Coin Operated GirlMarceline pulled her coat close, trying to keep the wind from slashing at her body with its icy blades as she walked down the abandoned-like streets of her hometown. The feeling of nostalgia was enough to make her feel as though she were out of her mind and Marceline found it hard to focus. To be honest, she really didn't even remember what had brought her out here to begin with but the walk was definitely helping to clear her head from all the clutter that had accumulated within it.
Thunder crashed overhead, catching Marceline's attention as in addition to the cold wind an even colder rain began pouring down upon her hat like a drum being played by a toddler. This never really bothered her since Marceline loved the rain and continued walking before she stopped mid-step halfway down the street and backtracked to stare into a shop window.
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What am I?"Just... one more gear..." I groaned, pushing my fingers as far into the steel chassis as I could. Perhaps I should have at least moved the automaton before working on it, but of course, this was an afterthought and I was already inside of it. With a grunt the tip of my right index finger pushed the gear against the cog while my left held it in place and slowly rotated it. It was one thing to have shaky hands, but another to actually control them... or even get them to stay still. Sweat was dripping down my brow and managed to find its way into my eye as I groaned and tried to power through. The gear was about to slide onto the cog fully and I was not going to let anything distract me. Holding my breath I gave another shove, feeling the sharp end of a support begin slicing into the side of my hand and the gear finally slid on.
"Hah! Fuck..." I grinned, taking pride in getting the last piece on. Stumbling backward my head felt light and I nearly couldn't control myself. The au
Marceline the assassin Marceline faked a smile through clenched teeth, moving through the sea of people. The Ball of Crystal Skies had been called to order inside of the massive Airship Silkweb. Decorative windows had been placed inside the belly of the ship, above was a lovely display of a starry night sky and lined with firework patterns shot just under a full moon. Behind the display was a massive light to illuminate the silk moon and shine a beautiful white light onto the dancers below. Marceline shook her head, she loved the decorations and the view from the windows blended perfectly into the night sky outside but she was here on business. That, in and of itself, annoyed her. Her employer had supplied Marceline with simple items: A corset, tight blouse (more deeply cut than she'd liked), a side-strapped skirt that dropped to her knees.. on one side, anyway. The outfit had at least come with semi-comfortable shoes that were slim. Marceline had left her rifle at home, seeing as the skirt would leave nowhe
Aerial Assult"Oi, prepare to broadside!"
The command came quickly, the commander ducking as the side of our steel hull was hit and men were thrown sideways. We picked ourselves up and armed the cannons, aiming them back at the bastards who dared challenge us and fired several bombs into their hull, the ship made a considerable shudder but regained course.
"Take those mothers out of the sky!"
The ship suddenly buckled around us, flames and debris shooting everywhere as cries of pain and steam shot into the cabin. I looked to my left to see the commander in flame, screaming as he wandered toward the opening in the hull and burned quickly like a candle.
"OI! LADS, IT'S UP TO US NOW!"
With several nods we got ourselves up and armed the cannons once more, I loaded mine and aimed it toward the engines of the enemy flyship, then curled a fist and dropped my arm. With the response, our ship rocked and we watched with hearts pounding as our attacks caused a small fire along their hull, I fired m
Captain Albert Alexander.The day began warmly, the smell of the salty seas wafting across the docks and into the town as the people bustled around. With every face it made keeping track difficult as three men avoided bumping into them and made their way to the loading docks.
The voice came from their knees as a wrinkled gnome man stared up at them through his good eye. Rabbit smiled and gave the man his passport, The Spine and Jon doing the same. With a gruff grunt he put them in his dirty jacket and motioned his head toward the ship. Eagerly the three walked up the gangplank and onto the deck. Rabbit turned to the two, the same wide smile upon his face. The spine looked back at him, his face twisting in surprise and comical curiosity as he poked Rabbit in the chest.
"What're you smiling about, Rabbit?"
Rabbit laughed and looked about his surroundings, then turned back to The Spine.
"You know what this reminds me of?"
The Spine shook his head as he caught sight of The Jon dancing excitedly on the dec
The Upgraded SpineThe two robots sat atop a cliff overlooking a vast sea of green waters into the horizon. The Spine smiled as he turned his head with a soft whir toward Upgrade, who hadn’t noticed and continued to stare out.
“You know, Upgrade,” Said the spine, “We’ve been up here for a while now, aren’t you afraid we’ll rust?”
Upgrade merely cackled and turned her head toward The Spine with a broad smile as she got to her feet.
“Perhaps, but then again you won’t, you’re titanium.”
The Spine laughed and rose next to her, twisting his face into a smile as he normally did.
“Yes, and—what exactly are you made of, Upgrade?”
She replied, smiling manically once more at him with an added laugh.
“I’ve always thought I’d look good in green if I were to rust.”
The spine laughed at that, then the two made their way into the thick forest to get back to Rabbit and the Jon. The fores
Rabbit smiled, his steam shooting from his cheek as the copper slid across. He gently placed a hand to his cheek and sighed happily, the hot day warming his insides. His microchip took him back to the time he'd been the most happy, back at the 1896's world's fair. It seemed like a more simple time, his body had been brand-new then, no squeaks and scrapes as it did now when he moved though it seemed he blew more steam then. Dr. Walter had smiled the day he'd activated Rabbit, leaning over the construction table to release his arms from the clamps. Dr. Walter had filled Rabbit's stomach with water from the nearby lake and pulled the rope, with a sputter Rabbit's chest jolted around. The doctor laughed to himself as he placed a warm hand to Rabbit's cold metal plate. From then on he'd been watched and cared for along with daily cleanings to keep his plates and gears working smoothly. Dr. Walter had promised to take him to his very first world's fair and set him free. Rabbit had been ecsta