Post by Smiley on Dec 6, 2021 20:10:11 GMT -5
That repurposed shipwreck had not been the best thing to sail along the Grand Line, as it turned out. With what was basically a floating, shoddy boat propelled by the jet dials on his back and not an idea of where he was to use his internal directional systems, he was pretty much aimless in where to go. Hence, he went a single direction and just went with it. Straight in the same direction, for days, then, for weeks. Food wasn't scarce: a rinky dink vessel like his was often targetted by smaller sea kings whose meat was optimal for his internal combustion system, but the strain on the crappy vessel was made noticeable quickly.
Land, thankfully, didn't take long to find. Crashing himself on a beach where a few children were playing, it was much to their horror (and curiosity) when, from what looked like a high-speed crash, the huge man with a bucket-shaped head stood up like nothing had ever occurred. The place he located himself.. nothing in memory seemed to ring a bell.
. . .Scanning. . .
Human Child detected.
Presumed age: 8-10.
Dilated pupils, accelerated chest movements - heightened breathing (?), conservative stance.
Fear: Presumed.
Proceed Cautiously. Avoid chaos at the present moment.
Land, thankfully, didn't take long to find. Crashing himself on a beach where a few children were playing, it was much to their horror (and curiosity) when, from what looked like a high-speed crash, the huge man with a bucket-shaped head stood up like nothing had ever occurred. The place he located himself.. nothing in memory seemed to ring a bell.
. . .Scanning. . .
Human Child detected.
Presumed age: 8-10.
Dilated pupils, accelerated chest movements - heightened breathing (?), conservative stance.
Fear: Presumed.
Proceed Cautiously. Avoid chaos at the present moment.
"Young man.. would you kindly tell me where I am?" Bucket asked in a kind, yet slightly mechanical way as he crouched down to one knee, to be at a bit more of an eye level with the child. Those black voids that he usually had for eyes lit up as he crouched down to their more friendly, cartoony ones, emanating a low light from them as he looked directly at the kid. It seemed his strategy worked, as the child, although apprehensively, told him that he was in Crysiland. Once he had his answer, Bucket deemed that he had attained enough information from the child so, he merely thanked the child, got up and began walking further inland.
. . .Searching Memory Banks. . .
Crysiland detected.
Files incomplete.
Relevant: Origin of Crysiland Crystals. Rumored to be great material.
Possible upgrades with Crysiland Crystals?
. . .Calculating Probability. . .
102%. 2% Margin of error.
Crysiland detected.
Files incomplete.
Relevant: Origin of Crysiland Crystals. Rumored to be great material.
Possible upgrades with Crysiland Crystals?
. . .Calculating Probability. . .
102%. 2% Margin of error.
"Note: Recalibrate internal calculations as soon as possible." The giant cyborg spoke to himself in a surprisingly angered, yet hushed tone, moving towards the closest coastal town. In the people around him, he detected the same signs he saw in the child, although lessened. Dilated pupils, conservative stance, likely fear or apprehension. Calculating that he wouldn't get info out of any of them anytime soon, Bucket decided that he should continue searching for a better source of information: while, at the same time, searching for possible weaknesses in guard patrols.
Just in case a non-chaotic approach is impossible.
From the corner of his eye, though, he detected movement that felt out of normal. Although he didn't have long enough to look, he had taken a picture, which he quickly projected onto the back of his hand through his right eye. A man, talking to a pair of two other men. His calculations indicated one dressed formally, the other two in typical martial arts garments.
"I thought Martial Artists had belts."
His calculations indicated one dressed formally, the other two in possibly typical martial arts garments.
For now, Bucket decided to approach slowly and hang behind the corner of one of the houses, choosing to eavesdrop first before he questioned. Questioning under duress, according to internal files, as it reads: "May lead to innacurate reports that may prove detrimental to the objective".
In other words, torturing sometimes only extracts bullshit.
Just in case a non-chaotic approach is impossible.
From the corner of his eye, though, he detected movement that felt out of normal. Although he didn't have long enough to look, he had taken a picture, which he quickly projected onto the back of his hand through his right eye. A man, talking to a pair of two other men. His calculations indicated one dressed formally, the other two in typical martial arts garments.
"I thought Martial Artists had belts."
His calculations indicated one dressed formally, the other two in possibly typical martial arts garments.
For now, Bucket decided to approach slowly and hang behind the corner of one of the houses, choosing to eavesdrop first before he questioned. Questioning under duress, according to internal files, as it reads: "May lead to innacurate reports that may prove detrimental to the objective".
In other words, torturing sometimes only extracts bullshit.