"Mercenary eh?"Doc says as he then rubs his chin.
"Cattle? There are Cows?"
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"No fighting?, He has great parts? You know I could use a new finger, mine twitches when doing delicate work." He say,s holding up his pinky on his left hand.
"Oh look he is stiring," Doc laughs and sits on the Warforged and laughs. "Hello Soldier" Doc says sternly, tapping the Warforged head, a comical sight as he then does a quick check mentally.
Going through his memory to remember all the necessary connections and points to shut down or cripple the enemy unit, as well as what he needs to make the Warforged come back from the void. Much like he had been. "Given enough time, Commander, I can basically separate his head from the body and make him tell us what he knows. As well as a very communicative paper weight" The then points to the arm. "As well as a pair of Backscratchers"
"I'm used to trenches, marches, and surprise attacks."Doc says a the sanist tone he has had yet. "As for illegal and legal, seems to me its whatever a person and get away with without being caught is the real rule of law" Sadness creeps in as he seems a bit detacted his weapons put away but hand hovering to his dagger.
Doc ill disarm the guy and then look at the others. "So what now?"
"Look a Key. So maybe he is apart of this?"
"Fine. Tie his wrist and ankles and then tie those together. Behind the back." Doc says as he removes the cloak and begins to search the Warforged persons.
" Good, lets see what is wrong with him' He says as he leans down and begins to do a look over of the warforged. " Unless you want me to surgically keep him paralyzed'He says pulling his dagger and pointing to the neck near what would be a spine.
" A rock versus Plate mail. Hit joints, eyes, mouth. You know the squishy bits!" He says holding his shield up to tease the Warforged.
"My apologies I didn't know you had dermal issues. Care to make an appointment and I have things for that!" He says as he strikes again.
Doc draws and swings his Morningstar as the other hand grabs the shield.
"ASSASSIN" Doctor says as she points and draws his weapon.
"No there is clearly a..." He says as he turns to look for the fellow mechanical Man
" Am I hearing things?" He states as he looks around for the sound.
"I wonder if he needs assistance? Should I ask him?"[ Doc says to the others not bringing up the exact nature of the who.
"Hospitals, yes I am a Doctor, though the last hospital I was at they told me I should not work on the living..." He pauses as he looks at the symbol.
'Sleeping is overated holy man" Doc says as he then adds. "This was planned, I would assume someone with regular ties to the church, be it worker, worshipper, etc." He states as he looks at the place and begins to fiddle with his gear.
"Oh, I thought a Poior Box was supposed to be poor, as its in the name, but its a box to put things in for the poor!" Doc says with a laugh. Humans were strange.
"Wildlife? Like Juggernauts and husks?"Doc says as he follows and then looks at the Church. "Never saw the need for church. What am I but an object, with an echo? Do I have a real soul? Or do I simply have programming?"Doc ponders softly as he walks with them.
"Yes, I assume a Charge into the crowd dispersing them with choatic Melee, before we retreat and lure them back here into awaiting traps!! I will make usre to keep the spare parts for repairs....Oh no I forget the war is over...Apologies carry on" Doc says as he salutes then relaxes.
Doc Salutes. "Willing and able to head whereever sir" Doc states in his soldier voice. He then slacks and nods.
" Thanks but I dont have taste buds" he says laughing.
"I'm good with any mission. Just point and I'll shoot" He says taking another drink of the liquid in front of him as it dribbles with no real concern for it.
'Last I remember was walking the Waste." Doc says, tapping his chin. " Then some stranger told me The War was over, so Now I am here" he said laughing.
"There was once 20 of us....Now aside myself 5 that I know of" Meloncholy is heard clearly in his voice. He then snaps, or tries and laughs. 'So what manner of work do we seek?"
"No I've died more than I/ve lived!" Doc says with a laugh as he then rubs his chin. 'Also I do not know my Birthdate" he says unsure about when he was activated.
"Look at the Missions board. The Superiors must have things that need to be done by a small squad instead of a huge corps. So instead we have us skilled individuals willing to do the dangerous and daring, putting our lives on the line, our bodies." he drifts off then laughs. "Though a good reboot and replacement parts, and we can survive anything!" He says with a laugh, remembering his own missions and multiple rebuilds.
