◆) Strike
Bull Market runs over the things eight legs - missing each one!
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◆) Stride Bull Market goes to help Rilkin!
His programming re-routed through his creators use of backdoor subscript, Bull Market is momentarily stripped of it's nascent free will, transformed into an obedient machine of death! ◆) Stride
Serj averts his eyes, distracted with his busted contraption. Bull Market’s photosensitive sensors are overloaded!
Depositing the man he saved from the fallen tree "Chirrup" Bull Market wheels into combat! ◆) Stride
Viciously running it over and throttle-slashing it's sickly hide!
Shaking its Top, Bull Market charges ahead to the rescue!
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With a hollow CRASH the plucky robot knocks into the tree with overhead tread velocity and comes to a complete stop, shaking the man loose from underneath. Rolling up to and under him, he is able to hoist himself up, and together, the two of them skedaddle!
Bull Market looks on to see if anyone is coming. ◆) Seek
◆◆◆) Manual Rescue Bull Market struggles against the portal - his “pincer” appendage failing to grip…
Springing into automatic subroutine quicker than the speed of free will, Bull Market charges ahead, spinning his elliptical tread with high velocity until screeching to a stop - four appendages deploy themselves upon doing so, three to anchor himself into the ground, and the forth a softblunt pincer of sorts, reaching to retrieve those losing their own balance as the riftforce pulls them in!
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While Serj reaches again for his shield, Bull Market goes flying tread first to bust over the final hag!
Stained in the red woman's blood, Bull Market looks onto his twice-fallen master, a probe-scope protruding once again to observe his crumpled form.
He turns his scope to point at Eltis and hops in place, his programming unable to unhook from the mad scientist's gauntlet-mounted controls - "frozen" in a "prison" of binary!
◆) Stride 10 feet South
Avenging his fallen master, Bull Market runs over the red woman, throttling her skin with his metal tread, and slashing her as he does so with the buzzsaw that files out of his side, crushing bone and shaving flesh, a veritable robot of angry doom!
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Unable to find purchase, Bull Market lets out a frustrating bell!
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Skiing with a boost in power, our intrepid construct hero goes to save his master - running over the hag with his icy planetary overhead wheel!
"Bleep Boop!" the faithful companion replies, hustling as fast as he can!
◆) Stand
As a sphere can't "fall", Bull Market nevertheless reaches with a tiny pincer and "rights" his gyroscope - he makes a second attempt to cross the ice, moving slowly, slicking and sliding and spinning his wheel, throwing more slush fore and aft.
Crash!!!
◆◆) Stride x2 Struggling through the snow, Bull Market spins and spins his single wheel, kicking sleet up and leaving a rectangular wake of dirt and slush.
Bull Market romps over pink! ◆) Stride
"♫ Beep beep boop boop beep boop beep beep BLIP ♫"
The mantra now stuck in the construct's head is become... maddening! ◆) Stride
Bull Market runs over Yellow Ghoul, smashing him flat!
↺) Stride Zigging and zagging burning left rubber then right rubber then left rubber, Bull Market confounds his opponents with his tiny tread threading between undead legs, around dripping claws and drooling fang.
"♫ Beep Bliiip ♫" " ♫ Beep Bliiiiiiip ♫" "♫ Beep beep boop boop beep boop beep beep BLIP ♫" Bull Market, standing ready, shakes with Thrills!
◆◆) Ready
Obeying his master, a special Yellow Light flashes on his console, as Bull Market keeps his scope on Rilkin and Alya, ready to infuse their capital approach!
Bull Market gets his boogey on! Freshly minted once again, he adds little hops and jumps with auxiliary thrusters, which allow him to clear the ground of millimeters given the ratio of weight distribution to inertial distortion. He whips and whirls in circles, making an "8" around his creator and new kobold friend.
The culminating explosion shuts our construct companion hero’s operating system down - his lights go out and he rolls to a still stall!
Bull Market, beeping with the emergency sound of an alarm clock with flashing red lights, watches as the soothing energy washes over him - and does nothing!
"BeeYoooopPP!"
Bull Market goes crazy - gripping the creature by the back with it's tread, it deploys a secondary side-saw to shave off fetid flesh! ◆◆) Strike x2
Both creator and creation stand unfazed by the acid reflux. ◆) Stride into flank
Bull Market pulls aside the Professor who briefly looks pale - but it passes. It follows him dutifully. "BeeOOp" ◆) Stride
Bull Market goes up to the carving of the "spherical companion" and deploys a thin flexible mental probe with a rubber tip from inside his housing, and touches it. OOOOrrrrrrrrrphph... he squeals in self-recongnition. When the structure crumbles, he runs behind his master dutifully, taking refuge behind his oversized shield!
