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Wait a minute, this isn't Robocop!

Who: Copy X, any robots/AIs/artificial lifeforms unfortunate enough to get in his way
What: Baseless robopression and senseless violence! Yeah!!
Where: All around the schooool
When: Over the course of several days, beginning May 21
Warnings: Many many dollars' worth of smashed electronics.

[Copy X remained thoroughly dissatisfied with the way things were going around here. Give some roboticist the right to uphold martial law with an army of robots, sure... but whose job is it to monitor the robots, then? The situation still seemed remarkably out of control to him; the city remained a hotbed of hostility, and there was a remarkable lack of consequence for stepping out of line.

Take, for example, that little robot-girl who'd been involved in that shooting a while back. Still alive and functional, roaming wild through a school full of young humans. That struck Copy X as absurdly lenient. The punishment for Maverick behaviour -- for choosing to use the superior strength and firepower that humanity had given reploidkind to harm human beings -- was swift and immediate retirement. That was how it had always been, back in Neo Arcadia.

Copy X may have lacked the official authority he had back home, but he still wasn't one to sit back idly when things were being run this badly. There was an idea stirring in the back of his programming: really, he ought to start taking things into his own hands.]

((OOC: OKAY, IT'S SMASHY TIME. If you're one of the lucky few who wants to get your robutt kicked by Copy X, go ahead and put up a post, give it a date in the header, and sit back and wait for Copy to work his magic. You're all welcome to use this post for discovering/reassembling broken 'bots, or whatever other botsmashing-related purposes you like.

Note that I won't actually have any hands in the rebuilding of said robots, but I can recommend you to several characters who'd be all over robot-repair. Likewise, if you have a character who'd be into fixing up everyone, don't be shy about working things out! If you'd rather have that part handled offscreen, that's fine too -- either the school or FDC hospital is bound to have repair facilities.

FINALLY: if there's any questions/plotting you guys wanna do, my Plurk is right here, so feel free to make use of it.))

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[ With her patrols finished, Vivian had wandered around campus lacking express purpose. A hall monitor temporarily without a cause, she had heard of a place referred to as the "auto shop", where there had been conversations revolving around what sounded like machinery to her. Curiosity took its hold and had lead her there to take a peek.

What she found inside the garage was about what anyone but her would expect: cars and motorcycles with missing parts and lifted hoods, the areas surrounding them mostly clean and everything properly in order. Oil stains and other whatnots littered the ground but even as Vivian's bare feet came across them, it left little on her soles that the dirt outside hadn't already contributed to.

She walked up to a car with its hood still raised, leaning her head inside. ]

Helloooo?

[ Huh. Nothing. Did these not talk? Hm. ]

[There was one robot in particular that Copy X had been hoping to run into: the machine who'd been involved in that shooting. He had a hard time shaking just how staggeringly careless it was to let a proven Maverick run free. The way the city'd been handling the situation as a whole had been horrendously slack, but this struck a personal note of irritation with him. Could he really consider himself a hero if he let a Maverick run around right under his nose?

He hadn't known where to look for her, so it had really only been sheer luck that had led him to her. Or her to him, to be precise: he'd already been in the auto shop, prowling between the dusty dormant vehicles, when he heard Vivian speak up. He spotted her past a bunch of neglected go-karts, peering into a car like she expected the engine to be enganging in small talk. Copy X didn't know anything about her exact model, but at that moment, his guess was that she was something programmed to be... sub-sentient, we'll call it.]

What were you expecting to find in there?

[Copy X called out from behind her. He already had his combat armor -- a grandiose affair of pseudo-angelic wings. No real reason to disguise hostile intent; she must have expected that sooner or later, someone would be less than happy to have a violent machine in their midst. When he spoke again, his voice carried the hard, unsympathetic edge of someone used to carrying out interrogations. What he was about to do was nothing more than a bit of routine work.]

State your designation and intended purpose, Maverick. I want to know why you're still here.

[ Vivian hadn't been expecting a voice, and even though she was "startled", she gave no real reaction to admit as much. She stood upright and turned with curiosity written all over her face. Her smile was brief - ]

Hel -

[ And her greeting cut short. All three of her eyes studied the person standing before her, one she was attempting to remember from her studied rosters. This one was staff, wasn't he? But that did leave her baffled by his question. ]

My name is Vivian. I am a sentry turret. I protect the halls. [ She smiled again, standing up straight and fixing her skirt so she looked "presentable." ] I have finished my patrols for today! [ And she was very proud, okay? ]

[Sentry turret? Nothing he was necessarily familiar with, but the word "sentry" was enough of a clue -- he was plenty familiar with the mass-produced security drones back home, after all, so it was hardly a big step to presume this was probably something relatively similar. The fact someone had bothered to give it a name instead of a serial number didn't change the fact that this was likely nothing valuable.]

You protect the halls?

[Copy X echoed, tone incredulous and mocking. He stepped closer, intending to keep Vivian cornered between him and the car she'd been checking out.]

You don't protect them. You endanger them. You've already spilled human blood, and you think you still have the right to make a claim like that?

[ It was unfortunate that Vivian couldn't really read hostility off a person if she tried. It was a skill she had yet to perfect, among many others, but his tone wasn't completely escaping her. This sounded like an accusation, which meant she might have done something wrong.

Concerned with upsetting her superiors at least, she looks nervous if only for that reason and presses back into the car just an inch or two. ]

I guard them. [ Maybe another word might make him understand? ] Students without a hall pass must be redirected to the proper authorities. [ There was one thing he did get wrong, as far as she understood him. ] I did not neutralize anyone in the halls. [ Well, she hadn't! ]

But you did neutralize someone.

