| Maybe there's a use for you after all. |
[27 Jun 2006|08:39pm] |
Lurdanjo walked through the doors of his school under the careful surveillance of his anthroid bodyguard. An almost ever-present smile, meant only for the sake of the one he protected, dulled into an empty, neutral expression. Gurinkal checked the time. He had five minutes to get to the library and start working. Being late would prove troublesome, as he had just gotten the job. With this in mind, Gurinkal sifted through an archived topographical map of the city. He went into an almost-catatonic state as several different closeups of the map appeared within his sight, depicting several shortcuts leading to the libraryy. Picking the fastest route, Gurinkal dashes off on a path no rational being would traverse.
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Daren was late. He meant to be at work much earlier than this so he could finish up some work before his boss requested said finished work. As it turned out, the desperate thugs that had cornered him didn't care about his job as much as they wanted the money he gets from it. He knew that it was a bad idea to take shortcuts in the city, but he really didn't enjoy being late. Daren looked glumly at his adversaries. They were much bigger than he; Daren wasn't exactly known for his masculine features. He clutched his briefcase tightly. He didn't have time for this. He needed to turn in the work he had and ask for an extended deadline.
Daren's tail twitched as the leader, a large canine of mixed heritage spoke to him, snapping Daren out of his trance of thoughts pertaining to work.
"'Lo there, pretty kitty! Awf'ly nice o' ya ta visit us lonely fellas on such a day as this," said the leader, giving the most jovial grin possible. "Do us another big favor and reveal the nature o' you intrudin' upon our territ'ry, as it puts the boys 'n' I in a right cross mood, it does."
Daren began to stammer, "I --"
"No, no, no," said the mutt, cutting Daren off. "Don't tell me. You was late ta work so ya decided ta take a shortcut or two." The leader grinned maliciously at Daren. "Well, that's --"
It was the mutt's turn to get cut off as one of his goons called for his attention, revealing his name as Eddie. Eddie looked over at the point of interest for the goon. "What the..."
Someone was running down their alleyway towards them, very rapidly approaching the scene at hand. As the figure grew near, Eddie was getting ready to take care of a pesky vigilante, who in this case was a blue lizard of some sort.
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Gurinkal sped down the fastest projected path to the library, which led him down many alleys. One of the alleys he went down brought him in the path of a group of rough-looking canines who seemed to have cornered a much smaller feline. One of the canines in question had noticed him running towards them and so, then, did the rest of the ruffians. All signs of neutrality were compromised as they moved to stand in his way, the lot bearing hostility in their postures.
ANALYZING POSSIBLE SEQUENCES OF EVASIVE MANEUVERS. . .DONE.
ENGAGING QUICKEST POSSIBLE MANEUVERS TO SAVE TIME. . . READY.
They could not expect something such as Gurinkal, and so they tried to attack him as he went by. Alas, and for all their swings and kicks he went unhindered, skillfully dodging every attack made on him as he sped onward to the library. He only gave Daren a brief glance as he passed the feline. Daren, meanwhile, was as dumbfounded as Eddie and his company, but not for the same reason. They're confused, he thought quickly. Now's my chance!
He almost forgotten that Gurinkal had even been there were it not for the brief glance he'd receive. His eyes weren't eyes of someone who had come to save him or even someone who cared in the least. They were blank. On top of that, they were pupiless. Pupiless eyes. Daren had heard of a dangerous group of beings with those but he couldn't remember their name. But for now I'll save myself from a mugging! And he scampered off while the gang was still confused.
Eddie was baffled. He barely saw the lizard weave around he and his men, who were supposed to be the best fighters around concerning unsolicited and underground competitions. His thoughts were interrupted by his second-in-command, a wolf-dog named Roger.
"Eddie," he said. "The cat's gone."
Eddie looked over to where Daren was and sighed. The cat, indeed, was gone. "Fuck."
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Emma looked up from the book she was reading as Gurinkal entered the library quickly but quietly. "You're late. By 3 minutes."
Gurinkal snapped to attention. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss McDaniel. It won't happen again."
"It's no big deal," she said with a sly smile. "We've been slow today anyway. There are plenty of shelves to organize, though, so go ah --"
"I'll start on it right away," Gurinkal interjeted as he rushed off to work.
Emma smiled again, shaking her head as she returned to her book.
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| You're not like them, you never will be. |
[18 Feb 2006|05:05am] |
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Gurinkal saw Lurdanjo off to his school, then proceded to trek around the perimeter of his living space in search for a job. His ventures lead him to many stores, all with basically the same result. No job, and a general feeling of disdain from the employers.
Gurinkal eventually ended up in a small library, and inquired about a job to the female felinoid at the desk. The anthroid watched as the feline's eyes slowly rose from a book that she was reading, followed by a quick smirk.
She addressed him in a smooth, silky voice. "Allow me a moment to draw a diagram with words. You've been all over town today, petitioning people for jobs. Yet the people you petition turn you away, quite harshly?"
