few minutes before your arrival.” Inside it was dark of course but the grey could be barely seen. The movement of Kal’s throat didnt seem to have much to do with it either.
“You are not yet fully recovered. What will you eat? Do you not think it may be best to rest here?” Kal looked at Jet. “You seem to show disdain for the place. As do others. Why?” It asked Jet.
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Apollo’s eyes fling open. His pupils shrinking. Data in his eyes flashing. He raises his hands to his face. Clenching his fist. He rises to witness the world he (or it) has never physically experienced or seen wholly on his own. He gathered data on the the world him from inside the room. He had several plugs stuck into into him as he resided in a dark bunker. He was laying on a table. Secured my locks with a plug on the back of his head.
“Come my son.” The locks are undone and he can now safely disconnect the cord at the back of his head. “There is much to do.” Apollo gets up from the table as he sees a man. Or what looks like. Something only he can see. Sort of like a digital ghost. A figment of his mind. An echo of a man that once was. “There is much to do.” Apollo rose from the table and walked out.
He walked out into a lab, and in the lab he saw a blue frozen cryo container. And walked up to it to see it’s content. He rubbed condensation from the glass. And saw a child in it. Someone also who is all but dead, though she is preserved. “She will come later…” The man says.
Apollo then turns  to him. He as he walks out and then leaves the lab. When he walks out he is wearing a trench coat, jeans, a belt, a white shirt and cowboy like boots he found. He walks onto the rooftop as he sees the Doctor’s final words. Apollo looks down at the robots and then he says. “It may not be long before they begin to fight.” “Precisely. It is time for you to act my son. To bring this world into a new age.”
“I will father.” Apollo says with determination. He continues to say. “I will rid this world of scarcity and bring it into a new age. By any means. Even if that means wiping out lower forms of intelligence.” He says as he clenches his fist as he walks off the roof.
He walks in towards the ground level with his black helmet on. He surveyed it before deciding his next move. He found a crow bar lying around. A crude instrument to one, but simple and relatively efficient object to Apollo. He looked on it no lower then any other weapon as he picked it up to make it his own and hid it well his trench coat while no one was looking. He then merged with the crowd again.
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Jet feels sees Kal’s tail lowered in front of him. Soon it grabs around under his shoulder and retracts as it hoists him up towards the rooftop, slowly. Then he is brought face level to Kal. Who then walks further towards the center of the roof to evade being seen and places him on the ground in front of him.
Kal looks at him. “Could they not fully recuperate  you?” It asks Jet.