Do you really think it's responsible to let a machine run loose when it's already proven it has no failsafe programming to keep it from harming humans?

[He pointed his arm cannon toward her leg and fired a shot. There wasn't a second's hesitation in the act -- she might have been a little girl, and she might have only been doing what her programming told her was best to do, but there was very little room for mercy in Copy X's mind. Mavericks were bad guys, and bad guys were destroyed. Plain and simple.]

Machines that endanger humans don't deserve to live. No excuse can change that fact.

[ Vivian reacted pretty quickly to that explosive sound, if only out of surprise. It weighed down her organs, made everything inside her flesh vibrate, and though her leg only moved by chance, it still took a sharp chunk out of her shin.

And she fell. Instantly.

This feeling seemed new to her, but she immediately recognized it in its amplified state - pain. Unparalleled to any level she had ever felt before. For the first time she had to process the unconscious act of respiration and her heart was drumming hard enough that she thought it would loosen a bolt and fall out of place. Blood easily stuck out against her pale palette, and it made her all the more aware that he had hurt her. ]

O...ow.....! [ It was a choked word as she reached up for the car, trying to force herself back to her feet. She managed rather quickly, but the effect of that shot on her body was clear to her, and she realized she was damaged.

But he had brought her harm, and she had nothing she could shoot him with. They had taken all her guns away.

But Ishimaru had asked her to never use lethal actions when this happened. Guns were lethal, so would she even shoot him because of this? Either way, she needed something else to defend herself with, but all she had was - ]

Don't shoot...!

[Don't shoot? She had the audacity to demand that of him? The cold disdain on his face only grew sharper.]

Oh, does it hurt? Is it unpleasant, getting shot?

[He didn't wait for a response; the way she'd reacted had made it obvious enough. Whether it hurt or not wouldn't have done a thing to deter him, anyway. It just meant this Maverick was getting a taste of her own medicine. He raised his arm cannon higher, this time aiming a shot for her shoulder. Still not a fatal place to aim, but she'd hardly done anything to deserve a quick retirement, had she?

Besides, it wasn't like she was much of a danger to him, was she? She had yet to try any kind of self-defense. Not that it would have done much good against the likes of him, anyway -- he was the best Neo Arcadia had to offer, wasn't he? Heroes didn't lose to disposable technology like this.]

You didn't care whether the ones you shot wanted you to shoot or not, did you? So why should I care, then? You're worth much less than a human.

[ Another sudden movement but once again, she wasn't fast enough. The heat burned into her human flesh and losing that support, she collapsed. She caught herself on the car and pushed up again, unable to realize that she could avoid further pain by not standing on her injured leg or using her now blasted arm to support herself. It was unbearable but since she never knew how to deal with it, she'd walk in a skinned bone until someone told her to stop.

Still, she was shaking badly, choking on spit caught in her throat from swift breaths, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes without her knowledge.

Worth less than a human but... feeling everything a human would feel. It didn't make sense, his words. ]

But I'm... human. [ It was then Vivian began to try and move to get away, enduring pain and a new sensation (onsetting numbness) to be as fast as she could be. There was panic, however. She was impaired. Could she even be fast enough? ]

You are not human. You only look like one.

[The utter wrongness of her claim just ticked him off. Did she think that looking human was enough to make her one of them? That the only difference between humanity and machines was that one had hair and squishy flesh? To equate herself -- a murder-drone, a weapon, a tool -- with a person was so egotistical he could hardly believe it.

Enough of the cat-and-mouse. Any machine that thought that highly of themselves deserved to hurt. There was no way that she could outrun him on that leg. When she tried to make a break for it, he grabbed onto her clothes, intending to throw her to the ground. His arm cannon began to hum, building up energy for a charge shot.]

Don't you dare even think you can be anything but a machine.

[ CLANK -the piercing sound of metal bashing metal resounded through the dim chamber. Like a crash of lightning, Oowada Mondo entered into the picture, slamming a metal pipe into the back of Copy X's head to detain him.]

Put that girl down, you spineless fucking piece of shit!!

[He didn't have much time to react when he arrived in the shop after hearing strange noises stirring within; the first sight that met his eyes had been Copy X brutalizing the small child and ignited a carnal rage. If there was anything more detestable in this world, it was the strong picking on the weak. He didn't like having to resort to such a sneaky tactic as attacking from behind, but with her life on the line, there was no time for honor.

After he rammed the pipe against his skull, he raised his weapon up in the crook of his shoulder, eyes burning down at him.]

Who the hell d'ya think you are, beating on a helpless little girl?! You wanna pick a fight with someone? How's about tryin' me on for size!

[ Vivian's eyes widened, startled by Mondo's boisterous entrance enough to make her crack down on her hip into the concrete. She twisted onto her rear and watched.

For a moment her injuries, oldest to most recent, were forgotten, watching him use something not a gun as a weapon in... her defense? She couldn't see his equipment carrying out comparable and/or advantageous combat with the gun the other had, so for a moment, she was concerned about the human. However his weapon gave her an idea, one she quickly sought to execute.

Silver eyes darted around her reachable vicinity, looking for anything she could throw. It wouldn't be as fast as a bullet but if it was heavy enough, maybe she could help. She began to slow when she noticed all the red liquid pooling under her injuries.

Hm. Like Rick... ]

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Wait a minute, this isn't Robocop!

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