"That is correct, ma'am."
"Of course, being a Lokhostinian, you know why, right? And you would also know why I shouldn't bother to hire you?"
SEARCHING TERMS IN MEMORY BANK
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TERM 'Lokhostinian' NOT FOUND IN MEMORY. SAVING TERM FOR LATER DEFINITION. PROCEEDING WITH DIVERSIONARY SPEECH PATTERNS.
Gurinkal shifted his posture and leaned toward the felinoid. "I assure you that I am a hard worker, and will not disturb anyone without critical need, Miss-"
"McDaniel. Emma McDaniel." She paused, grimacing at him for a moment. "Alright, fine. What harm could it do? I suppose I could use a hand to sort the books, and that won't require much contact with people. I'll have my eye on you, though, Gurinkal."
"Thank you, Miss McDaniel. You will not be disappointed."
Gurinkal started to turn and walk away before Emma stopped him with another tidbit of conversation.
"Oh, yes. Gurinkal, find a pair of sunglasses to wear for work, would you? I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am."
With that, Gurinkal turned and left the library and Emma, heading directly to Lurdanjo's house.
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| Don't try to absorb it all in one sitting, you self-propelled puppet. You might miss something. |
[04 Jan 2006|06:05am] |
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Gurinkal regarded the silently sleeping form of Lurdanjo Mistaro with an analyzing eye, as he sat cross-legged a few feet away from the young draconid's bed. The reptilian anthroid begins to run through the events of the night, organizing and logging them into memory.
Lurdanjo had been quite surprised to see him, decidedly due to lack of visitors at the particular hour. He seemed more surprised when Gurinkal had let down the blanket he had procured, revealing his damaged left arm and showing himself to be not-so-organic.
Gurinkal had queried for some basic tools to help him fix the inner workings of his arm, which Lurdanjo provided. As he began to work with it, Lurdanjo, naturally dubious of his visitor, gave many inquiries regarding the who, why, when, where, and what. Gurinkal answered the questions with the general nonchalance of a robot, giving what information he could, labelling himself as Lurdanjo's steadfast-though-buggy guardian. Which, as Lurdanjo informed him, would also include acting emotionally sensitive to him, to adequately keep him stable. Gurinkal had written a program to use whenever Lurdanjo was around him and active.
WRITING FUNCTIONARY PROGRAM FOR ADEQUATE PROTECTION OF BOTH PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL PROPERTIES OF LURDANJO MISTARO.
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DONE. LABELED "obey.exe".
ANALYZING AND REWRITING OS UNDER NEW PROGRAM "obey.exe" TO BECOME ACTIVE AROUND LURDANJO MISTARO.
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DONE.
Lurdanjo had gotten him a basic change of clothes, with a long-sleeve shirt. Gurinkal's left arm was now fixed, but the skin on it was still frayed until he could gather a large amount of plastic to mold onto the places that still need repairing in the appearance value. Lurdanjo had also suggested that Gurinkal could wear gloves, but that he would have to buy him. At which point, Lurdanjo queried about whether Gurinkal had any money to sustain himself with, which he did not.
Gurinkal reviewed articles on the obtaining of money, which led him to suggest that he could get a job closed to Lurdanjo's house while he was away at school, since it was deemed that it would be better for him not to tag behind him at school, since he, for the most part, was safe there. Ultimately, if having a job was compromising to the absolute possible safety of Lurdanjo, he would have to quit.
The pupiless eyes stared out at Lurdanjo while simultaneously keeping track of the area around them. Gurinkal continued to log the events until finished.
LOG SAVING TO MEMORY.
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DONE.
DISENGAGING 'obey.exe' UNTIL LURDANJO IS ACTIVE AGAIN.
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DONE.
As per Lurdanjo's suggestions, Gurinkal had added in a multitude of physical expressions to mock real emotions in the 'obey.exe' file. In this way, Gurinkal could still seem to have emotion, but only when he has the program running. Otherwise, he would be rather limited in emotional response. As Gurinkal deactivated the program for the night, his whole being became less expressive than it was. With a keen eye, someone would be able to tell that something was fishy about him, as far as organic beings go.
So the night went by, and Gurinkal could officially start his mission.
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| Stand up and do your job, you daft toy. |
[23 Dec 2005|02:27am] |
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Gurinkal slowly rose to his feet, and looked at himself.
ANALYZING DAMAGE IN DETAIL.
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DONE. DAMAGE TO LEFT ARM AREA IRREPARABLE.
Gurinkal stared at the space where his left arm should be. Irreparable wasn't exactly the right word. He was also missing his vest, and his pants were somewhat ripped. He turned his head towards the bin he was next to and looked inside.
OBJECTS OF RELEVANCE TO PRIME DIRECTIVE DETECTED. SCANNING.
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DONE. ANALYZING.
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DONE. OBJECT IDENTIFIED.
It was his left arm. It had seen better days. Whatever had caused the trauma to his frame and cpu had left his arm there. Gurinkal blinked at it a bit impassively before grabbing it out of the trash bin.
