The Simulation [Inactive]

"Opening personal settings for Rakia May..." said Droid.


A screen appeared with a bunch of words and such. "Personal settings opened..."
 
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Archer just stood there, dumfounded. He had no idea what to say nor do. So, he just stood beside Rakia, trying to hide his red face by looking down at the ground. Droid is somewhat nice but has... the info problem. Seriously, Arckia?


Archer watched as Rakia said something about personal settings and a screen appeared. Since it's her settings, he turned away, giving her her own privacy.
 
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Rakia shot Archer a look, irritated for him being embarrassed, then a deflated look of frustration to Droid. It wasn't his fault he had to research shipping... she supposed. "R-right um... Access personal data stored within my personal computer... I may need to figure this out manually.." She said, ignoring the information within her data as she would usually try to hide it.
 
"Accessing data..." said Droid and the screen had a zoom in effect, and a whole bunch of folders appeared.


(HA! Ryder, guess who's starting to win... :3)
 
Archer slightly shuffled his feet. "Is there like a privacy setting there or something?" he asked the robot. Then to Rakia, "Just tell me when you're done configuring your settings and such." he said.
 
"Accessing personal settings for Rakia May..." said Droid and another screen appeared beside the previous one except with only one setting:


Hide info from others? Yes, No
 
"Yes... Find simulation program and give command log off." She said, blushingat archers responce. "Ya know.. this game has a dirtier mind than me." She pointed at droid. "Proof."
 
"Finding simulation program..." said Droid. The screen did another zoom in. "Program found. Commanding log off..." he said and once he said that, he got electrocuted. "Function error... Error... Error..." he said, buzzing after ever word. "Unable to command log off..." he said.


Then to Rakia's comment, "Dirtier mind? I do not understand."


(Oh no. Droid is about to research something! Someone stop him!)


(Oh and Ryder, you just got lucky because of Rakia's post, the one above this.)
 
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Garaz stood by and watched the others converse, feeling very strange. She was more than okay with being an outsider as, even though it had been a few hours since she'd last spoken with anybody, it felt like an eternity and she felt very unsettled.
 
Atlas held up a hand to Droid,


"There is nothing to understand, she just means is this case delusional. For example the whole mishap with Archer and her being in a relationship." He then let out a small yawn and covered his mouth though his mask. If what the others said about the time was true it could easily be 2 in the morning where he lives. But why did he feel tired here, this was a game.
 
Droid nodded his head slowly. "Okay..." he said, "But keep in mind the 'others' section would not change unless something or someone overrides it." Droid looked up at the sky. "You must rest before something negative happens." he said.
 
Archer stretched. "I can always sleep on a rock." he yawned. "How 'bout you? Are you going to shut down or something?" he asked Droid.
 
Droid shook his head slowly. "I only shut down when I malfunction or someone had forced me to shut down." said the robot. "Atlas, would you like me to train you after you rest?" he asked. Droid was actually trained in Milibot Camp.


(Milibot Camp = Combination of Military Camp and Robot.)
 
Atlas looked up, he was used to pulling all nighters it wasn't a surprising thing to do. In fact his father enjoyed it, so he waved away Droid.


"We may train now if you wouldn't mind.." He hadn't noticed the android read his profile yet, so he wondered whether or not he knew his stats.
 
(Hooray for my shipping addiction!)


Droid nodded slowly once more. "It is... okay with me." he said. Atlas' profile suddenly appeared.


Name: Atlas Randal


Age: 17


Danger Level: 42% [Low Strength]


Others: N/A


"Would you like to start with a spar?" he asked Atlas as he got out his metallic police club.
 
Atlas sighed quietly in relief that the game had no real information on him, and nodded.


"If that is what you wish.." He stepped out from the others, he was most likely to lose this small duel. But it'd all be a learning experience in the end for him.
 
Droid got into a fighting position. "You may take first move." he said, like it was a game of chess. His arm was bended slightly, ready to defend himself.
 
Atlas took in his opponents stance, and his size. Droid must be high in strength and speed, but his metallic form must keep his stamina on a down low. So he could attempt to make this duel quick, he observed.


Atlas took off forward towards Droid at his top speed, zipping towards him straight on until the last moment. He darted past him kicking him in the back of the knee as he passed swiftly, his heel connecting with the metal knee cap sliding to a stop prepared to defend.
 
Atlas dodged quickly bending backwards, the rod barely missing him. Then grabbed Droids wrist and twisted it swiftly.
 
Droid didn't flip over because he was made of metal. But he did fall forward because he lost balance.


(Droid the robot keeps falling down.)
 
Atlas as Droid fell over kicked him in his hip, in the position the robots kidney would be sharply. Then tugged him back, his hands still gripping his wrist.
 
Droid lost balance. Again. He fell backwards and landed on the ground. He looked up at Atlas to see him glowing. "Glowing..." he said.
 
Rakia watched, amazed. Atlas was not one to mess with, but she couldn't help but question droid. "Hey.. your skill level must be improving. Nice, lucky." She said, climbing a tree herself to pass the time.
 
Archer stared at Rakia. "You're climbing a tree while holding Fluffy?" he asked. Then he yawned, "I'm gonna find a nice rock to sleep in."


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