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Reaver Four-One-Nine
An assassin, designed for a single purpose.
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Zanzaria City Hall
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by NotAFlyingToy
Description
History
The slavers had installed him in a highly skilled assassin bot, known as Reaver. Once Donald got access to this side of the robot, his mind was filled with information regarding kills, and the record of murders that the bot had performed. Still descending into madness, Donald had a hard time differentiating between his own kills and the machines, and as a result the two figures blended, giving Donald the misconception that he murdered nearly three thousand individuals in a variety of ways. Still, his instincts were sharper, more defined, and he was able to escape Jessica Knowland, and murder Juan, retreating back to earth, only to discover that his family had been murdered, too.
Now, he thirsts for two things. The first is to cleanse the corruption in Earth.
The second is to kill his old mistress.
So begins...
Reaver Four-One-Nine's Story
Reaver was interested now. The woman was clearly hiding something. "That would most definitely be interesting to see, considering I don't have any blood to swim in." To illustrate his point, he began to rapidly bend his elbow, the hissing pneumatics of his arm sounding above the quiet din of the bar. "I'mmmm a Roooobooooooot." He intoned, before leveling a gaze at Niana.
"I haven't even cursed yet, lady. Hold on to your hormones. Maybe you should invest in something from a nearby drug store? Something that has a cleverly inserted red period into the brand name?" Looking around the bar, he cupped a hand to his face, whispering. "In case you didn't get that, I'm insinuating you're on your rag."
"I haven't even cursed yet, lady. Hold on to your hormones. Maybe you should invest in something from a nearby drug store? Something that has a cleverly inserted red period into the brand name?" Looking around the bar, he cupped a hand to his face, whispering. "In case you didn't get that, I'm insinuating you're on your rag."
Reaver's eyes widened. "Egads! The spider woman can count past two! And I thought that special needs children had no hope in this day in age. In answer to your astute and astounding observation, my dear eight-legged freak, I am fully aware that I'm outnumbered. I'm also fully aware that you all are a bunch of pussies, and will probably never have the gall or balls to lift a finger in my direction. Unless I, you know, curse."
His eyes then flashed as he shifted his gaze towards Carver. "Check out the crazy cool chick. I'm fairly certain," Reaver mused, "that normal bar patrons haven't faced down combat drones. Which makes me wonder what you're hiding from the regular old joes."
At the monkey suddenly in front of him, Reaver's eyes narrowed perceptively. "I see how it is. Girl talk, can't have any boooooooys intruding." Reaver chuckled.
His eyes then flashed as he shifted his gaze towards Carver. "Check out the crazy cool chick. I'm fairly certain," Reaver mused, "that normal bar patrons haven't faced down combat drones. Which makes me wonder what you're hiding from the regular old joes."
At the monkey suddenly in front of him, Reaver's eyes narrowed perceptively. "I see how it is. Girl talk, can't have any boooooooys intruding." Reaver chuckled.
Reaver Four-One-Nine brought up a single forearm to block the blade, and responded by cocking his left fist. Shoving upwards with his right forearm, pushing back against the attack, he would swing his left fist in a wide arc, aiming for Niana's stomach.
"Fuckin' finally." He muttered.
"Fuckin' finally." He muttered.
Reaver Four-One-Nine stiffened, his eyes dimming slowly, as a sound of pure, undulated pleasure was torn from his throat. Hissing wildly, his limbs stiffened and his neck straightened, until he was viewing the ceiling of the bar.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssss." He groaned, as the tendrils seeped from him, ripping his chestplate, arms, and legs into shreds with each strike. With dark fury, they stripped and tore into the robotic man until nothing was left but a dented and battered head, blinking rapidly as it rolled gently towards the entrance.
"Thank yoouuuuuu..." the muffled sentence echoed out of the talk box, before the eye lights shut down for a final time.
And that's how Reaver Four-One-Nine was destroyed.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssss." He groaned, as the tendrils seeped from him, ripping his chestplate, arms, and legs into shreds with each strike. With dark fury, they stripped and tore into the robotic man until nothing was left but a dented and battered head, blinking rapidly as it rolled gently towards the entrance.