SEARCHING USEFULNESS.
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DONE. LEFT ARM SALVAGABLE. INITIATING ATTACH AND REPAIR.
Within an hour, the arm is re-attached.
LEFT ARM ANIMATIONS MALFUNCTIONING. INPUT: OPERATE W/OUT ADVANCED MOTOR FUNCTIONS.
Gurinkal could move his arm, but not his hand or any digits. That'd have to do, until he could find more time to make better repairs.
PRIMARY DIRECTIVE COMPLETE. STARTING SECONDARY OBJECTIVE. BEGIN ASKING FOR THE WHEREABOUTS OF LURDANJO MIS...TARO UNDER THE GUISE OF FRIENDSHIP.
Gurinkal needed something to cover the frayed 'skin' of his arm, so that people wouldn't suspect anything immediately.
He scanned around for anything of use.
SCANNING.
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ITEM FOUND. ANALYZATION: ARTICLE OF CLOTHING, BLANKET, AYA, PONCHO, CAPE, MANTLE, SHAWL.
Gurinkal rushed over to the corner in the alley and grabbed the blanket. The homeless individual that was crowded underneath the blanket had no time to react before Gurinkal was gone again. He covered his arm and much of his body in the grungy, dirty blanket. He might look trashy, but better trashy than revealing himself to be an anthroid, for now.
ACTIVATING VOICE CHANGE: ERROR! VOICE CHANGE LIMITED DUE TO DAMAGE IN THE EMOTIONARY CENTER. PITCH CHANGE ALLOWED. PITCH LEVEL AT: 5. CHANGE PITCH LEVEL: 4.
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DONE.
Gurinkal sounded a little younger now. That would suit things accordingly. He walks out of the alley, covered by the blanket. It is nighttime, and there are a few people walking about. Gurinkal picks the closest person to him and walks to them, gathering their attention.
SPEECH PATTERN: QUERY.
"Excuse me, could you tell me the whereabouts of Lurdanjo Mistaro? I'm a friend of his, and I need to speak with him."
They sneer before answering, "You definitely look like you could be a friend of his. You're in luck, boy. He's in that apartment complex behind you."
He gathers the number of the apartment from this knowledgable stranger before letting them go with a 'Thank you.' They only grimace and walk away, mumbling something about filth. Gurinkal cocks his head to the side, but moves on to the apartment complex in question.
Using the numbers he was given, he finds the apartment. He stares at the door for a moment.
INITIATING BASIC PROGRAM: ETIQUETTE.
Gurinkal firmly knocks on the door, and waits.
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| 'Test Post' for your amusement. |
[22 Dec 2005|03:05am] |
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INITIATING EMERGENCY STARTUP
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STARTUP HAS DETECTED MASSIVE DAMAGE TO THE CPU. STARTUP HAS DETECTED MAJOR DAMAGE TO THE BODY. INITIATING SALVAGE PROCEDURES.
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DIAGNOSTICS: PROBLEMATIC DAMAGE TO THE FRAME, LEFT ARM AREA. MAJOR MEMORY CORRUPTION. ONE SALVAGABLE AUDIO-TYPE BACKUP FILE IN MEMORY. STATUS OF FILE:
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FRAGMENTED.
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PRIMARY FUNCTIONS RESTORED. SENSORY FUNCTIONS RESTORED. MAIN PHYSICAL FUNCTIONS RESTORED ERROR! EMOTIONARY FUNCTIONS CORRUPTED. WILL COMMENCE STARTUP WITH MINIMAL EMOTIONARY FUNCTIONS. EMERGENCY STARTUP COMPLETE.
Command: Read audio-type file 'Finality.voc'
ERROR! FILE IS FRAGMENTED, RUN ANYWAY? (Y/N) Y
"Gurinkal, $##$@!$!@#$!rememb^$#@#!%^$%#!@#work to do, you@#$!@#$!#@$!Here is your prime direc@#$@!%@#$Seek out#@$!@#^^%&$#@$@@!^%^%$^#$@Mistaro Family. Let nothing get in your way. Make#^%6452!@$!@$%$@@#$@#Lurdanjo Mis$#@!#@$@^%$%@to him. He must be protected at$#@$%@$costs. Take him$#@$!^%$%@@$#@#$...........File End."
Search Identity: ERROR. IDENTITY NOT FOUND.
Create Identity: Gurinkal.
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DONE.
Search Primary Directive: ERROR. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE NOT FOUND.
Create Primary Directive: Repair frame damage, and any damage to CPU that's reparable.
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DONE.
Create Secondary Directive: Find and investigate Lurdanjo Mis and Mistaro Family. Protect Lurdanjo Mis.
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DONE.
SCANNING SURROUNDINGS: PAPER, CONCRETE, LARGE METAL BIN, METAL LADDERS, BRICK-TEXTURE WALLS, SEWER ENTRANCE, NIGHT, APARTMENT BUILDING.......ALLEY.
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