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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/17/2016 1:54:22 AM
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*Sketch walks in, his fur is now it's normal color.*
"Oh boy... This'll be fun..."
*Sketch starts repairing him, and after working for two days he's finally done.*
*Thinking "Oh my god that took a long time... I wonder if he will activate himself or if there is some kind of switch...*
English
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[u]Isole whirrs to life, his main computers turning on. A robotic voice goes through basic diagnostics before rebooting. Isole sits up, his eyes lighting up with energy.[/u]
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"Um... Hello... I repaired you... Remember, I'm that guy who's eardrums you caused to explode..."
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[u]Isole looks around, his eyes scanning the environment in an effort to re-acquaint his senses. Upon realizing Sketch was there, he gives a sheepish whir of mechanics.[/u] "[i]Yeah... Sorry about that.[/i]" [u]He scratches his head uncomfortably.[/u]
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"I've repaired you but not the guitar... I don't want you using it again until I'm sure you can be trusted with it. It was one o' clock in the morning, nobody wants to hear eardrum-burstingly loud music then. My ears and Sapphire's ears are extremely sensitive too, I'm surprised they didn't start bleeding earlier."
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[u]Isole's eyes suddenly turn a violent red, and they can tell he's not to be messed with.[/u] "[i]You will give me my guitar, now.[/i]"
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Edited by Skatch142: 8/17/2016 5:24:58 PM"Look, it's still broken and I'll gladly fix it for you but I need to know you aren't going to hurt anyone with it. I don't want you going around the Dojo waking people up them making their eardrums exploade..." *He steps back a little but remains calm and doesn't seem afraid.*
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[u]Isole stands up now, his arms readied in an offensive position.[/u] "[i]I can repair my guitar on my own. You're lucky you didn't think to repair it, as I would have made sure it was the last thing you did with those damned things. Only I may work on that guitar, for it is my right and only mine given unto me by my creator.[/i]"
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"Mmmmkay... Well, it's in the corner." *He points to the pile of guitar pieces sitting in the corner.* "But really. No concerts while people are sleeping and don't play it too loudly... It hurts our ears."
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[u]Isole simply flicks his wrist towards the guitar, and something strange begins to happens with the parts. Wires from the inner workings of it grasp onto each-other, pulling themselves together. The guitar strings meld together, fixing themselves with a twang. The cracks fuse, leaving behind no sign of the guitar's destruction.[/u] "[i]If you had left me alone, this would have happened eventually, but hanks anyway. As with the music, I'll refrain as a thank you for not just leaving me even though I would have been fine. You are a good person, Sketch. Know this.[/i]" [u]He stands up, grabbing his guitar as he walks out.[/u]
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"Well, um, thank you."
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[spoiler]fin[/spoiler]
