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Post by 986 on Feb 12, 2011 11:46:47 GMT -8
At first 12 thought that her thoughts were right, and that there was no one else there. Then, she got a reply. Yes. Yes, there is. I am another Stitchpunk.I would hope so. She thought. A talking machine would definitely be the last thing I would want to deal with right now. Then, the voice spoke again. Dearest stranger, are your intentions devious? For I hold a weapon and I will use it if necessary. 12 was silent for a second. Well he sure doesn't sound like a threat... She thought. "I assure you now, I have no ill intentions unless you show ill intentions to me." She replied. He better not have any. 12 thought.
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 12, 2011 11:54:20 GMT -8
"I assure you, I have no ill intentions unless you show ill intentions to me."
1971 let out a sigh of relief. He placed the sewing needle back in his bag and then his flute. He then spoke, trying to keep his voice loud and clear. "I am relieved to hear that."
He paused for a moment to think. Shall I join this Stitchpunk? Or shan't I? Two are better in fighting threats off. It will be safer. His gaze shifted towards the direction of the Stitchpunk.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" He asked. "Two can fight Beasts or any threats easier than a single individual."
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 12, 2011 12:22:16 GMT -8
"Is someone else there?"
Tony was brought out his thoughts when he heard 12's voice. For a moment he seemed puzzled.
"Yes," came a reply, which piqued the Lone's attention. Cautious he rose to his feet. "Yes, there is. I am another stitchpunk. Tony tensed.
"Dearest stranger, are your intentions devious? For I hold a weapon and I will use it if necessary."
"I assure you now, I have no ill intentions unless you show ill intentions to me," replied 12, which caused Tony to turn his gaze upon her. Though, he said nothing, but watched as the stranger moved closer to them.
"I am relieved to hear that," replied the new comer.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" he asked. "two can fight Beasts or any threats easier than a single individual."
Tony only stood there. He said nothing, but cataloged this new doll. Looks could always deceive. And words could deceive as well. This new stitchpunk, he didn't seem like a threat. Tony relaxed a bit.
He took note of the weapon he had spoke of, two sewing needles. He scowled behind his scarf. Needles were used to mend others, not hurt. Though, he let the thought drop.
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Post by 986 on Feb 12, 2011 12:41:53 GMT -8
I am relieved to hear that. 12 relaxed slightly when the other stitcpunk spoke. You are not the only one who is relieved by this. [/color]She thought. Would you mind if I joined you? Two can fight Beasts or any threats easier than a single individual. She paused a moment, then figuring it wouldn't be too bad for another to join replied. "I wouldn't mind at all." She then turned her head towards Tony."Would you mind?"
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 12, 2011 14:11:21 GMT -8
"I wouldn't mind at all. Would you mind?"
Wait? There's two of them? Asked 1971 in his thoughts. He started feeling a little wary again but he kept moving towards them.
"Excuse me, but... Is there two Stitchpunks? Or are you speaking to yourself?" He managed to refrain from laughing at his last comment. He kept walking until he reached the two other Stitchpunks.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 12, 2011 15:00:28 GMT -8
"I wouldn't mind at all. Would you mind?"
Tony smiled a little, just a little though, before shaking his head. He sat back down on the brick he had sat on earlier.
"Excuse me, but... Is there two Stitchpunks? Or are you speaking to yourself?" the other one called out again.
Turning his gaze to the speaker, Tony opened his mouth and called back in a clear voice:
"She's not alone, I'm here."
Exactly how far was the other doll? The black haired doll placed both of his elbows on his knees and entwined his fingers, before resting his chin on his hands.
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 12, 2011 23:27:49 GMT -8
"She's not alone, I'm here."
Another voice. This cleared the confusion that had arose in 1971's mind. There were two Stitchpunks after all.
1971 then walked around a small pile of rubble. He was feeling a little anxious about the encounter but he managed a smile. "Hello."
He walked towards them and decided it was the right time to introduce himself. "I'm 1971." He took a bow. "I don't want to brag, but... I am a musician." This comment was accompanied by a-n uneasy- laugh. He placed his fingers on his flute and played a short tune.
