but that backflip tho {open}

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    Terminal was doing something...sort of out of his norm. Usually he'd be silently doing something that benifited his looks or databanks. Put on four layers of eyeliner for his four eyes, sharpen his claws, something like that. But now he was making sure all of his battle mechanics worked, specifically the dodging mechanism. So, the robot had set up a little cube of sorts with one side open so that he could enter and exit it just fine. The six legged robot was finding his way to flip off the walls of the cube and then using his frontmost paws to grip onto part of the outside of the box and fling himself up there. Terminal was basically parkoring all around the box. He had in fact been doing this for a while now, time wise , as a small timer attached to the sort of exercise device had a clear time of at least 12 minutes. [/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 450px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][font=arial]Moselle had been trotting by, nose in the air and a sweet whistle on her lips and she saw the oddest thing, basically terminal jumping around a box like a jumping bean. Moselle paused, leg up and head tilted then slowly she shook her head; that wasn't even the oddest thing she had seen her clanmates doing. walking to the box, Moselle stuck her head into the box curiously, "this is an odd contraption and it would be a durable prison," she joked and leaned back with a grin. "I'm Moselle by the way," it seems they hadn't met but now they were more than strangers.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Much like Moselle, the sight of Terminal hopping around some sort of box brought Helvetica over. Red eyes full of wonder, he scanned his gaze over the box. With hearing what Moselle said about it possibly being a prison, he smirked slightly at the thought. Oh, he could already imagine luring someone in their, and then taunting them about it. He always liked to play with his prey, after all~. What fun was it to just kill someone right off the bat, without having a little fun at first? These thoughts still fresh in mind, the now happy male stopped daydreaming about numerous ways to torture someone in the box and instead opted to speak. "Mm, what are you doing there, anyways?" he asked, tail smoothly sweeping behind him as he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.


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    Terminal paused for a moment once he heard the others' questions. He quickly landed from a jump in front of the two and began speaking. "Thi-Thi-This is actually in fa-fact my own personal ex-ex-exercise contraption...though it wo-wo-would make a good prison. And I am c-c-currently making sure I don't lo-lo-lose my information of d-d-dodging by g-g-gymnastics, which Is why I was cu-cu-currently jumping around like that."[/fancypost]


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    [sup]Wingdin would crawl over, staring curiously. Gaster murmured inside his head, sadistic and cold. I could give him a reason to dodge, Said the scientist silently to Wingdin, who shuddered and flattened his ears. "N-nice," He managed, with a smile.