Noisy Boy, The Steel Samurai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wakizashi_straight) wrote2012-07-24 11:07 am
wakizashi_straight) wrote2012-07-24 11:07 am
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Prompted Drabbles
who ; Tak Mashido
what ; Filling the prompt "process of creation". Tak Mashido is looking for the perfect blend of art and science.
where ; n/a
when ; Between 2016 and 2018
warning(s) ; n/a
It’s about the art. The science. Making it bigger, or better. Perfect. They called him a prodigy of robot building, and they weren’t wrong. Who else had elevated the sport the way he had? Entire boxing scenes had cropped up because of what he built. Brazilians shouting into headsets to make their bots dance around each other in the ring and that was all him. He did that.
But only because his best had lost. Noisy Boy hadn’t been as perfect as he’d anticipated. Sure, the ‘Steel Samurai’ was probably the most popular bot in the boxing scene, but. There was something about him that was… lacking. He’d hit the mat and couldn’t recover, and all of Mashido’s innovations hadn’t stopped that. Because there was one thing that he couldn’t control perfectly in the fight, the one part that wasn’t science or art. The human element.
He’d missed directing Noisy to block that right hook. He did that, too.
Noisy Boy was sold; he was too embarrassed to look at his creation anymore. Embarrassed of the bot, embarrassed of himself… he retired, announcing it at a press conference. The whole shebang. But he couldn’t stay away from the art. Not when Rubicon’s team came calling a year after defeating Noisy Boy. They wanted to build a new bot, a champion to outlast the rest. With their funds and his genius, they said…
Well. This would take some work, but he had been pondering a way to eliminate the human element entirely. Let the science take over to win the match every time. Perfectly.
He just needed to put it into something truly artful.
who ; Noisy Boy
what ; Filling the prompt "attic". Noisy Boy rarely fights the same opponent twice.
where ; Athens, Greece and London, England
when ; Between 2016 and 2018
warning(s) ; n/a
Tak has been pushing the team, slowly but surely, east of home. Noisy Boy hadn’t even known that Greece had a boxing scene. Then again, there had been boxing everywhere else they’ve been, so why not here? The venue was small, compared to others he and Tak had been to, but it was still a WRB match. Undercard against an up-and-coming local bot named Aegea. One eager to get into the league proper and make his way up the ranks, the same way that he had. But one of them was going to be stopped tonight, and it would not be Noisy. Not today, not ever; he’d heard the way press back in Japan had spoken of him. This was his match to lose… and with his handler, he doesn’t lose. Ever. Not them.
Aegea taking a Skull Salvo in the third round that puts him down for good isn’t so much of a happy moment as an inevitability.
That one will have to try again if he wants anything besides undercard matches. In the meantime, Tak’s finally gotten the call; they want Noisy Boy in a match against the current champion, Russian bot Rubicon.
In the waning days, after Rubicon, Noisy Boy saw Aegea again. This time from the elegant architecture and scalloped columns of Athens, instead in a converted pub in London. Undercard again, but Underground instead of League. Noisy dipped his head to Aegea, who lowered the chin of his helmeted head in return. Acknowledgement of how far they’d fallen, or a respectful greeting to an old opponent.
Aegea gave him a tough fight, but this time a Scimitar Right took him out – not just out of the match, but out of competition entirely. The win may have been inevitable… but Noisy’s fist going through the other bot’s power core is horrifying for him.
He hears Aegea’s handler and mechanic shouting after the match, but he knows what’s going to happen already; the once-young bot is going to be stashed somewhere and forgotten. His parts filed away in some box that may be opened again in a few years, after they’ve collected a coating of dust.
what ; Filling the prompt "process of creation". Tak Mashido is looking for the perfect blend of art and science.
where ; n/a
when ; Between 2016 and 2018
warning(s) ; n/a
It’s about the art. The science. Making it bigger, or better. Perfect. They called him a prodigy of robot building, and they weren’t wrong. Who else had elevated the sport the way he had? Entire boxing scenes had cropped up because of what he built. Brazilians shouting into headsets to make their bots dance around each other in the ring and that was all him. He did that.
But only because his best had lost. Noisy Boy hadn’t been as perfect as he’d anticipated. Sure, the ‘Steel Samurai’ was probably the most popular bot in the boxing scene, but. There was something about him that was… lacking. He’d hit the mat and couldn’t recover, and all of Mashido’s innovations hadn’t stopped that. Because there was one thing that he couldn’t control perfectly in the fight, the one part that wasn’t science or art. The human element.
He’d missed directing Noisy to block that right hook. He did that, too.
Noisy Boy was sold; he was too embarrassed to look at his creation anymore. Embarrassed of the bot, embarrassed of himself… he retired, announcing it at a press conference. The whole shebang. But he couldn’t stay away from the art. Not when Rubicon’s team came calling a year after defeating Noisy Boy. They wanted to build a new bot, a champion to outlast the rest. With their funds and his genius, they said…
Well. This would take some work, but he had been pondering a way to eliminate the human element entirely. Let the science take over to win the match every time. Perfectly.
He just needed to put it into something truly artful.
who ; Noisy Boy
what ; Filling the prompt "attic". Noisy Boy rarely fights the same opponent twice.
where ; Athens, Greece and London, England
when ; Between 2016 and 2018
warning(s) ; n/a
Tak has been pushing the team, slowly but surely, east of home. Noisy Boy hadn’t even known that Greece had a boxing scene. Then again, there had been boxing everywhere else they’ve been, so why not here? The venue was small, compared to others he and Tak had been to, but it was still a WRB match. Undercard against an up-and-coming local bot named Aegea. One eager to get into the league proper and make his way up the ranks, the same way that he had. But one of them was going to be stopped tonight, and it would not be Noisy. Not today, not ever; he’d heard the way press back in Japan had spoken of him. This was his match to lose… and with his handler, he doesn’t lose. Ever. Not them.
Aegea taking a Skull Salvo in the third round that puts him down for good isn’t so much of a happy moment as an inevitability.
That one will have to try again if he wants anything besides undercard matches. In the meantime, Tak’s finally gotten the call; they want Noisy Boy in a match against the current champion, Russian bot Rubicon.
In the waning days, after Rubicon, Noisy Boy saw Aegea again. This time from the elegant architecture and scalloped columns of Athens, instead in a converted pub in London. Undercard again, but Underground instead of League. Noisy dipped his head to Aegea, who lowered the chin of his helmeted head in return. Acknowledgement of how far they’d fallen, or a respectful greeting to an old opponent.
Aegea gave him a tough fight, but this time a Scimitar Right took him out – not just out of the match, but out of competition entirely. The win may have been inevitable… but Noisy’s fist going through the other bot’s power core is horrifying for him.
He hears Aegea’s handler and mechanic shouting after the match, but he knows what’s going to happen already; the once-young bot is going to be stashed somewhere and forgotten. His parts filed away in some box that may be opened again in a few years, after they’ve collected a coating of dust.
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