Breaking Point [Original RP Collection] discussion

((Please read the Plot Line/Description of this RP before jumping in. Thank you.))

J.E.R.A.K, or rather, Jerak, was far from stereotypical futuristic robots. Actually, he was far from it. The main reason, was that he wasn't perfect.

"Error." He said softly, tilting his head. "Error, low battery. Cannot continue update."

Lien pulled a long drag on his cigarette; blowing it out gently as he tapped the charred end off with his pointer finger. "Next design by tomorrow, huh?" He sighed as he exhaled a large breath. "You're asking this from someone who does everything by hand... Like Usui, except I'm an engineer and inventor, not a cafe chef..." He chuckled, taking another lungful of smoke as his other hand disassembled Jerak's back to figure out what in the god damn hell was wrong with this Reebot THIS time.

"Mr.Lien, my battery is low. I think it needs charging." He said, now in a normal voice. His eyes went greyish, as he repeated " Error, low battery.:

"I know, I know. Your circuitry is fine, though. What the hell could you be doing that is using up so much battery!? I recharged your damn battery last night; right before I started the next episode of Glee! But noooooo, I unplug you for three minutes and you have low battery again!" Lien cried, extinguishing his cigarette as he got serious; hands working furiously through Jerak's internal workings.

After a minute of grumbling and yanking on cords, he pulled out one machine-oil-greased hand from the Reebot's inner core and fished out a power plug to put into Jerak before Lien powered him down. "Function: Off." He voice-commanded the Reebot; sighing as the list of things to do started piling up.

Jerak closed his eyes, feeling the power coarse through him. He wasn't sure if 'feeling' was the same as Lien felt, but having someones hands go through his body like that, it just felt odd.

On the train into the city—it didn't matter which, just that there were sinners—Moira hummed to herself. The tune was a hymn she'd heard when she was very young. As the skyline became clearly defined, Moira got the feeling inside her. The feeling that there were sinners on this bus and that they needed to be punished.
When the train pulled into the station, Moira had washed off the blood from her hands. New passengers screamed and gagged as they saw the mess inside the train car. Moira calmly left the station. The police would be notified immediately, of course, but she could evade the police. She was getting rather good at it. The Reebots, however, were much more difficult to handle. She hailed a taxi, hoping to get out of the area before the locals realized who she was. The taxi driver turned on the radi, which was playing a breaking news report about the train killings. It would be all over the country in a few minutes. Moira glared at the driver. She realized then that he was a sinner.
"Could you get me a glass of water? My throat's awfully dry." Moira mentally cursed her tendency to say crazy things before doing holy work. She stuck her knife into the man's throat and ripped it out violently. Soon he had cuts on his arms and legs and chest and head. A few of his fingers had fallen off, but that was okay. The car crashed into a building. She quickly wrote the Lord's Prayer on the windshield and ran, ironically, like hell.

A small, red light began to go off from the inside of Jerak, like a siren. Even if the Reebot's eyes were closed, a feminine voice announced "Infected specimen incoming."

Lien nearly choked on his own sputtered cough. "What the hell? Here? Inconceivable! Even in Manhattan, I can't get a fucking break!" He muttered, adjusting one more wire before closing the door on Jerak's back and sealing it tightly.

"Function: On." He said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Good lord, this is getting annoying... Jerak, go get Mel from the Recharge Room and get on that trail. Don't let Mel kill them this time, okay?" Lien gave the Reebot a light shove; pushing his rolling chair to the other side of the room smoothly as he came to a stop in front of the mega-computer that was the center point of the lab.

"I'll be monitoring your progress from here. By the way, check for the new update again. You've got lasers now. Congrats." He told the Reebot sarcastically, but knew the AI wouldn't be able to detect it.

Dimitri looked down at the folded paper that Annie had given him. Personally, he hated the girl, but she'd been such an easy target that he couldn't resist. As he walked across the street to the outdoor cafe, he observed that the airhead was dressed in stylish skinny jeans and an emerald turtle neck. He led her inside, smiling and greeting her charmingly.

"Thank you sir." He said, running out of the room. "Mel, emergancy!" He called, feeling so much better after being recharged.

Lien offered a breathless chuckle. "Man, this'll be fun to watch..."

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Mel awoke from her stasis chamber; her blood red colored cameras adjusting to focus in the bright white light that hovered above her head. She pushed open the lid to her silver coffin-like container, glancing around before she spotted Jerak.

"Huh? What's wrong, Jerry?" She asked, rubbing her left 'eye' a bit. "I was almost 100%... Just a minute more!" She complained; huffing a bit.

"We have the pulse virus nearby. Mr.Lien sent me to tell you."

Almost immediately, Mel was standing next to him; her pure white dress fluttering a bit with the rush of air. "Lead me to 'em. I've been waiting to try Lien's new upgrade...~" She giggled mischievously, itching to get going. Unlike some of the other Reebots; she hadn't been programed with a Radar.

