Dmitrii sighed. "Godammit. Well before I die, can you hand me some wine? I'm coming down hard." Dmitrii's eyes observed the metallic servant of this 'Vic'. "You know, its pretty dumb to put essential gears on the outside of its face. If I was able to land a kick and dent one of it's gears, it'd be game over for him."
i think i recall you saying that his face had exposed gears. is that correct?
'Bronze is better, you know.' Dmitrii said calmly, even though facing a 7 foot behemoth. 'It's lighter, though I have no doubt that that robot can already move pretty fast.' He coughed up some blood, which stuck itself to the robot's face. 'So how about it? Can i have one last drink?'
Dmitrii sighed. "Internal lattice structures of steel would do fine inside of the bronze, since it's not a complete coating, it would balance out steel and endurance." His glasses reflected the light straight into Vic's face, not allowing him to see his eyes. "By the way, why the hell do you have a huge monkey wrench under your trench coat. I could understand the combat use, but it's very ineffective whilst working with machinery, I presume." Dmitrii's glasses were one of a kind, specially crafted by him, they allowed him to see metals through other objects, unless they were pretty thick.
Dmitrii gritted his teeth. "I couldn't even bite you if I tried. I'm basically a fucking bat without my glasses." Dmitrii was pretty pissed, that was for certain. Those glasses were his most prized possession. "Look. I'm not exactly the richest man, but I gotta have those glasses back. I'll do whatever you say." Dmitrii couldn't feel his arms, anymore, as they had gone numb from being held for so long and so tightly. "I could help with the engine. Please, I'll do anything."
yeah lets wait.
#savebronzeblade
im excited. this is amazing, im glad i started roleplaying again in time for this.
edit: we gotta get a plotting/ooc thread up for this
lol i dont think we could break him if we tried.
eeehh. my personal preference would be no, but its up to bronzeblade and the rest of the people here
a few days ago, i could have sword that i had seen a harry porrter subcategory(named hogwarts). and even replied to a thread
but now i cant find it?
help? thanks in advance
godammit
recap
Dmitrii gritted his teeth. "I couldn't even bite you if I tried. I'm basically a fucking bat without my glasses." Dmitrii was pretty pissed, that was for certain. Those glasses were his most prized possession. "Look. I'm not exactly the richest man, but I gotta have those glasses back. I'll do whatever you say." Dmitrii couldn't feel his arms, anymore, as they had gone numb from being held for so long and so tightly. "I could help with the engine. Please, I'll do anything."
Dmitrii *****
Dmitrii grew up in an orphanage, unloved and slightly neglected in the Mist Village(at age 16 he had been taken to the Leaf Village for reasons unknown. No one but himself knows his home village, though). He was abandoned by his parents at birth. The caretaker at the orphanage hadn't ever told him why they abandoned him, or what his last name was. He guesses it's something dark, though, as she turns pale whenever he used to ask. He had discovered his kekke genkai when he was six, and it was quite interesting. He is able to turn invisible at will, along with being able to disguise his chakra too. He's a genius and a quick learner, but he isn't good at many jutsus. But one of the few that he's able to perform is a one hit kill jutsu, by using a sharp stab of chakra at the back of the neck, he is able to decapitate his enemies with a single blow, the only downside being that his chakra is painfully obvious and easy to detect when doing so. This is an original of his, and one he doesn't plan on sharing how to do. Being a psychopath, he doesn't mind killing once, and has done it quite a few times in the past. He had worked for Zabuza Momochi when food was scarce at the orphanage, and had made a feasible living. Dmitrii is 6 feet 3 inches tall, and quite lanky, with dark green eyes and jet black hair. He doesn't talk to people he doesn't know well if he can help it, and is quite the introvert. He's always quite bored, as killing - the one thing he lives for - has become too easy for him.
i though a invisibility + 1 hit would be kinda cool. dont worry i wont make him win every fight instantly or anything, he finds battles boring, so he usually doesn't join in if he doesn't have to. tell me if i should change anything
btw im probably gonna be active for a while tonight. we could go onto a roleplaying spree if you'd like
i probably wont change my form b/c im lazy and on mobile, but ill try to have my character a little more extroverted
shall we start?
Dmitrii was glad he had his glasses back when he looked around the engine room. being able to see again was a relief. he snorted as he saw the poor condition of some internal parts. he found a tool bench and had gotten to work soon enough. "So, 'Gears', are you actually sentient, or is your master just trying to make me think that?"
shall they have some sort of appointment to meet and discuss their new partnership at some food place?
Dmitrii gripped his head after coming out from under the engine, repairing pieces of the machine with the little scrap metal they had. "So much for not getting a hangover" He said before vomiting into a drain meant for grease and excess water. He leaned on the wall for a few minutes, before staggering past Gears towards the door. He needed some fresh air.
Dmitrii glared at Gears. "Would you rather me vomit outside, or in these vents. It'd smell a shit ton, not to mention that it'd probably not have a positive effect on your broken down machinery. It looks to me like you guys suck at raiding parties like the one you picked me up in. When was the last time this thing had some half decent parts in it?"
Dmitrii sighed quietly before walking out of there groggily. He stumbled through the ship, trying to asses what he could with his headache transitioning into a migraine. After finally finding the latter to the deck, he climbed it, relieved. He soon made his way to the side of the boat and began to throw up the remainder of his dinner.
