Post by viruswithshoes on Aug 9, 2018 18:38:21 GMT -5
OOC: Tilecuahtli has permission to move Toulon around.
A career making prosthetic limbs forced Toulon's mind to a different place than most when he heard the words "Three-legged Race".
He wasn't sure he had the materials available to craft a cybernetic third leg for his new crewman.
"Three-legged men don't count. And I don't want to hear any comments about 'third legs' from any of you perverts," the mistress of ceremonies announced. "Two people. Three legs."
Toulon groaned in dismay at the circumventing of his mild cleverness.
"I suppose it's you and me, first mate." Without so much as an an 'excuse me while I feel you up' a man came up behind the dismayed puppet master, holding onto the buzz cut doctor while unlocking his shackles and cuffs. Those same shackles were them relocated to one of his legs the other to the only man in his crew, Aguila.
It was awkward having to wrap two of his four arms around another person to keep balance but weighed against indentured servitude to pirates or marines he didn't mind. He suddenly became hyper aware of his own body and how it differed from his partner's. Four inches taller, long gangling arms partially made of metal, and far as the sweating man could tell, smelling like a greasy covered mechanic after a sauna.
Toulon looked around at the pirates and marines in their two man groups, ten groups in total. They seemed far too intense for a simple picnic game for children. When he saw one man handed a lead pipe from one of his crew and a marine handling a flintlock pistol it became obvious that the lack of a 'no weapons' rule was not an oversight.
There were two gun shots, the first being the starting pistol the second came from his marine rival's weapon. The pirate with the lead pipe found himself clutching a bleeding leg wound and the doctor in Toulon wanted to help but knew he had no choice but to run.
"Shouldn't of brought a pipe to a gun fight, moron."
All sense of sportsmanship disappeared from the cyborg's mind when he saw blood and wanted to win quickly by any means necessary. The strings normally reserved for manipulating his puppets burst from the tips of his cybernetic lower right arm, entangling the trigger happy marine, causing him to fall.
He wished he had something clever to say to the downed man but instead concentrated on keeping pace with his partner and not entangling Aguila by ejecting the metallic strings he had used to trip up his adversary.
A career making prosthetic limbs forced Toulon's mind to a different place than most when he heard the words "Three-legged Race".
He wasn't sure he had the materials available to craft a cybernetic third leg for his new crewman.
"Three-legged men don't count. And I don't want to hear any comments about 'third legs' from any of you perverts," the mistress of ceremonies announced. "Two people. Three legs."
Toulon groaned in dismay at the circumventing of his mild cleverness.
"I suppose it's you and me, first mate." Without so much as an an 'excuse me while I feel you up' a man came up behind the dismayed puppet master, holding onto the buzz cut doctor while unlocking his shackles and cuffs. Those same shackles were them relocated to one of his legs the other to the only man in his crew, Aguila.
It was awkward having to wrap two of his four arms around another person to keep balance but weighed against indentured servitude to pirates or marines he didn't mind. He suddenly became hyper aware of his own body and how it differed from his partner's. Four inches taller, long gangling arms partially made of metal, and far as the sweating man could tell, smelling like a greasy covered mechanic after a sauna.
Toulon looked around at the pirates and marines in their two man groups, ten groups in total. They seemed far too intense for a simple picnic game for children. When he saw one man handed a lead pipe from one of his crew and a marine handling a flintlock pistol it became obvious that the lack of a 'no weapons' rule was not an oversight.
There were two gun shots, the first being the starting pistol the second came from his marine rival's weapon. The pirate with the lead pipe found himself clutching a bleeding leg wound and the doctor in Toulon wanted to help but knew he had no choice but to run.
"Shouldn't of brought a pipe to a gun fight, moron."
All sense of sportsmanship disappeared from the cyborg's mind when he saw blood and wanted to win quickly by any means necessary. The strings normally reserved for manipulating his puppets burst from the tips of his cybernetic lower right arm, entangling the trigger happy marine, causing him to fall.
He wished he had something clever to say to the downed man but instead concentrated on keeping pace with his partner and not entangling Aguila by ejecting the metallic strings he had used to trip up his adversary.