"Thank yoouuuuuu..." the muffled sentence echoed out of the talk box, before the eye lights shut down for a final time.
And that's how Reaver Four-One-Nine was destroyed.
Entering the bar at the precise moment Kavyn was going on his little lament, Reaver nodded solemnly as he passed the figure, snapping his robotic fingers sympathetically, as if at a poetry contest. "Amen, brother. Tell us more about life and love, and peace and balance, and that girl. N'shit."
Keeping his tone light and sarcastic, he plopped into a bar stool, tapping at the order screens to a strange beat that only he could hear.
Keeping his tone light and sarcastic, he plopped into a bar stool, tapping at the order screens to a strange beat that only he could hear.
Alternating between clicks and hisses, Reaver's footsteps took him into the bowels of the bar, freezing as the woman's began advertising what seemed like a cruise. Sensing an opportunity that he couldn't pass up, he took on her voice, standing in the middle of the room with his arms outstretched.
"Yes! Yes, indeed, my little potential sla- I mean valuable customers! I can almost guarantee that only fifty percent of you might not be raped. It's an impressive score from recent years! Come see our floating, bloated capitalist pig! Witness the birth of a fifteen tonne elephant from a five foot three woman! Get slaughtered for free! Our stench pits will enliven - nay - rejuvinate the senses!"
He spun in a tight circle, hopping up and down. "The majesty of it all, my little sla- er, customers! And for only seventy credits, your social security number, and the names and addresses of all of your extend family and friends! Come one, come all!"
"Yes! Yes, indeed, my little potential sla- I mean valuable customers! I can almost guarantee that only fifty percent of you might not be raped. It's an impressive score from recent years! Come see our floating, bloated capitalist pig! Witness the birth of a fifteen tonne elephant from a five foot three woman! Get slaughtered for free! Our stench pits will enliven - nay - rejuvinate the senses!"
He spun in a tight circle, hopping up and down. "The majesty of it all, my little sla- er, customers! And for only seventy credits, your social security number, and the names and addresses of all of your extend family and friends! Come one, come all!"
Reaver's ramblings were interrupted by the shout of Communism, and his blue eyes slowly rotated until he locked in on the woman. Striding to intercept her, he shoved a single robotic hand in her face, planting his mechanical form between her and her destination.
"Communism, you say!" He cried, and gave her a single glance from head to toe. "Well, I can see how a woman with your... unique looks would love a society where she would be netted a husband on the sole idea that the species must move forward. It would certainly save you from dying a virgin."
He cocked his head, moving a tad closer. "Just stop me when I start speaking truths."
"Communism, you say!" He cried, and gave her a single glance from head to toe. "Well, I can see how a woman with your... unique looks would love a society where she would be netted a husband on the sole idea that the species must move forward. It would certainly save you from dying a virgin."
He cocked his head, moving a tad closer. "Just stop me when I start speaking truths."
Reaver slid his eyes into slits, put two fingers to them, and jabbed the two fingers back towards Lysaria. He kept them there as he slowly backed out of the bar in a fluid moonwalk, kicking one of the droids aside as he left, sending it careening around the bar's walls.
"Later days." He muttered, before vanishing.
"Later days." He muttered, before vanishing.
The pneumatics of his joints were louder than usual, hissing out across the space between the bar door he entered through and the patrons assembled within. The glowing eyes of the robot bathed the area in his immediate surroundings in a cool, light blue hue.
"Ooooh, leading someone off," he immediately cooed towards Lorn, his eyes sliding briefly towards where the male stood. He threw back his head, emitting a hoarse, robotic cackle. "Hope y'all brought a few balloons to contain your love dust, knowhwatI'msaying?"
He continued walking, pausing by Kye's table, cocking his head as he listened to the flow of conversation. He stood still, awaiting a response.
"Ooooh, leading someone off," he immediately cooed towards Lorn, his eyes sliding briefly towards where the male stood. He threw back his head, emitting a hoarse, robotic cackle. "Hope y'all brought a few balloons to contain your love dust, knowhwatI'msaying?"
He continued walking, pausing by Kye's table, cocking his head as he listened to the flow of conversation. He stood still, awaiting a response.
