goodbye to a world [nowles vs kiibo, day 7]
Apr 10, 2022 12:25:18 GMT -5
Post by arx on Apr 10, 2022 12:25:18 GMT -5
malaki-boden w/a
aka "kiibo"
When K1-B0 was little he heard this story. He can't quite remember the names of the characters, but one was big, hulking, giant, boastful, monstrous - he thought he was meant to be in charge, meant to rule over the peaceful people on this far away planet he'd long been seeking. He wore a suit of metal, fought with blades that pulsed with energy, he towered over each and every one of them, and an army of machines waited to annihilate anyone who dared to stand against him.
And they did. One in particular, a young child who Caelum always said was named Kiibo. He knows that is inaccurate, and he's always hated inaccuracies, but Caelum never told him what the name really was. Madison always scoffed at that and said—"I think we all know who the killer robot should be."
It's strange.
Caelum always elbowed him in the ribs then. Then he'd point to a star Kiibo knew could not possibly have any inhabitants upon it's surface and continue.
This small boy was quiet, unassuming, plain and small compared to most everyone around him. And he said he would fight the hulking metal man. And with the blessing of his people, he stood tall against the invaders, against a giant and unbeatable force. The metal man laughed and jeered: "FOOLISH HUMAN! YOU DARE COME AT ME WITH STICKS AND STONES? I SHALL FLAY YOU!"
Henry would always gasp, grip tighter at the corner of Kiibo's blanket. Except, by Kiibo's estimate, he had already heard Caelum tell the story roughly 23 times.
And then Kiibo would send a stone straight into the eye of that giant.
And he was defeated.
"This is Malaki-Boden W/A, District 8 tribute, codename: K1-B0, also known as: Kiibo. Let hope guide you to dawn."
Nakom shimmer in the twilight, wings tickling his skin at the spaces where Izzy had carved away the metal from his body. But despite all wounds and burns and blood and bone, he didn't feel a thing.
It was just as it always was.
Just a little robot boy.
Just a little boy.
Just-
"This is K1-B0. And I believe it is time for me to go."
After all, Nowles Adroxis was here.
"Farewell,
-friends."
He shifts in his mech, metal pulls and tears away from the burns that had festered and latched onto the shrapnel. His fingers slip and fumble at his transceiver, the small box slick with blood as he tosses it to the ground and crushes it beneath his metallic foot.
"Greetings, Nowles. I'm Malaki-Boden, but my friends call me Kiibo. Far fewer syllables."
He returns his hand to the controls, gripping tightly and-
"I shall swing first."
And they did. One in particular, a young child who Caelum always said was named Kiibo. He knows that is inaccurate, and he's always hated inaccuracies, but Caelum never told him what the name really was. Madison always scoffed at that and said—"I think we all know who the killer robot should be."
It's strange.
Caelum always elbowed him in the ribs then. Then he'd point to a star Kiibo knew could not possibly have any inhabitants upon it's surface and continue.
This small boy was quiet, unassuming, plain and small compared to most everyone around him. And he said he would fight the hulking metal man. And with the blessing of his people, he stood tall against the invaders, against a giant and unbeatable force. The metal man laughed and jeered: "FOOLISH HUMAN! YOU DARE COME AT ME WITH STICKS AND STONES? I SHALL FLAY YOU!"
Henry would always gasp, grip tighter at the corner of Kiibo's blanket. Except, by Kiibo's estimate, he had already heard Caelum tell the story roughly 23 times.
And then Kiibo would send a stone straight into the eye of that giant.
And he was defeated.
"This is Malaki-Boden W/A, District 8 tribute, codename: K1-B0, also known as: Kiibo. Let hope guide you to dawn."
Nakom shimmer in the twilight, wings tickling his skin at the spaces where Izzy had carved away the metal from his body. But despite all wounds and burns and blood and bone, he didn't feel a thing.
It was just as it always was.
Just a little robot boy.
Just a little boy.
Just-
"This is K1-B0. And I believe it is time for me to go."
After all, Nowles Adroxis was here.
"Farewell,
-friends."
He shifts in his mech, metal pulls and tears away from the burns that had festered and latched onto the shrapnel. His fingers slip and fumble at his transceiver, the small box slick with blood as he tosses it to the ground and crushes it beneath his metallic foot.
"Greetings, Nowles. I'm Malaki-Boden, but my friends call me Kiibo. Far fewer syllables."
He returns his hand to the controls, gripping tightly and-
"I shall swing first."
[Kiibo (malaki) attacks Nowles (nowles) with his MECH]
WqcgsPIqTEspiked blunt
[ GASH/BRUISED RIGHT FOOT -- 3.0 damage ]
WqcgsPIqTEspiked blunt
[ GASH/BRUISED RIGHT FOOT -- 3.0 damage ]
kiibo d8x has dropped the mic!
#ERROR. COMMUNICATIONS LOST
#ERROR. COMMUNICATIONS LOST
