Dehate' signiora's Story

Dehate' signiora stepped into the bar, his hulking form oddly stitched together making him seem a bit out of place as the huge meta scratched his head for a moment, the orange horns that looked as if painted into his hair glowed brightly. With a slightly puzzled look still present upon his face he made his way towards the bar, his mercury eyes never telling fully where he was directly looking as they seemed to be a shaken waters surface, though he did manage to put down his two massive Techrim pistols before looking at the assortment of beverages the bar had to offer.

He looked downward at the bench and ever so slowly began to sit down til he heard the protest of the bench loudly beneath him squeaking under his massive weight. He grunted and stood up quickly pushing the bench back with his foot as he made to grab the two heavy Techrims he had set upon the bar, though he thought twice and placed his hands back down upon the bar for a few more moment as he grumbled to himself. "As if they haven't seen a Meta." He flexed his heavily stitched hands as they lay upon the bar, as was most of his body, it would seem that his entire skin was comprised of many different races and colors all stitched together to make a semi-human. His mercury eyes scanned the bar after a few moments, his AI core taking in statistics of the roomsize and possible escape routes should the time call for such. After a cursory scan he moved his head back down to the beverages seated in their bottles.

"Unnecessary." The Meta stated in his slightly techno modulated voice, "I am also not a Mister, I am Dehate'." The brutes hands fidgeted for a moment as though they wished to simply have a showdown instead of a conversation, though he kept his instincts upon the back-burner for a moment he broke the silence once more. "I am a Metalurgical human, or Meta if you will."

"If you touch those pistols I will be forced to procure them from you immediately." The Meta spoke once more an odd mixture of human inflection and electronic voice modulation. "Furthermore, I maintain all organs given to humans, save for the fact that mine are synthesized and replaceable as they are not flesh." The brutish males voice sounded callous and insincere as he spoke though it was simply for his lack of a fully broadened emotional spectrum. A few moments of staring at the male as he spoke seemed harmless enough, though his AI did notice the moment just a few yards away as he continued speaking to the male and reaching behind his back to point a massive rail rifle at the female. "The Shell I was given was made to better ease your humans uneasiness in situations such as this female brandishing her weapon at me, It does not seem to be working." The male spoke matter of-factly.

"She is not aiming at me, though she is speaking to me it would seem." He quickly holstered the rifle once more though it stuck from the bottom of his vest just enough to offer a peek into it's length and size. His unblinking eyes did not waver from the males as he flexed his hand and thus, the stitching within the skin a bit looking at the male and scanning his bio-readings as he listened intently.

"If I did not fire the rifle, you should not be worried." He spoke a bit loudly for the proximity, though his eyes still did not waver from the males, He did not see the problem in the logic, and cocked his head slightly as if calculating something in his head. He broke the silence after a few moments fully vetted his thoughts on the subject. "Vitals indicate you are at a loss, I will not fire my weapon unless it becomes a necessity."

Dehate' signiora turned quickly as the hand came in towards his rifle, quickly grasping up the two massive Techrim pistols seated upon the bar as he cocked his head at the female speaking softly with the twin barrels pointed directly at her forehead. "Logic unsound, if the superheated round is not being fired at your body, there is no chance of you getting hit, thus your need for fear is unreasonable." His short speech ending for a moment he pulled back the hammers on the pistols and spoke once more. "Though should you feel the need to place your hands upon the weapons in my possession, I will defend what belongs to me, Logic reasonable as this is a human rule."

Dehate' signiora pulled the hammers back and seated them upon the pistols once more as he turned the barrels to the floor and placed the pistols upon the bar once more. He did not speak though his rippling mercury eyes remained upon the female as his AI scanned her Bio-life signs and recorded them for later research. This was the Metas form of curiosity. "Each day you are able to function properly without maintenance requirements is a day that is not time stricken, thus, productive and good for a humans emotional status."

Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.

Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."