Reaver's gaze slid from Gabriella to Kye, the lights in his eyes flashing repeatedly in a mockery of blinking. Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing a chair and spinning it deftly before it fell, back facing the two of them. Straddling the chair, he seated, watching one and then the other slowly.
Lazily, he jabbed a finger at Gabriella. "Junkie," he said, the finger moving towards Kye, "Cripple."
He nodded to himself, and then leaned closer to the two of them. "What are we talking about? How shitty our lives turned out? I can contribute something to that."
Lazily, he jabbed a finger at Gabriella. "Junkie," he said, the finger moving towards Kye, "Cripple."
He nodded to himself, and then leaned closer to the two of them. "What are we talking about? How shitty our lives turned out? I can contribute something to that."
If Reaver possessed a mouth, he would've smiled at the snide remark and condescending tone of Gabriella's response. He leaned even closer, eyes widening to a soft blue hue, cocking his head as he watched her.
"I like you." He said, simply. "You get angry. Lots of people don't know what anger is, these days. You," he turned, gazing at Kye, "I'm not too big on yet. I'm sure that you'll grow on me, though, chrome job."
He pointedly glanced down at the youth's limbs before gazing back towards Gabriella. "How to move forward," he mused, tapping a robotic finger to his chin with a clink. "Maybe we can't. Maybe we're stuck in a shell, and all we can do is beat our fists against it."
"I like you." He said, simply. "You get angry. Lots of people don't know what anger is, these days. You," he turned, gazing at Kye, "I'm not too big on yet. I'm sure that you'll grow on me, though, chrome job."
He pointedly glanced down at the youth's limbs before gazing back towards Gabriella. "How to move forward," he mused, tapping a robotic finger to his chin with a clink. "Maybe we can't. Maybe we're stuck in a shell, and all we can do is beat our fists against it."
Reaver cocked his head in the opposite direction, tapping an index finger against the crown of his black matte head and pointing towards Gabriella, nodding once. "The addict doubles as a perceptive human - good. Very good."
He glanced sidelong at Kye, nodding slightly. "Perspective is a funny thing, Mr. Gump. You need perspective to gain perspective, but you can't have perspective unless you get perspective. It's one of those... what's the phrase? Snake biting it's own scrotum? Tail? Fuck it. Circular thingerydoos."
He propped upwards on two legs, eyeing Gabriella. "For instance, take Treadmarks, here. If Miss Shoots-Freely were in your position, and you in hers, would you both be sitting here? You can't really tell, because you've never been in each other's shoes. You'd need to try them on before you could walk. See where I'm going with this, Limpy?"
He glanced sidelong at Kye, nodding slightly. "Perspective is a funny thing, Mr. Gump. You need perspective to gain perspective, but you can't have perspective unless you get perspective. It's one of those... what's the phrase? Snake biting it's own scrotum? Tail? Fuck it. Circular thingerydoos."
He propped upwards on two legs, eyeing Gabriella. "For instance, take Treadmarks, here. If Miss Shoots-Freely were in your position, and you in hers, would you both be sitting here? You can't really tell, because you've never been in each other's shoes. You'd need to try them on before you could walk. See where I'm going with this, Limpy?"
Reaver nodded, scooting his chair closer, his hands coming to grip at the table as he glanced between the two of them. "Of course, of course. I don't mind at all. In fact, what I've been wanting to say since I sat down, is..."
Suddenly, the robot leapt to his feet, sending the chair toppling over and flying sideways, careening towards Kazen. His hands heaved, sending the table the two were situated at flipping over, high and away from the two of them as the robot shrieked, "FUCK THE POLICE!"
He pointed at both of them. "You're both sorry sacks of shit, meat and bone. Shoot all the crack in the world, lady. Get an exoskeleton of metal. Because life's a gaping toilet of fecal matter, and eventually, you're all going to get flushed."
He nodded to himself, once, before turning towards where his chair went off to. "Did I hit someone? Please tell me I hit someone."
Suddenly, the robot leapt to his feet, sending the chair toppling over and flying sideways, careening towards Kazen. His hands heaved, sending the table the two were situated at flipping over, high and away from the two of them as the robot shrieked, "FUCK THE POLICE!"
