[Tony stops, shocked. From inside his suit, he scans the HUD to determine where the voice came from. He made SURE no one was inside the car before he picked it up...]
[Startled, Tony drops the car back onto the ground.]
What the...!? THAT is... waitaminute. Hahaha, that's excellent! It's a ventriloquist act! Brilliant! Where are you? C'MON OUT HERE, I need to shake your hand, sir! MAN! Got me good.
[Out for a walk, Sir Hellsing turns the corner in time to have a Stop sign sail past her head, her hair and the edges of her coat fluttering in its wake. Her cigarette twitches. Integra's sidearm is a comfortable weight against the small of her back, untouched for now.]
Hm? [The metal man turns to face the sound of the voice and sees the irritated woman standing a few feet away. He waves with his left hand, and a small spurt of repulsor energy sputters out of it, dissipating into the air. He closes the hand quickly and smacks it a few times with his other hand.]
[Woah, what is that? It looks like it'd be fun to fight!
So, Arcueid disappears around the side of a house, and soon afterwards a flash of light and a shower of crescent-moon shaped sparkles pour out from the area she'd disappeared into. There is now suddenly a Magical Girl standing on the rooftop, striking a pose.]
How dare you threaten this city with your mechanical warfare! I, Phantasmoon, will Marble Phantasm your heart again!
[Tony turns to face the sound, peering up at the grandiose Magical Girl flexing on a rooftop.]
Uh... marble phantasm? What is that, like a souffle? Sorry, I'm not hungry. French food messes with me anyway. Also, I'm actually not threatening the city--
[Not exactly what he had in mind when he took Mk II out for a testdrive. But, she doesn't look so tough, and he'd rather test things out with something that is LESS likely to potentially kill him, so maybe this could be advantageous... still, a quick half-hearted warning so his conscience is clear...]
[The car belongs to her drone husband and is useless to her because she cannot drive it. However, she still has a couple issues with how a hostile looking automaton is lifting it up in front of her house.]
[Hearing the familiar voice reassures her enough to drop her guard.]
Tony? Is this your true body?
[It seems that he is an automaton like GAT. However, she remembers his comments during their previous conversation.]
I was unaware that automatons could enjoy human foods such as hot chocolate.
[Not to mention hold human standards of beauty, like he had displayed at the store.]
Is it part of your programming? It is interesting that your creator would choose to program you that way.
[Then again, both mages and scientists had a tendency to make their creations as "human" as possible, even programming into them things that were unneeded to imitate real humans.]
[Tony's laugh echoes a little from inside his metal shell.]
No no, babe, it's not the real me. Me is the real me. ...Fleshy, attractive, non-metallic me is the real me. This is actually one of the armored suits I've designed. It's one of my earliest builds, though, so it's more like a walking abacus.
[Tony does a few test laps, then tests the altimeter and flight capacity by flying straight upwards, as high as he can safely go. It's not nearly as high as he should be able to go, even with the freezing problems in the Mk II. After a while, the houses and trees stop getting smaller as he ascends, and just stay the same size, but he still FEELS like he's going up. It's like he's not even moving anymore... weird
[He stops the thrusters and plummets back down towards the ground, firing up the boot jets at the last few moments to slow his progress and slams back down in a crouched, battle-ready pose, then puts his hands on his hips dramatically.]
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Hey! Hey! Get your metal mitts off me!
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Whoa! Who said that?
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... Me being the car!
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[Startled, Tony drops the car back onto the ground.]
What the...!? THAT is... waitaminute. Hahaha, that's excellent! It's a ventriloquist act! Brilliant! Where are you? C'MON OUT HERE, I need to shake your hand, sir! MAN! Got me good.
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Do you mind? This is a populated area.
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Sorry! Working out kinks.
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Might I suggest the park? You should find it less easy to potentially decapitate people.
...are you a man beneath that armor, or a cyborg?
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I'll give you three guesses. Shouldn't be too hard for you, given there's only two options.
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So, Arcueid disappears around the side of a house, and soon afterwards a flash of light and a shower of crescent-moon shaped sparkles pour out from the area she'd disappeared into. There is now suddenly a Magical Girl standing on the rooftop, striking a pose.]
How dare you threaten this city with your mechanical warfare! I, Phantasmoon, will Marble Phantasm your heart again!
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Uh... marble phantasm? What is that, like a souffle? Sorry, I'm not hungry. French food messes with me anyway. Also, I'm actually not threatening the city--
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[Arcueid cuts the robot-man off, pointing her wand at him.]
Wanton destruction cannot be tolerated! Let's fight!
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[Not exactly what he had in mind when he took Mk II out for a testdrive. But, she doesn't look so tough, and he'd rather test things out with something that is LESS likely to potentially kill him, so maybe this could be advantageous... still, a quick half-hearted warning so his conscience is clear...]
Oh no. Wait. Stop. I don't. Want to hurt you.
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[The car belongs to her drone husband and is useless to her because she cannot drive it. However, she still has a couple issues with how a hostile looking automaton is lifting it up in front of her house.]
State your intentions, now.
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[He carefully sets the car back down, then makes a few button presses in the forearm control panel on his armor.] Looks to be about normal, okay.
Looking stunning, as always. I like your hair, is it a lighter pink today?
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Tony? Is this your true body?
[It seems that he is an automaton like GAT. However, she remembers his comments during their previous conversation.]
I was unaware that automatons could enjoy human foods such as hot chocolate.
[Not to mention hold human standards of beauty, like he had displayed at the store.]
Is it part of your programming? It is interesting that your creator would choose to program you that way.
[Then again, both mages and scientists had a tendency to make their creations as "human" as possible, even programming into them things that were unneeded to imitate real humans.]
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No no, babe, it's not the real me. Me is the real me. ...Fleshy, attractive, non-metallic me is the real me. This is actually one of the armored suits I've designed. It's one of my earliest builds, though, so it's more like a walking abacus.
[He starts to clomp over to her.]
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[So instead, he crouches in the driveway, watching it warily.]
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[He stops the thrusters and plummets back down towards the ground, firing up the boot jets at the last few moments to slow his progress and slams back down in a crouched, battle-ready pose, then puts his hands on his hips dramatically.]
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So what are you supposed to be?
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Whoa now! Jeez, that is some SERIOUS hardware! How did I not notice you earlier?
[He takes a few steps back, in case he needs some aerial distance between him and this new potential threat.]
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