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Post by biv on Nov 3, 2017 1:53:39 GMT
Three hooves made a brief clack as they landed on the smooth surface of the street. It was nighttime and a light drizzle came down from above. The wet ground reflected bright city lights. There was little that could be done to deter Tabs’s curiosity, although the creature did tend to err on the side of caution whenever he could. The capital of Richu seemed the least annoying to integrate into as far as Tabs could glean, and, furthermore, it seemed similar enough to his own home, the isolated large city called UrTuner. He arrived via slipping through realms, meaning he appeared quite suddenly: at first as a shape of light, before quickly manifesting into his physical form and landing on his feet. Sure, maybe that was a little too attention grabbing, but that was the name of the game as far as this abomination was concerned.
Tabs turned his heads, the raindrops catching the bluish light from his screens as they fell around him. When he scanned the area, he saw the street was mostly vacant for the time being. Surely it was a combination of the rain and the ungodly late hour that the area was so quiet. But Tabs knew that things rarely stayed quiet for long in an area this populous. The rain was his chief concern. Simultaneously, his faces lost their smiles, sneering somewhat as his reddened eyes flicked upward. He didn’t like to be wet. He could get wet without issue, his electronic parts being magical and more durable than what you might buy in a store, but he would prefer to remain dry. He moved a hairy claw to one side of him before a vague glow warbled and turned into a large umbrella. Tabs let the umbrella rest on his shoulder after he opened it.
He cleared his throat, shook himself off and began to walk forward in a strange lolloping movement only a tripod would do. A claw was up against where one of his face’s chins would be. Each of his eight eyes had a cunning glint in them. The creature was thinking, but he seemed calm, as if he was in no way out of his routine. |
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 6, 2017 19:10:34 GMT
How the surreality-born cubic and rather antique looking art object had slipped into this corner of reality, it wasn't quite sure. surreality was pretty messy and hard to predict so there were quite a number of ways an odd being like it could have managed to accidentally slip out of the dreaming realms.
It didn't have one clue about the area it had found itself in, but it knew without a doubt, it didn't like rain.
The polygonal contraption slipped under a bench for shelter, finding the wooden slats of the surface above mediocre protection, but still better than standing out unprotected. It didn't want rain water to get in between its buttons and levers and gears, especially since rust and other wear could be easily caused by the liquid. with it's one arm-handle, it clutched a glowing lightbulb, another item from it's native realm, which flowed brightly despite the lack of power source. That was a dim comfort in the dreary weather, but made the nonverbal cash register far more visible than some of its surroundings.
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Post by biv on Nov 9, 2017 3:37:24 GMT
Tabs had begun to idly twirl the umbrella in his claws as he made his way onward; he tended to be fidgety and was in near constant need of stimulation. For the time being, the creature was in scouting mode and had nothing truly harmful or helpful planned. Though he was a sensationalist in his writing, Tabs himself was rather calculating and didn’t usually take big risks until he knew what he was getting into. He wanted to get a feel for the place he was in before he started getting ideas.
Rounding a corner, Tabs was confronted with another empty street. The corners of his mouth started to curl as he briefly felt disappointed. Two eyes were drawn to the light source, followed by the other six eyes. Initially it was merely the contrast that got his attention. But looking for a bit longer resulted in the object getting his genuine interest. Tabs thought he would only encounter relatively standard lifeforms: at least standard in that they didn’t quite match his level of patchwork parts. Not that two legs and one head wasn’t a fine body plan, but Tabs was always pleasantly surprised to come upon something more unusual.
Keeping his umbrella over his heads, he walked up close. He didn’t say a word until he put his front leg up on the bench and leaned in, his faces looming.
“Hello, friend.” |
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 11, 2017 21:10:41 GMT
The cash register bent upwards slightly, peering through the slats of the bench to the strange square faces which were looming above it. The cash register had no visible 'eyes' or anything that would make it look anthropomorphic but for the fact that it was moving, but there was no doubt that the unusual mix of technological and organic creature had gotten it's attention. The cash register's lever keys moved up and down, tapping out a quick message.
'07734'
well that was upside-down calculator for 'hello' back, using the plastic number tabs which were layered within the glass panel which was meant to display the price of things. It couldn't actually do spoken words, so there was a limit to the amount of conversation it could hold.
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Post by biv on Nov 20, 2017 14:07:26 GMT
At first, the creature looked mildly confused, remaining silent as one eye on each of his faces squinted. That was until he seemed to understand the meaning of the letters. Of course, communication was one of his greatest strengths: he’d been a media personality for centuries. Surely, if anyone could nurture a good conversation, it was Tabs. Whether that actually was true aside, Tabs was practically giddy at the idea of solving a puzzle.
The TV-monster did love to talk.
“Ah ha ha,” Tabs laughed to himself, amused.
His claws tapped the umbrella.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his slimy smiles widening. |
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 23, 2017 15:35:19 GMT
Talk well...
That would be a lot of work.
Rather than type more and more words the cash register created a happy ping of a sound. High pitched and rustic since modern devices made more electronic sounds.
What an antique it was, half broken and not even able to say its name. Or maybe it didn't have one. It didn't really know.
Anyhow, it didn't really matter what the tv monster chose to dub the cash register. Anything at all would do.
It tried to type out another message. Not its name but, something else. 34343 00 7403 [error] this would be harder to translate. First it was not upside down. Second each number could be read from any direction, thus representing a greater pool of letters, and in some cases sounds. So much for even a simple question like 'where are you from?'
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Post by biv on Dec 5, 2017 2:10:08 GMT
The ping made Tabs flinch away almost a whole foot. He couldn’t have made his jumpiness more obvious if he tried. His hooves remained planted where they were, although anything else might have prompted him to run. After a few moments passed, he went back to leaning in, interested once again.
Eight eyes focused in on the series of numbers he was presented with. His smiles vanished and his brows furrowed. The expression he showed could easily be mistaken for discontentment, though he was mostly just thinking hard. Tabs was most at home using characters as opposed to numerals, but he thought it was only fair to try to understand. The first thing he thought he could use to translate were the letters that corresponded to the number keys on a telephone and that didn’t yield much of anything clear.
The creature leaned in even closer, mouthing the numbers to himself. The shrill static hum from his monitors was audible over the gentle pattering of the rain. The only thing he thought he could figure for certain was that “error” probably meant the register wasn’t from around the area. Whatever else he thought he understood he apparently took some offense to.
“Don’t get cheeky—” he huffed.
He took his hoof off the bench and stood straight, beginning to reach into an inside pocket of his suit. |
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Post by Loner。 on Dec 6, 2017 5:34:45 GMT
The cash register half tapped a few keys, but not enough to yield any more numbers on its analogue display. It soon stopped, practically wilting as its single arm drooped and its whole polygonal body began to slump. Even without a face, the old cubic-art styled machine looked significantly more sad now that it was less stiff.
It hadn't been trying to get cheeky. It had only been trying to communicate.
When The TV-being moved, more raindrops came through the bench's slats. The cash register shivered, looking miserable.
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