I hope you are sure about this. You don't know what they might want from you. An almost silent voice spoke in his head. You must be careful.
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Post by 986 on Feb 13, 2011 11:19:16 GMT -8
12 relaxed when she saw Tony nod, confirming that he wouldn't mind. She was slightly amused by the stranger's next comment. Excuse me, but... Is there two Stitchpunks? Or are you speaking to yourself? She was about to reply when Tony spoke up. She's not alone, I'm here. 12 saw the other stitchpunk appear. She noted that this guy had for weapons was two sewing needles, which was something not unusual. Hello I'm 1971. I don't want to brag, but... I am a musician. 12 was slightly surprised that 1971 bowed, had an uneasy laugh, then played a short tune. "I'm 12." Then she added. "You're a good musician."
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 13, 2011 11:28:20 GMT -8
"You're a good musician."
1971 chuckled at this comment. Were he a human, he would blush. "Pleased to meet you, 12." He said and held his hand out.
He was still feeling uneasy but he tried very hard to not show it and act as cordial as he could. Would the situation turn more awkward, he would start playing on his flute.This always seemed to work.
But right now, he was just smiling.
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Post by 986 on Feb 13, 2011 12:18:07 GMT -8
1971 had chuckled at the comment, and this made 12 smile slightly. Pleased to meet you, 12. She noticed his hand being held out and lightly shook it. "Nice to meet you too 1971." She replied. "So how did you get that intrument anyway?" She then asked. It looked familiar.... But she couldn't tell what it was called.
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 13, 2011 12:46:32 GMT -8
1971 looked at his flute and his face suddenly got a very calmly happy, dreamy like, expression.
"My flute, you mean?" He said. "Well, I made it myself. From scrap metal. It was a lot of work but it really did pay off."
He then played another short tune, filling the area around them with the flute's music. When he stopped, he looked at 12.
"I can make many instruments out of the resources found here in the Emptiness..." He turned his gaze to the sky and continued speaking. "I once made a guitar out of various pieces of wood and some string I found..." He sighed. "It was a beautiful guitar... "
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Post by 986 on Feb 13, 2011 18:08:31 GMT -8
12 watched as the peaceful, dreamy expression spread across 1971. My flute, you mean? She nodded at this. Yes...yes that's what it was! Why did it sound so familiar? Well, I made it myself. From scrap metal. It was a lot of work but it really did pay off. "Wow, that's very amazing that you made it yourself." She commented, then listened as 1971 played another tune. He looked at her before continuing. I can make many instruments out of the resources found here in the Emptiness...I once made a guitar out of various pieces of wood and some string I found... It was a beautiful guitar... "Must have been really amazing by the way you describe it." 12 replied, looking at 1971.
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 14, 2011 5:52:08 GMT -8
"Must have been really amazing by the way you describe it."
1971 nodded and sighed again. The memories of this hand crafted guitar, and what happened to it made him feel ready to break down in sobs, but he managed to keep hold of himself and retain the smile on his face.
"Yes... It was... Beautiful." He tried hard not to let his voice tremble. "And the sound it made... It could tame a beast... Or so I used to think." He laughed. "It's funny and ironic that a beast destroyed it."
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Post by 986 on Feb 14, 2011 15:39:00 GMT -8
Yes... It was... Beautiful...And the sound it made... It could tame a beast... Or so I used to think. It's funny and ironic that a beast destroyed it. "That stinks that a beast broke what must've been such a wonderful guitar." 12 said quietly. She knew it would really bother her if some hulking machine broke something that she worked so hard on making.... She wouldn't tolerate it very well at all....
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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 17, 2011 5:17:58 GMT -8
1971 laughed reassuringly. "Well... It's in the past now... After all, I can make another one." He sighed. "Of course, it would not look like the one I mentioned... But it would serve its purpose."
He walked around a bit, looking at the other two Stitchpunks. "Well, what about you?" He paused and then spoke a little more before allowing the others to speak. "I'm sure that you didn't just... Appear here."
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