MaraTwasHere
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Cy’s ear started to itch from a buzzing there. Her systems turned on with a whir in her chest and her eyes clicked open. She sat up, straining to listen more closely to the crash of glass far off. Listening more closely she could hear nothing she could quite make out clear enough to know if she was actually hearing what sounded to be a bar fight. But a quick glance around the room showed no uproar…Standing up and bending down to the sullied wooden floor she touched the ground to feel the vibrations as the  bar was quite large. Yep. The crashing was coming from the men’s room. Trying not to look too suspicious she toed her way over before knocking on the door. “Is everything alright in there?” She really wanted to avoid seeing any human reproductive parts, but if OGA experiment was having physical troubles other than vomiting she should do what she came for; help him.
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Cy finished the can of battery acid before letting her chin drop onto the bar counter. Her left eye, a monitor, showed her battery was half full by the icon. It could probably last her half a week, but the logical machine part of her insisted they shut down to conserve energy. Which is just what she did. All very quickly her body cut off completely before her red eyes went dark and fell shut.
From afar, she looked asleep with her arms cradling her head on the bar, but the stillness of her breathing might have alarmed anyone who was looking.
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Varali Bala claps laughing heartily at Ana and Dayla. “Welcome!” Stella stares at them all looking like a social reject, fiddling with her skirt as she looked between the ‘hot’ attitude of Ana, someone who seemed like a fire ball and Dayla a very pretty and seemingly caculating woman. “Uh…its okay, Alex.” She patted the boy’s shoulder, and even though she really didn’t know what was happening with him she knew he seemed a bit stressed.
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She watched with her eyes as he exited the bar to the bathroom, before scanning the bar once more for the other machine that would be looking for Jack. What are the chances of it coming here? She thought to herself, knowing the machine half would do the math for her. 85.5% chance it decided, and Cy took another sip wondering if this drunken man that fit in with the crowd was really worth the trouble.
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“Guessing how I found you asleep here you’ve have crossed over your limit?” She asked, leaning back and smiling her voice filled with humor. “You know, its not good to fall asleep in bars. That’s how people get raped.”
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“Its battery acid.” She grinned slightly at his look of distaste. “Would you like to take a sip? I don’t think it’ll kill you instantly. And who knows, it might be a better death than the one coming at you right now?”
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“Thank you.” She said though the word was foreign in her mouth. The bar tender came with what looked like a large black battery. He punched a hole in the top which let out a steam of fumes before passing it over to her.
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Her eyes flicked over to him from where she was ordering a drink from a tablet menu. “How old are you?” She shot back, her tone sounding a bit guarded though her face was expressionless.
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Cyborga shoved open the door the bar though she looked far too young to be attending such a place where alcohol was being served. However the way her movements were precise it was clear she was not human, at least not fully. She stopped in the middle of the mess of the bar where there was whisky spilled on the floor just beneath her black boots and the smell of drunken men and women that assaulted her still human nose. Her left eye’s pupil widened incredibly as she took in the room, scanning through the crowd of people that kept giving her negatives of Jack. Jack the one known for causing trouble with the OGA, Jack the experiment who’d escaped to form a rebellion. A green check mark popped up next to a man sitting at the bar table and Cy stepped carefully that way, pushing a drunken man off the occupied stool next to Jack and taking a seat.
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Age: UnknownAppearance: Pink hair, reddish eyes (one eye laced with silver)…Height: 5’4Skin Color: Pale (White)Hair Color: Pink (length: Mid- back)Race: Human/MachinePersonality: Harmonics; Calculating, Smart…ect. Human; Not easily excitable, cocky, independent, confusingBackground: Cyborga doesn’t remember anything from her human life though she is human. She was ‘resurrected’ by the OGA but because her cause of death was she was shot in the head they had to replace the half of her brain that was damaged with a machine half called ‘Harmonics’, and gave her a man-made heart that often sounds like a clock. Hence why she is not easily excited or panicked. Cy’s limbs were also replaced with mechanical ones are able to be traded with other limbs of her costumed size, which is why her arms and legs machinery is out of date. Harmonics was a edge cutting tech though never used after Cy because she was not command-able as OGA had once thought, the human part of her brain still functioning and having personality. A rebellious one which led to her escape.Skills: Super strength in arms and legs, on arm has the ability to turn into a machete type of weapon.Powers: Amazing eye sight in her left eye, and other computer abilities, (like math, hacking computers, ect..)Faults: She’s not easily excitable or panicked, but when very frightened or has a lot of emotion she will ‘freeze up’. Liquid coming from inside her such as tears will cause her to short out, and she must be charged or she will cut off.(Unactive.)
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“Hmm…Morse code is a good idea.” She turned on a toe, tapping her chin. “But why not send a message through magic? Well, we could also just use magic to break down the door….” She rambled on, her voice coming in and out of focus as if she had forgotten she was talking to them at all. She was contentdly stroking the white and black striped fur of her cub who didn’t seem stressed at all of his situation, rubbing his head against her head and purring loudly. “We should hurry, whatever we do. I don’t see any air vents here and what of food and water?” She frowned, scanning them all with her uneasy pink eyes. “How long have you been here? How many days ago was it that the boy, I, passed away?”
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Stella blinked. “I don’t think thats me…” She chuckled nervously, clearly not getting the joke. Varali smiled, grabbing the cub at her side and placing it in her lap. “Sorry to disappoint if I was not exactly what you were expecting,” She chuckles before looking over to where the strawberry blonde is writing something across the wall. “Whats that you’re writing?” She stands easily, moving over to the girl.
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(Well, here it goes…~) A girl with tanned mocha skin sat up, a festive brown with red printed scarf with tassels draped loosely around her head and neck. She wore puffed pants that tightened at the ankle of a similar color. Her shirt was sliced sideways showing a bit of her abdomen that had silver henna laced across, and lined around her sash was the bells heard as she fell. Varali crossed her legs, a strange smile on her face as she pressed her hands together to bow to them, “Hello~” She said in a heavy accent, her scarf falling from her head to reveal her long white hair. It was unusual for her skin complextion, but of course her eyes were pink. It was strange but almost in a charming way. She looked around the room with her pink eyes, the smile not leaving her face. “Do you normally stay in cement rooms? Or is this just a hobby?” She teased them as a small cub tiger peeked out from her side, tangled in her scarfs.
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Stella smiled, glad that there was some sort of spell that could bring someone that could perhaps help them into this…domain. She snapped her head up at the sign of a strawberry blond pulling herself from the floor. Had someone sumoned her? Stella sat up, her mind panicking. Who did she  bring? That girl who sat behind her in math class who always seem to have the right answers? Or what about that guy who’d been put in jail for smoking Marijuana? She closed her eyes as a flash of a memory came through, a dream of some girl…She frowned, knowing she had never seen this girl in her life before the dream a long time ago but she knew this was the person to bring.
The sound of miniature bells rang followed by a thud to the cement floor.
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Stella nods, her palms are sweating with nervousness as she considers both Elijah’s and Emmaline’s words. “I think its more so of the puppet master has somehow brought us together.” She said to the other girl, noticing for the first time they’d already given this insane person a ‘name’. “Maybe by magic…Or what if we aren’t real at all? What if we’re just a thought in someone’s head, like a book character or something?” Now you’re just rambling. She thinks to herself, and sighs. “…Okay Stella, breathe…If people are being summoned here, maybe we can summon someone here?” She asks lamely, sitting back down with her shoulders drooped.
