Post by Vio on May 25, 2015 10:00:24 GMT -5
The typical response to landing on your rear quite forcefully would probably be a yell of pain, but for the Clockwork Soldier, the response she gave was utter silence. A series of primitive pressure sensors was all she had to go by when it came to physical contact, and none of those were present on her backside. After a few long seconds of sitting there on the paved streets, it was only the fact that the pressure on her feet had been lessened that the mechanical maiden realised she had actually taken an unexpected tumble. Her own fault of course, but it was hard enough to explain to her the process of walking, let alone tell her what she was doing wrong. Right and wrong were alien concepts. Well, right wasn't so unusual, but that was a completely different right, right?
"Hey. Hey. Everything alright?" asked Tony, walking over to the fallen figure and taking a hold of her hand, metallic fingers instinctively clutching the man's own extremities as he set off the pressure plate in her palm. A simplistic design which could probably be fine tuned with the present day;s technology, all it did was provide the automaton with the ability to hold objects much as humans did. That said, nobody in their right (there it is again!) mind would give this girl anything to hold. Hauled from her seat by the strength of the Warrant Officer, Miss Machine wobbled rather wildly on her feet before her mechanical mind made the necessary adjustments, by which time there was a finger in front of her face. That finger belonged to the blond man.
"You see the scaffold over there?" Mister Pensatore asked her, his words slow enough for the robot to make out to some degree. In all honesty, she had absolutely no idea what a scaffold was, but that was not too important. It was clear enough that the Marine wanted her to move in a particular direction, and while the normal mind might have questioned why he wanted that, her own did not give it a second thought. It barely gave a first, as well.
"I-e-su- To-ni- Re-fu-to- Ra-i-to-" Confirming her obligations with her typical tinny voice, the synthetic soldier began her usual chanting and waddled off in the direction that she had been pointed in. One unsteady step at a time, she walked towards the strange tower of metal that stood tall and proud in the plaza, its iron beams having been replaced and patched together in a manner that screamed of repair work. Not that the Clockwork Soldier would have understood any of that. To her unblinking eyes, it was naught but a thing that was there, much like the pavement upon which she walked or the endless splash of blue and white that had loomed above since her awakening. Ignoring both of those things, she focused entirely on the orders given to her. They held the highest priority at present and, even when the very soul that had given her those orders approached, she practically ignored him in favour of continuing onward. Consistent in her chanting, and consistent in getting her left and right mixed up, she was completely oblivious to anything else.
"Re-fu-to- Ra-iiiiiiiii-" No sooner had the clockwork creation reached the centre of the plaza than the whirring of a chainsaw met her artificial ears, steel teeth emerging from nowhere and grinding against her shoulder. Through her dress they tore, sending out frazzled fibres and dull red sparks as the weapon of the assailant ground through her plastic skin and struck at her copper skeleton. Onlookers watched in horror as the tall and slender figure in white attempted to carve through the blonde girl's body, but it was not long before the unexpected happened. Within a matter of seconds, the autonomous entity had become something entirely different. Much like the previous instance, the slow-working innards of Miss Machine were whirring and rattling, invigorating her body and pushing her to her limits. But alas, breaking free of the spider-bird's attack was a task easier said than done, for while one arm sawed through her shoulder, another gripped her torso to hold her in place. There was only one way out...
Within a matter of seconds, the strange gears attached to the Clockwork Soldier's legs had shifted positions, locking themselves to her ankles and resembling some sort of strange roller skate. Indeed, that was their exact purpose, and only now did it dawn upon the damaged damsel why that rattling noise from earlier had been so familiar. It was a noise she had heard before, and she was about to demonstrate exactly where it came from. Leaning forwards in an attempt to break free of the Cazador's grasp, the heels of her boots - which had extended when her 'skates' had shifted - lifted from the ground. The change in pressure set off the wheels, their tiny teeth scraping shrilly against the paving stones under them and kicking up fine dust and dull sparks.
That was enough.
The grinding of chainsaw teeth left her ears as the mechanical maiden pulled forwards with speed and grace unlike her usual self, turning and forcing herself free of the spider-bird's grip by slamming her shield into its own elongated arm. Of course, the cyborg in white barely flinched, its pallid visage very likely showing no signs of emotion beneath the beaked mask that it wore once more. Grinding to a halt, heels braking her movements, the robotic lady seemed to pause. Despite the whirring, clicking and buzzing from within her body, she was utterly still once again. Watching. Waiting. Wondering. This thing had attacked her before, though she did not remember that at all. All of her memories were practically erased in this state, postponed until the battle was over, but for now her body was more or less focused on rewinding itself in preparation for the next attack...