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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:13:19 GMT -5
"Were you made to help the Busters, then? Or not? Do you have a partner?"
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:14:50 GMT -5
"I have no programming that tells me to help the Busters! My partner is the Stag Zecter!" J responded as he dropped down and began to do thrusting squats.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:15:40 GMT -5
"Zecter?" he asked. He had no idea what that was.
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:17:32 GMT -5
"If you've never heard of the Stag Zecter, then you're clearly a caveman and I want nothing to do with you!" With that, J stood up and pointed a finger toward the sky. A small warp appeared, and out dove a tiny silver machine. It landed on J's finger and let out mechanical chirps.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:18:08 GMT -5
"I don't know a lot about the Riders," he admitted.
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:20:24 GMT -5
"You're clearly lying, and liars will be punished! However, that shall come later. I cannot properly punish one whom I know nothing about," J said valiantly as the Stag Zecter chirped in agreement.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:21:24 GMT -5
"I barely know about my own power," he said, showing his Morphin Blaster.
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:23:59 GMT -5
J looked at the Morphin Blaster, examining it for a moment as a spark of data appeared in his eyes. "You are a Buster." Something about the Blaster had prompted him to kneel, an action he couldn't control even if he wanted to. "Do you require assistance?" These words came out before his AI filter could control them.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:25:12 GMT -5
"Um...," well, this was certainly interesting. He was kneeling now? This was just getting stranger, "No, no I don't..."
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:26:54 GMT -5
"Buster, ask and I shall answer." His AI filter was going berserk at this point, trying to block these words from escaping. A hidden programming was forcing itself to activate. "Speak the name of my master."
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:28:03 GMT -5
"I'm not your master," he told J.
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:29:38 GMT -5
"Response not recognize. Please try again," J said, though, at this point it was obvious he was struggling against this situation.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:30:02 GMT -5
"Sakurai," he said, confused if he should say it or not.
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Post by Beet J. Stag on Feb 22, 2013 23:31:57 GMT -5
"Sakurai. Response accepted. I, Beet J. Stag, now serve Sakurai." J stood up, turned toward the nearest pole, and instantly began to bash his own head in.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Feb 22, 2013 23:32:47 GMT -5
"What...what are you doing?" he asked.
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