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Post by Hotaru Kita on Dec 12, 2012 18:07:56 GMT -5
She glanced around, and lowered her voice slightly. "...Why do you want to destroy the people who helped create you...?" she mumbled, glancing up at him with her brown eyes.
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Post by Saburo Ishinomori on Dec 12, 2012 18:13:18 GMT -5
Saburo perked at this question, making a disgusted look--although his back was facing Hotaru thus his expression was obscured. Turning to face her again, he simply looked down upon her. "Those bastards gave my Creator the means to create a perfect Android--a circuit that gives me a soul--even with this circuit though that allows me to decide for myself what's right for wrong, I was programmed to be nothing but a Destroyer. Even if I feel amazing when I destroy something like I was meant too, the circuit makes me feel disgusted because I register it as wrong." He explained to her; "Thus, they tricked my Creator into making the Strongest Android and yet left in me the means to be a tortured existence."
Saburo sighed heavily afterwards; "Now I feel like shit." He grumbled, "To put a long tale short, those terrorists have ruined the name of Ishinomori for both my Creator and myself. Furthermore, I can't go ten steps without being shot at by the MMCPU or any other Military Organization. You see I've become quite 'infamous' for my acts of public destruction while hunting down the remnants of DARK and CIPHRA."
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Post by Hotaru Kita on Dec 12, 2012 18:18:42 GMT -5
Hotaru listened to his story, she slowly glanced up at him after he finished.
"We have something in common then...." she spoke simply, before looking away. "They ruined my life, like yours has been ruined by them..." she told him.
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Post by Saburo Ishinomori on Dec 12, 2012 18:21:20 GMT -5
Saburo chuckled some, running a hand through his hair--recalling how realistic it felt to human hair, despite this just being an artificially forged disguise. He exhaled roughly before looking back down at her, "I suppose we do. So then, about that partnership?" He raised a brow, smiling at her. He left his hand drop from his hair to his side before extending it to her slowly.
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Post by Hotaru Kita on Dec 12, 2012 18:30:49 GMT -5
She looked a bit surprised at his smile, but remained calm, "...Yes" Hotaru went and accepted his hand into her own. Her hands were rather small, well she was pretty much small in general, and she had long finger nails that looked like they could scratch someone with ease.
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Post by Saburo Ishinomori on Dec 12, 2012 18:32:26 GMT -5
"You may be a Ninja but keeping track of me will be hard--even for you." Saburo stated as he went to a particular pile of scrap and pushed the scrap away revealing his stashed motorcycle. He got onto it as he leaned forward against it. "This seats two." He was basically offering her a ride, without the usage of much words.
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Post by Hotaru Kita on Dec 12, 2012 18:35:49 GMT -5
She perked up, surprised, she hadn't even said anything about her occupation. How did he know...? Hotaru didn't have any way of transportation, so she just pretty much traveled on foot.
"...Sure, thanks." she shrugged a bit, figuring he was giving her a ride.
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Post by Saburo Ishinomori on Dec 12, 2012 18:39:06 GMT -5
Saburo chuckled, "Well c'mon, I'm not sitting your ass on here for you." He told her, taking a motorcycle helmet out and placing it where her seat was. "I don't need it but you will." He told her. A moment ago he had almost let on the hint that he had known more than he had told her--but he felt telling her that he's seen a document in DARK's base about a particular Ninja Clan being a threat to them would just spell out bad.
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Post by Hotaru Kita on Dec 12, 2012 19:02:12 GMT -5
She went and picked up the helmet, sitting down on the back. "I'd assume its because you have a hard head?" she asked, she meant it as a joke, but it came out sort of serious. She had never been on a motorcycle before, it kinda seemed like a metal death trap to her.
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Post by Saburo Ishinomori on Dec 12, 2012 19:04:43 GMT -5
"Heh, I won't ever respond to that." Saburo chuckled, "I'm going to only warn you once, hold on to me like its life-or-death, because I don't go slow for anyone. Especially not a dainty thing like yourself." He warned her as he revved up the Motorcycle--its engine roaring loudly, as its headlights flickered on.
Saburo glanced in the direction of where the others had been, his eyes narrowing. "Hmph. Some humans just won't understand, until they've been wronged." He mumbled.
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Post by Hotaru Kita on Dec 12, 2012 19:15:06 GMT -5
"That is true..." she muttered, looking in the same direction, before placing her helmet on. "People try to understand...but no matter how hard they try, they don't.."
With that, Hotaru went and placed her arms hesitantly around his waist, holding on tightly like he said.
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Post by Saburo Ishinomori on Dec 12, 2012 19:19:55 GMT -5
Saburo didn't say anything else. Simply revving up his Motorcycle a few more times, before he took off. Driving down the bare road of the scrapheap he took to leaving behind the others. Going at a dangerously fast speed, a normal person would probably have issues trying to handle this speed on a motorcycle. Fortunate for Hotaru that the driver was far from Human.
'So it seems I've gotten myself a bit of a friend. Makes no difference in the end, I won't cease function until I've crushed CIPHRA..!' Saburo angrily thought as the wheels of his motorcycle tore along the ground. Their destination, who knows..?
[ END ]
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