A Jester's Day {o}

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A Sunday's noon is hardly the time for a single soul to be in the woods. The sun would be hanging too high and too bright, most people would rather slumber off in their respectful abode, some may attend a church, some would be having lunch, some would be at a coffee parlour at a junction somewhere in the city. A Sunday's noon would just be too relaxed and warm for most people to do just about anything. A special kind of sabbath that lasts just over the amount of time bread takes to rise with yeast.

Frankly enough, there just so happens to be a blonde Oriental by the name of Dayabata within the designated perimeters of the damp woods yonder Jump City's border of jurisdiction. Surely, there were indeed a few who would be in the same forests, but they were as such. Few, and in a good enough spread for her to more likely be struck by a heart-stopping thunderbolt from the skies on this day clearer than any grand-quid diamond, than be seen doing whatever. However, the likeliness is still there, however unlikely it may be.

Donned a black Tee with complete sleeves, black skinny's, black stiletto's, she arrived there not a moment too soon nor far from a double-up Noon. Having parked her Honduran-made black moped by the Jump City entrance, she made her way to an area secluded only by means of human instinct. Up a hill not marked with any distinguishable pathways. Of course, she climbed through trees, logs and uproots in order to access a small, 20 sq/ft area with no grass. She marked her own way towards that spot which she had made with double, parallel cuttings upon tree bark and her own dried blood upon the roots.

Her own pace to access the grounds was tremendous, getting to a place in 8 minutes whereas the usual person would take 15. Whence, she immediately switched out of her clothes. Clapped once, and her full body of armour was upon her. "Ahaa! Yo no soy Dayabata ora!" she commented on herself enthusiastically, proceeding with a nice snicker of absolute madness which lasted 3 seconds. Once finishing that bout, she somewhat focused on the reason why she was there, that was to practise her power.

Without sparing any more time, she immediately came up with something to make, four seconds after her little comment upon herself changing her wardrobe. She pointed her finger at the floor forth her, 'shooting' eight pounds of teak, two ounces of brass, four ounces of iron, each type of material next to each other. Then, with a single clap, a flintlock pistol! She then pointed a finger into the barrel, firing saltpeter, sulphur, fine oak charcoal into it. She shook the handgun just a little bit to mix the three, and then proceeded to shoot a 5 gram pellet of iron into it.

She pulled back the reload mechanism with her thumb, releasing it at the feel of a click. Pointing it at a tree branch with a diameter no smaller than 5 inches, she pulled the trigger, blowing the branch off and two feet back. "BOOM-CHAKALAKALAKALAKA! Exactly how America is great again! I could've gotten a Nokia so the entire tree will be blasted off, but that shit's divine and shit!" she said bombastically, entirely in exclamation, and a tad bit loud. As a matter of fact, both herself and the gunshot would be able to be heard not a half mile from her.


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The forests were always a good place to test agility. Steel Bastion was a lumbering mass of metal, afterall considering his height and weight so being able to regulate and control himself was important. His training here was two-fold. First of all run through the forest while avoiding trees and keeping himself upright. Second of all, avoid damage tot he environment and any unassuming critters that got in the way. This severed as a way for himt o correct for minor mistakes as well as larg eones and the more information he took in, the more he could manage these thing son his own without Midori's input.

So the metal goliath ran, twisting around trees and avoiding harm to branches, any faltering moments were quickly fixed by the vernier boosters in his upper body, firing in soft bursts. The dancing between trees was also interrupted intermittently with calculated leaps and boost-assisted dashes through the air.
His sensors, however, picked up a sound from the distance as it traveled through the trees and he came to a halt. Midori also heard the noise, curiously beginning to analyze it,
Sound analysis complete.. Closest match; a scottish murdoch highland pistol. Midori raised a brow, all information on it pointed to it being an out of date flintlock pistol.. That was strangely old for today's era, Investigate, continue avoidance training.

Without a word the machine set off towards the sound, continuing its regimine of avoiding trees so that the only sounds that could be heard were the heavy bootsteps of every footfall, the crunch of leaves beneath its feet and the gentle whirring of its motors and joints moving and shifting intermixed with the boosters in it sbody still flaring to keep it in balance before it practically burst into view of the Jester, leaping overhead and whirling itself around. His main thruster fired, placing his momentum at a near full stop and allowing him to come to a soft landing in the opening.
Midori stared at the strange clownlike figure and grimaced slightly;
That.. Is a really gruesome looking jester..

Steel Bastion stared at the clown silently before cokcing its head curiously to the side. Though no more sound besides the gentle thrumming of the living machine could really be heard from him.
Oh right.. I turned your audio off.. his controller sighed, quickly reenabling it and Bastion practically burst to life, posing heroicially, hand son his hips and chest puffed out as well as he could,
"Greetings, Citizen! Forgive my abrupt approach but I detected the sound of gunfire from this direction! In my concern for any possible civilians being in harms way I dashed right over to investigate!"
Come on, what kind of citizen dresses like a bizarre court jester..? Though information relayed back to Midori made her sigh, Bastion had sound logic; This one. Of course.

