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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/17/2016 1:50:31 AM
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[u]One of his eyes are blown out, the glass casing completely shattered. Nine of his speakers are completely blow out, their pieces strewn outside the casing. Part of his face is shattered from Sapphire's punch, the pieces cracked and chipped. His hand is in pieces, the fingers crushed and distorted. Other then that, his vital components seem to be fine.[/u]
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*Sketch walks in, his fur is now it's normal color.* "Oh boy... This'll be fun..." *Sketch starts repairing him, and after working for two days he's finally done.* *Thinking "Oh my god that took a long time... I wonder if he will activate himself or if there is some kind of switch...*
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[u]Isole whirrs to life, his main computers turning on. A robotic voice goes through basic diagnostics before rebooting. Isole sits up, his eyes lighting up with energy.[/u]
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"Um... Hello... I repaired you... Remember, I'm that guy who's eardrums you caused to explode..."
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[u]Isole looks around, his eyes scanning the environment in an effort to re-acquaint his senses. Upon realizing Sketch was there, he gives a sheepish whir of mechanics.[/u] "[i]Yeah... Sorry about that.[/i]" [u]He scratches his head uncomfortably.[/u]
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"I've repaired you but not the guitar... I don't want you using it again until I'm sure you can be trusted with it. It was one o' clock in the morning, nobody wants to hear eardrum-burstingly loud music then. My ears and Sapphire's ears are extremely sensitive too, I'm surprised they didn't start bleeding earlier."
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[u]Isole's eyes suddenly turn a violent red, and they can tell he's not to be messed with.[/u] "[i]You will give me my guitar, now.[/i]"
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Edited by Skatch142: 8/17/2016 5:24:58 PM"Look, it's still broken and I'll gladly fix it for you but I need to know you aren't going to hurt anyone with it. I don't want you going around the Dojo waking people up them making their eardrums exploade..." *He steps back a little but remains calm and doesn't seem afraid.*
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[u]Isole stands up now, his arms readied in an offensive position.[/u] "[i]I can repair my guitar on my own. You're lucky you didn't think to repair it, as I would have made sure it was the last thing you did with those damned things. Only I may work on that guitar, for it is my right and only mine given unto me by my creator.[/i]"
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"Mmmmkay... Well, it's in the corner." *He points to the pile of guitar pieces sitting in the corner.* "But really. No concerts while people are sleeping and don't play it too loudly... It hurts our ears."
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[u]Isole simply flicks his wrist towards the guitar, and something strange begins to happens with the parts. Wires from the inner workings of it grasp onto each-other, pulling themselves together. The guitar strings meld together, fixing themselves with a twang. The cracks fuse, leaving behind no sign of the guitar's destruction.[/u] "[i]If you had left me alone, this would have happened eventually, but hanks anyway. As with the music, I'll refrain as a thank you for not just leaving me even though I would have been fine. You are a good person, Sketch. Know this.[/i]" [u]He stands up, grabbing his guitar as he walks out.[/u]
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"Well, um, thank you."
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[spoiler]fin[/spoiler]