Bull Market rolls over, accidentally reversing onto the foot of Lady Alya De-Quinn NEEP NORP apologizing and heading over to stand by his creator. "Blast!" Serj curses "Come here" he pulls out his repair kit: ~) Repair (10 minutes)
Testing his respecked gyroscopic solenoid, our little mechanical bundle of joy wheels over to hover by Eltis, poking his retractable scope with curiosity...
Wheel-powered burnt rubber grips the ground, pulling our tiny ball of joy into advantageous position. BLIP! Chirping with glee, a thin slot opens out of a cross-sectional slit, sliding out a circular saw, suddenly slashing sideways! ◆) Stride
CLANG Bull Market reels from the blow, zigging this way, zagging that way, then rights itself. Several red lights turn on across is spherical frame, and a slow frequency "beeping" - not unlike an alarm clock - rings annoyingly in the air!
Bull Market scoots up the construct, leaving happy tire marks against it's back!
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Greenlit by his master, Bull Market does a sudden wheelie around Orange armor! ◆) Stride SKRRRRRTTTTT~~~~!!!!
…Bull Market goes to see what all the arguing is about! Chirrup?
Bull Market watches his creator arrive, and begins testing out the new gravitic norms, hopping around, jumping with a less-loud CLANG and generally playing in his new environment! Beep Blip Woooooo!!!! Practical Effect of this Low Gravity:
The bulk of all creatures and objects is halved, meaning creatures acclimated to normal gravity can carry twice as much and jump twice as high and far. Physical ranged attacks are possible up to the twelfth range increment (instead of the sixth). A creature that falls in low gravity takes no damage for the first 10 feet of the fall, and then takes bludgeoning damage equal to a quarter of the remaining distance fallen.
BEEEE BOOOOOOP!!! Bull Market dashes through the portal - and sends his own "beacon" from the other side!
Bull Market heads to the magical tent and deposits a slick grey oil into his bucket. ➤ Oil of Mending
Bull Market wheels around the camp, plunking the following gifts into his hollow tank: ➤ Lesser Antidote
Boon Tracker: □ Fortitude □ Will □ Skill
"Bleep BLOOOP!" Responding in the affirmative, Bull Market wiggles from an internal whirring of some auxiliary engine as his Top is patted, not unlike a cat. In it's mechanical brain, it vows in that moment to protect Eltis from danger, re-writing some of it's own source code (and briefly poking a scope at it's Maker, wondering if it's efforts will go unnoticed) to include an additional override provision that a specific troubleshooting tree diagram alignment can actualize with sufficient brute inertia to outprioritize founding axioms! Powering down a moment, Bull Market resets his own operating system to include this new schema, and booting back up, makes a few unintended sounds as each network integrates the revisions...
Undampened, indeed of quite stark contrast to current moods his creator, the little Wonder Wheel that was given the name Bull Market whirrs around excitedly to the music, driving in little concentric circles at first, then circumscribing his own earlier positions with alternate patterned shapes, a little geometric intelligence riding a muse of creative expression! Until he notices Eltis (again). Our curious construct studies his mood, and seems to pick up on the sadness in the kobold's eyes. And so. Out of some uncoded and spontaneous caring instinct, he slows his speed, and spins over to accompany a space next to him, coming to a rest. And letting out what roughly mimics the sound of a sigh. "Chirrrurrrurrrrhhhh"
The Wonders Gears that serve as the localized intelligence network of Bull Market's coding "pout" a little here, the subtle tone changes in it's voice as well as the now shivering quake rattle of it's housing against the pub floor communicate the nuance of emotion astutely!
"BEEP! BOOOP!! BLIIIP!!!" Excitedly, it runs a mini-circle around it's creator after introducing itself, then hides behind his leg, as if embarrassed or shy!
Twisting it's scope to observe it's creator, the small elliptoid obeys, rolling over on it's single wrapover wheel to arrive swiftly next to Serj.
Turning a corner at a treacherous speed, a small, curious looking spherical device with a single planetary tread (like a ring around a planet, vertically aligned) burns rubber to brake suddenly, nearly crashing into Rilkin Hollowpot, but stopping fully and completely short of actual contact, and leaving a black streak in it's direct wake about feet long.
It rotates a single scope up, and points at the halfling (not unlike a sword), then scans the rest of those assembled, and spotting the besooted kobold, immediately rolls over - cautiously now - to stand before him.
Clouding the entire area with an alkaline chemical scent to add to the burnt plastic and rubber smells of the increasingly complex olfactor. But. Eliminating the final trace of soot that the mage's cantrip was unable to fully sanitize.
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