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"Ah, mënë atdırmaq," she had simply cursed at herself in Azeri, in a sighing tone at the large, metal contraption that had just appeared at her training spot. Never had she ever been found along with those grounds, but she didn't exactly care. She could just make herself grass seeds to throw around there and the find somewhere else in those wood.

She surveyed the robot in front of her as it said what it did, and she did with an incredible smirk on her face behind the mask. Actually, this had proven to be a rather amusing little turn of events. Heck, there's a full-on mecha-style robot right in front of her who thinks that she's a normal citizen. A normal citizen that wore what she did, and somehow had a Scottish flintlock. Thinking of how this robot's AI was probably made by a five year old in 'Nam, she laughed hysterically, in a cackle of some sort, the sound of it devoid of much normality and sanity whatsoever.

Stopping after three seconds, she pointed her finger right back into the flintlock barrel, again shot sulphur, refined oak charcoal, saltpeter into it, but with a little bit more of the latter. Shook the gun with the barrel facing up, she shot right into it four grams of an iron ball. Aiming straight up, without looking, she pulled back the reload and fired, a bald eagle falling 60 feet from the sky and right at the ground in between a grotesque jester and a Japanese Super-Mecha thingie.

She then resumed her bout of cackling. Eerie, it was, but she herself was eerie. "A-ha-ha! Now, big ol' America. As you can see right here, I'm no usual citizen, and now there is harm done, if that's what you're asking for. Here we have freedom, and this here freedom is dead! Have some!" she said, completely without remorse, referring to the eagle as 'freedom'. She probably sent the wrong message to this mecha.

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The machine cocked his head curiously once more, especially as she started handling the weapon and doing.. Something with it. On actual inspection it didnt look like any recognizable model, so the sound analysis of the weapon clearly had been an close approximation. Midori was watching the whole scene carefully. That weapon along wasn't actually a threat to Bastion, but that wasn't to say this person wasn't.

When they actually managed to fire the weapon in the air though, Midori's interest was raised a little more. No handling of powders, any meterials to load into the weapon, they'd simply pointed into it, did that mean this person somehow summoned the necessary materials before she simply fired it? The falling of the eagle actually prompted the machine to step forward, but then crouch down to stare at the fallen creature,
"What poor chance, what miserable possibility? The unfathomable odds that you would actually hit this animal by mistake in the entirety of the sky. It is a shame. However, reckless use of a makeshift firearm aside, citizen, I do not blame you for the sheer whim of chance." He stated almost woefully before standing straight and thumbing his chest, the very action made a noticeable clang,
"And never fear! I am Steel Bastion, and so long as I stand, the freedom and hopes of humanity rest on my shoulders! Even if this body is destroyed, I will never fall."

Midori couldn't help but be baffled by Steel Bastion at times, yes she designed him his way but there were aspects of his judgement she couldn't help but question, regardless, it really did see like poor chance that the bired had been struck at all. She was far more concerned with the strange person in the Jester suit, they didnt exactly come off as healthy in the head..

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Ah, yes. A machine which intelligence doesn't exactly recognise the exact existence of insanity and off-behaviour. The very thought of this 'Steel Bastion's naivety made her laugh so much more. Evil-sounding, yes, but ah, this was a shite AI machine who wouldn't care! Seems like its only concern was human damage, actually, and it didn't know of actual marksmanship. She took about 6 seconds to laugh, and then she stopped to show Steel Bastion some more.

She went up to the robot, facing the eagle. In the middle of the grounds she shot out of nothing, raw teak wood, and after shaping it a bit, it was a coffin of some sort. She then shot into the box the same things she shot into the gun. After picking up the bald eagle, she went up towards the box to shake it, having herself gunpowder in no time. She laid the eagle into the box, proceeding to shoot a plank of more teak onto the top of the box, covering it. She stepped backwards once more, shooting a sheet of pure alcohol above it, enough of it to wet the entire box and an inch around it.

She materialised sand, shaped that into a glass bottle. Shot in it some alcohol, and then some rattan twine. Shooting a sheet of alcohol four feet long from the box, and rope-like, acting as a sort of fuse, she stepped back a bit more, having her left hand on Steel Bastion, saying "Watch this." She, with her mind, ignited fire onto the twine fuse on the bottle, and threw it at the end of the alcohol fuse, and there was fire.

Ah, splendid fire. She watched it all spread, with a grin, until it lit the whole box on fire, so much so that one would actually be able to smell a bird cooking. Soon enough, the whole box exploded from the gunpowder within, shrapnel spreading everywhere, the furthest one just three inches from her. "Jester, pleasure to meet 'tchu!" she exclaimed, picking up some well-roasted eagle, that looked like normal roasted chicken. She was going to keep it, so she first materialised rubber, from which she crafted a rubber bag, and then chucked the roasted eagle into it. "Mm-yeah, dash a bit of salt and wine," she commented on the poultry.

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