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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/11/2017 4:49:14 AM
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Cylus bolted up, his head jerking violently from the table in response to the noise. He had fallen asleep once again, this time while reading at his desk. Stopping as he stood for a moment, he let his vision clear to locate the source of the sound.
Across the room sat one of his communications earpieces, this one larger with a microphone attached. Activating the computer on his wrist, he put the piece in his ear and answered the call.
"Cylus speaking." he said.
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"Yes, I did, Pilot Cylus." TF spoke first, looking up at Cylus "So much death. So much sadness..."
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Edited by BondyMilk: 6/13/2017 1:15:25 PMCylus looks up at TF in surprise. "Indeed, and no man should ever have to go through what I have..." he said. "That's why I do what I do."
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"No man? Bit late to the party mate, people have been through it. People will go through it. No matter what we try." Marker looked down at the ground, a morbid tone in his voice
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"Well, it's always worth the shot. It always starts with one person, you know." Cylus comments.
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"Anyways. Moving on. You can jump for the Titan, get in the cockpit."
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Taking a few steps back, Cylus copied Marker's actions from before. Running at the titan, he leaped into the air and was caught in TF's hands. As he was lifted towards the cockpit, he looked at Marker in excitement.
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Marker gave a quick thumbs up as the cockpit closed, enveloping Cylus in darkness. A screen flickered, and soon came to life, showing the outside world through the eyes of TF. The HUD was magnificent, with a health bar indicating how much damage TF would be able to take, and a few other items Cylus didn't recognize. "Now, you'll see some things you won't understand. One of them is your core charge, in the bottom left. Shows how much damage you need to do before you can go full Samurai on the enemy." "Ability cool downs are right beside it, you got your shielding and a shockwave you can send across the ground." "Now, try walking around."
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Cylus, excited by the idea, decided to try out the neural link. He simply implemented himself into the image of TF's perspective, and imagined taking a step forward.
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Nothing happened. "Don't think about it, just do it. Use your body, to make TF move with you."
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"Ah." Cylus said, doing as Marker instructed. He simply decided to think of the Titan as a large extension of his own body, and began walking in place.
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The Titan took a step forward, and than another step. Sure enough, the neural link was working
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Cylus' mentality seemed to be working. He simply moved as he would if he weren't in the Titan, and in response, TF moved with him. Turning to marker, he waved the large robotic hand. "I'm doing it!" he shouted
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"Hell yeah, you are!!" Marker screamed, waving back at Cylus "The difficulty is crouching, using weapons and your abilities. See if you can figure them out."
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Cylus attempted to crouch, bringing his knees up to his chest and pretending to hide behind cover.
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The Titan succeeded in crouching down, and Marker clapped "Up!"
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Cylus stood up in response. "Can I jump in this thing?" he asked
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"No, unfortunately it's one of the few limitations of the Titans. They're unable to jump."
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"Ah, very well. Moving on." Cylus commented. Next up, weapons. Imagining that TF's weapons were his own, he reached onto his back and drew an ecrisma stick, his counterpart drawing a sword. Cylus decided to pretend the stick was like the hilt of the sword, that way his movements would be more accurate. Doing a simple twirl, he tested to see if TF did the same.
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TF drew his large sword, and spun the way Cylus did, though he dropped the sword to the ground The hilt of the sword was crushed in the Titan's hand... "Gotta work on that grip..."
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"Ah no. That isn't good." Cylus says, kneeling to pick up the sword. This time, he held the ecrisma stick as if it were made of glass, firm enough to hold but not enough to crush. TF was much stronger than him, so he would have to get used to it. Holding the stick, he attempted another twirl, this time not squeezing the grip when he caught it.
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Considering the missing hilt, the sword slipped from the Titan's grasp and flew over Marker's head, stabbing into a tree and lodging itself inside "WOAH! WOAH! Watch the flying swords, Cylus!"
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[spoiler]oops[/spoiler] Cylus steps back in surprise as the sword flies through the air and embeds itself in the tree. He looks around at the passing grunts, making sure everyone was alright. "Oops, I should probably be more careful with that."
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[spoiler]Oops is right... [/spoiler] "We'll get you a new sword, just be careful, alright
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"Got it. Shall I try the shotgun?" Cylus asks
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"You can try, just be careful alright?" Marker said, clearing some of the grunts that had gathered