All of the Reebots had random sets of abilities; but after Lien had first awoken Mel, he conveniently decided to take out that feature from her programming as he witnessed her Parasite-killing rampage. She wouldn't even stop to recharge when she was at critical levels; she would just keep on hacking away at the infected.

"A dangerous little devil who has no self restraint. Like Naruto!" As Lien had described her (in an affectionate way, of course.)

"Let's go. They are close, I can feel it." He ran for the door, smashing right through it instead of opening it.

Dastan sat up, hearing their conversation. He was getting awfully curious about these infected humans. But he was distracted by more important things. "Hey, no fair! You got an upgrade and I didn't?" He whined childishly.

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Jo slung her violin case over her back, starting her search for Hanna. "I wonder who she's killed this time?" She muttered.

Hanna skipped down the street, grinning brightly. "Jo!" she squealed, her already happy face brightening even more. The bottom of her white dress was already splattered with blood, and her pink pen was tucked behind her ear.

"Yep! Cuz I was paying attention when Lien was programming yesterday! Sucker!" She stuck out her tongue at Dastan, quickly bounding out the wrecked door after Jerak without another word.

"Bye-bye, Fon-Fon~" Mel waved at the security camera before receiving an audible, annoyed response in her head. "I thought I told you not to call me that..."

Ask Mr.Lien for it. It hasn't fully donwloaded for me yet. Jerak messaged him as he ran down the street.

Jo held out her arms in preperation for the impending bloody tackle hug. "Let me wager a guess...? Another victim of your artistic talents?" She asked with a small smirk.

Hanna jumped into her arms, giggling. "Yep!" she said proudly, grinning from ear to ear. "It was awesome!"

"Was it all prim and pink?" Jo cuddled the girl, shifting her weight so that she didn't fall.

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Dastan flinched. Mr.Lien hated him-- he was almost sure. Why? He had no earthly idea.

Moira cleaned herself off in a public restroom. It was getting to be rather annoying. Why couldn't sinners have less blood than normal people? She looked out the window. There were two girls who seemed like sisters in every way but looks having a conversation. She felt the feeling coming again, then looked at the two girls. One of them was in a bloody dress. Moira drew in a breath. She couldn't kill them. They were saints. The more people removing sinners from the face of the earth, the better. She settled for the woman who came out of the next stall. Moira ran down the stairs and onto the street, not bothering with cleanliness. If there were fellow saints out there, she wanted to meet them.

"Come on, they are just around the corner." Jerak stopped when he saw them. "Remember, just a capture mission." He blinked, taking a picture of the two and sending them back to Mr.Lien.

Dimitri listened patiently to Annie's gossip as they waited to be seated. He nodded patiently as they waited to order. He completely zoned out as she didn't even touch her $10 meal. He didn't listen so patiently as they waited for their check. Dimitri lead her outside as soon as the check was paid and she was still talking. He rolled his eyes when she waited for him to hold the door before walking out into the street, still rattling off about some party,"And I was like,'No way Jenee, there's no way you're inviting Ben to your party. He's such a blockhead..."
Dimitri interrupted her firmly,"Goodnight, Annie... I have somewhere else I should be now," he said before turning to walk away.
She seemed a bit shocked, but recovered quickly,"No goodbye kiss?"
He smiled as all the pieces fell into place and walked up to her,"I can't believe I forgot..." he said, before planting a soft kiss on her bright red lips. He drew her close and whispered in her ear,"Goodbye," an instant before she collapsed on the ground. He walked away happily, thinking of the next couple that would be greeted by her inhumanly wide smile.

"Excuse me, you have the Pulse, right?" Moira didn't usually call it that, but after the last time she met a fellow saint, she realized that everyone else did. "I'm Moira. Who are you?" She stuck out a freshly bloodied hand in greeting.

"Capture mission my ass!" The little girl cried vilely; quickly swiping one hand over her left wrist as she activated her Hand Sonic ability. Wihtout another word, she launched herself at the cuddling "Parasites" and the two who had just appeared; not caring about the people around them that would witness an all-out brawl.

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Lien sat at his chair, rolling a toothpick around his mouth before he pressed a button on his keyboard; quickly inputting a single command. Reebot043 < ControlRoom; a command that would root itself into Destan's core and give the irrefutable order to come into the Control Room for god-knows-what.

Fenestra wrote: ""Was it all prim and pink?" Jo cuddled the girl, shifting her weight so that she didn't fall."

((Sorry so slow, helping Dad grill.))

Hanna scoffed, the sound high and childish. "Of course not! There was blood everywhere," she said excitedly.

"Capture mission"! Jerak hissed at her, leaping at the infected people.

((she was talking to Dimitri, right, Lisa?))