He pointed at both of them. "You're both sorry sacks of shit, meat and bone. Shoot all the crack in the world, lady. Get an exoskeleton of metal. Because life's a gaping toilet of fecal matter, and eventually, you're all going to get flushed."
He nodded to himself, once, before turning towards where his chair went off to. "Did I hit someone? Please tell me I hit someone."
Reaver watched Aiyanna-B carefully, his long, robotic fingers tapping idly against his chest as he took in Arden, watching the man with a critical gaze. He didn't know of their conflict; he was more prone to causing it than resolving it, but the cripple and the junkie's conversation earlier left him... ponderous. He wondered about what would happen if he tried to save the woman. He wondered what would happen if he tried to save her.
No time like the present.
With a sudden rapid hiss of pneumatics and a burst of flinching speed, Reaver tapped into his assassin instincts and charged towards Aiyanna-A, one of his arms folding into a complex looking blade as he made contact.
No time like the present.
With a sudden rapid hiss of pneumatics and a burst of flinching speed, Reaver tapped into his assassin instincts and charged towards Aiyanna-A, one of his arms folding into a complex looking blade as he made contact.
One of the tentacles wrapped around the assassin-droid's left forearm, and Reaver immediately pulled it tight as the rest of the squid-like appendages attempted to grip at his form. Swinging his forearm-blade around, the metal gleaming and sharp in the dim lights of the bar, Reaver slashed downwards at the base of the tentacles, severing a great deal of them. To his dismay, his left arm fell to the floor with a spark of metal and wiring.
Rearing back again, Reaver attempted to plunge his blade into the sentinel.
Rearing back again, Reaver attempted to plunge his blade into the sentinel.
Rearing back again, Reaver attempted to plunge his blade into the sentinel. The blade sunk deep, the machine uttering a single squeal before going limp against the blade. Reaver, utilizing the impaled machinery, suddenly whirled before launching the heap of scrap towards Aiyanna-A, hoping to disrupt her will.
Reaver stared at the five sentinels, coming towards him in slow, menacing movements. They surrounded him, penning him in. His lighted gaze fell on each one in turn, even as the target of his half-hearted rescue was carried off by two more of the goddamn things. His one remaining arm jerked outward, the blade slowly flipping inwards, and out popped an elongated silenced SMG.
"Alllllrighty then," Reaver intoned, in a near-impersonation of Ace Ventura. "Let's get this party started."
A sentinel flashed downards towards him, a razor sharp tentacle slashing the air as Reaver darted sideways, unloading six rounds into the hull of the machine. Two more moved in from behind, and Reaver leapt backwards in a high backflip, firing down at the two of them as his joints flared, the bottoms of his feet giving him an extra boost of propulsion as he darted further away. The five Sentinels gave chase, the robot opening fire as he careened backwards, slamming against the far wall of the bar.
He deactivated his propulsion as the sentinels caught him, dropping him to the floor of the bar as the machines slammed into the wall in a tangle of steel and twisted metal. Not wasting any time, Reaver charged towards Aiyanna-A.
"HEY! BITCH!" He called, his SMG forming into a blade once more. "GOT ANY MORE SHIT FOR ME TO WRECK?"
"Alllllrighty then," Reaver intoned, in a near-impersonation of Ace Ventura. "Let's get this party started."
A sentinel flashed downards towards him, a razor sharp tentacle slashing the air as Reaver darted sideways, unloading six rounds into the hull of the machine. Two more moved in from behind, and Reaver leapt backwards in a high backflip, firing down at the two of them as his joints flared, the bottoms of his feet giving him an extra boost of propulsion as he darted further away. The five Sentinels gave chase, the robot opening fire as he careened backwards, slamming against the far wall of the bar.
He deactivated his propulsion as the sentinels caught him, dropping him to the floor of the bar as the machines slammed into the wall in a tangle of steel and twisted metal. Not wasting any time, Reaver charged towards Aiyanna-A.
"HEY! BITCH!" He called, his SMG forming into a blade once more. "GOT ANY MORE SHIT FOR ME TO WRECK?"