"Very true,Would be better but me and my Physician had a disagreement with how best to proceed. To bad I fired him and got a second oppinion...Me..though That was after I fired me!" He says laughing and then takes a sip of a drink, with more dribbling off his metal chin.
"You Have !?!?!" Doc says, listening as he leans forward and studies Theonius for a moment, then taps his chin. The tap innocuous made the automaton's jaw quiver, and he then snapped his two metal digits, producing a clink. ' You do look familiar! It's hard you fleshies look a lot alike, with your hair and skin"Doc laughs as he takes a drink of something and doesn't realize some drips down his chin.
I love that Doc is seen as a malfunctioning Warforged and Ignored
" Attack, where?" He whispered as he seemed ready and weary. Hearinf rhe Sproggan story he tapped his chin his finfer still twitching as he hums. " Not sure we fought thise...Saw a thing called a Springen a weirs thing of springs and death bolts. Had barbs to lacwrate and make it hard to work out. Made repairs hard. I took one in the knee. Had ro replacw a lwg with Sevens" He said snapping, which was more a clink to point at the pair rememberinf more tales he had done in the war. Especialy ripped apart and put back together, over and ocer and over again.
"AHHH ENEMIES!!!" Doc says as he stands and tries to draw his weapon! As he stands up, his jaw begins to dangle, and he sounds a bit off. [i]"No NOt AgAiN WhY iS ThIs..."[/l]He slaps his jaw back up and then sees his finger twitching. "What..WHY..." He laughs before sputtering out and offering his hand with a twitching finger. " Hello, Human, I am Doctor Sixteen of Baker's Legion. There were two dozen of us!!" He said, his eye flashing a bit.
Doc blinks and looks at the waiter." No I am fine. Thanks though"
"I am fine, though I will indulge in the hot dark liquid too." He says, trying to mimic a smile and just slightly opens his mouth. The light in his right eye still winks in and out as she does, and then looks back to his party. " This is nice, though I fear the Shorties may come at any moment. Always popping up with spears and crossbows, ambushing us in the night or when we took rest!"Doc states nonchalantly as he then follows it with a laugh. "That's how 12 died. Three Shorty spears through his abdomen, fluid and fiber falling, drenching the dirt in his fluids. They didn't get away, oh no. His Fist took one's head, and the other two fell to 6 12's personal companion and a vicious sword master. Wonder what happened to Lady 6..."He begins to stare off into the distance as his words slow, reliving the moment. Then it just stops as he stares on.
He laughs and once more his jaw slacks ans his head sticks. Doc paws ar his head and realizes its a worse issue rhen the last. He grabs a tool and begins to work on his jaw and neck. Once fixed he shakes his head "I can? Seems unnesscary when amongst dtaunch friends and allies!" He then taps his skull and laughs again." Could be my multiple war wounds. My repair and ressurrection was not optimal things happened and" he stops and laughs again. "Wine, delightful"
Scuffed and scratched Mithral shines as the warforged Doctor 13 stands, his right eye flickering in and out. Wrapped in stitched-together clothes of various styles and colors. His cloak is a patchwork of threads. As he stands, he blinks as he looks under his cloth cap of burlap and leather, looking to Spout. 'Boy, I have seen my compatriots cut in twain, Mortals' hearts ripped from chests and sheer behemoths taken done with brutal beauty! T'was Wonderfully Disasterous!!!" Doc the Warforged found, fixed, and reactivated from the wastes. "Flesh bags are weak, but they also seem to be very kind..."[ he followed and then sat as soon as the voice spoke, he pointed at the wall. " NO FOUL ETHEREAL FIEND!!!" He then blinks again and tilts his head to the side. His neck sparks, and his jaw seems to pop free. Doc reaches up and resets his head back into a proper position and then fixes his jaw. Seeing himself seated and free-falling,he looks about and laughs!! "Glorious!!! If you fleshy one falls from this high, you'll explode in red mist!!! He he he, I will be most curious to see exactly how that looks, though I would miss you, Sprout." He says every odd and quirky resurrected Warforged
Doc is trying to figure out what happened after being reactivated.
" Oh a Human, So tell me were it hurts" He says leaning down to listen to the stomach.
I am actually Eberron Illiterate
Hi this is Doc. |