Dimitri smiled and shook her hand,"Dimitri. At your service ma'am. How did you know? It's the telepathy, isn't it. I only use it for particular instances," he said. But since she'd mentioned it and since she obviously had it herself, he extended his mind towards hers, seeing that she thought of herself as a messenger of GOD. He was a bit weirded out, but he blocked this reaction from her, just out of politeness.

Dimitri flinched at the sudden appearance of the two Reebots,"Looks like we've got a fight on our hands. And just a second after introductions too. Which one do you wanna take? The boy seems reluctant. You can have him."

Forrest walked along a bridge silently, his head down. He had just dumped a bunch of kills into the river below, feeling vile. He stopped suddenly, looking down at the water. I could just jump now, end this all, he thought, walking over to the railing. No more murdering. Murder myself. Suicide. He couldn't pretend he hadn't thought of it before; he hated the feeling he got when he was around people. When he was killing people. But always, with a gun or knife in his hand, pills in front of him, or standing on a bridge as he was now, the small part of him that didn't want to die, was extremely afraid of dying, won out. Forrest stood there for a while, looking out along the river glumly.

((STUPID LACK OF TIMING!))

"Oh, sure. It was the eyes, by the way. Nobody else has that passion in their eyes." She smiled. "I don't usually use telepathy on another person like me. It's rather rude, don't you think?" She had noticed the intrusion. "I usually use it to get things for free or confuse people."

"You are both under arrest. You will be sedated and cured at once." Jerak promised.

Dimitri smiled as he dodged Mel's first attack,"Smart. And sorry about that. I've never met another... disciple. So it's hard to tell." he turned to Jerak,"Why would we wanna be 'cured' ? This is a blessing."

"You will become even more blessed if you come with us." He swung a punch at Dimitri.

At the same time that Jerak took a frontal-attack; Mel quickly sidestepped him and aimed a perfect shot of her hand sonic into his side, slashing the polished steel in a neat line across his back before retracting her arm and bounding away backwards. The Reebot's version of adrenaline pumped through her wiring; the crazed string of programming arising in her Core.

ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ALL PARASITES MUST BE ERASED. ERASE.

Dastan walked to the control room on Lien's orders. Now what?

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Jo glanced over at the two Reebots. "Rather uncreative beings aren't you?" Her ginger hair blew in her eyes. "Why can you not develop yourselves? That's why you're not as good as humans and certainly not as good as us. Your creator calls you by a number. How utterly pathetic." She smirked mockingly at the girl, moving Hanna so that she was clinging to her back.

Jerak turned to Jo, pointing his finger at her. "Laser update, 1.5-1." He said. The skin on his finger peeled back, revealing a laser.

Moira took out the very handy knife she kept in her sleeve. This one was clean. She stabbed Mel in the back. "I agree. You don't have any sense of originality." She smiled at the other saints. Dimitri, she knew, was acting religious to make her feel welcome. The other two—Jo and Hanna, according to their thoughts—were definitely an interesting pair. "Guess it's in our nature to find others like us, huh?" She laughed quietly.

Jerak smiled at Jo. "See this?" He fired it at her.

((Wow. I missed alot.))

Jo dropped to the ground, covering Hanna with her body. "Do you see the bar over there? Make a dash for it and I'll cover you." She commanded, pulling a nine millimeter(albeit enhanced) from her waistband. She glanced over her shoulder at Jerak.

Jerak smiled. "Guns will not hurt me." He stated, firing at her again.

Rolling over, Jo narrowly dodged the laser. "Seriously?" She frowned. "You must be newer than the last model we encountered."

"You could say that." He said, firing again. "We just want to help you."

((Okay, I'm just gonna pretend she barely brushed him cause he dodged...))

Dimitri was pissed,"Now that was rude, missy," he said before pushing her aside and running up to Jerak,"Enough with the light show, Kay?" he aimed a blow for the center of Jerek's forehead.

((See? Not powerplaying))

Jo pushed Hanna away, toward the bar. "Try not to get yourself killed. It wouldn't be very beneficial to either of us." She nodded her thanks at Dimitri.

((Ah hell. Thanks for keeping Hanna in, Fen!))

Hanna nodded eagerly. "Of course! Where'd be the fun in that?" she grinned brightly, jumping over the bar excitedly.

((No prob, luv. Now invite me to the group we planned and Demonic's group before I eat you. ^^))

"There wouldn't be any." Jo said flatly, before deciding that she didn't really give a shit what the Reebot said. The nine-mil was all she had, and damned if she wasn't gonna used it. She aimed with unparalleled precision and fired experimentally at Jarek's feet.

((I DID! WHY ARE YOU NOT GETTING THEM?!))

Hanna's blue eyes followed the bullet with a lazy interest, her pink pen held steady in her delicate fingers. As innocent as it looked, the writing utensil could be quite deadly, especially in hands as skilled as Hanna's.