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Who: Hubert Ozwell (

last_lombax )
When: Backdate: August 30th
Where: The Island
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Hubert wasn't entirely convinced sparring was going to help him take his mind off everything, but it couldn't hurt really. He wasn't sure what would come of it either, but he wasn't about to turn down a perfectly good chance to keep his skills in peak condition.

So he waited on the island, wearily eying the mess that still remained from the Yami battle and the strange underground lab it had uncovered. It made him strangely uncomfortable, but damned if he couldn't figure out why.]

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[The hit is enough to make Hubert hold back for just a moment. He constantly worries about overdoing it on opponents that aren't the monsters back home that can take that kind of abuse, and while he didn't want to underestimate Ratchet he didn't want to accidentally wound him either.

But the Lombax lands on his feet, just in time to shoot at Hubert during his momentary distraction. It hits him harder than he expected, and he goes flying back, hitting the sand hard enough to kick up a cloud of it and create a bit of a ditch as he slides.]

Oh crap!

[Ratchet activates his hoverboots and flies after Hubert. He raises his arm to shield his eyes from the cloud of sand and looks around.]

Hubert?! You okay?!

[Hubert sits up, coughing and sputtering a bit, a trickle of blood going down his chin. There's a few abrasions here and there, but thankfully his uniform took most of the damage.]

You... certainly know how to pack a punch...

Sorry. I forget how powerful my guns are sometimes.

[He holds out a hand to Hubert to help him up.]

You okay? Do we need to get you to the healers?

[Hubert lets out a quiet chuckle at that and shakes his head.]

Give me a moment. I can take care of it myself.

[He takes a second to sit up, then focuses and casts.]

Rays of light shine upon us! Healing Wind!

What the?! [Ratchet steps back and blinks.] What was that?

A simple healing spell.

[True to his word, the injuries have all but vanished.]

I take it magic isn't a common thing in your world.

Try nonexistent. No such thing as magic where I'm from.

I see.

Well, for whatever it may be worth, "magic" is oversimplifying it. Everything I was doing, from my shots to my healing, everything I have been doing is what's better known as "Artes" in my world. Much like magic, though, it's the manipulation of energies.

Now that I understand. Kinda. Keep it simple though. If Clank were here, I'm sure he'd want to know all the fine little points. Little guy is such a nerd.

Clank? A friend of yours, I'm assuming?

My best friend. He isn't here in the city though. He's a robot.

Robots seem common in worlds that aren't my own. The closest we've ever come have been some battle tanks, and beings known as Humanoids.

Though Humanoids are from a different planet entirely.

Huh. Strange how almost every world has robots. The ones from my world are all metal and some look humanoid but others don't. They almost all have free will but some don't. Depends on the makers.

Humanoids are... complicated and far beyond my understanding. But then again, most of the technology on Fodra is.

... do you know Sophie at all?

Sophie. Hmmm. Wait. Purple haired girl who takes everything literally? I met her once. Cute kid. I had to teach her about boundaries and hugging people.

How's she doing?

Yes, well... ... she's doing fine, all things considered.

[Hubert clears his throat a bit. He'd been trying to forget the most recent Sophie post.]

She's a humanoid. A rare one known as Protos Heis. She was more or less made to be a weapon, but her sentience and free will are far beyond what most humanoids are capable of.

In fact when we first met her when I was a child, we thought her to just be a girl who had simply lost her memory.

Funny. Clank's kinda like that. Only he was made to safeguard the Great Clock. It basically keeps time for the entire universe. It's smack dab right in the middle, give or take fifty feet. It keeps time moving along. Without it, time would end and so would everything else.

... I would almost think that utterly ridiculous, if not for where we're standing now.

[Basically Vatheon = serious suspension of disbelief]

I know. Sounds like a fairy tale, but it's all true. I've been to the clock. That's where...I...

[Pauses and clears his throat.] Where I was before coming here.

A lot of things sound like a fairy tale, but even my own travels proved much of those things to be true.

[He notices the pause, but doesn't press on the issue.]

Edited 2012-09-06 21:53 (UTC)

Yeah, that seems to happen on adventures. Anyway, what should we do now?

I wasn't expecting to cut it so short... but I also wasn't expecting to get blasted like that.

[Hubert lets out a sigh at that. Yup. Still frustrated.]

Well we could keep sparing if you want or maybe find something else to help ya.

I'm not sure sparring will really help. It seems my focus is utterly shot no matter how hard I try...